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It was quiet. The sunlight streamed in through the curtains as Mack opened his eyes, a small sigh coming from him as he turned over to look at the time, 9:30am. He then looks over to the man on the other side of him, who was usually awake by now. Though his partner was still asleep.
Mack frowned slightly and reached out to move a lock of dirty blonde hair out of Will’s face, as his fingers brushed gently against the other’s forehead he noticed he was pretty warm. With creased brows, the brunette gets up to go find a thermometer, his boyfriend’s large shirt covering to his mid thigh. The paler skin, in comparison to Will’s, looked shimmery under the teal shirt as it hit the sunlight.
Will groans softly behind him as he digs in the bathroom draws, upon finding the thermometer Mack walks back over to Will and shakes him slightly.
“Smitty, wake up.” The younger male cracks his eyes open and whines softly, reaching out to pull Mack back into bed.
With a huff Mack lays against the taller and shakes his head.
“Open your mouth for me.” He says gently and sticks the thermometer to Will’s lips. The younger was confused but complied anyway.
“You felt a little warm, I just want to make sure you aren’t coming down with something.” He tells the other as he looks at Will’s confused face. His hand came up to cup the others cheek and run his thumb over it softly.
The two sat in silence and just looked at each other for a while, Mack’s eyes not leaving his boyfriend’s blue ones.
“You’re so pretty.” He mumbles softly. Will’s face turned a light shade of pink at this as he took the thermometer out of his mouth to give it to Mack before disappearing under the covers.
The younger let’s out a soft chuckle before looking at the thermometer, his chuckle instantly stopping. 102.5℉, Will most definitely had a fever. Mack frowns as he looks at the huddled up figure on their bed before getting up.
“I’m going to get you some vitamins and water, I want you to take them and make sure you drink the whole glass.” Mack instructs the other as he leaves the room to get a glass of water for Will.
It wasn’t often that Will got sick, and when he did Mack couldn’t help but baby him. Probably because Will does it for him, but also because Will becomes the cutest thing when sick. He always wanted to cuddle more than normal and his tanned cheeks were normally a light pink shade and Mack couldn’t help but melt at it. Who wouldn’t? When a 6’0”, blue eyed, teddy bear presents itself to them, he also just enjoys being able to boss the other around. He gets it honestly through genetics, Thank you Rick Celebrini.
Mack makes a cup of water and grabs the gummy vitamins, the only ones Will will eat, and heads back to their room. The younger pokes his head out from under the covers when he hears Mack coming back, the only thing you can see is his messy dirty blonde hair covering the majority of blue eyes. Mack smiles at this and hums softly as he sits down next to Will and hands him the water and gummy.
“What kind of soup would you like dear or do you just want to try some of the herbal tea you normally make for me?” He asks so softly you’d think he was scared of breaking the other as he moves to sit behind Will and let the other lean against him.
Mack peppering the back and side of Will’s neck with gentle and comforting kisses. And Mack’s soul is completely healed when he hears the raspy morning voice of his lover who curled himself into the younger’s chest.
“Hm I just want you to stay right here.” Will says as he looks up at his new pillow.
“You know I can’t. I’ve gotta make sure you get better.” And Mack gets a small whine for this which makes him grin before planting a kiss on his lover’s head.
“Don’t be such a whiny baby, you don’t want the fans to cry about missing you again do you?” He teases before starting to draw circles onto Will's arm.
“Fine. Can you make me some soup? Chicken noodle please.”
Mack couldn’t help but kiss the other all over his face at this. He’d always loved when Will actually let him take care of things, to feel like he was in control (when half the time it was always Will taking control for Mack). It was his biggest weakness, not that Will himself wasn’t already a weakness.
“Of course, baby.” He says before detaching Will from him, which was very difficult since the older didn’t want him to leave.
When he was finally free from the other’s grasp he made his way back to the kitchen to begin making the other’s soup (it’s canned soup because neither of them can cook to save their lives). He was fully prepared and okay with being called a simp when the older got better, he’d always be there to care for him, no matter if he was sick or dying.
As Mack stirred the soup he looked out the window, the bright sun and chirping birds matching his happy mood. Of course he wasn’t happy the other was sick, but he was happy with his life. Living with someone he cared deeply about, doing the thing he loved as his job and being surrounded by amazing friends. He wasn’t sad that he was across the continent from his family anymore, he made a new one.
Will is in the middle of it all.
He couldn’t help but smile and let a blush creep over his cheeks at this thought. As soon as the soup was done Mack put it in a bowl and grabbed a spoon before heading back to the room, where he finds Will holding Mack’s pillow tightly to his chest and face at peace as he rested his chin against it to where he could smell the younger’s scent.
“I was gone for like, five minutes dude. Miss me that bad?” He couldn’t help but tease, to which he got Will throwing his pillow at him.
Laughing softly, he climbs back behind Will and gives the other his soup. He gets himself comfortable against the headboard of their bed before allowing the older to lean back against him. His arms wrapping around Will’s waist loosely and resting his head on the other’s shoulder in a mock hug.
“Thank you.” The younger could hear the pure content in the other’s voice and couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ll always take care of you.”
And he wasn’t lying. For anytime after Will got sick, Mack was always there to care for him.