Hey you, friendly reminder that using spoons on a hobby or something that brings you joy is just as important as doing those chores your brain is beating you up over. I double dip pinky promise.
Mmmghdgdhbdhdhdg there’s nothing cuter than when an upset tummy makes a guy all whiny and vocal about how uncomfortable it feels… repeating how “he ate waaay too much” and how his belly “is SO full,” clutching his distended gut; burping and groaning. And of course those those classic lines that get you every time, hearing them out loud; “ohhh my tummy…” “it hurts…”
Bonus points for any self-soothing belly rub action, watching them slip a hand under their shirt (hehe, if you’re lucky this is when you might be able to spot a little bit of belly bloat sticking out) and wince as they weakly try to massage out the waves of sickness rolling through their guts.
Makes me weaaaak seeing him rendered helpless over all that trouble his poor tummy is stirring up inside 💘💘
pretty boy whimpering in your shoulder while being curled on himself and holding your hand like a little coala all because of his terrible stomach pain. and squirming. a lot. time’s pacing and his little whimpers and whines became sniffles, and little gurgles his stomach made became agressive churning.
poor thing, you think, while handing him another cup of tea with added laxatives.
Hi soup. Can we do a leo fic. Like his tummy is very bloated for whatever reason you choose and he’s very uncomfortable and jonah is rubbing his belly and helping him burp. You can choose if it house emeto or not but I just want him to have a very bloated belly that makes him very gassy from both ends. Thank youuu. 🎀
Jonah moved around the apartment, picking up JD by the scruff and chuckling when she let out an indignant meow. He pressed a kiss between her ears, keeping her up as he continued to wipe down every surface that was visible.
Leo was out with Max, they were apparently working on some decor project on Daniel's apartment, and Leo was very excited about it. Jonah had planned on lazing around, then he had dinner plans with Wendy. A dinner and a movie, four hours spent together where he could get a good look at her. He was on suspension from work, so truly a mini vacations.
Somehow, his impromptu cleaning of the kitchen had turned into the whole place and he was quite fine with it. Music was playing, JD had climbed up his arm and was now getting comfortable balancing herself on his shoulder, the little minx that she was...
The front door opened and in walked Leo, slamming it shut.
"Oh- Hi?" Jon jumped, surprised, causing JD to sink her nails on his back and jump down.
"Hi."
"Uhh... I thought you were going to be out until later?" Jonah circled the television rack he had been cleaning, walking closer.
Leo was in his full fratboy glory, something Jonah rarely saw these days. He loved it, reminded him of when they had met. The blonde's hair was held back by a snapback and he was wearing jeans covered in dried paint splashes, as well as a black wifebeater with dust marks on it. His cheeks were pink.
"I was," Leo crossed his arms, staring ahead, "Max kicked me out."
"Daniels kicked you out?" Jonah wrinkled his nose, disliking the sentence, "why would he do that? Aren't you doing free labor for him?"
"Yeah!" Leo scoffed, clearly offended, "but he said he was done with the painting today and kicked me out. I think I got on his nerves."
"You?" Jonah rolled his eyes, as if he didn't know damn well Leo could be annoying when he wanted to be. But fuck Max Daniels, why the hell was he making Leo feel like he was a burden?
Jon mentally put a tally under Max's name, one he was sure Luke would appreciate.
"He said my voice was giving him a headache," Leo grumbled, "dude has no manners at all."
"You like'em rough around the edges," Jonah teased, lowering himself between Leo's knees, mind filling with ways to cheer his husband up, "his loss, baby. Can I cheer you up?"
"No, go away," Leo pushed him by the forehead, just as his stomach emitted a loud whine. Jonah's eyebrows jumped.
"What the hell...?" He frowned, "was that hunger? Are you hungry? I thought you were gonna have lunch with Dan-"
"We did, we had Burger King," Leo grimaced, "greasy as hell."
"Oh," Jonah sat on his heels, resting his elbows on Leo's knee, "you've got an upset stomach."
