The Trials of Being Loved

Part 23 - Oh, It's My Fault, Polar Bear

"Fuck off, asshole, let me die in my misery!" 

Tay couldn't help it, he honestly couldn't. Even sick, with watery eyes, and snot running from his nose, New was the cutest person he'd ever seen. He picked up the bowl of congee, and a spoon, and with the biggest shit kicking grin on his face, cheerfully replied, "Damn it, Newwie, I love you. Now, be a good boy and open wide." 

When New opened his mouth to curse him out further, of that Tay was positive, he smoothly slid the spoon in. New gagged on the congee, not expecting it. Tay giggled and carefully wiped his mouth. 

I guess he forgot I have a niece. I'm an expert at feeding small humans. Full sized ones should be VERY easy! Chuckling loudly, Tay winked at him. "Be nice, New, and eat the full bowl. You really don't want me to give you a shower for being naughty, do you?"

It was interesting to watch the color run up his chest, face and settle in the tips of his ears. Damn, why hadn't he noticed THAT before... 

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Tay had to call the number on the prescription bottle. New's fever kept spiking, and it worried him. He would normally take him to a hospital, but with his 'fear' of the paparazzi, fans and gossip, Tay settled for this mysterious doctor instead. 

He left a message and was shocked when in less than five minutes, received a call back. "Mr. Tawan? You called regarding Mr. New Thitipoom?"

"Yes, I did." Tay couldn't believe the relief that flooded his body. "New is running a fever and I can't take him to the hospital in his current situation. What should I do?"

"This isn't my area of expertise, as I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Tawan." The doctor paused, and then quietly said, "I will send a small care package to the same address as the last prescription?"

"Yes, please. Doctor, I have a question..." 

"I may not be able to answer if it violates patient privacy." The doctor cautioned softly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thitipoom is very popular in my office. Please, be quick."

"Of course, do I continue with the first prescription while he is ill?" Tay blurted out, anxious. 

"Yes, don't stop until the patient feels better. It usually takes four to six months to re-stabilize, sometimes longer. Please tell him to call me for counselling as soon as he feels better." The doctor hung up, after assuring Tay the supplies would be there in under two hours. 

Tay sighed and made another phone call, to place an order for groceries, ignoring yet another text from his manager.  They only had one more day of leave and NOW New really was sick. What to do? It didn't matter. 

He picked up New's discarded phone, wondering if he should call his mom and let her know that he was ill... and then decided against, tossing both powered off phones back into the drawer and shutting it firmly. 

The doctor had sent over fever reducing patches, a new box of paracetamol, antibiotics and a covid test kit plus full instructions on when to use them. Tay was grateful. He'd always had a mom around to help take care of his sick siblings. 

When the covid test kit fell out of the bag, he sighed. Could NEW possibly have covid? From where? They'd been locked up together for 6 days and hadn't seen anyone else... but it was a last hope to have more time together. Carefully, he placed the test kit on the kitchen counter and went to help New before testing. 

Newwie had hallucinations when the fever was high. Tay had heard some interesting stories when his fever spiked. With his limited nursing skills, he undressed him, carefully wiping his body down with a damp towel, trying to cool his body. Does this actually work? He wondered, until New would act so babyish, arching his body into the cool cloth, asking for more, or if it wasn't the right temperature, pushing him away. 

When the fever was just slightly above normal, New slept, curled up in a ball, sweating, soaking through all the sheets. He finally had to change the sheets. It was then he made the decision to leave New naked, too tired to re-dress him in a pair of pajamas. 

That was what woke New... who had physical needs and was in one of his lucid periods.

"Bathroom." New croaked. "Please?" Again, he looked like a cute baby, laying on the bed, holding out a hand. "I can't seem to stand up on my own."

Fuck! Tay's gaze roamed over him, from top to bottom, casually taking the sweat soaked man, barely covered by the blue duvet. New had managed to push it to the side in preparation for standing. He had strong doubts that New was aware of his state of dress, or as the case may be, undress... and even like this, he was stunning. 

Where was a damn camera when you need it? Erotic! That was it! New wasn't sexy or hot, the picture on his bed was erotic... Tay licked his dry lips and realized New was still waving that damn hand at him and complaining. "What?"

Whining, "Tay, I need to pee! Up!" New now held both hands up. "Help me."

"Oh, of course." It was his turn to flush. This wasn't the time to be getting horny, he scolded himself. But I can't help it! Carefully, he knelt on the bed, and scooped Newwie into his arms. With a soft sound of surprise, New had no choice but to place his arms around Tay's neck, holding on for support. "I don't think you should walk just yet." 

It was... conflicting. A rush of sudden emotions flooded through his body. Tay's eyes closed against the sight of New's nude body held against his fully clothed one. 

Why had he ever thought leaving his lover nude was a good fucking idea? When was he going to stop instantly wanting him? Just get it over with!

Opening his eyes, and never looking down, he carefully began to walk forward with his precious cargo. It was a shame he never once glanced down. 

For if he had, Tay Tawan would have seen a matching flush on New Thitipoom's face as he realized HIS state of undress, as well as how much he was enjoying being taken cared of by this man. It was something he could become used to. 

There was also wonder, in his eyes... as he bit his bottom lip. The same move that drove Tay crazy with lust. New couldn't help that at all. It was a habit he had developed to help him think. Right now, he needed to think very hard... and about NOT getting hard.