You Can Cry All You Want To, I Don't Care

The next morning when I wake up I'm in bed and wrapped tightly in Franks arms, my head resting on his chest while he breathes deep and even beneath me. I carefully slide out of his hold, not wanting to wake him and I stumble my way out of the room and into the bathroom. I flick the light on and immediately regret it, the bright light burning my eyes and making my already throbbing head hurt even more. I flick it back off and decide to just shower in the very dimly lit room. I start the water and strip off, stepping in and sighing in relief as the hot water thaws my freezing skin and I make a mental note to turn the heat up when I get out. I wash myself before sliding down to sit on the floor, closing my eyes as I tilt my head back to lean against the wall, feeling a little better today but still really sick. I'm almost ready to get out again when the door creaks open, light from the hallway light Frank has turned on spilling in and I squint as it shines in my eyes a little. I see Frank reach for the light switch as he says "Baby it's so da..." "Don't turn it on" I croak out, the action of speaking bringing on another round of choking coughs. "Ok baby" Frank says softly as he steps in and closes the door behind himself. I watch him slowly cross the room towards me before sinking to his knees outside the shower cubicle. "How you feeling today?" He ask softly and I let out a small groan, not bothering with words, figuring he can tell by that. "Your dad just called, the doctor can see you in an hour, he'll be here in about half an hour." I nod slightly, too worn out to fight about it and Frank smiles before leaning over and helping me back up, turning the water off and grabbing me a clean towel, wrapping me in it. While I step out and dry off he leaves the room and grabs me some clean warm clothes and while I redress he says "It's raining pretty heavy out there" and I sigh before saying "So that's why it's so cold. Can we turn the heat up?" "Of course baby" he tells me as I pull my shirt over my head before reaching for the last item of clothing, one of Franks big incredibly warm hoodies. I pull it on and as it's over my head I inhale as much as I can and smile, croaking out "It kinda smells like you, well as much as I can smell." Frank chuckles and takes my hand, leading me back out of the bathroom and I immediately slap my hand over my eyes as we step out under the hallway lights. "Sorry" Frank says softly as he reaches out and flicks it off and as we make our way down the hall into the kitchen he keeps the lights off, opening the blinds once we get there and letting in the dull light from outside. "Is that ok?" I nod before adding "Yeah it doesn't hurt my eyes as much." I sit at the table while Frank turns the heat up and when he comes back he makes me some tea and heats me up some more soup, sitting at the table with me, his arm wrapped around my waist and his body pressed to my side to help keep me warm while I eat.

The trip to the doctors is miserable, it's freezing cold and windy outside ontop of raining and I get wet. The doctors office was very warm but the lights were way too bright and it made my eyes sting and my head pound painfully. The doctor checked me out and concluded I have bronchitis and prescribed me some antibiotics, telling me to keep up with my fluids and get plenty of rest and that I should be fine again in the next three to six days and if I'm not I have to come back. I groan at this, fearing I could be still sick for that long and Frank chuckles at me and pulls me into his chest. We get the medicine before dad takes us home again and he asks if we need anything and Frank says I could use more soup but I shake my head and say "No, I'm ok" but from the look on both their faces I know they don't buy it and that I will be getting more soup. I drag myself upstairs and strip off on my way to the bedroom, leaving my wet clothes in a trail on the floor as I make my way to the bed and climb back in under the covers in just my boxers and a tshirt, curling up and pulling the covers over my head, falling asleep before Frank even makes it into the room. I wake up a few hours later from an intense sex dream about Frank, feeling right on the edge of cumming, and when my eyes snap open I realise the hot pressure around my dick wasn't just my imagination and it's Franks mouth. "Ohhhh" I groan out as a sharp jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine and Frank tilts his head so he can look up at me while he works me in his mouth and the cheeky smile he's giving me with his eyes tips me over the edge and I buck my hips slightly and cum, flooding his mouth and he swallows around me before pulling off and leaning back in to press a soft kiss to the head of my dick. "Mmmm" I groan out as I slump into the mattress, boneless. "Good dream baby?" He asks while smirking at me and I frown in confusion. "I came in to check on you and you were rock hard, letting out little whimpers and moaning my name in your sleep so I thought I would help." I feel my face blush and Frank chuckles and leans in to kiss me. "Don't be embarrassed, it was hot." He bucks his hips down a little and I feel his hard on press against my hip and I smile, feeling good knowing I can turn him on. "You should take care of that while I watch" I tell him and he smirks and climbs off me to settle beside me, pulling his boxers off and wrapping his fist around his dick, pumping himself fast, soft whines and moans leaving his lips and as tired as I am I can't help but want to help so I reach out and smack his hand away, replacing it with my own and I jerk him off fast, my rhythm a little off as I feel a little uncoordinated but he doesn't seem to mind, his eyes closed and head thrown back, a look of pleasure on his face. I keep stroking him and just as my arm starts to get tired he bucks up into my hand a little and cums, covering my fist in it and I pump him through his orgasm until he whines and asks me to stop.

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