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baby, you burn so hot

Another Steddie sickfic! This time with a fever. 🔥

Summary: Steve is coming down with the flu, but he’s in denial and is outside working on the house. Eddie has to haul his ass inside and make him stay in bed.

Warnings: 18+! 5k. There’s consensual fever fucking at the end of this. I dabbled and it turns out I’m into it. 😅

There’s not too much mess and no contagion, as Eddie has his flu shot. Not as much snz content as my usual, but it’s still there, for sure.

Notes: Two posts helped inspire this fic! First, the snz + fighting post by sickromancer. And the ‘apologizing for their fever post’ by allthewhumpygoodness. 🙏 Title from that Ed She/eran song, which is a pretty kinky song, if you ask me.

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It’s a chilly Saturday in November and the wind is sweeping through the trees, forcing the few leaves that are still on the branches to cling on for dear life.

“Why are you out here when you’re sick?” Eddie asks, brows furrowed and hands on his hips as he looks up at Steve precariously perched on a ladder, cleaning out the gutters. He’d gotten home from work and hadn’t even had time to take his jacket off before he found Steve out back.

“I’b dnot sick,” Steve says without looking away from his task.

Eddie levels him with an unimpressed look. “You looked like shit this morning, and you’ve been sneezing all day.”

“Id’s allergies.”

“You don’t get allergies in the fall.”

“B’aybe now I do,” Steve shrugs.

“You’re shivering,” Eddie narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, itd’s cold out,” Steve says. At least he’s wearing a jacket. A small consolation, Eddie thinks.

“And yet, you appear to be sweating,” Eddie gestures at him, incredulous.

“I’b fine, Eddie,” Steve insists, turning back toward the gutter. He continues scooping out the debris, jabbing at it in agitation.

Eddie throws his hands up in frustration, pacing in a circle as he tries to decide on a new method of attack. He sighs pointedly. “Do you really need to do this right now?”

“Id has to gedt done before the windter,” Steve says stubbornly, sniffling as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand.

“It can’t be that big of a deal that it’s worth risking your health for.” Eddie hopes the concern in his voice will help his case.

“It just dneeds to get done! So I’b doing id!” Steve motions curtly to the gutters clogged with leaves, one hand gripping the wrung of the ladder. Twisting away from Eddie, he buries his face in his elbow as a harsh, “ha-EHISSSHHHah!” racks his frame. Eddie hears the metal of the ladder rattle against the roof with the movement and his anxiety ratchets up another notch.

“Get your ass down here now before I come up there and make you,” says Eddie, his stern tone brooking no argument. Not knowing what else to do, he wraps a steadying hand around the side rail of the ladder for extra support.

“Fugk you, I kdnow whatd I’b doing,” Steve says. Before he has time to cover, he’s bombarded by a violent double, “hih’RRISSSHH! Heh’ESSSHOO!” spraying the air in front of him as his hands clench the top of the ladder. Blinking, he comes back to himself, looking dazed.

“You’re getting worse by the second!” says Eddie, anger and concern mixing in his voice. “If you pass out on me, I swear-”

“I’b dnot going to fuckigg pass out, Jesus. How pathedic do you thigk I amb?” Steve’s brows knit together as he swipes at his damp nose.

“I didn’t say that!” Eddie yells, scrubbing a hand down his face in frustration.

“I’b perfectly capable of-”

“Just come down, please,” Eddie begs.

“ihh…hih’ZZCHHUH!” Another full-bodied, scraping sneeze bursts from him and he pitches forward with it, causing the ladder to wobble.

Eddie grabs at his ankle ineffectually, adrenaline piercing through him. He’s too far down to be of any real help.

“Hey!” An indignant squawk from Steve.

“I’m just steadying you!”

Steve shoots him a disbelieving look. “I have to come down and grab the hose, okay? Don’t try anything stupid,” Steve says. Eddie glares at him.

“You’re one to talk…” Eddie says under his breath, ignoring the look Steve gives him in response.

Steve takes a couple steps down the ladder, glancing at the hose on the ground. Now his waist is about level with Eddie’s shoulders. His breath hitches before erupting in another wrenching double, “Hih’GISSHH’iew! Heh’RRISSHoo!” The ladder shakes precariously again.

