I had such a bad tummy ache 😔 I think the leftovers I had were off. A couple hours after eating, my lower tummy started feeling sick. It was so loud and rumbly and sloshy that I was scared I was going to have explosive… you know what. You can actually hear my poor belly groaning and sounding really liquid when I massage my lower gut.
I was so bloated that it hurt badly - I was so sore I felt like crying. I kept feeling like gas was building and building in my belly, rumbling and adding to the pressure inside my gut without wanting to, well, leave. I kept rubbing my tummy, trying to encourage the gas to move along but my guts were really upset and refused to be efficient. I had to lie down and moan, clutching my tummy in agony until the gas started passing through me. And even then, I still had a bad tummy ache… it took forever to feel better. I kept passing gas as my tummy cramped painfully, making me whimper in pain.
Today I had to run to the toilet immediately upon waking up, holding my upset tummy and moaning as my bad belly relieved itself. My belly has been feeling unwell all day. It’s not quite diarrhea, but my tummy is sick and unhappy. I’m still bloated and uncomfortable, and my guts are rumbling and feeling really full. I need someone to take care of my sick tummy 😔
I honestly don’t understand anal rape scenes/fantasies that are relatively clean. Sodomy is one of the most painful things ever. Dry raping a bitch’s asshole is gonna make her bleeds and pisses and shits all over your cock.
And that is hot as FUCK. Literally what’s a better way to dominate and humiliate a bitch than making her scream and cry in a mess of her own soil
For the frisky fic 👀 I don’t have anything super specific in mind but I would loovve to see both of them DROOLING over how hot their husband is. (horny jail sorry) by the way, I think I’d sent a request about Jon being gaga over Leo being a lawyer, did you see it or did tumblr swallow it? (No pressure to write it of course)
Alsooo don’t you dare break vin and Wendy up pleasee😭😭 not now after they’ve overcome so much😭😭😭😭 I love the throuple but not at the cost of the og freaks 😭💔
Anddd I’m LOSING my mind over how domestic the first honeymoon fic is!!! 🍄
Used up this ask to write some friskyyy Jon/Leo hehehe + Very upset stomach. Smutty start!
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Leo couldn't tear his eyes away from Jonah, which was getting a little ridiculous because they had been stranded in Milos for 5 days now, with hardly any contact with their outside world and he still wasn't sick of his husband.
In fact, Leo was convinced they could just get all their things shipped here and start a whole new life.
"I'll go by Konstantin," Leo giggled, pressing his mouth to Jon's neck as he trailed a bunch of kisses all over him, "and you can be Giorgio and we can call JD-"
"We're not changing JD's name," Jonah chuckled, rolling them on the bed so he was on top and pulling back, sitting on his feet as he ran a hand through his hair. God, Leo thought, air all but vanishing from his lungs as he could see sweat glistening his husband's chest, muscles flexing on his bicep and abs as Jon tilted his body back.
Leo gulped down, sinking further against the pillows as he trailed his hands up Jonah's naked thigh, until he could slide them under his boxer briefs and cup his ass.
"Fuck, Jonah..." Leo breathed out dreamily and the other man let out a chuckle, leaning in so he could latch his mouth to Leo's collarbone, a hand tangling in the blonde's hair and tugging slightly.
"I'm planning to," Jon teased, his lips pressing over Leo's nipple, tongue circling it and teeth lightly grazing it, causing the blonde to squirm. His thoughts were all scrambled, the previous conversation fleeing his mind.
Jonah's kisses trailed south, heated mouth pressing all over Leo's chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs- "No," Leo breathed out, struggling to think, "no, come back here, I want- C'mere-" he tried to put into words that although Jonah gave the most earth shattering blowjobs, right now he wanted to make love. He wanted to look in his husband's hazel eyes and watch how his pupils swallowed up the green as they fit together, feel Jon's breath in his mouth and watch that wrinkle that formed right between his brows a second before an orgasm, followed by bliss that seemed to age him down five years and send Leo back to the first time he laid eyes on Jonah.
Jonah opened a smile, all boyish, then moved up, clashing his lips against Leo's.
Eventually, they made it out of the hotel room. Leo was frankly a little embarrassed by how much time they spent locked inside every day, instead of enjoying the island. Part of him, that one that worried about money all the time despite his tax bracket being different for nearly 5 years now, wondered if it wouldn't have been a smarter decision to go on honeymoon a month after they married, when they stopped being so giddy about each other and could actually enjoy the place.
