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It starts in the second grade. Finn knows, because BB has it, but it hasn’t hit the kids in his grade yet. She’s pathetic when she’s sick, and doesn’t even mean to be, sad-faced and coughing, sweaty and chilled by turns, calling for Poe.
And Poe comes. He always comes. He stays by her bedside for hours at a time, takes time off of work to care for her. Strokes her sweaty hair back from her face, plays games with her when she feels good enough and reads her stories when she doesn’t. There’s not a lot Finn and Rey can do, beyond supplying Gatorade bottles and making pot after pot of chicken noodle soup. They love BB, and she loves them, but there’s something to be said about having the man who wiped every runny nose you’ve ever had at your bedside when you’re sick. It’s familiar, and comforting, but it doesn’t keep Finn and Rey from worrying.
In fact, they were so worried that, during celebratory ‘Our-Daughter-Isn’t-Sick-Anymore-And-Hooray-We-Can-Have-Sex-Again’ sex, Finn is so relieved he doesn’t even notice how warm Poe is until Rey pulls her mouth off of Poe’s cock and says, “You’re kind of hot.”
Poe laughs a little, weakly. “Thanks for the compliment.”
“No, like—” Rey frowns and breaks off, bats Finn away from where he’s eating her pussy. “Finn, feel his forehead.”
Finn lays his hand against Poe’s forehead, and then his own forehead against Poe’s. It’s something his mom used to do. Finn hisses and pulls back.
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up,” Finn says. Poe is abnormally warm, so warm that it’s alarming, and as Finn pulls back he can see that Poe’s eyes are unfocused, not from pleasure but from fever.
“I’m not sick,” says Poe, and then coughs directly into Finn’s face. Finn lets the warm, damp, no doubt germ infested wave of air wash over him.
“Wow, haven’t had that happen to me since I subbed in the preschool,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” Poe says, and frowns, flaps one of his hands ineffectually. Finn frowns, too. It’s unlike Poe to be so lethargic. Come to think of it, he had been quiet all evening, heading almost straight to bed as soon as he had put BB down to sleep. He hadn’t said no when Finn and Rey had pounced on him, but he also hadn’t reacted as enthusiastically as he always did.
“Baby, were you just going to have sex with us even though you’re feverish?” asks Finn, stroking Poe’s hair away from his face. He has a fine sheen of sweat on his brow, and color high in his cheeks, which is unusual for him.
“I mean, I wasn’t exactly suffering through it,” says Poe, and nods down to where Rey is still crouched between his legs, stroking one hand up and down his thigh.
“Poe,” says Rey, flatly.
“Yeah,” says Poe, and sighs in resignation. He flaps his hand again. “Do what you must.”
Rey immediately snaps into action. “Finn, go check our Gatorade supply and put on the chicken stock.” An unholy glint comes into her eye. “I’m going to go get more blankets.”