Story

Anonymous asked: I was wondering if you could write something where Kai wakes up and vomits all over the bed and not only does he vomit on the bed he also ends up going to the bathroom on the bed (whether he pisses or shits is up to you)

I neglect these two gays. I need to write them more. So here’s super feverish, sick and clingy Kai. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: descriptions of vomiting and (not graphic) scat.

Finn never thought he’d reach this point in his life - cuddled up close with another boy in a bed, feeling Kai’s thick hair brush his cheeks, breathing in his cinnamon and coffee scent. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, crammed together in a single bed (perhaps that was why Kai was frowning in his sleep) but both boys enjoyed the time together so much that they put up with a little discomfort.

Finn was often awake at night; he’d had terrible insomnia for as long as he could remember. His mother had told him stories of how he’d barely let her sleep for two hours at a time as a baby, and she’d been forced to walk up and down the aisles of a twenty-four hour supermarket at two in the morning with Finn in his baby seat, as it was the only way to get him to drop off to sleep.

Now Finn watched Kai in the gloom, marvelling at the way his thick black lashes curled like grins on his smooth skin, how his hands splayed and clenched as he dreamed. Finn stroked his hair gently, frowning at the heat radiating from his skin.

Finn had been worried about Kai that night. Kai was always a good listener, willing to sit happily as Finn babbled on and on, but he’d almost been mute that evening. The warm laugh that Finn adored had rarely burst from Kai’s lips.

Finn had prodded Kai about it, but he’d simply shrugged and said he was tired. He’d certainly seemed to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Finn hoped he’d wake up in the morning feeling better.

Just as Finn himself was starting to doze, Kai abruptly sat bolt upright, as if he was possessed. The bed lurched, and Finn almost tumbled to the floor, crying out in shock.

“Kai! Oh God, you startled me. What is it?”

Kai opened his mouth - and was suddenly violently sick, the mess splattering across the bedsheets and into Kai’s own lap. Finn gasped, hastily gathering Kai’s thick dark hair back, wincing in sympathy.

“Oh Kai… I thought something was wrong.”

Kai couldn’t answer, vomit still gushing from him at an alarming rate. He was still half-asleep, confused and disoriented, the pain in his stomach almost overwhelming. Whenever he could snatch a breath between heaves, he sobbed.

Finn held Kai steady, rubbing his shaking shoulders. Over the sounds of the retching, Finn suddenly heard a loud, wet noise coming from beneath the sheets - and he cringed when he realised what it was. Oh well…the sheets needed changing anyway.

Kai was clearly aware that he was now purging from both ends, giving a gargled groan, a light blush blooming on his cheeks. Delirious with fever, he tried to tug the sheets up to his chin to hide the mess, making the vomit slide off the bed and slop onto the carpet.

“I’m sor-sorry,” he gasped, still crying hard as his body finished purging. He covered his face with his hands, sobbing so much it sounded like he was choking. “Oh G-God, I’m sorry. It just…I just woke up and it all came up…”

Kai’s poor hoarse voice was breaking Finn’s heart. He lurched forward and hugged Kai tightly, ignoring the mess in his clothes.

“Don’t hug me. I’m all gross,” Kai wept, but he held onto Finn tight, burying his face in his neck. The limp ends of Finn’s ash blond hair tickled Kai’s cheeks.

“You’re not gross, you’re sick. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Finn said gently. He kept Kai in his arms, practically carrying him out of bed. Kai felt his stomach flip as soon as he stood upright. Without warning, he burped up another mouthful of sick all down Finn’s back.

Kai gasped, and burst out crying anew. “Oh God, Finn… I didn’t mean to…”

Finn shushed him gently, stroking Kai’s sweaty hair. He barely paid attention to the hot puke seeping into his clothes. “Kai, really, it’s okay. Don’t worry about this. Come on, into the shower,” he said, dragging Kai to the bathroom and starting to undress him.

They showered together, jostling uncomfortably in the small cubicle. Finn would have ordinarily been embarrassed - the couple hadn’t actually seen each other naked yet - but Kai was so out of it right now that he wouldn’t have noticed if Finn was painted purple and covered with spots.

When Kai was hosed down and stuffed into clean pyjamas, Finn began the mammoth task of cleaning the room and stripping the soiled sheets. He’d settled Kai in the corner with a blanket, hoping he’d doze off, but Kai called to Finn incessantly, demanding hugs. He even held out his arms like a toddler, far too feverish and sick to have any restraint.

Finn giggled. “I didn’t think you’d be so whiney and cuddly when you’re sick. I’m almost done, okay?”

“But I want you.”

“Just give me two minutes, Mr Needy.”

When the sheets were crisp and clean, Finn bundled Kai into bed, a bucket beside them just in case. Kai was much bigger, but he settled with his head on Finn’s chest, even hooking his leg over Finn’s hips. Finn blushed happily, wrapping his arms around the sick boy.

“You’re still very warm… How’s your tummy?” he asked.

“Sore,” Kai mumbled, his voice muffled against Finn’s shirt. “Could you rub it? Please?”

Finn smiled, his hand snaking under Kai’s shirt and beginning to rub his tummy in slow circles, the rhythm soothingly regular. Kai sighed contentedly, his eyelids drooping, his body hot and heavy against Finn.

It wasn’t very comfortable for Finn - his arm was going numb and he was already uncomfortably warm - but he didn’t dream of pushing Kai away from him. Not even for a moment.