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“I don’t feel—”
“You’ve gone all pale.” Elliot was suddenly gripping my arm, and then a cool hand was stroking across my forehead. “You’re hot too. Lie down. Sleep if you need to; I can put the food in the fridge when it comes, and we can heat it up later.” He carefully shifted me into a lying position. My stomach was fucking flipping all over the place, and my head was spinning.
I felt Elliot’s weight leave the bed, and I reached out, encountering nothing but air. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going to.” There was a clinking sound, and then the bed dipped again. “This might be cold.”
“Argh! What’s that?” I recoiled as a freezing coldsomethingpressed against my forehead.
“Ice cube from your drink to cool you down. There’s no Coke on it, don’t worry. I put it in my mouth first.”
He put it in his mouth first.
He trailed the cube across my forehead, his fingertips grazing my skin, and I shivered.
Fucking hell, why was my dick suddenly taking an interest? Why? Why in the actual fuck? I was lying here injured, and there was a cold-as-fuck lump of ice being pressed on my head instead of floating around in my drink where it belonged. There was something seriously wrong in this scenario.
“Nrgh,” I groaned.
“What was that?” Elliot’s voice was full of amusement. “Was that even English?”
“It’scold,” I hissed, shifting on the bed to hide the growing bulge that I knew he was going to see if he happened to look down at my joggers. A small jolt of pain shot up my leg from my ankle, and I hissed again, except this time, I was actually hurting. It had the bonus effect of deflating my hardening cock, though, so I guess it wasn’t all bad. What the fuck was up with my body lately? All these weird reactions. I needed to get back to normal ASAP.
Distantly, I heard the doorbell, and then a couple of minutes later, Levi shouted up the stairs.
“Elliot! Food!”
The iciness disappeared, and I finally opened my eyes again to see Elliot crunching on the cube, smiling around it. He indicated towards the door with his thumb and then shifted off the bed. Without another look at me, he disappeared out of the door.
I scrubbed my hand across my face, sighing loudly. I needed to get a grip. Moving slowly to the side, I picked up my phone to give me something to do. Something normal. It buzzed in my hand as I gripped it, and when the screen turned on, flashing up a message preview, I saw:
Curtis:
No probs. Are you free…
Shit, this was Elliot’s phone, not mine. And I couldn’t read the rest of the message because it would be a gross invasion of his privacy. But maybe I could dig for more information.
When Elliot came back in with a large bag with fucking delicious smells coming from it, I smiled at him. “You had a message.”
He hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything else, busy pulling containers from the bag and placing them on my desk. I watched his hands as he opened the boxes, peering inside to check whose order was whose. His hair flopped into his face, and I had a sudden urge to brush it back. Again.
I ignored the urge. Again.
When he brought the cardboard box containing my pide over, along with a bunch of napkins, I opened my mouth to speak but then paused at the expression on his face. He looked a little pissed off. What had happened in the five minutes he’d been gone?
“Thanks for the food,” I said instead of questioning him about the message, carefully pulling myself into a seated position.
“You’re welcome.” Taking a seat at my desk, he opened his own box and began to eat, all without having made eye contact with me.
“E? What’s wrong?”
His gaze shot to me, his eyes widening. Swallowing his mouthful of pide, he shook his head. “Wrong? W-why would you think something’s wrong?”
I shifted on the bed. “Maybe the fact that you seem pissed off and you won’t look at me?”
“I’m looking at you now. There’s nothing wrong,” he insisted, returning his attention to his food.
“Okay.” There was no point pushing it if he didn’t want to tell me, and to be honest, it could all be in my head. It was fucked up enough at this point with my weird reactions and thoughts, so it wouldn’t surprise me if I was now imagining things about my best friend too. “Here, want your phone?”
