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“No!” He whined pitifully and yanked back his cocoon of blankets from her. “I'm cold!” 

“I know. That's why I ran a bath for you, you big baby,” she huffed in irritation and tried to wrestle the blankets back from him. It was a hopeless endeavor. Even sick, Zack was way too strong. 

“I'm not being a baby! I'm dying!” 

“From the same cold that I just got over?” 

“Don't say it like that, you little snot! This is your fault! Never been sick a day in my life before I started hanging around with you.” 

“Really?” She blinked at him in surprise.

“Yeah, germy! You did this to me!”

“Well I'll have to make it up to you by helping you feel better.” 

“That's right,” he glowered at her.  

“Now come on. I'll have a hot bowl of soup waiting for you when you're done with your bath, and then you can spend the rest of the night curled up right here. I'll even bring the tv in so you can watch movies.” 

“Well... I guess that sounds alright.” 



Ah man... Ray was so cute. She must have felt really bad about getting him sick because she was pulling out all the stops when it came to babying him. She even put bubbles in the bath. He was still kinda pissed at her for getting him sick though. She wasn't even half as pitiful as him. Of course she was used to it. Apparently she got sick all the time, being so tiny and fragile. 

Too bad he didn't know how the hell to take care of a sick person. He would have been more than happy to offer up his body for warmth... 

Although holding Ray was definitely one of his favorite things to do, ranking just below killing, excuses to do it more often were sadly in short supply. It wasn't like he could just ask her to cuddle. That would be beyond creepy. 

Well, he'd take advantage of her generosity for now. Being sick had its perks, after all. 



“Okay, so it looks like our options are The Raid 2, Battle Royale or Old Boy.”

“Mm... Whichever one you want. Not gonna have you getting up every five minutes and letting cold air in here, so make sure you're entertained.”

“Okay. Battle Royale is fine."

She turned on the movie and settled herself under the blankets next to him. She was way too far away for his liking. It wasn't fair.

“Ray, I'm cold,” he whined.

“Do you want more tea?” 

“No, I still have some,” he pouted. “I'm still cold though.”

“Should I get you a warmer pair of socks?” 

“No! Goddamnit!”

“What's with you?” she blinked at him in surprise. “I'm just trying to help...”

Yeah, she could help by bringing her hot little body closer. Couldn't she take a hint? For a girl so fucking smart, she could be really dense sometimes. On the other hand, maybe she knew exactly what he was after. She just wasn't going for it. Yeah... He probably should have expected that.

He tried to watch the movie, one of their mutual favorites. Plenty of gratuitous violence and ridiculous death scenes, but he still wasn't satisfied.

“Man, I can't focus on this movie at all.” He squirmed again and readjusted the pillows. 

“To be fair, the plot is pretty thin.” She shrugged and turned to him with concern. “Are you still aching?” 

“Everything hurts,” he groaned. 

“Do you want another massage?” 

“No... Maybe... Feels good but it doesn't really help.” Definitely wasn't going to turn it down though.

“I can try something else.” 

“At this point I'm down for anything. I'm just tired of feeling like shit.” 

“Okay.” She gently urged him to lay back. “Just lay down and relax.” 

“Easier said than done,” he grumbled. “Relaxing is boring.”

“Try. I promise it won't be boring.” 

He sighed and did as she said, closing his eyes and giving into the full body exhaustion. 

“Okay. What no-oh my god, Ray!” He shot up with a sudden burst of energy. “What the hell are you doing?!” 

“You said you were willing to try anything to feel better.” She blinked at him innocently.  

“I didn't think that meant you were gonna start playing with my dick!” 

“I think I should keep going though. Orgasms are good for congestion and pain relief.” 

“Huh. Really? Is that a thing?” He considered that. There were far worse ways to get better.

“It is a thing,” she told him matter-of-factly.

“I can still do it myself...” He mumbled awkwardly, making no move to stop her. 

“By all means.” She put her hands up and looked at him expectantly. 

“W-what?!” He gaped at her. “I'm not going to do it in front of you!” 

