"Fuck!" Is the first thing Web heard on this beautiful Saturday morning.
Lieb came out of the bedroom coughing and his mouth open, his breath hot.
"I can't fuckin' breathe." Joe groaned, heading right over to the drawer with all the cold medicine and over the counter pain drugs.
"Take a covid test," Web hummed, backing up from where Joe was standing, taking out the Dayquil and swallowing it dry.
"Web, I don't have covid." Joe looked at Web like he was an idiot and not a Harvard graduate.
"You had a sore throat last night and Joe and George both have it." Web said, "There's some tests in there, go in the bathroom and take it." David didn't have the patience to deal with Joe's attitude this morning. They were hosting dinner for his parents and Joe being sick wasn't an option.
His parents had far too high standards held for him, one of those being that Joe was a phase. Never would they accept that David was gay and nothing was going to change that. It was just part of them and Web had learned to deal with it.
Now, Joe on the other hand...it was always tough for him to accept that, Webs parents were like that. Joe had grown up with gay dads and had heard all the bullshit of people's homophobia and hate.
"Fuck!" Joe groaned loudly from the bathroom, "It's positive."
"Should I take one? I feel fine but you never know." Web sighed, shifting his weight.
"Yeah you should." Joe responded. Last night the two of them had an intense four rounds of sex. So confidently Liebs tongue touched every part of Web's body and certainly was in his mouth as well.
David opened the drawer and took out the rectangular box and dumped its contents onto the granite countertop.
He got everything sorted out and swabbed his nose then put the swab on the test. It took nearly 30 seconds before the two red lines appeared on the test.
"I'm positive too." Web sighed looking down at the test.
Web heard the bathroom door lock unlock and Lieb came out. He tossed the test in the trash and washed his hands.
"Well at least we can be sick together, David." Lieb shook his head as he dried his hands moving onto the coffee pot and grabbing out his favorite mug.
"Yeah but now I have to tell my parents." Webs family was difficult dealing with they were Covid deniers and thought David was ridiculous for getting vaccinated against covid as well.
That Joe wasn't some radical leftist, his parents were both a pain to deal with.
"Well let's rip the bandaid off now." Lieb handed Web his phone from where it laid on the counter. Web rolled his eyes, taking his phone from Lieb and calling his mom.
"Hey mom," Web said in a nervous tone as his mother picked up. Joe watched as Web leaned against the counter, "So Joe and I tested positive for Covid, so we're going to have to reschedule our dinner."
"No, I'm fine mom I promise." Web sighed as his mother did the thing she always did.
Joe shook his head walking out of the kitchen. He didn't want to listen to him talk with his mom right now. She hated Joe, they both would find any excuse to talk poorly about him. Joe went into the bedroom ripping the sheets off to wash the bedding so they could have fresh sheets.
Joe was loading the comforter and sheets into the washer when Web came down the hall. "What'd she say?" Joe asked as he pushed start.
"She's upset, but it's going to be okay." David sighed and opened up the other closet in the hall taking out a clean set of dark gray sheets.
"Of course she's mad," Joe followed Web into their room and took one corner of the fitted sheet.
"She didn't say it was your fault this time." David shook his head, he felt bad that his mom absolutely could not stand Joe.
"Surprise, surprise." Lieb put their pillows back on the bed. Web grabbed the comforter from the closet and came over to the bed.
"You should go back to sleep, you look like shit." Web crossed his arms.
"But I wanna shower with you," Lieb frowned.
"Maybe later, Joe. But no offense, you look like shit."
It was true, Joe had dark bags under his eyes. His throat was swollen and his sinuses were congested.
Joe rolled his eyes and laid back down in the king sized bed.
"Hey, Joe, wake up, you need to eat something." Web kept his voice barely above a whisper as he woke up his husband.
"What?" Joe felt like he could barely open his eyes as he felt the tickle in his throat and started coughing.
"Here," David handed him a wad of tissues as Joe spit up some mucus and took a drink of his water.
"I also made you some chicken noodle soup." Web handed the bowl to Joe after he got himself sat up.
"What about you? You're also sick, liebling you need to rest too." Joe patted the spot on the bed next to him.
"But I don't really feel sick." He sat on the spot next to Joe leaning into his touch as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead.
"Jesus, you're burning up. I'm gonna go get the thermometer." He set the blue ceramic bowl on the nightstand and disappeared into the bathroom. David sighed, accepting defeat and getting into the bed.
Joe came back out with the thermometer and handed it to Web. He tucked it under his tongue and cringed after a moment as the screen flashed red as it beeped.
"101!" Joe sighed, shaking his head and returning to the bathroom. Web didn't like when he felt like Joe had to take care of him. His parents always made sure to make sure he felt bad when he had to ask for help.
"Here take these." Joe put the Tylenol in Web's hand, "They'll reduce your fever."