“Alright, that’s it. You’re done.” Eddie swoops in to grapple him. Wrapping both arms around Steve’s thighs, he presses bodily into Steve, taking the man’s weight and holding tight to his legs so he has no choice but to fall over Eddie’s shoulder, hands braced on Eddie’s lower back for purchase.

“What the fuck! Put me down, asshole!” Steve shouts, pissed off and dizzy from the rush of blood to his head. He squirms against Eddie’s hold, but he’s weaker than usual and doesn’t actually want to hurt him or send them both toppling to the ground.

“No. We’re going inside.” Eddie’s strong arms heft him securely into place before trekking across the lawn toward their house. Steve’s hands fist in the back of Eddie’s shirt, face burning with humiliation.

“Fuck you!” comes Steve’s indignant yell as he feels Eddie plant a hand on his ass to keep him steady.

“Maybe when you’re feeling better,” says Eddie, walking up the steps to the back door and opening it with ease. “That can be your reward for being a good patient.”

“You’re such a jackass,” Steve says, the fight slowly seeping out of him.

“Mmhmm,” Eddie agrees, unbothered and preoccupied with the effort of lugging Steve to their bedroom.

“I’b dnot going to go along with this,” Steve says with a half-hearted kick of his foot.

“Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Eddie carries him into their room and gently deposits him on top of the down comforter. Steve immediately tries to get up and Eddie stops him by pressing a firm hand into his chest. “Stay there.” Eddie swings a knee over Steve so he’s straddling him, pinning him with his weight and a hand on each wrist.

“Fugking bmake bme, you dick.” Steve struggles against him, putting up about half the fight that Eddie knows he’s capable of. It’s still a lot of work to keep him down, but Eddie is stronger than he looks.

“You know, normally you saying that would be sexy, but right now you’re just pissing me off,” says Eddie, grunting with the effort of restraining him.

“Good!” is the best Steve’s fever-addled brain can come up with.

“I could always call Dustin and have him come over to guilt trip you. Maybe you’d actually listen to him. Or maybe he’d just annoy the shit out of you, and you’d deserve it.” Eddie looks down at Steve, curtains of black wavy hair framing his face.

“You better fuckigg dnot. I don’t wandt him over here right dnow,” Steve says, pink nose scrunching up in a futile sniffle.

“You don’t want him to see you sick?” Eddie accuses.

“I’b dnot talking to you anybore,” Steve says, arms still straining against his hold.

“As long as you stay in bed, I don’t care if you talk to me or not,” Eddie says, fed up. He can feel Steve start to give in, collapsing back onto the pillow with a huff. Steve winces in pain and Eddie immediately takes his hands off him as if burned. Judging from Steve’s continuing look of discomfort, it’s either a headache or a fresh wave of the fever worsening. Eddie is quick to let his knees take more of his weight to make sure he’s not crushing him.

“Is it your head?” Eddie asks, the anger draining from his voice and giving way to concern.

“Yeah…but…” Steve rubs a hand over his eyes.

“But what?” Eddie asks carefully.

“But everything else hurts too,” Steve finally relents. Now that he’s in bed, the exertion of the past hour is hitting him all at once, too raw to ignore. His head is throbbing, his bones ache, and there’s a persistent chill skittering across his skin.

“Okay…you’re gonna stay here, and I’m gonna get you some Tylenol,” Eddie’s tone is serious but soft. Steve doesn’t give a response, but he doesn’t protest either, so Eddie counts it as a win. Heading out of the room, Eddie pins Steve with a look that clearly says don’t you dare move.

After a few short minutes, he returns with the goods. “Figured these might come in handy.” Eddie wiggles the box of tissues in the air before he sets it down on the nightstand. Steve spares him a glance, having changed quickly into a hoodie and sweatpants. Eddie’s hopeful that means he’s going to cooperate. He sees Steve shiver, unable to hide it, and says, “Alright, get under the covers for me. We’re not doing things by halves today.”

Once Steve is sitting up in bed, his lower half ensconced snugly in the covers, Eddie hands him the glass of water and Tylenol. Watches as Steve dutifully swallows the pills and sets the glass on the nightstand.

“Happy?” A grumpy look clouds Steve’s features.

“Thrilled.” Eddie volleys with a sarcastic smile. “Now lay down, you’re tiring me out just looking at you.” Taking in his glazed eyes and flushed face, he can tell Steve is feeling worse with each passing moment.

