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Jade and Becquerel had both helped Jake get Dirk inside, by taking the three bags the islander tried to juggle along with the unconscious body of his-- boyfriend? Were they boyfriends? They'd gone ahead and set Dirk up in Jake's bed since it was big enough to accommodate them both and Jade figured the body heat (she'd only made a few suggestive rise-and-falls of her eyebrows) of sharing a bed with another person would help Dirk's fever break faster. Becquerel was currently occupying the space where Jake should have been to preserve warmth for the Strider, laying still and obediently guarding the sick houseguest. Jake was downstairs acquiring soup to rouse Dirk with. It had been a few hours since they'd left his apartment.

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Good thing that Jake came upstairs and entered the room a few minutes after Dirk's comment about him being in a sexy nurse outfit, then, huh? He had a tray in his hands with a steaming bowl of soup on it, and looked supremely happy to see Dirk awake. He set the tray down and scritched Bec lightly when he sat down beside the animal. Bec grunted in a pleased, canine fashion and hopped off the bed, presumably to go pester Jade in the kitchen. Jake immediately scooted closer to Dirk, reaching out to gauge his temperature with one hand.

"How do you feel?"

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"I'm impressed you asked," Jake said with a funny little half-smirk, moving to gently scritch the base of Dirk's hairline when he flopped into his lap. "I brought you some soup, though, it should help warm you up."

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"Mostly," Jake agreed, then slid his hand down the back of Dirk's shirt to press his palm between his shoulder blades. "...criminy, you're warm." And Jake's hand was probably really cold.

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"Ah, sorry," he recoiled, sliding his hand under his own thigh to sandwich it between the mattress and a warmer part of his body. In the meantime, he tried to not stare as Dirk pulled his shirt off. Wow, he was still really attractive.

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Jake fairly immediately replaced his hand against the back of Dirk's neck-- it was just cool, now, instead of starkly cold. He rubbed, soothingly, and shifted around to pull the covers back up over him. "Think you can handle some soup?"

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Snorting, Jake folded over at the waist to bodily shift Dirk around until he was propped up on some pillows. "If you insist," he said slyly, bringing the tray down to sit on the bed with them. "Really I'm more worried about you pouring soup all over your naked self trying to drink it, so I was already intending you help you out." His expression softened and he ran his hand along the side of Dirk's face, to his neck, down to his collarbone. "...you're really sick," he offered quietly, clearly concerned.

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"Not surprising," he scolded lightly, bringing his hand back to his face. He kept it there for a moment and then leaned forward, gently pressing their lips together. "I'll make sure you're right as rain lickety split, though."

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He closed his eyes and nuzzled back. "You're welcome, but don't thank me until I've successfully wrangled your stubborn arse into wellness."

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"I have an immune system of steel," Jake countered, kissing him again. But then he pulled away to hold up a spoonful of soup for Dirk to eat.

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He did, generally. His nervous stomach aside Jake was a pretty healthy kid. Except for when he worried himself into a state of overdrive and overdid it. But that was an entirely different story. He reached out with his free hand to take Dirk's shaking one to still it, rubbing his thumb inside of the Strider's palm lightly.

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It's so. Tennnnderrrrr. Jake chuckled a little at Dirk's squeezing, wrapping his fingers around the rest of his hand and squeezing back. He dutifully kept at feeding him soup, determined to get proper sustenance in him. He couldn't very well recover without getting his strength back.

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Dirk don't make yourself more sick just to put up with Jake's domestic tendencies. If you don't want the soup, tell him you don't want the soup. He can take it.

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