"What's in your mind?" Jonah asked, an arm wrapped around Leo's waist, sunglasses planted on his face.
"Just thinking we're not enjoying Milos enough," he sighed, leaning back against Jon and smiling as his husband promptly pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"That's fine," Jon shrugged, guiding them down the street. Although Leo had planned a couple activities in each island they'd visit — Milos, Santorini and Rhodes. Leo had ruled out Crete and Mykonos when he learned through Jackie that Jonah had already been there — Jon was the one really guiding the whole thing. Leo didn't mind, he liked not having to think of maps and the order of things, as long as they showed up to the historical tours and the beaches he had delineated, "more the reason for us to come back next year."
Leo rolled his eyes, "yeah right, Dr. Banks, gotta start saving now after all we splurged on the wedding-"
"Leo," Jonah bumped his nose with his, voice all amused, "relax."
Their next stop was a restaurant named Fagitó. It had one of the best reviews when Leo had looked it up online and he was feeling very smug as Jonah opened a huge smile.
It was more of a tavern, with fishing gear scattered around and stone walls, the backside of the restaurant facing the sea and tables scattered under a pergola covered in bougainvillea.
"This place is pretty," Jonah was already holding out his phone, while Leo sat down and leaned on his chair, smiling as he looked out to the sea. This place was so sunny and colorful, he felt like he'd never even know what seasonal depression was if he lived here. It was probably the tourist in him speaking.
Because it was such a touristic place, the menu was in both Greek and English and the staff spoke it too. Leo skimmed over the names, while Jonah continued snapping pictures.
Although they had been away for only 5 days, Leo had to admit he was getting sick of seafood. He was craving a mac n' cheese already, although he didn't dare saying that out loud. Jonah didn't seem to suffer with that problem, since his choice was grilled octopus with tartar sauce, while the blonde picked the only pork option they had.
Across from them in the restaurant's backyard, there was a playpen and Leo followed Jonah's gaze as he watched the kids squeal and yell at each other as they played with the swing and the slider. It was so painfully obvious now that he knew what to look out for, how much Jonah wanted that.
"Stop staring at me," Jon scoffed, catching Leo watching him, and the blonde shrugged, his cheeks burning.
"I'm not staring, I'm admiring," he corrected, moving his chair so they were side by side, "you're the one who's staring at the children."
It was Jonah's turn to blush and Leo grinned at that. His normal brown skin had turned into a bronze shade due to the amount of tanning they both had done by now, which made Jon's smile all the more brilliant and his light eyes stand out even more than they normally did.
Well, Jonah had tanned. Leo had gained a new freckle collection and a painful pink patch on his shoulder, which was now peeling away. To his credit, Jon seemed delighted by the freckles, especially the ones that had appeared on Leo's nose bridge.
"They're cute," Jon shrugged, averting his eyes from the children, "have you change-"
"Nope," Leo planted his chin on Jonah's shoulder, "I haven't changed my mind."
"Good," he leaned back, curls tickling Leo's temple, whole body relaxing, "wanna see the pictures I took? The sea here is to die for..."
Their dishes arrived 30 minutes later and Leo wrinkled his nose as Jonah tried to force him to take a bite of the octopus.
"First slugs, now octopus? No thanks, hard pass," Leo scoffed, pushing Jonah's hand away as he held up a tentacle in front of his mouth, "all yours."
"Coward," Jonah grinned, before stuffing his mouth with it, "it's really good and you're missing out."
"I doubt it," Leo shrugged, continuing to eat.
About an hour after they finished, while they sat around eating dessert and chatting about the weird wedding gifts they had gotten, Jon started to get fidgety. Leo noticed how he was bouncing one leg nervously and how he kept closing and opening his hand. Other than that, though, he seemed fine. Maybe he was anxious...?
"Here," Jonah interrupted his thoughts, shoving the rizogalo bowl he had been holding into Leo's hands, "I gotta go the bathroom."
Leo raised his eyebrows at his harsh movements and unceremonious confession, but before he could say much else, Jon was darting away. He frowned, then let out a sigh and finished up his own dessert bowl. When it took more than ten minutes for Jonah to return, Leo went to pay the bill and wait for him outside.
