Take Him in Your Arms

Randy walked out of the bathroom with a groan, wrapping the blanket he'd been carrying everywhere tighter around himself. He felt like shit. Hundred degree fever, sore throat, stiff body, and constant puking isn't exactly his idea of fun.

Jeff came home from his appearance with a smile on his face. Since winning the TNA world title, he couldn't have been happier. Sure he had to turn heel to win it, but he was on the top of the world. He had the title, and he had Randy, life was perfect. "Randy, I'm home!" Jeff called.

"Hi." Randy grumbled unenthusiastically. However he did stand slowly and walk over to the door. He was freezing cold and he needed Jeff's warmth.

Jeff's face fell. "Awww darlin," Jeff drawled softly. "C'mere," Jeff opened his arms to the taller man.

Randy managed a small smile as he let Jeff's arms envelope his shivering body.
That slight southern drawl always managed to cheer him up atleast a little.

"You ought to be in bed darlin," Jeff said. "You need your rest."

"I missed you." Randy mewed.

"I missed you too," Jeff smiled. "Why do you insist on being so stubborn baby?"

"I'm not stubborn." Randy crossed his arms in a very stubborn manner, contradicting himself. "I just didn't want to go to bed."

"Sure you're not stubborn Rand," Jeff chuckled. "And I'm not just plain crazy."

"If you want me to go to bed so bad then come lay with me." Randy pouted.

Jeff smiled. "All you had to do was ask baby," Jeff said. "You know that."

Randy pulled Jeff into the bedroom and curled up on the bed.

Jeff climbed into the bed with him. "Comfy baby?"

Randy shook his head and adjusted himself, burying his head deep in Jeff's chest. He inhaled, the strong, musky scent of his cologne.
"Now I am." He murmured, words muffled.

Jeff smiled, rubbing Randy's shoulders gently. "Just relax baby," Jeff drawled softly. "I'll take care of you now, you know that."

"Mmm." Randy purred, pulling Jeff closer for his warmth.

Jeff sighed, one hand drifting up to Randy's forehead. He winced at the warmth he felt there. "Poor thing," Jeff murmured.

"I'm hungry Jeffy." Randy whined as his stomach grumbled. He hadn't been able to eat anything without throwing it back up all day.

"Want me to make you some soup or something baby?" Jeff asked.

Randy nodded, frowning. He groaned as his stomach rumbled in a different way. He knew too well what was coming. He got up and ran to the bathroom, bending down over the toilet.

Jeff followed him, kneeling down next to him. He rubbed gentle circles on Randy's back.

Randy groaned as he dry heaved into the toilet. There was nothing left to throw up.

"It's alright baby," Jeff said softly. "Just take it easy."

Randy let out a small whine as he stood back up and walked back to the bed.