Pupura (ITH fic)
Lol yeah boi.
“Sonny, they’re purple!”
Sonny’s hands clutched the tissue box so tightly, he was afraid he might crush it between his tiny hands.
“Pete,” his voice was gentle with sympathy for his sick boyfriend but toed the line of pissed. Okay, he had been pissed all morning but Pete was a whiny guy but out of love, he didn’t overdose his boyfriend on Nyquil. Could you overdose on…a question for another time. “Honey, they’re just tissues.” Sonny looked down at the tissue box in his hands. The paper sticking out of it was a light lavender color.
“They’re not manly enough. They need to be manly.” Pete muttered. Sonny took a step back and examined the male. He was wearing a blue beanie and he had on a hoodie and a black t-shirt and sweats. His nose was a bright red and he had a fuzzy grey blanket wrapped around. Ah yes, manly.
“Pete, you’re the one with the head cold. I can throw them away.” Sonny shrugged and began to walk away before Pete croaked a plea for Sonny to stay.
“Yeah, idiota, that’s what I thought.” Sonny tossed him the box but Pete was unprepared and the box hit him in the shoulder.
“I will piss on everything you love.” Pete grumbled. Sonny laughed and crawled into bed next to Pete. “Mhm,” Sonny smirked. Pete coughed into his fist and let out a low groan. “I can’t believe you bought me p-purple tissues. hh…hT'SCHH!” He grumbled. Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose. “Next time you get sick, I’m flying to the Dominican Republic and not returning until you’re better.” Then, Sonny got hit by the same box of tissues. Sonny picked up the box of tissues and tossed them over his shoulder as he straddled Pete in a quick fit of anger.
“Wait, wait,” Pete held up his hands, his brown eyes wide and nose scrunched. “I’m sick and fragile. Don’t hurt the cripple.”
“Hell, I don’t give no shits how sick you are.” Sonny said, grabbing Pete by the collar. Pete squeaked and then Sonny leaned in and kissed his lips gently.
Sonny laughed when he pulled away because Pete relaxed, letting out a slow breath.
“Damn, you was really thinking I was gonna hurt you?” Sonny asked. “Your fury is known to do terrible things.” Pete shrugged. It was true. Sonny was small and furious.
Pete coughed into his fist and Sonny narrowed his eyes. “If I develop this ‘Black Plague’ shit you got going on, I’m going to throttle you.”