He checked his phone. 01:48 PM, a late lunch. Maybe they could head down to the beach once more, sprawl in the sand and take it easy? Unless Jon had different plans, he had been mentioning wanting to go to the catacombs-
"Sorry," Jonah winced as he stepped out of the restaurant, now holding a water bottle, "didn't mean to take so long."
"That's fine," Leo shrugged, studying Jon. He still seemed a little shaky and there was perspiration clinging to his neck, but otherwise he seemed alright, "are you okay? Is your tummy upset?"
"Not really," Jonah shook his head and Leo squinted, wondering which question he was answering, "I'm fine, don't worry. Let's go? The catacombs close at 3 and we still gotta get a taxi there, it's across the island."
Leo didn't think he was fine, but he bit down his retort. Maybe he was overthinking it, it was a really warm day so that explained the sweat and, besides, Jonah didn't seem sick.
"Sure, let's go," he intertwined his fingers with Jon's, letting him guide the way.
The taxi drive to the catacombs was much less pleasant. Leo's lunch churned inside his belly as they went down the dizzying streets, the fact that he was sitting in the backseat making his carsickness worse.
Just as he was about to ask the driver to pull over, the car came to a stop and Leo stumbled out, planting his hands on his knees and taking slow breaths.
"Love?" Jonah put a hand on his back, "the ride made you sick," it wasn't a question, "here, take a sip. Slow," he pushed his water botte in Leo's hands and the blonde took it, taking a couple small sips and then pressing the cold plastic to his forehead, hoping to push down the throbbing that the carsickness brought to his head.
"You need a minute?"
"No," Leo thumped his chest, until he managed to push up a small, sickly burp, "I'm good, let's go."
The catacombs were part of a volcanic tunnel web, although man had made most of the extra tunnels. There were a couple tunnels closed from visitation, but they still walked around the arcades, following the signs so they wouldn't get lost.
Leo felt slightly claustrophobic, so he was more than glad when the guide announced they were closing and everyone needed to leave. The place was gorgeous, moody and seeming straight out of a spooky movie, but they definitely didn't need to be in there when the sun started to set.
Outside of the catacombs there were several gift shops, street vendors showing little miniature of the tunnels, postal cards, little hourglasses, Christian figurines-
"Can you get us some post cards?" Jonah asked, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I'll buy some gum, you want anything?" he gestured to the little café a couple dozen feet down the street.
"Nope- Well, minty gum would be nice," Leo relented, thinking they'd need to go into another carsickness inducing ride back to the hotel. Maybe he could convince Jonah to just walk with him, the streets were deserted enough and they'd be walking down the hills, not strenuous activity...
Jonah returned almost twenty minutes later, mumbling something about a line, and shoving the gum package in Leo's hand.
"I got us some post cards," Leo raised the ones he had picked, "and this cute hourglass. I think it'll look adorable in my office."
Jon offered him a strained smile, "very fancy-" he raised a hand to his mouth, muffling a burp, "uhm- Do you still have the water bottle...?"
Leo was still clutching at it, but when he raised it, they realized it was mostly empty, only one lukewarm gulp left, "sorry, angel... I can run and get you a new one, how abou-"
"No," Jon took the bottle from him, finishing that one measly sip, "can we go? Or do you want to keep shopping?"
Clearly he was trying to keep the good spirits, but Leo knew Jonah enough to know that he was no longer in a good mood, probably cranky because they hadn't seen the whole thing.
"No, I don't wanna keep shopping," Leo relented, fixing the tote bag on his shoulder and reaching to grab Jonah's hand, only for his husband to pull it away, shoving them in his own pockets. Alright, dickhead. Leo had been considering stomaching another nauseating ride, but as he felt a wash of pettiness over the open rejection, he got bold enough to say, "can we walk back to the beach? I don't think I can deal with another crazy cab."
Jonah's face clouded even more, jaw locking in a frustrated manner and Leo let out a breath.
"Jon," he scoffed, "please?"
"Sure," Jonah nodded, "let's go then..."
They were about fifteen minutes into walking when Leo started to feel a little guilty. Jonah hadn't been that much of a dick to warrant walking for nearly an hour, even if it wasn't a difficult walk and the scenery was gorgeous. He bit down his lip, trying to make conversation, "if you want, we can come back tomorrow during morning..." Leo said, speeding up. For some reason Jon was power walking instead of enjoying the view, the nice warm breeze, the charming little houses and the pink flowers littering every corner, "I didn't realize you wanted to see the catacombs so badly."
