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Josuke lay in his bed in a t-shirt and sweats feeling stuffy and warm. He had caught a fever the other day, and was just getting over the worst of it now. It wasn't as if he could use his own stand to just get rid of the sickness either, so he hasn't done anything but stay in.
"Josuke!" His mother called from down the hall, "I'll be going soon, remember to take your medicine!"
Standing by the door, Tomoko waited for her son to stumble out of his room to see her off and lock up. When he finally showed, she hurried over to him and gave him a tight hug.
"I'm sorry I can't postpone the conference. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"
"I'll be fine mom," Josuke mumbled. "Have a safe trip."
She stood on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek, grabbed her bag and luggage, and was off.
"Feel better soon! Love you!" she called out, waving from the cab window.
Josuke waved back, and waited until the car was out of sight to close and lock the door. After doing so, he headed to the kitchen to drink the medicine his mother left out for him. It wasn't as horrible as other medicines he's drank before, but he couldn't really stand the taste of cheap, artificial cherry. He pinched his nose, and quickly downed the liquid.
While rinsing out his mouth at the sink, Josuke hears the doorbell ring, and three knocks on the door. Perhaps his mother forgot something.
"Wouldn't be the first time." he mused.
Upon answering the door, he was greeted by none other than his boyfriend.
"R-Rohan?" Josuke coughed and moved aside to let him in. "What are you doing here?"
Rohan removed his shoes and put down his bag before shucking off a light jacket.
"I ran into Okuyasu outside the market. He told me you were sick, so I came to check on you."
After giving Josuke a once-over, he crosses his arms.
"You look terrible."
Josuke did, in fact, look terrible. His hair was an unkempt, shaggy mess, he had dark cresents under his eyes, his lips were dry and chapped, and the rest of his face was pale except for his cheeks, flushed pink.
Josuke coughs again into his elbow and grumbles. "Gee, you're too kind. It's actually not as bad as the past few days."
That's when Rohan noticed it was a little too quiet in the house.
"Is no one else home?"
"Nope... my mom has to attend this teacher's meeting in the next city over. It's like a mandatory thing she goes to every year," he explained. "But you don't have to worry about me--"
"I'm not."
"I'm capable of taking care of myself."
Rohan says nothing and walks past him toward the living room.
"Did you take any medication yet?"
Josuke eyes the bag he brought, but decides against taking a look.
"Yeah, right before you came, actually. Um... so what do you wanna do?"
Rohan takes a seat on the couch and picks up the newspaper Josuke's mom left on the coffee table.
"I think you should go take a nap," he suggests. "You can either go yourself, or I can use my Heaven's Door and make you."
"You dont want me to stay here and keep you company?"
"Not really. I don't want to catch your fever. Now shoo."
Josuke pouts, but heads off to his room anyway. "You can't boss me around in my own house..."
~
Rohan knocked on the door before entering. Josuke woke up and curled inward, mourning the loss of his sleep.
"Ah, I didn't realize you were still sleeping."
Josuke groaned and began to lift himself up, blanket falling lower, and eyes at half mast, still feeling a bit groggy from his nap. He perked up almost immediately after seeing Rohan holding a bowl and walking toward him.
"Is that soup? Did you make that for me? Am I dreaming?"
Rohan put the bowl down on the table by Josuke's bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed the back of his hand on Josuke's forehead and sighed.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer."
"I guess not," Josuke mumbled, "Besides, if I was dreaming, you'd be dressed up like a cute nurse."
Rohan removes his hand to flick his forehead, and ignores the comment entirely. He reaches over for the bowl placed on the table and hands it to Josuke.
"Your temperature seems fine to me. And yes, I did make some soup if you're hungry."
Josuke looks down at the bowl of soup in his hands and smiles. It's just plain old miso. But somehow he feels better knowing that his boyfriend made it for him. He looks back up to Rohan and musters up the best puppy dog look he can give.
"You're not going to feed it to me?"
Rohan scoffed. "You're not a baby."
