Hey, I just started reading your stuff and I love it! I'd kill to see Caleb actually sympathy puke, if you ever feel like writing it. Maybe with Dex?
I am so sorry that I can’t ever write anything short 😅. Also Quince is my darling boy, so feel free to send requests for him too!
"You’re mad at me” Quince mumbled, arms crossed over his chest and looking at his pack leader from the corner of his eye. Caleb was driving, fingers hitting the steering wheel rhythmically, jaw set tight and eyes stuck on the horizon fiercely.
He made a noncommittal noise and Quince sunk lower in his seat, watching as the threes bent and danced with the storm. He felt like a child in his father’s car, waiting for Caleb’s inevitable “I’m not mad, just disappointed” speech.
“Just so you know” Quince said, since the silence was getting on his nerves, settling heavily in his stomach “I didn’t mean to ruin your night or anything. I called Angie, I don’t know why you came.”
Caleb raised his eyebrows and shot Quince an indecipherable look, before turning his eyes back to the road.
The rain seemed to fall down with more force, a thunder roaring above them and lightening making the sky go blinding white for a second. The tension of the car, however, made Quince wish he was out in the storm. His stomach churned with the realization he’d still be locked with Caleb for two more hours.
Quince meant what he had said, he hadn’t meant for Caleb to come get him. When he had called Angela about an emergency at three AM he had expected Angie to come get him, not for their eldest to show up looking like he had been dragged out of bed.
“What came over you, Quince?” Caleb finally spoke, his voice very collected and stiff.
“My God, I didn’t do anything bad!” He cried out, raising his hands “It’s not my fault my car broke down!”
“If you could enlighten me what came over you to leave Pennshaw without telling anyone, during a full moon, it would be a great start”, Caleb said through his teeth.
Quince shrugged and looked out of the closed window. Condensation was clinging to it, a nauseating reminder of how stuffy the car felt.
“So? Are you going to answer me?”
He was such a dick, Quince thought bitterly, wincing when his stomach cramped.
“A girl.” Caleb repeated, slowly and took a deep breath, “You drove down to Maine, in the middle of the night, during a full moon, for a quick fuck?”
Quince blushed and glared at his lap. His belly did a somersault inside of him as he was reminded of the girl he had met on Tinder a week ago. A literal Disney princess. The butterflies, however, didn’t stop moving and he cringed, fixing the seat belt around his stomach.
“You said that last month about that guy. What was his name?”
“...You’re being a dick.”
“I’m being a dick?!” Caleb finally exploded and glanced at his pack mate, “Quince! You’re smarter than this- Maine, of all places, Maine!? What is in Maine, Quince?”
“Besides Pennywise?” He bit back bitterly and for a second he saw a flash of deep purple color Caleb’s green eyes.
“Besides the murderous clown.”
“....Victor” Quince admitted quietly and hugged his stomach, “Look, I wasn’t thinking straight-”
“Damn right you weren’t.”
“-BUT there’s no reason for you to act like this. Nothing happened. I didn’t even cross Victor’s territory, okay? And she wasn’t even home.” He mumbled, words getting choked down at the end with a hiccup, which was gracefully muffled by the rain hitting the car like bullets.
“Quince” Caleb sighed, all anger seeming to leave him and sounding like a tired parent, “Kid, a weeks ago Archer got poisoned, he nearly died. And then full moon comes along and you skip town, to fuck some random girl you’ve met online last week, and goes straight to Victor’s territory, knowing full well he despises us? C’mon-”
“For all we know Archer was poisoned because he’s married to a literal witch.” Quince argued, planting an open hand in his chest and massaging it. The hiccup had jostled his stomach and now there was an awful fire burning his esophagus.
“It doesn’t matter, Quince” Caleb said quietly, before frowning,”Are you okay?”
“Yeah, uhm-” The younger man muffled a burp, “My stomach is super upset all of sudden...”
Caleb’s face blanched and he looked at his friend with eyes filled with panic, “Upset how? Do you have a headache? Is it difficult to breathe!?”
“I wasn’t poisoned, Kay” Quince reassured him, leaning forward “I think it’s just the dodgy food I had earlier and the car movement.”
“Are you sure?” Caleb eyed him, full of worry and completely forgetting the previous sermon.
