Michael stared down at the text he had just received, confused.

Jake: You better get over to Jeremy's house

His immediate reaction was concern. Jeremy had told him he was hanging out with Jake today, but something must have seriously went wrong if Jeremy couldn't ask Michael over himself.

Slipping on his patched jacket and his headphones, Michael made his way over to Jeremy's house. They had lived near each other since they were young, so the walk was relatively short. He frowned when he saw Rich parked outside.

"I didn't know he was hanging out with both of them," he thought, shrugging.

"Hey, nerd!" Rich yelled from his window, causing Michael to turn around and drop his headphones onto his neck. "You should hurry, I'm not sure how long Jake can last in there," he finished, laughing.

Frowning again, Michael picked up his pace, worry planting in his stomach. He went to open up the door with the spare key Jeremy's dad had given him when he realized it was already unlocked.

"...remy, you have to get back into bed, you idiot!" Michael heard Jake's voice come from the next room over.

"Jake?" Michael called out.

"Michael!" Jake responded, his voice desperate. "You gotta get in here, man!"

Michael turned into the room and squinted, unsure if he was seeing correctly. Jeremy was stuck to Jake's leg, his face in flames, complaining that it was hot.

"What? It's like 68 degrees in here," Michael commented, confused.

"THAT'S what you choose to mention?" Jake responded as he tried to nudge Jeremy off of him as gently as he could manage. "I think this kid has a fever." Jeremy abruptly sneezed on Jake's jeans, and Jake groaned.

"You think?" Michael grinned. He had been with Jeremy when he had fevers before. He recognized every change in behavior perfectly and sighed deeply. "Why haven't you tried to, I don't know, pick him up?"

"Uhhh..." Jake filled in, searching for an excuse. "I'm too weak?"

Michael laughed. They both knew Jake could carry both Michael AND Jeremy together if he wanted to. But Michael recognized this excuse as an attempt to allow Michael to carry Jeremy, and he appreciated it.

Michael crouched next to Jeremy and poked him. "Jere Bear," he said quietly. "Get off Jake please, my dear."

Jeremy grunted a complaint in response, and Michael blew in his face.

"-smell like weed," Jeremy said, his voice cracking.

"Hell yeah I do, now let's go," Michael said as he hoisted Jeremy up, bridal-style. Jeremy's arms detached from Jake and flew to Michael's neck.

Jake laughed loudly. "Looks like you got this under control, kid," he said, winking. "I'll leave you to it."

Michael mouthed a "thanks," and Jake gave him a thumbs up.

When Jake had left, Michael pecked Jeremy on the head and carried him to his bed. "You need sleep," he confirmed.

"Nn- don't wanna sleep alone," Jeremy said, clinging to Michael even more. Michael sighed deeply. He knew he would get just as sick as Jeremy if he did this, but he couldn't refuse his boyfriend when he made such a statement.

"Alright, you dork," he said, being as gentle as he could as he brought them both onto the bed before being close to strangled as Jeremy curled into him. "Guess I'll wait it out," he whispered, giving Jeremy's head one last kiss.

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Heyyyy Admin May, here (Heere. Eheh I'll never not say that I'm sorry) I wrote this randomly because for some reason I like writing sick characters ahaha. Hope you enjoy clingy Jere Bear :')
-May