His fingers toyed with my balls as his mouth slid lower, taking my cock into his throat. I loved that Taylor could do that.
“Oh shit,” I gasped as Taylor swallowed around me. “Fuck, Taylor.”
He hummed around my dick in response, and all I could do was whimper. His other hand was still holding my hip, keeping me still for him. Even when he was going down on me, he was still in control. I was Taylor’s toy, and I loved it.
Taylor swallowed around me again, and then began to move. His movements were slow and teasing, but everything was so wet and hot and tight I couldn’t even find the words to complain about how maddeningly slow it was. And even if I could find the words, I knew I wouldn’t get what I wanted. Not until Taylor was ready to give it to me.
I groaned again, then coughed and sniffed. I was almost glad Taylor couldn’t see my face, because I felt decidedly unsexy. My body was clearly reminding me that yes, sex was great, but I did have a cold, and three hours ago, I’d been complaining I was dying.
There was a rustling sound from underneath the duvet, and I whined as Taylor’s mouth released my cock. “Are you okay?” he said, his voice muffled.
“I’m fine.” I sniffed again. I hated this. All I wanted was to focus on the amazing blowjob I was being given, not on the fact that I couldn’t breathe properly through my nose.
“We should stop.” Taylor was already moving from between my legs.
“No, I’m okay,” I said, or at least tried to say, because then I started coughing again. Taylor appeared beside me, his hair ruffled and lips wet and swollen. Concern was written across his face as I casually hacked up my lungs. He slid across the bed, flicking on the lamp beside my bed and grabbing the bottle of water next to it.
“Drink this,” he said, thrusting it in my face. I took it gratefully, but my heart sank. This was definitely not how I’d pictured things going ten minutes ago.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I ruined it.”
“Don’t worry.” Taylor smiled at me, taking the bottle and putting it back on my bedside table. “I got a bit carried away when I saw you. You just looked so fucking sexy, and I needed a taste. Probably should have thought that through.” He laughed and wiggled down in the bed, opening his arms. It was what he always did when he wanted a cuddle.
“Are you sure?”
“Eh, I’m probably gonna catch what you’ve had anyway. Might as well get a cuddle out of it.” He pulled me into him, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I snuggled into his chest. “You feel a little cooler now. You’re not burning up.”
“I think I’m over the worst of it.” Now that I was snuggled into him, I was starting to feel sleepy. We very rarely shared a bed, usually going back to our separate rooms. Our excuses had always been that we both got up at different times, or that Steve would notice. The only times we’d shared had been when Steve was away for the whole weekend, and we’d spent most of the two days fucking. There hadn’t been much point in separate beds when we woke up wanting to fuck again.
That had been different though.
Those times, we’d slept on opposite sides of the bed. If we ended up snuggled up it had invariably involved one of us grinding into the other until we’d both woken up horny and desperate.
This was far more intimate. We hadn’t had sex, but that didn’t seem to matter. Taylor wasn’t here for sex. He’d come to check on me. And now we were cuddled up together, his hand stroking my back as I listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
It was everything I’d ever wanted.
I woke up warm, comfortable, and unwilling to move.
Something in the back of my mind told me it was Tuesday, but it was too dark to tell what time it was. I was vaguely aware I didn’t feel quite as sore and headachy, and for the first time since Saturday night, I could breathe through my nose again. That probably meant I should go to work today, but I was too cosy, and I didn’t even want to think about leaving my bed.
A hand tightened around my waist, and I froze for a second. Then Taylor’s voice came from behind me. “Go back to sleep.” He sounded slightly hoarse and sniffly, but I couldn’t work out whether that was because he’d just woken up or because he was coming down with my cold.
“What time is it?” I asked, leaning back into Taylor’s embrace.
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
“What about work?” I was attempting to be the responsible adult here, but I knew I sounded half-hearted at best. I just wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in Taylor’s arms. Work would manage without me for one more day, and I didn’t want to pass the bug on to anyone…
“You’re still sick, and I’m getting sick,” Taylor said. “My head is killing me, and I can’t breathe. So I’m making an executive decision. We’re calling in sick, staying here all day, cuddling, and watching Netflix.”
“Sounds like a good plan.” I grasped Taylor’s hand in my own and interlaced our fingers. His skin was a little cold to the touch. It was probably better to be safe rather than sorry.
We spent the whole day in bed doing very little.
We watched a couple of movies snuggled up together, and I periodically got up to fetch water and pills for Taylor, and at lunch time I made us some cheese toasties. Taylor looked ridiculously surprised when I handed his to him, like he’d never had someone make him food when he was sick.
The flare of emotion in my chest confirmed everything