"No, it's fine," Jonah rubbed his neck, "the other rooms aren't gonna be any different from the ones we saw."
Leo pouted, "Jon, don't sulk, c'mon. I'm sorry about the catacombs-"
"I'm not sulking," he groaned, interrupting Leo's unnecessary apology, "really. I just wanna get back to the hotel."
So much for not sulking. Leo let out a sigh, but opted for letting it go, "if you really want, we can call a taxi. It's still gonna be more twenty minutes walking-" probably more, considering the twenty minutes would lead them down to the beach, but there were another ten minutes back to the actual hotel.
Leo fully expected Jonah to stubbornly deny his suggestion, so he was surprised when the other man paused and then nodded, "I'd like that... But it's not gonna make you too sick?"
"Hopefully we can get a driver that doesn't drive like a maniac," Leo smiled at him, fishing out his phone, "give me a second."
Jon was bouncing on his feet as they waited the eight minutes for the car to arrive and slowly Leo started to piece things together. Aided entirely by the sickly growl that his husband's stomach let out as they entered the car, Leo realized Jonah wasn't pissed off — or at least, not just that — but feeling sick.
He should've guessed.
Leo opened his mouth to say something, but the driver knew English and kept talking with them. Jon had given up on answering, so the task not to be rude befell on Leo and all he could do to comfort Jonah was squeeze his nape while the older driver continued to chat their ears away.
By the time they parked in front of the hotel, Jonah didn't so much as wait as Leo paid the driver, bolting inside like a slingshot. Leo cringed, sympathy washing over him. He took his time walking inside the hotel, picking up some Gatorade in the vending machine, then getting back into their room.
The bathroom door was shut and Leo grimaced, lightly tapping his knuckles against the door, "Jon? You're okay?"
"FINE!" His answer was annoyed, voice a little too loud, causing Leo to jump away from the door with a frown. Dickhead strike number two.
He set down the Gatorade bottle on the bedside table, then turned on the TV and moved the balcony to watch the sun set over the horizon, a ball of orange melting into the sea and leaving behind a bright purple sky littered with tiny stars.
Behind him, the bathroom door opened and Leo turned around once more, only for his eyebrows to vanish in his hair, "Jon... Oh angel, you're not okay..."
He expected some sort of futile resistance, Jonah trying once more to dismiss him saying he was fine, but instead he got a pitiful groan. Jon folded forward, an arm wrapped around his stomach.
"I'm sorry..." he whined, causing alarm bells to go off in Leo's head and he crossed the room in two large steps, reaching in to grab Jon's arms, "I don't feel well..."
"I can see that," Leo scoffed, studying him closer. Now he was drenched in cold sweat and he was trembling all over, his belly was sticking out against the gauzy fabric of his shirt, gurgling loud enough that Leo could hear it even though he was a good ten inches away, "your tummy's upset...?"
Instead of answering him, Jonah pitched forward with a wet burp, barely managing to muffle it in his hand. Hunched forward, he wrapped an arm around his belly, eyes squeezed shut, "I feel really gross, Leo..."
"Oh baby," Leo cooed, his heart clenching, "you should've said something sooner, we'd have come straight back to the hotel..."
"I didn't- I didn't think it was that bad, but-" Jonah sucked in a breath as he collapsed on the bed, curling up on the fetal position, both arms wrapped around his belly, "fuck, it hurts, Leo."
Leo frowned, sitting by his side and carefully trying to uncurl his husband, "crampy? Have you been sick?"
"No, just- Just diarrhea," Jonah grimaced, his cheeks burning with humiliation, then another sickly burp rolled out of his mouth, "but I feel like it wants up too-"
"Ew," Leo couldn't help but tease, wrinkling his nose. He undid Jonah's pants, rolling down his hips and then let out a whistle at how horribly bloated the other man was, "that damn octopus wants you to suffer, uh?"
It was the wrong thing to say, because Jon pitched to his side, hanging his head out of the bed as he suddenly gagged. Now he looked grey. Leo cringed, glancing around the room for a trashcan and settling for the abandoned, empty champagne bucket.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on-" the blonde chanted, rushing across the room and skipping back, holding the bin up under Jon's chin, but all he managed to catch was some droll and a collection of pained groans, "false alarm?"
