Warm hugs

Autumn morning. Raindrops slowly trickle down the panes in the windows of a large mansion. A quiet rustle outside the window lulls you to stay in bed. Buster was awakened by a rough cough. Propping himself up on his elbows and looking around, Moon discovered the source of the sound. On the other side of the bed, Jimmy wrapped himself in a blanket and seemed to be trying to get rid of a tickle or a lump in his throat. Buster sat down closer to his lover and hugged him, and then kissed him on the cheek. Moon felt that the Crystal was burning both in his soul and body. Then the producer got worried. "How are you feeling?"He asked Jimmy. - Kgh...I can't say that it's good.Crystal replied. There was a strong rasp in his voice. Buster touched his lips to his lover's forehead. It was obvious that Crystal found it difficult to speak. Meanwhile, the white-haired man crawled out of his lover's arms and tried to get comfortable in bed. The producer drew attention to this. "Can you get some water?" I feel queasy.The tycoon spoke hoarsely. "I'll get it."Moon jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen. To be honest, he was worried about Crystal. His body has not fully recovered yet. With these thoughts, Buster poured water from the carafe into a glass and walked briskly back into the room. Jimmy was lying in bed under the covers, shivering. The man raised himself on his elbows when he noticed his lover. Moon carefully handed Crystal the glass. After taking a couple of sips, Jimmy lay back under the covers and put the glass on the bedside table. By the time the tycoon dozed off, the producer brought antipyretics and throat pills. Buster had to wake up his lover. Krystal obediently drank the antipyretic. Moon then lay down next to Jimmy and both fell asleep.