Okay.
I’m gonna puke.
[He’s so good to you, soothing you as you fight through your gags. You know it has to be unpleasant for him to hear, and once you calm down; no matter how briefly, you murmur affection to him.]
Thank you. Jesus Danny. Babe you’re too good to me.
[Your body lurches a little and you whimper, fingers curling against your hands and your cheeks as you try to force the bile down.]
Don’t wanna puke on you Danny.
[You wouldn’t call it unpleasant, necessarily. Worrying, concerning, but not unpleasant. You’re fucked up like that, that you don’t altogether mind it. But you know he feels bad for it, so you just keep petting him and loving on him and returning the quiet words.]
You’re my grump, of course I’m gonna do everything for you.
[You press a kiss to his temple, sighing quietly and shaking your head. You rub up and down his lower back, eyes still closed.]
It’s okay, man. It’s okay. I’ve horked on you enough.
[You grimace with each gag that pushes it’s way through you. It’s one thing to take care of Danny, that’s what you do. It’s your whole thing. But it’s a totally different thing to actually be feeling this way. It makes you groan softly and you curl your fingers into his shirt.]
You’re my gaggy little fuck. I love you though, thanks for taking care of me babe. I appreciate it.
[His hand is still on your back, soothing you as he says your name. It’s soft and you sigh quietly, content enough. Your stomach gives a lurch again and your hands fly to cover your mouth, a weak groan rumbling in your throat.]
[You keep your hands steady, squeezing your eyes shut. Feeling his gags, hearing the weak, gross noises, you just stroke his hair, rubbing the hunched curve of his back. You whisper a soft ‘I know’ at his groan, sighing.]
Yeah, yeah, of course. I wasn’t gonna leave you feeling like this alone, baby… Don’t worry about a thing, I got you.
[You hush him quietly, fingers combing through his hair before just gently clutching at the side of his head. Oh, Arin.] It’s okay, it’s okay… I got you, babe, I got you.
[You feel gross when you almost lose it again, eyes squeezing shut before you try to breathe through it. You’re used to Danny though, and you love him completely and a hundred percent.]
Danny, bud sometimes I worry about your eating habits. But I guess with them you’d be pretty used to it. Eugh, still. Thanks for dealing with me being all gross.
[He coos your name back and you breathe out a tiny bit, shifting and tucking yourself closer when he holds you closer.]
[You rub his back as he goes stiff, nuzzling more into his hair. Poor Arin. You know he hates this. It’s one thing to take care of someone, it’s a whole other thing to be the one who’s sick. The least you can do is make him feel better about… All of it.]
Hey, I’ll be fine. I’m a gaggy little fuck, but I feel pretty okay in general. If you can keep me feeling okay, I can take care of you, too.
[You nod against the top of his head, your other arm curling around his waist, hand staying on his back. You say his name again, nice and soft, just trying to reassure him that everything’s okay. Even if he makes a mess of you.]
[His touches are soothing and you let yourself relax a tiny bit, sighing softly as the feeling rises up your throat again. You give a small hiccup and gag slightly.]
You shouldn’t be used to it. Dunno what that says about me if you’re used to being sick bro.
[You murmur his name softly, followed by words of affection and sigh quietly.]
[You swallow when he gags, focusing more on his quieter, happier, not-on-the-verge-of-vomming sounds. You’re fucked up, and that’s why he can make getting sick not suck.]
I’m always sick! I’m frail, Arin, it happens. I use Skittles and Pepsi as main food sources.
[You coo his name back, holding him a little closer. You’re so gross.]
[You tuck gently against Danny, taking in a slow, weak breath as he rubs gently down your back after stroking through your hair. You feel really bad and you can’t pick out why.]
Yeah I guess? Eughhhhh, it’s gross. I don’t want it. How do you even deal with this? Yeah. Yeah I’ll try man.
[You sigh weakly and try to take in slow breaths, trying to breathe yourself through it.]
[You just focus on him, fingers running through the brown strands on their way up, tracing his spine on the way down.]
That’s why I usually handle being sick for all of us, baby. I’m just… used to it, and you make it suck way less for me. I got you.
[You hum quietly, pressing a kiss to his hair.]
[You settle in, groaning weakly as your stomach gives a lurch. Shifting, you press your face into his chest and swallow, eyes squeezed closed.]
Really? ‘Cause man I feel like shit. Major serious shit yo. And I dunno, I was okay and then it just hit me.
[Crooning quietly to Arin, you pet his hair, hand trailing down his back. Poor grump. You do, indeed, know that feel.]
You managed to get in here, so thats a start. Oh, yeah, the spontaneous sicks, I know those. No fun. Just keep breathin’ for me, all slow andsteady, okay? Keep yourself relaxed. You’re okay.
Mmmmm yeah okay. Let me just.
Drag myself over.Eugh man I just feel gross as hell.
[Groaning weakly, you drag yourself over to where Danny’s at, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.]
[You jolt up to get him sat down, light-hearted concern tugging you into a smile as you curl an arm around him.]
Hey, buddy. You look better than I thought you would. Motion sickness or just some gunk, brah?
Mmmmng man I don’t wanna just vom on you. I want to cuddle with you but urgh man. Just the thought of moving is bad.
I’ll take care of you, okay? IT doesn’t suck near as bad once you get over that illness-fear.
It happens after awhile.
Oh right, yeah I guess that would make things better.
Maaaaan.
I just feel bad right now.
C'mere, baby. My shirt’s dirty anyways if you need to vom a little.