“Why not?”

“B-because that shit's personal, Ray! Where are your fucking boundaries?” 

“I don't need boundaries with you.” She gently pushed him back down to the bed. “You should relax and let me take care of you.”

“Well... When you put it like that.” How could he resist? He laid back and closed his eyes, giving in to the incredible feeling of her small soft hand stroking him. 

She was clumsy and inexperienced, for obvious reasons. He figured it would feel a thousand times better having someone else touch his dick for him, but no matter how he looked at it, he could jerk himself off a lot better than that. 

“Am I doing it right?” she questioned softly.

Not really. She was pretty bad at it, all rhythmless and awkward, but he wasn't about to tell her to stop.

“Uh... No? Takes... practice, I guess.” 

“Hm... I guess I'll never be able to do it as good as you. I'll try something else.” 

“What-” He gaped at her as she moved down between his legs and gently explored the shape of his cock with her fingers, getting up close and personal with it. She looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes and pressed her lips against his sensitive skin. “Oh...” he breathed and stared at her. 

She licked her way up the length of him and laid a wet kiss on the head, exploring every sensitive bit of him with her lips and tongue. A strangled groan escaped from his throat. 

“Do you like this?” she murmured and continued her exploration. 

A dozen responses rushed to the forefront of his mind. Each one even mushier than the last. 

“Shut up, you little tease.” How were those the words that came out? 

He laid a heavy hand on the back of her head and encouraged her to give him more. She readily obliged, slipping the tip of his cock in between her lips and taking him inside her mouth. The inside of her mouth was the most welcoming place in the world, soft, wet, and all-encompassing warmth. 

He couldn't tell what the hell she was doing to him or if she was doing anything special at all, but he couldn't care less, as long as she didn't stop. She went to work on him and he started to feel a little ridiculous, just laying there, completely powerless and vulnerable. What was he supposed to do? Fuck her mouth? That seemed kind of rude and more than a little unnecessary. 

He started to feel tired from leaning back on his elbows in an effort to watch her, and gave into exhaustion, laying flat on his back. She kept going even though he wasn't looking at her anymore and it finally occurred to him that he didn't need to do anything at all. That was the point. It was all about letting her take care of him, giving up control. He took a deep breath and when he finally exhaled, he realized something that surprised him. It was nice, being hers without any expectations or responsibilities. 

He didn't bother tamping down the soft moans that escaped from his sore throat. She didn't care. If anything, the feedback seemed to give her more confidence. She added both of her hands to her task, stroking him with her soft palm and her mouth, fondling his balls every so often. He wasn't sure if he'd actually be able to come, his body already felt spent. 

“Mm... Ray, I don't know if I can- you know... Not that it's not good! Really- really good.” 

Wow... He sounded like even more of an idiot than usual. 

She paused and rubbed his thighs in an apparent effort to comfort him. 

“It's not a big deal if you can't. Don't worry about it. I guess it probably doesn't help that I look really not sexy in sweatpants.” She shimmied said sweatpants off her hips and gave him a questioning look when her fingers found the hem of her shirt. “Would a better view help?” She questioned as she straddled his hips. 

His eyes were fixed on her underwear, on that wet spot between her legs. 

“You liked doing that?” he rasped. 

“I always enjoy touching you.” 

Did she mean... She was actually attracted to him? Well... fuck... 

He held her gaze with his and slowly, hesitantly unraveled the bandages on his hands. 

“Hm...” She observed his scarred hands openly. “We've lived together for years and this is my first time seeing them.”

“Gross, huh?” He moved to bury them under the blankets but she caught his wrists in her hands before he had a chance.

“Was there something you wanted to touch?” She brushed her lips over each of his hands and placed them on her thighs. “But I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you, you know.” 

“You're doing a really good job.” 

Holy hell! Her skin was so fucking soft... How had he never done this before? She felt so good, he was tempted to strip off the rest of his bandages just to feel her body against his. No... That would definitely freak her out. He'd have to make do with hands. His hands weren't bad enough to send her running... probably. She showed no signs of complaining when he slid them up her body, appreciatively admiring the slope of her narrow waist before gently cupping her small breasts in his hands. 

