#oneypolys

"I'm fine, guys, you don't have to-"

"No, you're not 'fine!'" Chris stated, rubbing his hand on Lyle's forehead, which felt hotter than it should've been.

"Fucken...whatever!" The black-haired man groaned. "I have a damn headache..."

"You want me to get you some water? Aspirin?" The shortest asked, running his hand through the sick man's hair.

"Sure, I guess..."

Lyle nearly choked on the water, unnecessarily worrying his 2 boyfriends.

"You okay?" They asked at the same time.

"You two worry too much, it just didn't go down properly, that's all," he stated, still coughing a bit.

Chris grabbed a pillow and a blanket, nudging the pillow under the other man's head and throwing the blanket over him. "Maybe you'll feel better after a nap?"

"But I'm not that tired..."

"Trust me!" The blonde commanded.

"Fine..." The tattooed man mumbled, closing his eyes.

Chris and Zach scooted Lyle's legs out of the way, sitting on the couch so they could monitor their boyfriend.

The tallest started to sort of kick at the other two, trying to stretch his legs out in his sleep. The brown-haired man rolled his eyes, gently moving his legs so that they were across his and the Irishman's laps.