Pretending to sulk, Josuke began to play with the spoon, dragging it back and forth through the soup until it irritated Rohan (like he knew it would).
"Ugh, give me that, you'll probably spill it anyway..."
Josuke's face lights up when Rohan takes the bowl back, and stirs the contents a bit. He scooped up a bit of soup, and blew on it until he deemed it cool enough to give to Josuke. Rohan holds up a spoonful of soup up to his lips, and Josuke leans forward a bit and takes the spoon into his mouth to drink.
Josuke stretched his legs and began kicking his blanket lower, feeling too warm for comfort.
"You should keep the blanket on. It's good to make yourself warm when you have a fever."
"Really? Like sweating out or something, right?"
Rohan stirs the contents of the bowl and brings another spoonful up to his lips.
"Sort of," he says. "Fevers are caused by your body heating itself up to kill a virus or infection. Sometimes the extra heat you put on yourself can help, but not always."
Josuke swallows the miso and leans back against the headboard.
"Huh. You learn something new everyday."
"You'd probably know this too if you actually payed attention in your health class."
"Alright, alright, my bad."
Rohan feeds him the rest of the bowl in silence, and leaves it on the table when Josuke finishes. They talk about recent news, work and school, their day, and plans for the rest of the week. It's comfortable. Domestic, almost. When Rohan tucks away a stray hair behind his ear, Josuke even entertains the thought of them acting like a married couple. He thinks he could really get used to this, and hopes that Rohan feels the same.
"Hey. You're spacing out."
Josuke snaps himself out of his thoughts. "Yeah, just uh, thinking."
"My goodness," Rohan says dryly, "You must really be sick."
"Aw, shut up, I'm feeling a lot better." Josuke laughs. "It's just... um. It's sweet that you're fussing over me."
Rohan straightens his back and glares.
"I am not 'fussing over you,'" he scowled, "and even if I was, I doubt you'd have a problem."
"No, I probably wouldn't be against it."
Rohan stood up to take the bowl back to the kitchen. "Do you need anything else?"
Josuke thinks for a moment before sinking back down to the mattress. "No, I'm okay."
"You drank it at two, so you still need to take your medicine at six. If you're still sleeping, I'll wake you up and give it to you then."
Before he closes his eyes, Josuke turns over to watch Rohan leave. He wants to reach out and keep him close.
"Stay over tonight?"
Rohan turns around and smirks as if he's in on some kind of joke. Josuke almost feels worried.
"What's so funny?"
"It's nothing. Just go to sleep, Josuke."
He shuts the door, and Josuke drifts off to sleep.
~
Josuke is roused from slumber upon hearing the creaking of his room door being opened. The light above him switches on and causes him to bury himself deeper into his blanket. He's feeling well-rested and not as stuffy as earlier, but there isn't much else he feels like doing except for going back to sleep. Josuke suddenly feels the mattress dip, and can only assume it's Rohan sitting down to check up on him again.
Turning around and lazily blinking open his eyes, he finds his assumptions to be correct-- It's just Rohan sitting on the bed. Just Rohan in a nurse's uniform, holding a small cup filled with cough medicine. Just--
Wait.
Josuke nearly chokes on his own spit while scrambling to sit up.
His eyes weren't deceiving him after all. At the side of the bed sat Rohan, wearing a fitting nurse's uniform. A short-hemmed one at that. He even wore the cute little cap and white stockings. Stockings, for christ's sake. Overall, the light pastel-pink fabric of the dress suited his body very well, and Josuke was aching to reach out and smooth his hands over it. He mentally prayed for this to not be a dream.
Rohan scooted over to him and brought up his hand to check Josuke's temperature from his forehead again.
"How are you feeling?"
Josuke felt his mouth dry up. To say that he was feeling better would be a gross understatement. He'd happily stay sick longer if he could wake up to Rohan dressed like this all the time. There was no way he was about to fuck this... whatever it was, up.
"Holy shit, you're hot."
Okay, so maybe there was a slight chance he'd make himself look like an idiot and fuck this up.
