Sick

  Thunder cracked in the sky, lightening lighting up their room. Rain pelted hard against the mountain, and the younger boy shook in the others arms.

  "God, you're freezing, Rob," Wally commented, running his hands over his arms in an attempt to warm the boy up. "Dick, sorry."
  
  "I-im sorry you have to deal with me," Dick replied, shivering in his arms some more.
  The ginger smiled at him, tilting his head up to look at him. "Dude, don't worry about it. You're my boyfriend, im never 'putting up' with you."
  
  "Thanks."
  
  Dick shook in his arms some more, pressing his cold nose against his neck. He clutched at his chest, balling that fabric of his shirt in his hands. "I love you, Walls," he murmured, barley audible in the room.
  
  "I love you, too, Dick," Wally whispered back, bringing him to lay on his chest, staring into his blue eyes, "My god, this weather isn't helping your fever at all. Your skin is burning up, but you're shivering. Won't Bats take you to a doctor?"
  
  The blue eyed boy shook his head, sniffling a bit. His eyes were red, his nose stuff, and whole body cold, raked with shivers. He didn't like being sick, it meant he would miss days of school, and he couldn't go on missions with the rest of the team. It meant he couldn't leave his room, and he could only heat soup and drink orange juice.
  
  It meant time with his boyfriend was limited, and he was lonely. He couldn't sleep, and often woke up with a headache and drenched in sweat.
  
  Wally tightened his arms around his waist, rocking him gently and humming softly into his hear. Another crack of thunder broke the silence,  and he kissed his head. His thumbs traced circles on his hips, and he couldn't help but move his head down to kiss his lips.
  
  "No," Dick pulled away, turning his head in the other direction and getting a slight pout on his face. "I'll get you sick."
  
  "I don't care," Wally replied, tilting his head back to face him. He swooped his head down, slowly capturing his lips in a chaste, passionate kiss. Their lips moved against one another slowly.
  
  Dick pulled away, breathing in a lungful of air and placing his head down on his chest. "I love you," he whispered before he passed out from his fever.