Echinacea Tea

Bellus stretched out on his bed, his teal silk pyjamas contrasting against his white sheets. It was too hot. Everything felt too hot. And he felt like he was sweating all over, with his shirt and pants clinging to his fair skin. He unbuttoned his shirt. His hair clung to his horns. His nose was bright red, and the skin was peeling. He did not feel beautiful today.

But Valerius still found Bellus hopelessly good-looking. Valerius took a seat on Bellus’ bed, running a finger along his chest. “What can I do to help?” Valerius asked.

“You can get me some tea,” Bellus said. “Echinacea, please.”

“What else can I do?” Valerius asked, wrapping the drawstrings from Bellus’ pyjama pants around his fingers.

Bellus rolled his eyes. “I do not feel sexy,” Bellus said. “Please, the tea.”

“But you look sexy,” Valerius’ eyes lingered purple and red eyes drifted across Bellus’ body before lingering on his face, “all sweaty and helpless like this.”

“My body is excreting mucus and sweat at a rapid rate,” Bellus said. “I assure you, you do not want to rub your body against mine.”

Valerius sighed, but kept his smile. “So you want tea,” Valerius said, “as usual.”

“Yes,” Bellus said. “Echinacea.”

“You’re sure you don’t want ‘Read My Lips?’ A little chocolate and red candy lips should help more,” Valerius said. “But I can provide the lips part.”

Valerius leaned over and tried to kiss Bellus, and Bellus turned his head so Valerius ended up kissing into his teal hair. And with that, Valerius darted into the kitchen to get some tea.

Bellus turned back over onto his back. He debated taking off his shirt completely, but he didn’t know how Valerius would act. His head was too cloudy to make any difficult decisions, like whether or not he should wear a shirt. He knew he wanted to nuzzle his face into Valerius’ pink and black hair, but he knew the side effects would be, well, gross.

Plus Valerius would get sick, and Bellus couldn’t imagine how Valerius would work if he was sick. And Valerius without work, well Bellus didn’t want to think about it.

Valerius came back in with a teapot and two mugs. He knocked the novel, “Uzumaki,” off of Bellus’ nightstand to set down the dishware. Bellus sat up. Black spots tainted his few, his head felt light. He suppressed his breakfast. He watched as Valerius poured the tea into a mug, feeling the steam unclog his nostrils.

Bellus grabbed a tissue and blew his nose. “You have never been hotter than you are now,” Valerius said, with a smirk.

“That’s because I have a fever,” Bellus said, lifting the mug to his lips.

Valerius smiled. “That’s not it.”

Bellus’ laugh broke into a heavy cough, and Valerius grabbed Bellus’ mug to keep him from spilling it.

Nodding, Bellus took the mug back. “Thanks,” Bellus replied, hiding his smile in his mug. “And thanks for the tea.”








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