“Yeah, uh-” A belch rolled off him and Quince squeezed his eyes shut “I think I’m carsick... Kay, can you-...”
“I’m in the fast-lane, I’m sorry... Just hold on a second and I’ll pull over-”
“Oka-” Quinces word got choked by a gag and he pressed a hand to his lips. He had always been the type to not see sickness approaching and this time it was no different. He tried to swallow it down, but the pressure in his gut was too much and a burp tried to push past his lips. He opened his mouth to let it out slowly under his breath, only for Caleb to swerve the truck to the right and inertia hit Quince right in the stomach.
He threw up spectacularly all over the car’s dashboard and then ducked his head as a second heave formed, losing the rest of his lunch all over his shoes. It smelt awful, no doubt his stomach had completely given up on digesting the nasty food he had bought in Maine.
“Fuck, fuck- Okay-” Caleb was cursing over his head, before the car came to a sudden stop and Quince was left dizzy and weak, slumped over his knees with sick clinging to his lips. He felt exhausted.
“You’re okay, Quin?” Kay said next to him, putting a hand on Quince’s shoulder and straightening him up gently. The younger man shook his head, forcing a burp past his lips, head falling against the humid window.
“I’m sorry, It just came over me from nowhere- I couldn’t even warn you...”
“It’s okay-” Caleb reassured him, his own stomach churning desperately. He usually was pretty good dealing with sympathy nausea, but tonight was full moon and his senses were over hyped and he was stuck in a car with all windows locked, chunky vomit covering the dashboard and having probably gotten in the AC airways...
Quince whined and wrapped both arms around his stomach, “I’m not done...” He groaned, eyes pressed shut tightly and throat bobbing dangerously.
Caleb breathed through his mouth, unsure of where to look that wasn’t covered in puke. He swallowed down thickly and squeezed the steering wheel with the hand that wasn’t in the younger man’s shoulder.
“Okay, okay, just out of the door-”
Quince blindly tried to open the door, only to cough and let out a little desperate gasp as puke seemed to suffocate him. Caleb dived in to push the passenger’s door open, but it was too late.
Quince had the self control of a toddler when it came to vomiting and instead of forcing it down and upchucking out of the door like the other’s would’ve done, he heaved forward, covering all of Kay’s arm with the warm goo.
Caleb gagged loudly, pulling his hand back as if it was burning. He opened the car door desperately and stepped out in the rain, gagging to the floor while the heavy storm washed away the vomit from his arm and soaked through his clothes. Inside the car he heard Quince whine pathetically.
“I’m sorry!” He said, voice sounding like he had sipped battery acid, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, Kay-”
“It’s okay” Caleb said, burping and spitting on the grass. He really didn’t want to get back in the truck filled with vomit. Just the thought made his stomach churn, the taste of his dinner flooding his mouth. Now was not the time.
“Quin” He said, squeezing the door handle of the truck and breathing deeply through his nose. His teeth were starting to chatter from the cold, “Are you done being sick?”
“For now...” Quince nodded, a hand covering his mouth and muffling a burp.
“Alright...” Caleb wiped his brow and tried to see past the rain, anything in order to avoid entering the car, “Okay, let’s get you lying down in the back. Hopefully your system is done purging whatever garbage you ate.”
“I’m sorry” Quince whined again and Caleb almost smiled, remembering the time he had first met the man before him. A scrawny thirteen year old, looking terrified but trying to straight up bite him nonetheless.
“It’s alright, it happens” He reassured him, circling the car and getting in front of the passenger’s door already half open. He opened it fully and frowned to the mess, his stomach gurgling with nausea.
“Ditch the shoes... Actually, you might as well ditch everything but the boxers and lie in the back.” Caleb said, searching through the glove compartment for anything to help clean the mess. He found a roll of toilet paper.
Quince obeyed quietly, ditching his shoes, messed up pants and shirt on the side of the road and getting on the backseat before rain got him as drenched as Caleb was. He shivered still, hugging himself and grabbing an itchy blanket that Kay kept there to put boxes on top of.
He heard Caleb retch and turned his head, frowning “Kay, leave it- I’ll do it-”
“Shut up and lie down, Quince.”
“No, you shut up” Quince said petulantly, leaning in the space between passenger and driver’s seat, “Leave it, Kay-”
“Quin” Caleb said harshly, pressing his fist to his mouth. He looked ill and his next words were interrupted by a stomach growl, so loud that Quince managed to listen even during a storm, “Please just let me get this done so we can go home.”
