Percilotwin Excerpt
This is an excerpt from my incomplete Percilotwin firsts story.
Eggsy looked at the phone in his hand with a great deal of concern. He had went out to the pub for a drink with Ryan after coming back from a pretty crazy mission that had taken longer than expected. The text just read Sick all of a sudden. Come home. Want you. He was concerned, since Alastair tended to text in complete sentences most of the time. James had left on a mission the day before, so he was home alone.
He made his apologies to Ryan, who waved his apologies off, completely understanding the situation, and texting back On my way. Need me to get anything?
He was halfway home, and just going past the store when another text came in. Ginger ale. Soup. Saltines.
Eggsy winced. Those types of food were synonymous with a stomach bug. He texted back At the store now. Will be there in a few.
He made his purchases in record time, and, by taking a few detours of questionable legality, was walking through the door of their flat within fifteen minutes of his last text.
He came in to a miserable-looking Alastair lying on the couch, an empty bin in front of him. “Hey,” Eggsy whispered, laying a hand on his forehead, furrowing his brow in concern at the heat he felt. “Have you thrown up yet?”
“No,” Alastair replied, looking at the bin with dread. “Wish I would, though, just to get it over with.”
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“That’s the shittiest part,” Eggsy said sympathetically as he went and changed. He then positioned himself on the sofa to where Alastair could rest his head on Eggsy’s lap, and Eggsy could stroke his hair while he dozed, feeling too nauseous to really fall asleep.
It was nearly an hour later when Alastair made a grab for the bin, moaning due to the pain in his stomach. He felt horrible, and just wished for the whole ordeal to be done and over with. He felt Eggsy’s hand on his back as he coughed over the bin, wishing that he would just throw up already.
After a few unproductive heaves, he fell back onto the couch, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He felt Eggsy resume stroking his hair. It was comforting, knowing that he wasn’t alone. “You’ll catch this,” he ground out miserably, giving Eggsy the opportunity to run if he so chose.
“And you’d take care of me if I did,” Eggsy replied quietly, a gentle smile in his voice.












