“You’re burning up, babycakes.” Chase said, feeling Andy’s head, noticing he had a fever.

“I’ll be fine.” Andy said in the raspy tone he’d gotten from coughing most of the day. “You go ahead and...” Andy’s voice trailed off as yet another cough was ripped from his lungs. “go out with the guys. I’m just gonna sleep.”

“Are you sure? I could stay and take care of you.” Chase said, not wanting to leave his lover of many years to cough the night away by himself.

“I’m sure. I’m just gonna take some cold medicine and go to bed. Go on and have enough fun for both of us.” Andy said, surprising, even himself, when he was able to complete a whole sentence without a cough or sneeze or something else happening.

“If you’re sure then I’ll just go out for a couple of hours.” Chase said, grabbing his jacket and walking towards the door. “I’ve got my cell. If you need me, call me. I’ll bring you back some soup or something.”

“Cool.” Andy said, as Chase walked out the door and another coughing fit racked his body.

Andy took some Nyquil and laid down in bed. After a few minutes of coughing, sneezing and not being able to breath with his mouth closed, he figured that sleep wouldn’t be gracing his life for a little while now. He sat up, finding it easier to breath, and finding that he did miss Chase. He needed something to do until the medicine kicked in so he got up and got his lap top, went back to bed, opened it and logged onto Chase-Stevens. COM. He perused the sight for a while and then decided he’d go to the merchandise section and take a look at the hot promos of his lover. What he saw, was more than a shock.

“What the fuck.” Andy said to himself, in the same raspy tone he’d had all day. There, on the screen in front of him were seven of the hottest pictures he’d ever seen of Chase. Chase was in the shower in five of them and in two of them he was standing there in a towel. The ones in the towel were disturbing enough, with Chase standing there a blue towel hanging low on his hips and another one in his hands drying his hair, showing off his chiseled torso. But the others... the ones in the shower were downright pissing Andy off.

The five pictures of Chase in that shower, were erotic. The positions he was in and the look on his face, Andy had seen countless times before. Every time they’d taken a shower and Andy had gone down on him. The positions were exactly the same and so were the expressions. The part that was pissing Andy off, was the fact that he didn’t even know about these photos. He didn’t take them and he wasn’t in the shower when they were taken.

Andy just sat there staring at these pictures getting more pissed with every passing second. Chase had only been gone for about a half an hour, and he wouldn’t be back for at least another couple hours. So that left Andy with nothing but time and imagination on his hands. Now if you multiply the time he had by the fever he had, and divide it by the cold medicine coursing through his veins, this equaled trouble for one Mr. Chase Stevens.

A few hours went by, and still no Chase. No soup that Andy had been promised, and Chase had said that he’d only be gone for a couple of hours. A COUPLE! That meant two. You know like Andy and Chase were a COUPLE. That meant two. Not three. It was apparent to Andy that he was going to have to give Chase a little math lesson. Cold, tired, sick, and getting very drowsy, Andy put on a baggy t-shirt, to accompany his Mr. Bubble pajama bottoms and his bunny slippers that Chase had bought him and decided to go wait in the lobby for his so-called lover. He grabbed his box of Puffs and that’s exactly where he went.

Once he got to the lobby he took a seat on one of the over stuffed couches that faced the door. He sat there for another forty-five minutes waiting on Chase, taping his foot the whole time causing the ears of one of his bunny's to just flop along with his foot. When Chase walked into the lobby with Cassidy Riley and Chris Sabin, he was sure Andy had lost his mind. He walked over to where Andy sat, looking pissed and tapping that stupid rabbit on the floor, and felt his head. He was still burning up. “Baby, are you alright?” Chase said, getting extremely concerned.

“Don’t touch me you cheating son of a bitch.” Andy said, jerking his head away from Chase’s hand.

Chase just looked back at his two friends, confusion written all over his face. “Baby, what the hell are you talking about? I’ve never cheated on you.” Chase said, turning his attention again to Andy.