"Nhumfhgh," Jonah mumbled, pressing a hand to his belly and wincing as it forced up a brassy belch, thick and turning frothy at the end. He spat inside the bucket again, panting, "it's not gonna- Stay down..." his stomach let out a loud, watery gurgle and Leo cringed as he saw the rest of the color vanish from Jonah's face, making him look almost corpse like.
The blonde didn't need anymore explanation, not when Jonah sounded so desperate. He wrapped an arm around the other man, pulling Jon to his feet and skipped across the room with him, all but dropping him on the toilet.
As soon as Jonah managed to shove his pants down, his belly contracted and he let out a whimper, covering his face with both hands as the runs plagued him. Leo winced, happy that Jon couldn't see his disgusted frown.
He squeezed Jon's shoulder, "I'm gonna wait outsi-"
Leo never finished that sentence, as Jon's convulsed under his hand and then a wave of bright red puke fell right between his legs, splattering on the ground and his ditched pants. Leo froze on the spot, eyes wide. He wasn't sure he had ever witnessed Jonah this sick...? At least not when he wasn't sick himself as company.
"Leo-" Jon's voice was muffled, thick with nausea, "Leo, bu-URugo-bucket," he retched mid sentence and the blonde finally snapped back into his senses, rushing out of the room to retrieve the champagne bucket.
He planted it on Jon's lap just in time for his lunch to make a kaleidoscopic reappearance, a thick gush of semi digested sludge falling inside of it. Jonah whimpered, pressing his forehead to the metal and letting out a string of tiny burps. His knuckles turned white on the rim as another cramp wrecked through him and Leo felt a pang of guilt.
They should never have walked after the catacombs or set foot in that restaurant, which had been Leo's pick too.
Jonah coughed, gagging once more and leaning over the bucket to bring up a small, but much thicker mouthful of sick. Once he was done choking on it, he continued to hoover over the bin, unsure if it was safe to move away.
"Angel," Leo crouched down, trying to collect himself, "Jonah, I think you're done. Can I help you into the shower?"
"This is so-" Jonah's voice echoed inside the bin, followed by another deep, gurgly belch, "so undignified... It's our honeymoon..." he sounded close to tears and Leo let out a sigh.
"It's pretty gruesome," he relented, smoothing Jonah's curls back, then running a hand down his trembling back, "but I don't need you to be dignified, Jonah, I want you to feel better. Let me help?"
Jon let out a sigh, which was quickly followed by another angry whine from his belly, "I don't know why it's- It's churning like that. I'm wrung up."
Considering that as close to an admission of defeat as he was gonna get, Leo carefully peeled Jon's fingers off the bucket, hitting the toilet flush twice and then turning up the shower. Although it was summer and they had been taking lukewarm, almost cold shower, this time Leo turned the water warm, hoping it'd stop Jon from shaking like a wet kitten.
"C'mere," he hoisted his husband up, entering under the stream as well, regardless the fact that Leo was entirely dressed. The hot water soaked through Jonah's shirt and Leo stripped it off of him, as well as kicked his soiled pants and boxers away, "you're okay?"
Jon nodded, lowering his forehead to Leo's shoulder, "just... Gross."
Leo rolled his eyes, "you're not gross-"
"No," Jonah shook his head, muffling a burp in his fist, which turned productive and he coughed a thin stream of vomit over the drain, "my stomach feels gross still. All of me."
"I'm gonna order you some medicine," Leo decided, regretting the fact he hadn't packed up Pepto. Was that even allowed on a plane? Probably not, "and you'll sleep this off. Goddamn food poisoning-"
Jonah let out a whimper as another cramp hit him, causing him to fold and grab at his lower belly as if he wanted to dig his fingers into his intestines, "fuck..."
"You need the bathroom again?" Leo kept his voice firm, with not a trace of disgust, no matter how awful the situation. The last thing he wanted was for Jon to feel bad about himself on top of how horrible he was feeling.
"No... No, empty. Just-" he was breathless, "crampy. Nauseous."
They stood under the warm water for another minute, before Leo decided Jon was clean enough and needed to lie down. He wrapped up Jonah in the hotel's fluffy robe — despite Jon grumbling at being manhandled, folded like an elderly man as he tried to protect his tender stomach —then pushed him into the bed, exchanging the robe for just a new set of boxers.