“You're so tiny...” he huffed in amusement. 

“Sorry...” she muttered, looking very put out by his comment. 

“No! I mean- in a good way! You're...” He took a deep breath and prepared himself to say it, “Really cute.” 

“I know they're probably not that fun, but it still feels good when you touch them.” 

Feeling a sudden burst of energy, he sat up and ripped her shirt over her head. 

“Holy shit...” he gaped at her. “You're perfect! Not gonna lie, I kinda thought there'd be something wrong with you.

Her face turned bright red and she moved to hide herself from him but even with his diminished strength he was able to keep her exactly where he wanted her. 

“Where do you think you're going?” he smirked. He probably looked pretty lame trying to flirt when he was sicker than a dog, but he couldn't help teasing her a little. “If everything else checks out, you must have something weird going on down here, huh?” He worked a hand between her thighs. 

“I do not!” she huffed and slapped his hand away.

“Hey! I'm investigating.” Her persistently shoved her underwear to the side and explored her with his fingers. “You got teeth in here or something?” 

“You're so weird,” she mumbled cutely.

“You don't? Prove it.” He guided her hips back so he was prodding at her entrance. 

“Zack! You're sick.”

“Yeah. A bit.” 

“I mean you're supposed to be resting.” 

“Not a chance! This is way better.” 

“You'll rest when we're done?”

“Don't think I'll have much of a choice.” 

“Okay.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek. 

“This sucks,” he grumbled. 

“What?” 

“I wanna kiss you too.” 

“Well... You can if you want. I don't think you'll get me sick again. I know you're not breathing super well though...” 

“If I die, I die.” He tangled his hand in her hair and brought her face down to his, pressing his lips against hers for just a moment so that he didn't cough or sneeze on her, or anything else that would completely ruin the moment. “This is so fucking backward,” he murmured and nuzzled the side of her face. “Not how I pictured it at all.” 

“You were expecting this?” she cocked her head in the most adorable way. 

“No!” he scoffed. “But a guy can dream, right?” 

“Oh... If you don't mind, I'm going to kiss you a lot once you get better.” 

“Seriously?” 

“If it's okay!” She blushed furiously and averted her eyes, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“I'm getting way too fucking spoiled. You mean the special treatment isn't just because I'm sick?” 

“It was...” She shifted her eyes to the side in that way she did whenever she was trying to decide whether or not she should tell the truth, “a convenient excuse.”

“You're so fucking cute. Come on, just admit it. You're totally in love with me, aren't you?” he teased her. 

“Well yeah.” She deadpanned

All his blood seemed to be rushing to his face instead of his dick.

“Oh,” he croaked in response.

“Is that bad?” 

“No. Come here,” he breathed and wrapped his arms around her. “You're everything to me, Ray. Wow... How the fuck did this happen?”

“...I have no idea how to give a hand job.” 

He burst out laughing at that. 

“I'd teach you, but I like your mouth a lot more. Don't feel bad though. I have no idea what I'm doing with my hands and I sure as hell wouldn't know what to do with my mouth.” 

“That's okay.” 

“Oh trust me, I'll learn. You know, just as soon as I'm not a disgusting, sweaty mouth breather. 

“It's probably a good thing you're sick right now,” she gave him a small coy smile. 

“Says you! Why?!” 

“You won't be so rough on me for my first time.”

“I can hold back when I need to!” They exchanged a look. “Okay, good point.” He pulled her down to lay beside him and cuddled her close. “Mmm you're so warm and soft.” 

“Um... I don't want to spoil the mood, but this is kind of an awkward position for sex.” 

“You think so?” he murmured against her shoulder. “I think it works. It's cozy and you don't have to look at me.” 

“But I like looking at you.”    

It was a complete mystery to him, how he could be so lucky to find the one person in the world that was able to not only accept him, but love him. And on top of that... Holy fucking hell she was hot. Hot was never a word he would have used to describe her. Ray had always been obnoxiously pretty, beautiful even, but there was no way he'd ever be able to look at her again without realizing how incredibly sexy she was. 