“The hell you haven’t. I saw the pictures Chase.” Andy said, anger dripping from his raspy little voice. “I’d know that look on your face anywhere. I use to think it was a look that was reserved for me, but I guess I was wrong.” Andy added, tears starting to stream down his cheeks. “And where’s my fucking soup?”

Chase tried to usher Andy toward the elevator, with no success. Andy kept squirming away from him. “Baby, let’s just go back up to the room and talk about this. I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m sure you’ll explain it.” Chase said, trying to get Andy to move again, with no luck.

“Don’t call me baby.” Andy said, jerking away from Chase once more, and turning his attention to the two men Chase had just walked in with. “And don’t think you’re gonna get away with it. I’ve already called Scott and Brian and told them about you guy’s little threesome.” Andy added, glaring daggers at the Cassidy and Sabin, who were standing there, a mask of confusion on their faces. “Oh, don’t try to look like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Guys, I’m so sorry about this. It must be the fever. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Chase said, afraid Andy’s cough medicine induced stupor had ruined three perfectly fine relationships. “Just go upstairs and talk to Scott and Brian. Hopefully they didn’t believe him.”

“Oh now you’re calling me a liar? You’re the one getting blow jobs in the shower, while the other one took pictures, and I’m a liar?” Andy said, starting to cough again. “And then you go and put them on your web site as promo pictures? That’s low Chase.”

It all became clear to Chase, what Andy was talking about now. “Are you talking about those pictures of me in the shower on my site?” Chase said, realization in his voice.

“What? Are there more pictures of the three of you floating around somewhere that I don’t know about?” Andy said, his world falling apart before his very eyes. “Maybe I should have googled you. Then I could’ve gotten the whole show.”

Chase didn’t want to get into this in a hotel lobby, so he picked a kicking and half screaming half coughing, Andy up and carried him to their room. He sat him down on the bed and grabbed the lap top that was still on the bed, logging onto his web site. “These pictures here?” He asked, showing the page to Andy.

“Yeah those pictures right there.” Andy said, tears starting to fall from his eyes at the sight of the photos again.

Chase sat down on the bed and attempted to explain. “Babycakes, I put those pictures on the site because girls go crazy over them. And I knew they would sell like hot cakes. And there was no one in there with me. Alright so Cassidy took them, but I was wearing a thong. I just had it pulled down enough to show off my hip dents.” Chase said, getting up and walking over to his suitcase. He took a piece of paper out and walked back over to where Andy sat, still crying. He opened the paper and handed to Andy. “I was selling them because I wanted to get enough money together to buy you that.”

Andy looked at the piece of paper and saw a picture of a beautiful house. It was a two story, Victorian style, white house with a wrap around porch. It was the house of Andy’s dreams. “You want to buy me this?” Andy said, the tears starting to subside.

Chase sat down next to Andy again and wrapped his arm around him. “Of course I want to buy that for you. Do you think I want you living in that shitty apartment of ours forever?” Chase said, wiping away one of the last remaining tears from Andy’s cheek. “I don’t babycakes. I want you to have the house you’ve always dreamed of. And thanks to those pictures I’m gonna have enough to make the down payment on your birthday. That’s the only reason I’m selling them.”

“But what about the look? I know that look Chase.” Andy said, looking at the computer again.

“You always told me that I looked sexiest in the shower when you’re going down on me. So that’s what I thought of. I just pretended like you were there.” Chase said, hugging Andy close to his body, feeling the heat coming off his lover. “If it makes you feel any better, when the photo shot was over, Cassidy had to leave me alone for a little while. If you know what I mean.”

All the medicine and stress of the evening was catching up to Andy fast as he melted into his lover’s embrace. “I’m sorry squeakers.” Andy said, using the nickname he’d given Chase after the first time he’d made Chase cum. That night he actually heard Chase squeak like a little mouse, so he started calling him that. In private of course. “I guess I over reacted. But I do have one more question for you.”

“What’s that babycakes?” Chase said, situating them on the bed so he could pull the covers over them.

“Where’s my damned soup?” Andy said, as he snuggled next to Chase and quickly fell asleep.

Chase just laughed and wrapped his arms around Andy, quickly falling asleep himself, and silently praying that his babycakes would feel better in the morning.