Thankfully, Rohan chuckled instead of slapping him, and brought his hand down from Josuke's forehead to cup his chin.
"You're looking a lot better than earlier. It's about time for you to take your medicine again."
Rohan holds the small cup of liquid to his lips, and Josuke drinks it up-- not even caring about the bitter, cherry-flavored medicine being poured down his throat. He still can't fully wrap his mind around this. Rohan placed the empty cup on the desk and turned back to the boy.
"You really knocked out for awhile there. It's already six. Are you hungry?"
"I... Uhh, no, um..." Josuke had so many questions to ask. So many things he wanted to say and do. But everything came out of his mouth as a stuttered, unintelligible mess.
Rohan moved in even closer, leaning on his hands, and Josuke felt like he couldn't breathe.
"Is there anything you want?"
At the moment, Josuke wanted nothing more than to push Rohan down and fuck him senseless.
"Wa-- um, a glass of water, please," he managed.
Rohan preened and lifted himself off the bed to walk over to the door. Upon getting up, Josuke could see just how perfectly the dress fit Rohan. Tight and curving in all the right places to give him a more feminine look. Josuke knows first-hand that his boyfriend is slim and smooth underneath his clothing, and the dress further defined such qualities. Looking down to check out his ass, Josuke noticed there was a panty line under the dress. He gulped and balled his hands into fists to restrain himself.
Rohan was just about out of the room when he peeks from around the door to look back at Josuke. He glanced at the bed and covered his widening grin with his fingers.
"Don't move," he giggled, and left.
Josuke followed Rohan's line of vision for himself and looked down. Crap. He was really hard. And Rohan definitely saw the bump under the blankets before he left to the kitchen. He knew Rohan must be having a field day with how aroused he's making him. But Josuke knew if he could hold out long enough, he would be rewarded for his efforts.
Only a minute had passed when Rohan saunters back into the room holding a glass of water. He took his seat back on the bed by Josuke and handed it to him.
"Thanks," Josuke managed, still trying to retain the shock of his boyfriend being dressed up in such an outfit.
He drank in big gulps, and some water dribbled from his lips and down to his chin. Rohan reached over to take back the empty glass and wipe the liquid away.
Rohan slid his hand down from his chin and over his chest until it rested at his thigh. After placing the glass on the table, he brought his other hand up to brush Josuke's bangs to the side.
"So you have a fever? You poor thing," he cooed, "is there anything I can do for you?"
Shit. Shit, okay, so this is how it's going to be. Josuke is definitely up for this.
"Some company would be nice," Josuke drawled as he shifted to wrap his arms around Rohan's waist to bring him closer, "My boyfriend told me that I should keep myself nice and warm if I was sick."
Rohan chuckled and scratched below Josuke's chin with a finger.
"Is that so? You must have a smart boyfriend."
"Yeah," Josuke said dreamily, "He's the best..."
That earned him a kiss on the cheek at least. But flattery would only get him so far with Rohan.
"Mhmm. You never answered my question before. How are you feeling?"
Josuke was a bit cautious about how far Rohan would let him go, but was not about to let such an opportunity go to waste.
"I don't think I'm warm enough. But it's pretty toasty with you here..."
Josuke moved a hand down to grope at Rohan's ass. He began to slide a finger underneath the dress, but was quickly batted away. Josuke whined at the loss of contact, but it quickly turned into a pleasured groan as Rohan's hand traveled down to press on Josuke's covered erection.
"I know a good way to keep you nice and warm," he whispered. "Do you want me to show you?"
At this point, Josuke was not above begging.
"Please, I want it," he panted, "Make me feel better, nurse."
Before he could even finish his sentence, Rohan was already pulling the blanket back and tugging down Josuke's sweats and boxers. His prick sprang out at full attention, and Josuke would've been more embarrassed if he didn't catch Rohan biting his lower lip in anticipation.