“Fine” Quince sighed, falling back in the backseat and curling up. He was way too big for it, but it didn’t matter. All he wanted was to get some sleep and for his belly to stop churning and tossing. He knew that croissant had tasted fishy.
A couple minutes later he heard both doors shutting and Caleb’s heavy breathing.
“I’m sorry” He whispered again and Caleb looked at him from the rear-view mirror. Kay felt terrible for having snapped earlier, the kid looked like death and had been stood up by his date and there he was, asshole extraordinaire, lecturing him.
“No, I’m sorry for snapping earlier... I just worry about you, Quince.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine.” The youngest one mumbled, sounding a little sleepy.
Caleb wanted to argue, but he wasn’t feeling well and it was clear Quince wanted to catch a nap - after all it was nearly five AM -, so he opted for staying quiet and getting back on the road.
The next one hour and a half was hell. Hell. The car smelt awful and Caleb felt stuffed to the brim with food - had he really eaten that much for dinner? - and nauseated, so bloody queasy.
He kept breathing through his mouth and had left a window open, because he was already soaked with water and the car would already have to be cleaned, at least he could get the fresh air.
Caleb ignored the exit to Quince’s shitty apartment and instead drove straight to the farm. The younger one still had clothes in there, from when he used to live with Kay, and he looked too sleepy and nauseous to even argue.
By the time he pulled up in the driveway, the sky was no longer black but a grayish-blue and the living room lights were on. It had stopped raining, thankfully.
“Kid-” Caleb said, the word thick on his mouth. He swallowed down a burp and reached on the backseat, “Quin. We’re here. Go lie down.”
Sleep drunk, Quince only nodded and stumbled out of the car. Dexter had just opened the door, wrapped up in a baby blue robe and hair sticking out in all directions, and he frowned when an ill looking Quince passed by him without a word, looking green around the gills.
“What the hell happened, Kay?” Dexter asked, walking to the truck, avoiding the puddles of mud.
Caleb pushed the driver’s door opened and tried to answer, but he had pushed his body to the max. All that came up was a wet burp that had him bending over and then all of last night’s pasta, coloring the wet grass under his feet and covering his boots.
Dexter jumped back, startled and dropped the ceramic mug he was holding, “Shit! Caleb, Jesus Christ-”
“Not done-” Kay groaned, holding onto the door and throwing up another large gush, this one sending him to his knees. Dexter circled the growing puddle of vomit and grabbed the back of his shirt, cursing under his breath.
Dexter put a hand on his boyfriend’s heaving back, frowning when he met the humid fabric. He rubbed his back slowly and sighed, waiting for the puking to taper off.
It finally did a couple minutes later and Caleb started to stand, using the car as support, before leaning fully on Dexter.
Dex huffed from the weight, but wrapped an arm around Kay’s waist anyway and kicked the car door closed behind him, dragging his boyfriend to the house, “Are you sick? You don’t have a fever...”
“No-” Kay mumbled, head hanging and an arm wrapped tightly around his middle, “Quince got sick all over the car. I-” he muffled a burp and collapsed sit on the couch, “It was gross.”
“I bet it was” Dexter grinned, getting between Caleb’s legs and kissing the top of his dirty blonde hair, peppered with graying strands. Caleb leaned forward, shoving his face on Dexter’s chest and breathing in deeply.
“You are” Dex teased, rubbing his back, “What about Quin?”
“He said it was food poisoning. Check on him?”
“I will” Dexter nodded, but didn’t move a muscle. Kay’s arms wrapped around him, using him as a standing pillow and Dex wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with him, instead of checking on the youngest pack member, “Why are you all wet?”
“There was a storm all night. I’m- ugh- I’m surprised it didn’t wake you up, darling” Caleb said, before burping wetly against Dex’s robe, “Excuse me.”
“Please” Dex huffed and ran his fingers affectionately through Kay’s hair, “You belong in bed.”
“And out of those clothes before you catch a cold to top this off.”
Dexter rolled his eyes and pulled back, grinning smugly when Caleb let out a whine as he was forced away from comfort. Dex got down on his knees before him, cupping Kay’s face and peppering it with little kisses, “Go to bed, you stubborn bastard.”