"Here you go," Leo walked back from the bathroom after cleaning it up as best as he could, using a towel to clean the vomit on the ground — not much, most of it had fallen on Jon's pants — and washing off the bucket. He planted the clean bucket on the floor next to Jon's head, then broke the seal of the still closed Gatorade bottle, "you think you can stomach a little sip?"
"No," Jonah's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but sleep didn't seem able to catch up with him, as the cramps continued to squeeze his belly, "can you- Leo," he rolled onto his back, a hand clutching his stomach.
"Yeah, of course," Leo climbed on the bed, falling against the pillows and cuddling closer so he could plant a hand on Jonah's tummy. It was domed, bloated up, and warm to the touch, "try to get some rest, baby."
It wasn't late, just a little past sunset, so Leo was still very awake. He quietly rubbed Jonah's stomach for several minutes, cringing at how sloshy it felt, how vocal it was, until Jon's frown eased up and he started to snore, something that he never did.
Leo moved closer, so he could press the back of his hand against his husband's cheek and forehead, but he wasn't overly warm, just clammy. He pressed a kiss to his temple, then got up from the bed in order to tidy up their room and get a decent shower himself.
Jonah slept through it all, even as Leo ordered up room service so he could have dinner, setting aside a grilled cheese in case Jonah woke up hungry. Instead of waking up, Jon groaned in his sleep and buried his face further into the pillow, curling up and betraying just how unwell he still felt.
Leo combed through their pictures, deleting the ones that were just blurs and didn't have a single thing in focus and favoriting the others he planned to have printed out and put in an album. He did this to both their galleries, then was left with nothing else to do, so finally Leo decided to go through his texts.
Luke had been steadily updating him about what was happening in Welton, sending him a collection of memes as if he really didn't need an answer to keep talking. Vince did the same, although to a much more manageable extent. There was a text from Max, which made Leo's eyebrows raise, a single heartfelt "Thank you for inviting me to the wedding. It was so beautiful and so much fun. I hope I didn't create any problems for you. Have fun at the honeymoon 🥵 make a baby or two"
The last part caused Leo to chuckle, but he hung at the words "I hope I didn't create any problems". That was out of the blue and very weird.
Behind him, Jonah let out another little groan and Leo glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Jon sit up, face all wrinkled from being pressed against the pillow.
"Hey, angel..." Leo said softly, walking closer, "how are you feeling?"
Jonah was still half asleep, since he didn't seem to have heard, wrapping an arm around his stomach and staring at his feet like a broken ventriloquist doll.
Leo sighed, planting a hand on his naked back and rubbing it up and down, "do you think you can drink some water for me?"
It took ten extra seconds for his words to pierce through the haze, but then Jonah scrunched up his face, "Uhm-" he gulped down, but then nodded, "don't wanna... dehydrate..."
"That's right, Dr. Banks," Leo smiled, getting up to get the Gatorade bottle and holding it before his husband, "just one little sip."
Leo couldn't hold it against Jon. He truly did try to drink, but not a second after he had swallowed up the sip, his throat was bobbing dangerously and Jonah bleary looked around for the bucket, leaning over it just in time for the liquid to fall out of his mouth, not even with a gag.
"God," Leo sighed, holding him by the shoulder and wincing at the several dry heaves that followed, "I guess... I guess we can try again later..." Silently, Leo made a pray that Jonah would take the liquid later, because the last thing he wanted was to try and get him to a hospital while in Greece, not speaking a drop of Greek.
Jonah curled back up, falling back in the bed and letting out a long suffering sigh, "what- What time is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a rasp.
Leo glanced at his phone, "just a little past 9," he gently rubbed his hand up and down the side of his husband's bloated stomach, not daring to put any pressure behind his touch. His belly was churning under Leo's palm, angry gurgles under Jon's belly button and crawling up his sides, "how are you feeling?"
"Like hell," Jonah scoffed, squeezing his eyes as another cramp hit him, "I'm sorry- Making you clean vomit in our honeymoon-"
"Oh shush it," Leo rolled his eyes, moving his hand so he could swat Jon's ass in a teasing manner, "shut up about it, I'm the one who's sorry. I hate to see you like this..."
Jonah let out a little scoff, then rolled on the bed so he could press his head to Leo's lap, "just gotta- Sleep it off..."
"Uh-huh," Leo wrinkled his nose, "you've been asleep for hours now... Maybe we should ask the front desk for a doctor-"
"I'm a doctor," Jonah's voice was offended, but he didn't even bother to move from his comfortable spot, "it's just food poisoning, Leo. I won't die."
