The Test- Pt.3/3
After months, I've finally finished it. I hope you guys enjoy!
Snz fic with somewhat of a plot?? Who is she? Okay I lied, there's only one plot point.
CW: Mess, contagion, NSFW!!
Premise: Man with snz k/nk is locked in room and infected, this is day 3 of illness where things are...not great. 2.4k words
You can find previous parts here: Part one. Part two.
Fic under the cut!!
Light seeped through the cracks in his gunky eyes. Nathan tried to open them, instantly moaning as the brightness sent a spasm of pain shooting through his forehead.
“Fuck me.” he groaned miserably, shifting a hand up to press against his aching head.
Then, his nose decided to join in the assault. Despite the fact it was rock solid with the mess that had built up as he slept, a sharp, merciless tickle still crackled down the bridge.
His nose scrunched up, nostrils wide and flared. His chest tightened, sucking in pathetic desperate breaths. Once, twice, before he-
"HEH'tCHHUOO! h'ettSHHuhh! huh-ih-ITCHHH–Oooh!!”
The sneezes, warm and miserably productive, had nowhere to go but straight down his bare chest. Nathan felt his skin prickle under the sensation.
“Ughh, my god.” he muttered to himself, trying to shift himself up to fumble for the tissues.
His last box was growing thin. Just day 2 of this monstrous cold and he’d already almost cleared out almost two entire packs? Was it even normal for the human body to produce this much mess?
He resolved to re-use some of the scrotty, crumpled things laid out across his desk to wipe himself up. They were dry and crusted under his hands, the products of a painfully long evening where he’d tried to blow out just enough so the pressure in his head would let him sleep.
Clutched in his palm, Nathan brought them down to his chest but before he could clean himself up, the desperate sensation returned again-
He sucked in a gasping, frantic breath before blasting down onto the hand holding the already soiled tissues.
“HAA–AESCHUhh!”
Wet snot shimmered back at him. From his hand, from his chest, from the bottom of his chin.
“Jesus fu—uhh–”
“HAA-ETTCHuhh!!” He sneezed again.
“HHUH-IPPttuchh!” And again.
“HUHH- hih'ISHHhoo!!” And again.
They were all somehow wetter than the last, firing out of him one after the other, with little time in between to suck in a shaky breath.
He was a complete and utter state now, nose still buzzing, as what seemed like the whole of his front was covered in mess.
Okay seriously, what the hell had they infected him with?
He cleaned himself up as best he could, feeling his cheeks flame with embarrassment. From the corner of the room, the red light of the camera flickered. Watching his disgusting outbursts. Watching as he used the duvet cover to wipe up the globs glistening across his chest.
Nathan shifted higher in the bed, exhaling heavily. The need to sneeze seemed to have laid off for a while but now his nose was running in a seemingly endless stream. He raised the back of a hand to press up against it, feeling the wet warmth clogging his nose still spill out onto the skin.
His head heart, his chest ached. His eyes were no-doubt blood shot and crusted.
He’d only just gotten up and he already felt shattered.
Nathan’s vision grew bleary, breath snarling as the ticklish sensation reared up in an insatiable wave once more. He knew it was ridiculous, knew it didn’t work like this, but he could almost picture the viral particles multiplying inside his nose, bouncing and scratching against the hairs.
“H–ahh-uHh….! H’APT-Chuhh-uhh!”
This time it was a one and done. But Nathan felt little relief with the moisture dripping down the side of his hand still uselessly pressed to his face.
Usually a finger or hand under his nose would be enough to quell any urge. But this cold disregarded all typical customs. It did whatever the hell it wanted, leaving Nathan a pathetic mess in its wake.
And, fucking hell, now he needed a piss. The thought of getting out of his comfy bed and padding over to the bathroom exhausted him.
“Ughh…snff.” he moaned as he pushed up from the bed. His head swam dangerously, the dark frame of the bathroom door blurring in his vision. Shivering, goose bumps sprouting across his skin, Nathan headed for the toilet.
When he was done, he turned the tap on to wash his hands, rubbing the soap in slow, lethargic circles, sniffling thickly. He looked up…caught a look at himself in the mirror.
Holy shit. He looked awful.
He’d long since abandoned the glasses that rubbed against his inflamed nose so his face was a little blurred, but he could make out the clamminess of his skin, eyes encased in shadows. His nose was 10 shades of red, the worst right across his septum where he’d been rubbing and wiping at it non-stop. And to his horror, a liquidy trail of mess was leaking down his face, without him even realising it.
