Condoms: 2 to Vic
Justin had a cold.
Brian bought him Campbell’s chicken soup, some cold medicine, and made sure he drank lots of clear liquids. He told Justin to get plenty of rest but then climbed in bed with him and made rest just about impossible.
“You’re going to catch my cold!’
“You know I never get sick. Besides, I can’t let you stay in bed all day long by yourself.”
“Brian, I’m really contag…. Oh yeah, that feels good. But really, you should stay away from m…. Oh god”
“Still feel sick?”
“I’m feeling better.”
The next week Brian had a cold.
Brian had a cold. He was pissed.
“Christ, I hate being, achoo, sick and it’s all your fault.”
“Hey, I told you to stay away from me last week. It’s not my fault you couldn’t resist me. You know, as you age your immune system slows down and you get sick more often.”
“God, kill me now! No, better idea – come suck me off.”
“Come on, it made you feel better.”
Brian lifted the covers. Justin looked at him, a sheen of sweat all over his body, and climbed into bed.
The next week, Justin had a cold.