"People die from food poisoning all the time," Leo argued, struggling to push his lawyer self down. This was hardly an arguing matter, Jonah was right that it had been only a couple hours, but Leo simply couldn't help his arguments, "and you're not drinking any water, dehydration also kills-"
"Leo, your voice is giving me a headache," Jonah sounded much more like himself now, annoyance coloring his words, "just let me rest."
"Fine," Leo scoffed, pouting.
Of course, Jon couldn't see he was doing that, so it caused the blonde to smile when Jonah said five seconds later, "and don't pout."
He squirmed on the bed, so he was propped against the pillows and could continue to run his hand up and down Jonah's back, hoping he'd feel better soon.
Around 10 PM, Leo dozed off, not sleepy per se, but he had forgotten to turn up the main lights and the room was dark, Jonah was warm against him, there wasn't a single noise safe from the occasional stomach whine...
He woke up with the sound of the bathroom door opening. Leo jerked in the bed, like he had just missed an imaginary step, blinking quickly to situate himself. The room was even darker now, Jonah had turned off the soft yellow lamp that was in the "living room" area of their bedroom.
It took him a second to identify Jonah in the dark, leaning on the wall right next to the bathroom door, hunched over so his hands were on his knees and he was taking measured breaths. Leo frowned, shuffling on the bed so he was ready to bolt and catch him in case Jonah collapsed.
It was harder to pinpoint his expression, but Leo could tell his shoulders were shaking-
"Jon?" Leo whispered, crawling out of the bed and walking closer.
Jonah's head snapped up, eyes wide and confused, which caused Leo's heart to race. Please, don't let it be serious, he thought, placing his hands on Jonah's arms, "baby, what's wrong?"
"Nuuh-Nothing," Jon was slurring slightly, voice barely above a whisper, "justsssick."
"Uh-huh," Leo rolled his eyes, quickly deciding his husband was going to be of no help. He planted his hand on Jonah's neck, expecting to feel a fever, but there was none, "did you throw up again?"
A head shake.
"Okay, uhm- Let's go back to bed..." he chewed on his lip, sleepily trying to count the time zones. Would Wendy pick up if he called right now?
Jonah collapsed on the bed, moving so he could curl up under the thin blanket and blinking up at Leo like he expected him to vanish before his eyes.
"How's your belly?" Leo crouched down next to the bed, grabbing the Gatorade once more and checking the hour on his phone. 3:25 AM, "do you still feel sick?"
A nod.
Great, Jonah had puked his frontal lobe because now Leo felt like he was dealing with a five year old version of him. He let out a little huff at the thought, opening a grin, "you're cute looking like a startled kitten and all, but can you use your words, angel? How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," Jonah scoffed, causing Leo to beam with a smile. There he was, his usual grumpy husband. It was clear he wasn't speaking because he had no voice, shot from all the heaving.
"Can you drink something?" Jonah's face scrunched up with disgust, so Leo stitched in, "please? You're really worrying me, Jon."
It was a little amusing how much Jonah was wrapped up around his pinky, Leo thought, watching as his resolve melted away and he took the bottle. The first sip was met with a gag, but once Jonah managed to swallow it, he eagerly went for a second one, thirst hitting him.
Leo took the bottle back, "sorry, but we really want that to stay down. If you don't throw up in ten minutes you can drink more," he felt like he was quoting Jonah himself, "did the diarrhea stop? How's your belly-" without waiting for an answer, Leo went in, planting his hand to Jon's bloated middle.
His belly was still sticking out, but the angry gurgling had reduced considerably and it was no longer that warm to the touch. Jonah corroborated Leo's finding by grumbling "it's fine," and then burying his face in the pillow, clearly embarrassed.
The blonde let out a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his temple and climbing back on the bed, "c'mere, love," he said, pulling the sheets in order to drag Jonah closer to him and forcing the other man to uncurl, so Leo could take the spot currently occupied by his pillow.
Jon let out a grumble, followed by a happy sigh as his cheek met Leo's chest and he was wrapped up in a hug, "Greece is getting to you," he mumbled, squirming and snuggling up even more, "you're pudgy."
"Go to sleep, Jonah," Leo chuckled, rolling his eyes and pressing a kiss to the top of his head, "you're delusional."