He can’t hide the way he gingerly moves his body to lay completely under the covers, or the sheen of sweat that’s already soaking through the center of his shirt. Resigned to his fate, he lets Eddie fuss with the top of the covers, pulling them up tight around his neck.

Satisfied that he has him right where he wants him, Eddie presses the back of his hand to Steve’s forehead, then his neck.

“God you’re burning up,” Eddie says, his sigh heavy with worry.

“I’b sorry,” Steve croaks out, woozy and exhausted. There’s sweat on his brow, and he feels like the fever is starting to scramble his brain. His eyes are heavy when he looks up at Eddie.

The words go straight to Eddie’s heart. His defenses have always been weak when it comes to Steve. He stares back at the other man and brushes the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, saying, “It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to apologize for being sick.”

“…I’b sorry I yelled at you too,” Steve says, voice low. Eddie pauses, takes that in. He looks down at Steve softly.

“Apology accepted,” he says with a formal press of a hand over his heart and a bow of his head like he’s a character in one of his campaigns. “I know you weren’t feeling like yourself.” He reaches out to brush his hand against Steve’s cheek. “Next time just let me take care of you from the get-go.”

“I can’t bmake any probises,” Steve gives a tired smile.

“Sense of humor’s still intact, that’s a good sign,” Eddie quotes with a smirk. That gets a small laugh from Steve, sending him into a brief coughing fit which he smothers into his fist.

“I really did thigk I was just tired,” he says, once he gets his breath back. The concerned look that Eddie pierces him with is almost too much for him to bear.

“Even if you didn’t have a fever, you shouldn’t let yourself get that worn out. What did I tell you about overworking yourself?” Eddie asks as he rubs a hand along Steve’s arm.

“I kdnow,” Steve groans and buries half his face into the pillow. “I jusd hate beigg useless.”

“You’re not useless, Steve,” Eddie scoffs. “Everyone gets sick sometimes and you deserve a break.” The air is thick with Steve’s silence – his only response.

“Well,” Eddie starts, feeling adrift and needing something to focus on, “The Tylenol you took should help with your fever, but let’s check it just in case.” Reaching behind the box of tissues, he grabs the thermometer he had snuck in earlier.

“Is thadt necessary?” Steve asks, voice thick with congestion.

“I’m afraid so. Now, say ‘ahh.’” He’s being kind of a dick and he knows it, but Steve had him really worried earlier and he needs a little levity, so sue him. When he tries to put the thermometer in Steve’s mouth, Steve turns his head away resolutely. A put-upon frown teases the corners of Eddie’s mouth.

“You should know I’m being very good right now and decidedly not making a joke about doing this rectally.”

Steve groans, covering his face with his hands. “I hate you.”

“You love me.” Eddie flashes a shit-eating grin. Peeking through the gaps in his fingers, Steve narrows his eyes at him, humming noncommittally. Eddie realizes that’s probably the best he’s going to get, given the circumstances.

“Come on, be good for me, baby.” The teasing lilt in Eddie’s voice causes Steve’s flush to deepen in a way that has nothing to do with his fever.

“If it’ll make you shut up, fine.” Steve opens his mouth and Eddie gently settles the thermometer under his tongue. He glances at his watch - one of his favorite gifts that Steve has given him over the years - to time the 60 seconds needed for the temperature reading. There’s barely enough time for to him to settle in for the wait before he hears the telltale hitch of Steve’s breath. His face is scrunching up, eyes fluttering. His nostrils are flaring, pink and wet, as he fans at his face, trying desperately to hold back.

“Steve… don’t-” But he can’t prevent the inevitable. Eddie doesn’t want to try to grab the thermometer and injure Steve in the process, or get caught in the crossfire of some truly disgusting mess. He has no choice but to let it happen, leaning to the side of where he’s seated on the bed as Steve snaps forward, unleashing a violent sneeze- “uh…Hah-AHRRSSHOO!” that sprays the air in front of him, sending the thermometer and no small amount of mist flying through the air.

The thermometer lands on top of the duvet covering Steve’s feet. Eddie’s eyes dart from the device back up to Steve’s face in disbelief. Head still buzzing from the outburst, Steve blinks blearily and sniffs at the mess that’s now running down his upper lip. “Ugh. I thigk I dneed a tissue.”

Reigning in his shock, Eddie snaps into action. “Yeah, for sure,” he says, plucking a few from the box and handing them over.