Just how disgusting could he get?
An icy shiver snaked down his spine, Nathan curled into himself. He was reaching for the hand towel when the itch in his nose returned. It was like nothing he’d experienced before. All-powerful, consuming. Taking siege of his nose and lungs.
“H–ehhh-uh…”
Nathan’s chapped lips slipped open, nose crinkling. He felt his sensitive, rubbed-raw nostrils flare.
“H-uhh-Ahhh—-”
His chest swelled in and out, like it was building, preparing, capturing breath for whatever was about to come. With the mess already dripping down his face Nathan had a sinking feeling this was not going to be over quickly.
No, his cold had been ignored too long as he’d slept. Now it demanded constant attention.
“Huu–ihhh…Huh..”
It was so closer, just tearing on the edge. He gripped his fingers around the sink, breath lurching in and out until he…. Until he…
“HAahH’DIZSSSH’uh!..Huh–ehh–HuUHH-EPTCh’uhh!”
He bucketed forward into the sink, knuckles growing white around the rim from the force of them. He heard the splatter as the mess hit the porcelain.
When he was done he took a second just to breathe, let the dizziness wash over him. Then he snagged some toilet paper and blew thickly- watching the way his face scrunched and eyes watered as he did so. He sneezed again into the wad of paper, warm and heavy even through several layers.
Feet dragging, Nathan shuffled back into his room. His head was swimming, a threatening ache was building across his sinuses. With a jolt, his foot placed awkwardly and he nearly stumbled.
Fuck, this wasn’t some stupid cold. He was sick for real. This hadn’t at all been what he’d signed up for. Sure, he’d known he’d be infected with a cold virus but he’s been expecting something more ordinary. Something that made his nose run and burst out a sneeze every now and then. Not the sickness flowing through him now that had him sneezing his brain out every other minute.
Nathan plopped down on the bed and hung his head in his hands, sniffling all the while.
“Ermm..” he called out, voice hoarse and crackling, face still buried in his hands, “Could I get so–ome.. Uh.. some—HHE’H’ETShh-ieww!” the last sneeze blew out of him with no warning, half blasting into the palms holding his head, half spilling to the wooden floors below.
“Some umm but do you have any fever meds, please? Sorry, I err don’t know if that’s allowed but…ugh snff I think I’m running a temperature”
The intercom flickered on, the voice coming through low and concerned.
“Morning Nathan, we’re so sorry to hear that. Remember you have the right to withdraw at any time. We’ll send some down and someone to look at you right now.”
On his bed, Nathan shivered. “Ughh…”he brought the back of a sleeve to scrub against his leaking nose, “Thangk you.”
Bundling himself back into bed, trying to get warm, Nathan heard a knock at the door.
He sat up again awkwardly, “Come in.” he croaked.
The same scientist from yesterday came in carrying a tray. Nathan spied Lucozade, tea, more tissues and a packet of paracetamol.
Halle-fucking-lujah
“Hi Nathan, I’m so sorry you’re feeling this rotten.” she said, voice crackling through the mask of the hazmat suit as she perched on the end of his bed.
“It’s—HUHhh…It’s— H’’EHT’SChuhh! Sorry snff.. it’s okay. I mean, I signed up for this right?”
Even through her hazmat suit, Nathan could sense the scientist look down at her hands, her shoulders growing tense.
“Nathan…there’s…something we need to tell you.”
But Nathan’s nose wasn’t satisfied from that singular sneeze. Through hazing vision he held up a shaking finger, telling her to pause. The sensation rolled through him like hands in dough, he was utterly at its mercy as it made his breath hitch and hitch and hh—hitch.
“Ehh-TSGHHH! Huuhh- hhehH–GK’TSshht!!”
He directed the sneezes down onto his lap as best he could but at this point he didn’t really care about the mess. Head bent, nose streaming, he caught his breath for a moment, feeling the aches and fever roll through him.
A cool gloved hand was on his shoulder.
“Bless you, Nathan. Here” she held out a wad of tissues.
Nathan croaked out something close to a thanks and held them up to his face, blowing until mess turned the material flimsy and his ears crackled and popped.
“Ugherrm– sorry. What was it you needed to tell me?” he asked as he placed the soiled thing on his mountainous desk pile.
Again the scientist looked almost sheepish, her hands dropping to the tray and gripping the sides of it.
“Well, you understand that this experiment was to see how quickly a common rhinovirus would infect you- three different strains, each a different severity?”