Rohan began stroking up and down the length of Josuke's dick while rubbing his own thighs together. He was practically squirming where he sat, and it didn't take Josuke very long to realize he wasn't the only one getting a little hot and bothered. Rohan continued tugging and twisting Josuke's prick with one hand, as the other moved lower to fondle his balls. Josuke couldn't take it any longer. He'd never been particularly selfish when it came to sex, but god, he needed more.
Somehow, Rohan knew he was reaching his limit, but teased him anyway.
"Do you feel better when I touch you like this?"
"Ah... yeah, it feels really good... but..."
"Hm?"
Rohan began to jerk him off faster. The bastard-- he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Can-- uhhn, p-please, can you suck me off? Your mouth is so... Oh fuck, I need..."
Josuke was just about to reach his climax when the hand pulled away.
"But you're so big," Rohan said shyly. He bit his lower lip, and looked up through his eyelashes. "I don't know if I'll be able to take it all in my mouth."
Josuke felt like he was about to blow his load at the sight. They both know that it's a damn lie-- that Rohan is able to deepthroat like a champ, but the feigned innocence was seriously making Josuke's brain short-circuit. The whole thing was so cliché and probably straight out of a porno, but hell, if it wasn't hot as fuck.
"There's no harm in trying."
And with that, Rohan wriggled himself out of the younger man's hold and slid further down the mattress until his face hovered over Josuke's erection.
Rohan held his gaze, and kissed the tip of Josuke's cock before slipping his mouth over the head and tounging the slit. He closed his eyes and started sucking softly, savoring Josuke's familiar taste, and only popping him out of his mouth to give long, slow, sloppy licks from the base of the shaft up to the tip. He was putting on a show, really.
Josuke's hand reached down to grab the nurse cap and toss it across the room. He pet Rohan's hair before pushing at him to stop.
"Oh fuck, wait, just-- wait," Josuke gasped.
"It doesn't feel good?" Rohan pouted, looking up at him with doe-eyed innocence. His lips were parted, glossy from spit and pre-cum, and just barely grazing Josuke's dick. He very much wanted to push his member back into that hot, wet, cunt of a mouth and cum down his boyfriend-turned-nurse's throat. But there was always another time for that.
"It does," he reassured, "It feels amazing, but--"
"But?"
Josuke's breathing was harsh now, and sweat nearly dripped from his brow. "I think it'd fix me right up if you used your pussy."
Rohan gasped softly, giving him a wide-eyed look, as if Josuke was suggesting something incredibly scandalous.
"You're sure that will help you feel better?"
Josuke nodded eagerly. "Definitely."
Rohan sat back up on his knees and began to unbutton the uniform, when Josuke grabbed his arms and forced them down to his sides.
"Don't you dare take that off," he ordered. "You have no idea how good you look."
Rohan gave him a cheeky smile, breaking out of the shy persona for just a second to whisper, "I knew you'd like it."
Josuke pulled Rohan onto his lap, maneuvering him so that he was being straddled. With Rohan's legs spred apart, the dress rode up, and Josuke was able to see everything. The way the thigh-high stockings stretched over his thighs, and how the peach-pink garters were keeping them up. But the cherry on top was in between his legs-- he was wearing white lacey panties, flimsy looking and now damp with pre-cum. Josuke licked his lips in approval. He was more than greatful Rohan was the type to go all-out on some things.
While stroking Josuke's shoulders and biceps, Rohan turned his face away from him, seemingly embarrassed at being ogled so boldly. Josuke tsk-ed and began to pepper his face with kisses.
"Don't be shy, it's just me... I'll be gentle with you, promise."
Rohan let out an indignant huff and played with the collar of Josuke's shirt.
"It's just... I'm the one that's supposed to be taking care of you."
"But you are. I'm starting to feel better already. Do you do this for all your patients, miss?"
He shook his head. "Only you."
"So I must be pretty special, huh?"
"I guess you could say that."
Rohan lifted himself on his knees and Josuke reached around and under the dress to pull the lacy undergarment aside and play with his nurse's puckered hole. He was not expecting to feel it lubed up and ready for him though. That saved some foreplay Josuke wasn't sure he would last through. He sucked in a harsh breath and began to rub his fingers there.
