On a hot day, most would want to bask in the cool air coming from an air conditioner or an open window. For lucky office people, especially ones working in a high rise building, they have the luxury of walking into central air.

That's what Ivan Grey wanted right now. God damn central air.

"I think...you're running a fever."

Ivan didn't even glance at his friend, Michael, who had taken the liberty of nursing him back to health. The man had called off from his job to commit Ivan to the confines of his bedroom. Ivan would have protested if he himself hadn't asked his friend over to assess the conditions of his health. Micheal placed the back of his hand on Ivan's sweaty brow then his reddened cheeks. The man wasn't burning, but he wasn't exactly at a normal body temperature either. Shaking his head, Micheal leaned over and brushed some of the loose strands of dark brown hair from his friend's face.

"You pushed yourself too hard, you workaholic." Micheal scolded sitting back on the edge of the bed, "Now you're sick on a hot ass day."

"I swear, if you say 'I told you so'—', Ivan grumbled then sneezed unwillingly.

Micheal raised one of his blonde eyebrows and pursed his lips.

Embarrassed, Ivan reverted back to his irritated silence. Micheal shook his head and sighed. He stood up and told his friend he'd get him a drink of water. Ivan grumbled a response and turned his head toward the open window as his friend exited the room.

Micheal made his way to the kitchen and gazed, once again, in amazement at how wonderful the kitchen looked. The room was fashioned in a square shape with a rectangular counter placed in the middle. It all shared a black marble textile. He couldn't fathom why someone who rarely ate home cooked meals even needed a kitchen fit for a chef. Sighing tiredly, Micheal stretched his arm to the cupboards and grabbed a simple glass cup. Abruptly, his back pocket began to vibrate. He placed the cup on the black counter and grabbed his cellphone.

"Robin..." Micheal murmured with a half smirk seeing his boyfriend's face cute baby face on the call screen. His boyfriend was holding up the peace sign with a silly smile on his face. Swiping his thumb across the screen, he tucked the device between his ear and shoulder.

"Hello?" Micheal said grabbing the cup once more.

"Micheal!" Robin's voice blurted out almost immediately. "Where are you?! I'm at Walgreens and you won't believe this nonsense before me!"

Micheal chuckled to himself and walked to the sink a few feet from him. "I'm over Ivan's house."

"Ivy's house?"

Micheal shook his head and pursed his lips, "You know, he'd kill you. He hates that nickname." Micheal snorted hearing his boyfriend make a gas noise. "And yes, Ivan's house. He's sick—"

"Of course he's sick!" Robin interrupted. Micheal could hear a woman's voice in the background. He waited until Robin came back to the phone again. "So what's he sick with?"

"Not sure." Micheal turned on the faucet and let it run a little.

"You think it's the flu?"

"I doubt it." Micheal filled the cup with icy water then set it on the counter sighing. "But I think he should see a doctor." Micheal could hear his lover sigh.

"And we already know he's not going to go." Robin said in a quieter voice. "Even if someone were to set an appointment for him, he'd just ditch."

"Right." Micheal rubbed the back of his neck, "And there's no way I'm going with him to the hospital.

"Really now?" Robin's voice was laced with bitterness. "I thought you would."

Again, a sigh from Micheal. He had a tendency to be the 'mother hen' for his friends. Sometimes this tendency got out of hand and he ends up ruining schedules he's placed for himself...specifically the ones with Robin.

Micheal's silence seemed to say all this and he heard Robin's worried voice.

"Oh, sweetie! I didn't mean it like that!" he implored.

Micheal chuckled, "No, I know. It's just I was mad at myself. I can't help it when it comes to my friends, I just..."

"You know. I understand." Robin said tenderly. "Ivy needs someone like that. A fucking man!!" Robin murmured an apology in the background. "...Sorry. A kid heard."

Micheal shook his head and grabbed the cup of water. "Well, that person isn't me. I already have you."

"Aww!"

"Pfft, besides," Micheal made his way from the kitchen and up the flight of stairs leading to the second floor. "I need to go to work, too. Lord knows what the guys at the shop are doing."

Robin chuckled then gasped. "Ah, I'm next in line! Later!"

"See you later." Micheal said warmly and hung up. He made his way to the top and paused. He looked left then right and breathed tiredly. As much as he knew Ivan as the lone wolf he was, he felt that Robin had a point. Maybe Ivan did need a man, but maybe what he needed was some down time. Some R&R.

But persuading his work driven friend to do something relaxing was like persuading a Christian to skip Easter.

Micheal turned right heading toward his friend's bedroom. Regardless, the important thing now was getting Ivan better. It was already the middle of the week and the man wasn't showing any improvement. But what could Micheal do? The man was scared of doctors...