Steve gratefully buries his nose in them, the sound of his long, clearing blow filling the bedroom. The pressure having shifted in his sinuses, he feels another tickle building, until- “Huh...ha-ESSSHHH’IUE!” another gnarly-sounding sneeze is smothered into the destroyed tissue. He groans, catching his breath. Then, a miserable, “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Here,” Eddie says, handing him some fresh tissues with a reassuring quirk of his lips. “I’m sorry you feel like shit.”

“Yeah, bme too.” After cleaning himself up, he sniffles to test that the persistent itch is finally gone. “Ogkay, I thigk we can try agaidn.”

“Okay.” Snatching the thermometer off the bed and thanking his lucky stars that he got that flu shot, he slowly places it back under Steve’s tongue. Seeing Steve’s lips parting so easily for him has his mind wandering, and he wills himself to think pure thoughts – to focus on the task at hand. He’s definitely going to some kind of special hell if he finds any of this hot.

“Alright, we only need to wait for one minute.” He glances at his watch again. With nothing left to do but wait, he turns his attention back to Steve. The flush on his face is…distracting, to say the least. The man is already gorgeous enough as it is. Steve senses the attention and meets his eyes. Eddie hopes he’s too out of it to catch him being mushy.

Needing to break the silence stretching out before them, Eddie says, “I should probably take advantage of this opportunity while I can. You being unable to talk back, and all.” Steve furrows his brow and flips him the bird. Eddie huffs out a laugh.

A few moments later, he checks his watch again. “Time’s up. Let’s see the damage.” Carefully grabbing the thermometer from Steve’s mouth, he reads the display. “101.5,” Eddie says with a tsking sound. “That’s not great, babe. I should at least get you a wet washcloth or something to cool you down a bit.”

“’kay,” comes Steve’s faint answer. It hasn’t escaped Eddie’s notice that his replies have been getting shorter and shorter. If he starts actually getting delirious, he’s going to have to call someone for help. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like things are at that point yet; hopefully they can avoid it. He crosses his fingers that things will stay within the realm of his capability.

“I bet it’s the flu,” Eddie says, pointing at him with the thermometer before he sets it on the nightstand. “With a fever that high, and how fast it came on with your other symptoms. Plus, I got my flu shot through work because they had that thing, remember? Which would explain why I didn’t get it.”

Steve glares at him and scrubs a finger under his nose, giving a productive sniff. “Good for you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “At least now I can take care of you. Better that than having us both stuck in bed.”

Steve grumbles but doesn’t say anything to the contrary.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie says. Steve just barely stops himself from reaching out before Eddie stands up. Eddie doesn’t know whether to be relieved or worried that he’s so readily accepting help now.

A few minutes later, he returns with a cool washcloth. Steve is dozing right where he left him, but he has a pained look on his face.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m gonna put this on your forehead, alright? It should help you feel a little better, at least,” Eddie says as he swipes the sweaty hair out of Steve’s face.

Steve turns toward him with a quiet, achy sound. Eddie places the cool cloth on his forehead and Steve is grateful for the momentary relief. Taking a deep breath, he focuses on the sensation and mumbles, “Mm… feels good.”

“We’re gonna get you feeling better; don’t worry, okay? I’ll be right here with you,” Eddie says, placing a hand over Steve’s heart. “You gotta tell me what you need, though. And be honest about how you’re feeling.”

“Uh huh.”

“And it would make me feel better if you ate something at some point,” Eddie says, deciding to press his luck.

“’m not hungry.” Steve’s so tired that it doesn’t even come out as bratty, just kind of pathetic, and it breaks Eddie’s heart.

“Tough shit,” Eddie jokes softly, giving a soft smile and lightly rubbing Steve’s chest. “I want you to try and eat anyway. Didn’t we just agree that listening to me was a good idea?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, too weak to argue.

“I’ll let you rest a bit while I go heat up some soup. You don’t even have to eat all of it if you don’t want to,” says Eddie. He starts to pull away to head into the kitchen when he feels Steve’s shaky grip around his forearm.

“Don’t go,” Steve says, his voice nearly a whisper.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Eddie says, serious. The fever is making Steve emotional and he really doesn’t want to fuck it up. “I’ll just be down the hall for a few minutes to make us something, and then I’ll be back, and we can spend the rest of the night in bed.”

“Okay,” The answer seems to satisfy Steve, who curls on his side and buries his face into the pillow. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Eddie says, readjusting the cloth on Steve’s head. “I’ll be right back.”