When the hell had that happened? 

Also... What the hell was wrong with him? He was just letting her do everything on her own? He wasn't that sick. Fuck, he was less useless when he was actually dying. What if she didn't enjoy herself and decided it wasn't worth it?

He held her closer and buried his face against her neck. A sudden wave of exhaustion hit him. What the hell? Oh... Shit... That cold medicine she gave him must have been kicking in. Rapidly fading erection forgotten, he cuddled her like a stuffed animal, loving the warmth and softness of her body. 

“I'm kinda...” he murmured. “Tired.”

“So sleep then,” she stroked his arm soothingly. “I'll be here when you wake up.” 

“You promise?” 

“I promise.”



Zack woke up from his sleep at god knows what hour, feeling a half a level better than dead, or at best a zombie. Damn... That shit sure helped you sleep, but the wake up was a total fucking drag. He pried his tired eyes open and looked around the room, trying to figure out what time it was. Ray was gone... Huh. He probably dreamt the whole thing, didn't he? Of course he did. Ray would never touch a disgusting thing like him, least of all when he was the most disgusting he'd ever been in his life.  

The door to the bedroom creaked open and he vaguely acknowledged that she was there, too embarrassed to actually look her in the eyes. 

“How are you feeling now, Mister Foster?”

“Like shit,” he muttered miserably.

“Don't you worry. Nurse Rachel is here to make you feel better,” she purred... seductively. Yep... He was still dreaming, wasn't he? He dared to look her way and was completely floored by what he saw. 

“What the hell are you-” His jaw dropped when he saw the outfit that she was wearing. She was leaning against the doorframe, wearing this skin-tight little nurse costume, tight and just barely see-through enough that he could see the outline of her perfect little nipples and the naughty red panties she  had on underneath. “Oh,” he choked out. 

“I'm going to take your temperature now, Mister Foster.” She smirked and sashayed over to him, her heels clicking against the wood floor. “Open up,” she urged him and slipped a thermometer in his mouth. 

He stared at her with wide eyes, wondering just what the hell she was playing at when the thermometer beeped. 

“Ooh... Looks like you're running a little hot,” she pouted and examined it. “Want me to get some ice to cool you down?” 

“Ray... What are you- What's going on?”

“What do you mean? You're sick. You need a nurse, don't you?” She cocked her head the same way she did in his dream. So sooo cute. 

“As in... You're going to let me suck on your tits?”

“Would that make you feel better?” She looked down at him and plucked open a couple buttons at the front of her dress. “Seems like that fever is getting to your head, Zack. Demanding such naughty things from the girl who's taking care of you.” 

“Ohhh my god. I'm dreaming. I'm definitely still dreaming... Right?”

“Let me go get that ice. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.” 

Zack was a mess of confusion as he watched her leave the room. What the fuck was going on? Ray had always been cute, but seeing her like that... Jesus fucking christ. Regardless of how bad he felt, she was definitely in danger of getting that sexy little outfit ripped off her hot little body and being fucked into a useless pile of bones. Wait. What the hell was he thinking?! He and Ray weren't like that! She was too goddamn young, for one thing. Ray was just a kid. Sixteen was still a kid, right? Right?! 

“Oh, do you like my outfit?” She teased him. “What are you looking at?” 

“Uh... That's pretty fucking obvious, Ray.” 

“Am I too hot for you?” She grabbed an ice cube from the bowl and drew little circles around her nipples, making the already see-through white fabric even more transparent. “What else do you want to see?” 

“Ray...” he rasped. “What- What's happening?” 

“What about...” She drew another ice cube up her bare thighs and slid it up and down her thin lacy panties. “Shame on you, Zack. Don't you know how hot I am? That's not going to make you feel better at all. Are you faking it?” 

“Ray, what are you doing right now?”

She ripped his shirt open and slid an ice cube up the center of his body, teasing his nipples with it.

