Hay! I don’t know if you’re still talking prompts but could you do one where the sicky is super bloated and tender to the touch and the caretaker gives them a belly rub and it makes them puke all over themselves and the caretaker
When Kellan gets home, he finds Aiden on the couch, lying on his back with his long legs dangling over the arm, his t-shirt pulled up over his ribs and a hand resting on his stomach. His usually slim belly is swollen beyond belief, and he groans softly as he lifts his head to look dolefully towards the door.
“Kel,” he whines, “I think I ate too much.”
“No kidding,” Kellan says, raising an eyebrow, and throws his things down on the table by the door. “What, did you raid the whole pantry, or something?”
“I ordered food when I got home,” Aiden explains, “but I was too hungry to wait for it, so I made rice and beans in the meantime.”
Kellan sighs, shaking his head with a wry smile. “And then you ate the whole pot and everything you ordered, right?” he adds. “Honestly, Aiden, when are you ever gonna learn that your eyes are always bigger than your stomach?”
“I know, I know,” Aiden says, and moans again, rubbing his distended gut with his palm. “I feel so stuffed I can hardly move.”
“I don’t feel sorry for you,” Kellan says, though he does, a little. “Sit up, you’re taking up the whole couch.”
“But,” Aiden protests, and whines as Kellan grabs his shoulder. “C’mon, man, cut me a little slack, huh?”
“It’s your own fault,” Kellan replies, pushing him upright and collapsing onto the couch next to him. Aiden groans as the movement jostles him, and Kellan feels a pang of guilt. He doesn’t want to actually hurt Aiden. “Come here, you big dummy,” he says gently, and puts an arm around Aiden’s waist to pull him closer. “You want me to rub your tummy for you?”
“Please,” Aiden says, shoulders slumping with relief as he leans into Kellan’s side.
Kellan hugs him close and puts a hand on the curve of his bloated belly, kneading into the taut skin. Under his hand, he can feel Aiden’s stomach churning, struggling to digest the amount of food he’d forced into it. Poor Aiden; he can’t be feeling too well in this state.
“That feels good,” Aiden mumbles, his words punctuated by a low burp. “Oops, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Kellan says, and laughs. “Probably made you feel a little better, huh?”
“Yeah,” Aiden agrees, and burps again. “Oof. Thanks.”
He lapses into silence as Kellan traces circles over the rounded dome of his overstuffed stomach, aside from more burping and the occasional soft groan. His gut gurgles and rumbles, shifting palpably under Kellan’s touch. “This still helping?” Kellan asks, working into the strained muscles with the heel of his hand.
“Yeah,” Aiden murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. “Oh—“
A deep, guttural belch starts in his chest and works its way up to his throat, and then his belly hitches and he suddenly jerks forward to spew a thick stream of vomit into both of their laps and down the front of his crumpled t-shirt.
“Oh,” Kellan says, somewhat dismayed. “Gross.”
“Fuck,” Aiden manages thickly, sick still dripping from his lower lip. He’s suddenly gone very pale. “I — I’m sorry…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Kellan reassures him, patting his shoulder with his free hand. “Jeez, you must have really overdone it to make yourself sick like that.”
“Guess so,” Aiden agrees, and fumbles to find a clean part of his shirt to wipe his mouth. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Kellan says again, squeezing his shoulder. “It’s just clothes, they can be washed. You think you’re gonna throw up again?”
“Dunno. Maybe.” Aiden swallows hard and groans, clutching his stomach.
“We’d better get you to the bathroom just in case,” Kellan says, and carefully gets to his feet, trying not to spread the mess on his jeans all over everything else. “Come on, I’ll help you.”
Aiden accepts the hand he holds out and trails miserably behind him down the hall to the bathroom. “I’m really sorry,” he says again as Kellan helps strip off his soaked t-shirt. “It just happened so suddenly. I mean, I was nauseous, but I felt like it was getting better, and then—“
“Shh,” Kellan tells him. “It’s okay, seriously. Let’s just get you out of these clothes and I’ll go grab you a clean shirt.”
Aiden nods and pulls off his jeans, already unbuttoned at the top to make room for his bulging stomach. Kellan takes his off as well and carries the whole mess out to the kitchen sink so he can rinse them out, before doubling back to Aiden’s room to find him a new t-shirt.
When he gets back to the bathroom, Aiden is leaning over the toilet, cradling his belly in both hands. “Still feeling nauseous?” Kellan asks gently, sitting down next to him.
“Mmm,” Aiden groans wordlessly, his mouth pressed into a thin line. He still looks pale, and sweat has plastered his hair to his forehead. Kellan rubs a sympathetic hand over his bare shoulders.
“You want me to rub your stomach some more?” he offers.
Aiden considers that for a moment. “Well, either it’ll help settle my stomach or it’ll make me hurl again,” he says with a shaky laugh. “And I think I’m gonna do that anyways, so I guess there’s no harm in trying.”
Kellan chuckles at that and presses himself close against Aiden’s side, massaging his swollen gut with one hand while the other rubs circles between his shoulderblades. Aiden moans quietly and leans forward a little more, resting his head in his hands as he hovers over the toilet. A long, wet belch rolls up from his stomach, and then another, and a moment later he’s burping up another wave of chunky sick into the water.
“There you go,” Kellan tells him as he feels his belly clench and shudder. “Just get some of it up, and you’ll feel better.”
“God, I hope so,” Aiden groans, and spits up another mouthful of his stomach contents.
Kellan hugs him gingerly and pats his back, giving him a rueful smile. “I’ll be right here with you,” he promises.
Aiden does end up puking a few more times, but he brings up less each time, and finally his stomach settles enough for him to sit up. “Thanks,” he tells Kellan, leaning back against him. “I think I’m feeling better now.”
“Then why don’t you take a quick shower, and you can put on a nice clean shirt for bed,” Kellan says, helping him to his feet. His stomach is still rounded and taut, but not nearly as pronounced as it was before. “And after that we’ll get you into bed, huh?”
“Yeah,” Aiden agrees, passing a hand over his belly and managing a weary smile. “That sounds nice.”