He heats the soup on the stove as quickly as he can, anxious about leaving Steve alone. When he returns to the bedroom with a bowl in each hand, Steve is dozing fitfully. It takes away some of the guilt Eddie has about waking him. Eating will help in the long run anyway; he doubts Steve has eaten in hours and low blood sugar always makes him restless.

Mind made up, he gently shakes Steve awake with a hand on his shoulder. Bleary, fever-bright eyes open and meet his. It takes a moment for Steve to register where he is.

Eddie has always worn his emotions on his sleeve, and he makes no attempt to conceal his love for the other man, looking down at him, his gaze warm and sweet as honey.

“There he is.”

Steve scrubs at his face and turns toward him. There are pillow marks on his cheek and Eddie has to tamp down the desire to kiss them.

“Here – sit up and have some soup,” Eddie says, setting the bowls on the nightstand. He stops short of actually helping him sit up, knowing Steve would hate it, settling for adjusting the pillow behind him instead.

“Just eat what you can. It’ll help you sleep,” he says as he hands Steve a bowl before crawling to sit under the covers beside him. “You don’t feel nauseous or anything, right?”

“I don’t think so…” Steve looks at the bowl in his hands warily.

“Okay, good! Dig in, then.” Eddie hopes his tone is encouraging. They eat, Steve manages to finish half his soup before handing it to Eddie and laying back down. Setting the dishes on the nightstand for later, Eddie grabs the book he’s currently working his way through and gets comfortable. He would offer to read out loud, but Steve is probably going to fall right back asleep and doesn’t need the distraction.

Warm arms snake around his lap as Steve scoots closer, burying his face in the side of Eddie’s hip. Eddie wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulders and gives his arm a squeeze. The fever is still burning through him, and a whine sneaks out of him as he rubs his hot forehead against Eddie’s side, squirming with discomfort. Eddie frowns, wishing he could do more. At this point, there’s nothing to do but wait it out.

“Thank you for staying,” the murmur is so quiet Eddie almost misses it. His chest goes warm.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He gives his arm another reassuring squeeze and feels Steve sigh into him. “Just rest now.” The rhythm of Steve’s breathing slows and evens out, interrupted every so often by a congested snuffle. Eddie watches him for a bit, heart full, then turns back to his book, happy to be here for him if he needs anything.

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“You sure this is okay?” Eddie checks in again.

“Yeah,” Steve looks up at him, eyes glassy and fever-bright. “Distract me.” Make me forget how shitty I feel, he thinks through the fog currently burning through his brain.

He had woken up half an hour ago, feeling okay enough to refresh himself in the bathroom and have a snack. The exertion from just that had him achy and longing to lay down again, so here he was back in bed, furious with his own body. His skin felt tight and itchy. Torn between wanting to be sedated and wanting to shake out of his skin, he had turned to Eddie and caught the other man staring at him. Noticed how he turned away, guilty, when caught. Which is how they ended up in their current predicament, after Steve assured him many times that, yes, this is okay, yes, he wants to. Anything to take his mind of the fever twisting him into knots.

Eddie has his weight braced on his arms, resting on either side of Steve’s head. Steve is splayed out beneath him, sweating on top of the sheets. There’s a flush on his face that travels all the way down to his chest. Eddie wants to chase it with his tongue.

He settles between Steve’s legs, bending down to press a kiss to his hot forehead. Moves on to kiss the bridge of his nose, across his cheek and under his jaw. Leaning back, his hands travel down to Steve’s thighs, big hands splayed across the width of them, digging into the muscle there and pulling them up so they’re firm around Eddie’s waist. A gasp is forced from Steve’s throat at the feeling of their cocks sliding together through their sweatpants. Eddie curls forward and buries his face in Steve’s fever-warm neck, grinding his hips down against him and muffling a groan into his scorching skin.

One of his hands comes up, creeping underneath Steve’s shirt, palm wandering across his chest, feeling the slight sheen of sweat through the coarse hair there. Eddie trails searing kisses down the length of his neck, panting against the hot skin, their breath mingling. Eddie bites his clavicle as gently as he can stand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, baby.” He thrusts his hips down again and Steve sucks in a breath through his open mouth, still unable to breathe through his nose. “No pun intended.”