OKAY! Definitely not dreaming! Not dreaming at all. And holy fucking hell. Real Ray was a thousand times hotter than dream Ray. He was deeply ashamed of his imagination.  

“Oh... That is a nice sight, isn't it?” she marveled at his body. “So what if I-” she drew some more ice down the front of his body and pulled down his shorts.

“Ohhh. R-Ray. Don't do that if you're not ready for what happens next.” 

“Hm? What are you going to do to me, Zack? Don't you want to know what I have for you next?” 

“Yeah,” he whimpered helplessly. 

“Good boy.” She sucked on an ice cube and drew her tongue up the underside of his cock. “How's that? Is that making you feel better?”

“Oh my fucking god- you're kidding me. You're kidding! Quit playing around, Ray!” 

“You want me to stop?” She circled her icy cold tongue around the head of his penis. “You don't like this?” 

“Ohh Ray, give me more. Keep going.”

“Uh oh, looks like I made you too cold. You want something to warm you back up?”

“Huh?” He stared at her dumbly. 

“Do you want my mouth?” He nodded eagerly in response and she leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “Or do you want my pussy?” 

“What?” he whimpered helplessly. “What?!” 

“Hm? Do you want it?” She positioned her hips over his and pulled her lacy red panties to the side. “I won't give it to you unless you ask for it.”

“Oh god...” He gaped at her. “Ray, no. You don't have to.” 

“I know I don't have to. I'm taking advantage of you. Will you let me?”

“Please?”

“That's a good boy,” she rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. “Can I kiss you?” 

“Uh... I'm kind of gross right now.” 

“I don't mind.” She nuzzled his stuffed up nose and pressed her lips against his. “Is this okay?”

“Ray... You're such an angel.” 

“Is this all it takes? Maybe I should dress up for you more often.” 

“Nah...” He rubbed her hips appreciatively. “I like this, but you're just as cute in your sweats. Don't you know you're always a treat to look at?”

“Oh, really?” She smirked and pulled the neckline of her dress apart, giving him a fantastic view of her perky little tits. “So this does nothing for you?”

“Holy shit. You're so sexy... When the hell did you get those?!”

“I knew you weren't paying attention,” she pouted. “And after I've been wanting you for so long.” 

“Huh?”

“Are you finally ready to become mine, Zack?”

“Uhhh... W-what?” 

She positioned him at her entrance and ever so slowly started to drop her hips down, taking him inside her incredible body inch by inch. 

“Oh god! Ray!”

“Does it feel good for you too, Zack?” 

“Yes! What?! Yes!” 

“Mm-” Her face was pinched in discomfort as she took him to the hilt.

“Ray? What's wrong? You okay?” 

“You're so sweet, worrying about me right now.” She leaned in and brushed her nose against his, giving him a tender kiss. “It's always supposed to hurt a little the first time. It's okay.” 

“You're hurt?” 

“Of course. I just gave you my virginity, didn't I?”

“Woah...” Holy shit. She really did, didn't she? “Yeah, okay.” 

“Don't worry, Zack. I've been wanting this for so long. I'll take good care of you,” she promised as she rocked her hips against his. 

He couldn't help himself, he found the strength to buck his hips up against hers, earning a little whimper from his girl. Oops. Maybe that was too much.

“Sorry!” he blurted out. “I just- wow!” She felt way too fucking good. How was he supposed to behave and sit back all passive and shit? He was experiencing every guy's greatest wet dream. “Fuck... I can't- Just, just hit me or something if I hurt you real bad, okay?” 

“Shut up, Zack,” she huffed and rode him faster. “I won't leave you wanting. Nurse Rachel is here to take care of you.”

“Fuuuck me!” he groaned. What did he do to deserve this? He needed to get sick more often! Seriously, he was about to go around and start licking door knobs if this was the treatment he got for it.

“Is that good? Is Nurse Rachel's pussy making you feel better?” she teased.

“So good,” he whimpered. “So so good. Thank you, Nurse Ray. Fuck, ride me harder, please!” 