"You're so wet for me," Josuke marvelled. "So perfect. Lemme feel you baby, c'mere."
When he plunged his middle finger inside, Rohan stiffled a whimper and hung his head down. Josuke began to push the digit in and out, twisting and curling it occasionally-- prodding in all the right ways to make his nurse's want for him grow. Rohan kept his composure for the most part, but when another finger was added, he began to whine. Josuke removed his fingers and used them to instead snap the waistband of the panties, making Rohan yelp.
"Loosened up already... You think you can take my cock now?"
Josuke grabbed a hold of his prick and rubbed it against Rohan's entrance. Doing so caused Rohan to push down impatiently, letting the head of his cock slip in.
Josuke wasted no time wrapping his arms around Rohan, and gave one harsh thrust aimed at his prostate. Rohan slumped forward and clutched at Josuke's shoulders, crying out and gasping at the instantaneous pleasure. His fingernails dug into skin to maintain his balance as his patient below began to thrust up into him rapidly.
"Fuck, Rohan, you feel so good around my cock." Josuke held him tighter and started kissing and licking any bit of skin his lips could reach. "Wanna keep you like this forever..."
"Ahh! W-wait, Josuke!"
Josuke froze immediately and loosened his hold, afraid he had hurt Rohan in some way. He wanted to pull out and ask, but suddenly he was being pushed at his shoulders, causing him to fall back and lie down once more. Rohan was still straddling his waist, seated on Josuke's cock, and they both stilled for a moment to catch their breaths.
Rohan's face was flushed and a bit strained, but Josuke had seen the expression enough times to know that it wasn't one made out of pain. He was relieved Rohan wasn't actually hurt. Bringing both hands to steady himself up on Josuke's chest, Rohan circled his hips a few times before leaning down to playfully nip at his lower lip.
"Let me do this for you."
Josuke emitted a gargled noise in response. He wasn't about to complain. Not when Rohan's lithe body was busy moving on top of him, dressed up like a slutty nurse and bouncing his ass on Josuke's cock.
Rohan threw his head back and wailed in ecstasy. He began to grind down slowly so that Josuke's cock was constantly rubbing all the right places. He tightens up inside each time Josuke brushes against his prostate, and it causes Josuke to grip onto the bed covers for dear life. The high-pitched and breathy sounds coming from Rohan made Josuke want to flip him over and pound into him relentlessly-- if he had the energy to even lift himself back up.
"Oh god, Rohan," Josuke pants, "Fuck, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna cum."
Rohan changes his pace, moving faster, riding him harder, giving Josuke what he needs to reach his completion.
"Give it to me Josuke," the older man whined above him, "I want it, I wanna feel you."
Josuke tries to stave off his orgasm for a bit longer, but with Rohan moaning and writhing above him like he was getting paid to fuck, he couldn't hold back. Josuke gripped Rohan's waist and slammed him down while thusting up hard, pushing in as deep as he can go. He cums with a low groan, and Rohan wails Josuke's name, reveling in the feeling of warm, creamy, spurts filing him up.
Rohan lifts the front of his dress to reveal his own cock, hard and still trapped by the skimpy undergarment. He doesn't pull it out, but begins to palm it. He rubs himself off quickly, stroking his hard arousal from outside of the underwear-- desperate to cum as well.
Josuke barely has enough energy to keep his eyes open, but he forces himself to stay awake and watch Rohan.
"Ohh," Rohan moaned, "Oh yes, yes, yes, I'm so close Josuke, I'm so-- ah!"
When Rohan finally reaches his peak, Josuke can feel his whole body shudder over him. Hot, white, strips of cum shoot out from Rohan's cock, to stain his dress and drip down to ruin the panties. He keeps eye contact with Josuke through his orgasm, cheeks flushed and his mouth opening in an "oh" shape to catch his breath. Then, Rohan lifts a hand to his mouth, and laps up pearly strings of cum off his fingers and palm as if he were a satisfied cat. It's the last thing Josuke sees before blacking out.