“...right.”
“And we opened the vents to allow your air to be mixed with someone at the height of infection.”
“Yeh.” Nathan was growing impatient, he was cold and tired, the skin around his nose stung and he just wanted to take some meds and roll himself away under the covers.
“Well.. when we opened the vent we…errr.. We actually opened all three.”
Nathan’s exhausted brain struggled to put the pieces together.
The scientist turned to face him straight on.
“Nathan, we believe you are simultaneously infected with all three strains.”
.'.
Nathan kicked the covers off his chest for the 10th time, suddenly boiling hot once again. He curled into himself and coughed bitterly, hearing and feeling the rattle of his congested lungs.
Brilliant, just fucking brilliant.
Why did he have to be miserably sick with not one, not two but three colds at the same time? Why did he have to be the victim of their stupid mistake? Why had he signed up for this in the first place??
But Nathan knew the answer to that last question. And so did his cock.
Every since the scientist had informed him of his unfortunate situation his mind had been running wild.
He’d been breathing in the desperately cold-infested air of three separate people. Three people's germs swimming about the room, diving deep into his lungs and now flowing through his bloodstream. Three people’s colds taking complete ownership of his body.
His cock was growing stiff and heavy in his boxers.
It was something out of his horniest fantasies. And his body was reacting like a teenager who'd discovered jacking off for the first time. Plus, it had been days. He usually banged one out at least once a night so the pressure coiling low in his stomach was hungry and raw.
Your absolutely sick, idiot. He tried to tell himself. Tried to tell the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. You have to stay in bed and sleep.
It was no use.
And so, legs shaky with the fever that only seemed to be getting worse he stood up, keeping his discarded top strategically placed over his lap.
Nathan stumbled to the bathroom, letting the door shut firmly behind him.
Just as he was slipping his fingers below the elastic waistband of his boxers, a breath caught against the hairs in his nose.
Nathan paused, nostrils flaring, lips parting, feeling his eyes slip shut and losing himself in the sensation.
“Hhehhh- ehh…hih’TTSSHOO!!...“HaAAH’SSCHIU-uhh-!!” They exploded out of him strong and heavy, but with little result. He was too miserably congested to clear much of anything. But fuck they still felt good.
Which one of their colds was making him sneeze like this? All of them? They’d surely all been sniffly, sneezy messes but what if one time they’d all sneezed at the same time?
“Fu-uhhck.” Nathan groaned as his fingers finally wrapped around his cock.
He ran his thumb up to his slit to steal a bit of the moisture building there. He wished he had some lotion or something but honestly he was too sick and too needy to care all that much.
Breath gasping from the ever present tickle and from the heady feeling of the pressure growing and growing, he lost himself in the desire.
He picked up the pace, pressing his back against the bathroom door for stability, pressing his lips together to stop himself from gasping out.
“Nghhnn…huh–ehh?? “AEE-Hhehh- ISHH’IEW! Huh…” this one was his nastiest yet, exploding down his face, his chest, even dripping onto–
“Sh–hit…ughh.” he breathed under his breath, watching the way his palms ran the extra moisture up and down his length in increasingly desperate strokes.
His knees were wobbling, his head pounding and his nose. God it was unrelenting. The deseprate need for release built through his sinuses once more but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down.
He let the sneeze build through him. The sneezes they'd given him. The sneezes he'd breathed in.
The need rose through him. Like water in a jug. Bubbling, bubbling up until he– he….
“yIiHH'tSshiew! Ih'Pt’’ISHH’IEW!” they snarled out of him fiercely.
Nathan’s fingers slipped from their task but they soon resumed. He didn’t bother trying to wipe the mess from his face. It didn’t matter now. None of that mattered now.
He just needed to…needed to…
“HHA’’HUH–TSXCHuchh!”
With roaring electricity he came right as the sneeze exploded out of him. Nathan was bucked forward in rolls of pleasure, desperately stuffing the back of a hand in his mouth to stop himself from crying out.
His breaths came fast and staccato, eyes shut, gasping from the white-hot pleasure shooting from every nerve.
It took him a few minutes before his breathing pace returned to normal. Sweat sprouted from every inch of his fevered skin. And he was cold and unstable and his nose hurt even worse from the congestion swelling in his sinuses.
But fuck it had been more than worth it.
And as he stumbled back to bed, exhausted but satisfied, he wondered for how much longer the colds of three people would continue to dominate his body.
Fin