“Like this?” She planted her hands on his shoulders and slammed her hips against his with more force. The sound of her ass and thighs slapping against him was the most arousing thing he'd ever heard... Well, her sexy little moans and mewls were threatening to take that place. 

Her pretty little mouth was parted and her cheeks were flushed, long blonde locks falling wildly around her shoulders as her perky tits bounced with every movement. Good fucking god. Was Ray always this fucking hot?

Her pussy was impossibly tight, squeezing and wringing him out for everything he was worth. It was a wonder he was so close to coming, because he felt like absolute shit before she enacted her make Zack feel better plan. 

She bunched up her dress around her waist a little more, giving him an even better view as her hand delved between her legs to play with her pussy just above where they were connected.

“Ohhh,” she gasped and stuck her fingers in his mouth, getting them nice and wet before she continued. 

“Um... Should I be doing that?” 

“No! Just keep going! I'll show you how to touch me later.”

“Hahhh... Best day ever,” he breathed with a dazed bout of laughter.

His words gave her more confidence. She felt sexier than ever, half-relying on her silly costume to make her feel attractive as she rode him like a drunken cowgirl on a mechanical bull.

“Ohh Zack! Yes! You feel so good!” 

“Yeah I do!” he huffed in amusement, grinning like an idiot.

“Just a little more,” she urged him. “I'm gonna come.”

“Really?! I mean- Yes! Please! Please come for me, Ray.”

He was so obnoxiously adorable and endearing, just as shy about sex as he was sexy. 

She choked on a gasp and fell forward, fingernails digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life. He instinctively kept his thrusts going as she wailed and keened through her orgasm. She could feel her insides clamping down around him, pulsing and fluttering as her body tried to keep him in and push him out at the same time. He wasn't having any of it though. He kept going, and it was absolutely the most pleasurable experience of her life. 

“Ohhh god, oh my god. Oh god, Zack,” she whimpered. “Hahhh...”

“Ray- ah, me too,” he grunted and surged up inside her, quickly following after her with his own climax. He flooded her with a rush of hot liquid that had her panting again.

“W-wow,” she breathed and went limp on top of him.

“You can say that again,” he rasped. “Goddamn...”

“Feel better?” she giggled, caught up in post orgasm euphoria. 

“So good. Sooo good,” he groaned and stroked her hair, holding her close. “Wow.”

“You can say that again,” she mimicked him.

“WOW.”

“That good, huh?”

“Sooo... Is this just a because I'm sick thing or...”

“Zack,” she pulled back and looked at him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “If it's always like that, you can have my hot little body whenever you want. I'll even dress up for you if you want.”

“Do want!” he agreed enthusiastically. “But like I said, I think you're just as cute in your sweatpants.”

“Sounds like a deal,” she gave him a soft smile. “But for now, rest a bit. I'll go get you some more water and tea.”

“Raaaay!” he whined. “Stay with me.”

“Zack,” she blushed with a knowing smirk. “Do you want to cuddle?”

“Well... yeah...” he trailed off in embarrassment.

“I guess hydration can wait,” she shrugged and slowly extracted herself from his lap, earning a hiss from him as he slipped out of her.

“Jesus fuck...”

“You're welcome for getting you sick,” she murmured against his chest as she sidled up next to him.

“Thank you, Nurse Ray. You're the best. Even better than in my dream.”

“You had a dream about me?” She blushed.

“Hmmm yeah. You know? I think Battle Royale might be my favorite movie now.”

“Wow...” She stared at him. “You know? For someone so tough, I didn't think a little cold medicine would make you that out of it.”

“Huh?”

“That wasn't a dream...”

“Oh.” He gazed at her with wide eyes. “Hah! No wonder I knew what your tits looked like!”

“You mean you haven't stolen a peek before?”

“I'm a perfect gentleman, Ray! I would never!” 

“Careful. You'll hurt my feelings,” she teased. “You think I haven't stolen a peek myself?”

“You are one crazy bitch, Ray...” he huffed. “I love you though.”

“I love you too, you imperfect gentleman.”