Steve huffs a weak laugh and brings his hand up to cup the back of Eddie’s head, tightening his fingers in the dark curls. “God, you’re so corny,” he says as Eddie presses his face into the hot column of his throat again – his favorite place to be, licking a stripe up to the underside of his jaw.

“So pretty,” the rumble of Eddie’s voice is deep against his throat as he sucks a mark into that hidden spot that makes Steve go crazy. Steve’s eyes flutter shut as he arches his neck back at the sensation. Eddie moves again, his hips a slow grind, and Steve’s body bows underneath him of its own accord. Pain and pleasure vie for dominance, shorting out his brain in a rush of feeling.

Callused fingers cup his jaw and Eddie thumbs at his plush lower lip before diving in for a sweltering, open-mouthed kiss. Steve makes it several seconds before he has to pull back, unable to breathe through the congestion. Molten eyes gaze down at him, and he feels himself flushing even more, if that were possible. There’s sweat beading on his forehead, and Eddie sweeps his hand over it in a caress. Heat coils in his gut as Eddie uses that same hand to pull the waistbands of their pants down and grip them both, damp hand squeezing tight.

“So easy for me like this,” Eddie purrs as he strokes them both with languid ease. Steve thinks he might die. Looking up at the other man, he feels completely at his mercy. Trusts him to take care of him implicitly.

“Wanna be easy for you,” Steve scrapes out through the wave of fever and arousal fusing in his veins, as potent as any drug.

It’s like a punch to the gut and Eddie’s eyes clench shut as he jerks them both with purpose. Steve is so fucking pliant under him and it’s making him crazy; there’s no way he’s gonna last.

“Fuck, Steve-” Eddie’s sweating now too, his heart picking up in his chest. A keening sound tears out of Steve’s throat. He’s so fucking sensitive right now, Eddie thinks, enthralled. Anticipation buzzes under his skin - they’re both getting close.

Leaning down, he buries his face in Steve’s neck once more, oven-hot. Overtaken by a fit of possessiveness, he presses his teeth against the sweltering skin, reveling in the feeling for a heady moment before soothing it with his tongue.

“Come on, baby,” Eddie says, grazing kisses down Steve’s neck to his chest, “Want to make you feel good.”

“Please-” The myriad of sensations pulsing through Steve’s body build to a crest. All it takes is one more twist of Eddie’s hand around the both of them and he’s pushed over the edge, wave after wave of electric heat thrumming through him. He spills all over himself, come shooting up his belly and chest.

From above, Eddie watches him, mesmerized as he continues to stroke him through it. The sight of Steve covered in come proves to be too much for him. Pleasure crests and bursts through him, and he curls forward with a moan, his sweaty face framed by curtains of hair. His come arcs across Steve’s chest, their seed combining to make a proper mess of him. He looks thoroughly debauched. The contrast of their come against Steve’s flushed skin is one of the prettiest things he’s ever seen. Catching his breath, Eddie tries to commit it to memory.

“Fuck,” he pants, his brain still coming back online. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Steve just smiles up at him and drags his fingers up and around the arm that Eddie has pressed into the sheets, bearing his weight. “Are you good?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Steve reassures him, the flush from both the orgasm and the fever indistinguishable. “I’m sticky, though.”

“Right, right.” Eddie blinks, coming out of his daze. He leans over to grab several tissues from the nearby box and cleans Steve up, Eddie’s body still nestled in between his legs. Once finished, he balls them up and tries to shoot them into the small trash bin they keep in their room, cursing when he misses by a mile. “Looks like I still need more lessons,” he says with a cheesy grin, the joke earning a tired chuckle from Steve. He loves making him laugh.

“Free lessons, anytime,” Steve promises, eyelids starting to droop.

“Hmm, maybe we sleep first, then lessons,” he says playfully. He pulls the sheets up and they get settled beneath them, scooting together until they’re wrapped up in each other. The heat of Steve’s skin is still evident where it presses against Eddie, arms sneaking under his shirt and forehead pressed to his clavicle.

“Sounds good,” Steve says through a yawn, wiped out enough to finally slip into what they both hope is a peaceful sleep. Tangled in the warm comfort of each other’s arms, they drift off together.

#snzfic #snzblr #snz kink #fever kink #trust the next fic I finish will hopefully be steve consenting to allergy stuff #the poor boy needs a break!#this is what happens when I have 4 days off... I finally complete 2 fics!#I looked up when I started this fic and it was 2 months ago!#snz fic #snzfics #snz fics

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