~
Josuke wakes up the next morning feeling warmer than usual. He also notes that there is something weighing him down. After coming to his senses, he doesn't even have to look to know that the weight belongs to Rohan, sleeping with half his body covering him. Instinctively, he slides his arms around the sleeping body and relaxes.
Kicking the blanket down just a tad bit lower revealed a sleeping Rohan, wearing one of Josuke's t-shirts. Their size difference caused a pale shoulder to peek out of the collar. Wandering hands let Josuke conclude that he wasn't wearing anything else but the t-shirt.
"Shit, are you trying to kill me...?" he mumbled to himself.
Josuke felt Rohan move and begin to stretch his limbs and back. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and turned in Josuke's arms.
"Hmm... It'd be a nice way to go, don't you think?"
Their legs tangled together underneath the blanket, and Rohan began to rub his foot against Josuke's calf. Josuke knew it wasn't sexual in any way, and that Rohan often did that to relax before he fell asleep.
"Wait, Rohan, don't go back to sleep."
Rohan grunted, wriggling himself out of Josuke's hold and rolling off to turn away. "Don't tell me what to do."
Josuke has no idea how to put what happened last night into words, and he doubts that Rohan would want to discuss it anytime later. He turns his body to spoon Rohan's, and runs his fingers down his side.
"Last night was really fun... sorry if there was a lot to clean up." He kisses the shell of Rohan's ear. "You make a really hot nurse, y'know."
When Rohan hums, but makes no signs of embarrassment or irritation, Josuke knows he's in the clear to continue.
"Where did you even get that... get up? Not that I'm complaining, it's just that really surprised me."
Rohan stretches his arms outward in front of him this time ("Just like a cat," Josuke thinks,) and presses himself back against Josuke's chest.
"You've talked about it before... how you wanted to see me in a dress. I suppose I became a little curious myself."
Josuke recalls several offhanded comments he's made about Rohan's smooth, long legs and his thin frame, and how he would be able to perfectly fit into the miniskirts and dresses he had seen in boutiques downtown. At least now he knows Rohan wasn't just balantly ignoring his fantasies.
"I ordered it from my tailor a few weeks back. It only arrived just the other day."
"What, seriously? Wasn't it... I don't know, awkward?"
"Yes, 'seriously,' and no, it wasn't awkward. The only questions tailors usually ask are about designs and measurements. I could ask them to make whatever I wanted. They don't need to know my reasons for ordering a dress."
A lightbulb flashed in Josuke's head just then.
"So... what you're saying is that you can just ask them to make any other kind of outfit for you and they would?"
He could see Rohan blush slightly at the implication, but made no move to brush him off.
"That's what I said isn't it?"
Josuke drops the subject in favor of nuzzling his nose against Rohan's nape, kissing him there once. Then twice. A few more times after. He begins to lick and suck the spot on the back of his neck and rub his body against Rohan's. Upon feeling Josuke's growing erection insistently pressing against the back of his thigh, Rohan rolled his eyes.
"You're insatiable... Can you not wait until I've had some coffee?"
"Mmmn, fuck no," Josuke growled, now shamelessly humping against Rohan's leg like a horny dog. "I can't stop thinking about your ass in that nurse uniform. So fucking sexy. And god, those panties..."
Rohan turned around and pushed his face away. "How flattering," he deadpanned. "Now, please move. I smell like sweat and cum, and I need to use the bathroom."
"I don't mind."
"Well I do."
Rohan crossed over his body, ignoring Josuke's whines, and moved off the bed. He picked up a towel hanging by Josuke's closet and made his way out the door. And that was that.
Frustrated at the lost opportunity, Josuke sighed and began to peel off his boxers to stroke his erection. He moved his hand up and down slowly, taking his sweet time, when Rohan popped his head back into the room.
"And here I was going to ask if you wanted to join me in the shower. But you seem to be quite... occupied."
Josuke was up and out of the bed in record time, leaving a trail of his clothes all the way to the bathroom.