Now it was all coming together more clearly. Leo could be quite cranky when he didn't feel well and if he hadn't come clean to Max — which he probably wouldn't have, far too embarrassed — it made sense why the other guy had gotten sick of his grumpy attitude and kicked Leo out.
"I think I just overdid it," Leo gulped down, "Max couldn't handle half of his stuff, I didn't want him to feel bad about it, because I said it was my treat and he picked the restaurant..."
"So you ate twice as much of junk food than you normally would?" Jonah smiled, then lunged forward, pressing a kiss to Leo's tummy. It was so fucking adorable-
"UOrup!" Leo jerked with a burp, not even bothering to cover his mouth until it was halfway through. He whined, fist pressed to his lips, "don't touch me."
"Because you're a gas bomb?" Jonah teased him, but did obey, pulling back and searching for the electrostatic duster he had been holding, "do you want tums? Or just peppermint tea?"
"No," Leo groaned dramatically, leaning back on the couch and kicking off his shoes, "it's too upset to put anything in it right now."
Jonah tsk-ed under his breath and got back to his task of cleaning. JD climbed the couch in order to nibble Leo's ear, meowing as he lowered a hand to her back and started petting her.
They stayed quiet for a minute, interrupted just by Leo burping or JD meowing, soft music still playing. Jonah was quite comfortable and he had just finished off the living room and was planning to go take a shower, so he could be ready for his dinner with Wen, when Leo let out a groan and hunched forward, planting an elbow on his knee and a hand holding his forehead.
"Leo?" Jonah called, stepping closer, and the blonde only grunted in response, his face pale and his eyes closed, "baby?"
He crouched down next to Leo's knee and his husband swallowed thickly, "don't feel good..."
"I can see that," Jonah pushed the golden strands of hair away from Leo's clammy face, "nauseous?"
He nodded, gulping down, "gotta burp, but-" his cheeks puffed with a weak, airy burp to illustrate his point, "not-"
"Okay, okay, I got you," Jonah stood up, moving so he could sit next to him on the couch and starting to pat Leo's back as if he was a baby. Normally this helped, but today Leo only groaned, curling up even more.
Jon pressed his lips into a frustrated line, upset on Leo's behalf, "not helping," he voiced what his husband was probably thinking, then spread out slightly, patting Leo's thigh, "get between my legs-"
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Leo's words were getting sticky, clearly queasy, but he did obey with sluggish movements. Now settled behind Leo, Jonah slid his hands under the other man's arm and planted them on Leo's stomach.
He was puffed out, belly tight and sensitive to the touch, warm too. Leo groaned, "Jon, I don't think this is such a good idea..."
"I know what I'm doing," Jonah snapped, pressing his mouth to Leo's shoulder, pressing around gently. Leo was tense, stiff as a board as he fought the mounting nausea, seeming more annoyed by Jon's helping hands than not.
Jonah moved his palm around, slowly, so he could feel when he hit a particularly sore spot, judging solely by Leo's breathing. He dug his thumb there, gently, rolling it in deeper-
"OWUORRP-" Leo jumped as the thick belch surged up, slamming a hand to his mouth because he thought he was going to vomit. Jonah snorted.
"Told ya, I know what I'm doing," he said smugly, pecking Leo's cheek with a kiss, loving how pink he had turned, "feel a bit better?"
"Do it again," Leo answered instead, face still burning with embarrassment.
He moved his hand, chasing a burbling he could feel near Leo's ribs, three fingers pushing in over the top of his belly, causing Leo to gag and fold with a nasty, wet belch.
"Fuck," he wiped at his lips, then rubbed his whole face, as it stopped being sickly pale or embarrassed-crimson, "yeah, alri-UFRORP!" Leo's eyes widened at the sudden burp, spooked by the suddenness of it, "wow- Sorr'HIC!" He jerked with a hiccup and Jonah snorted at his antics.
"Oh no," he chuckled, patting Leo's back as the blonde jumped with yet another hiccup, this one ending with a burp.
He sounded like a squeak toy, jumping with serial HIC-Urp, over and over.
Leo clutched his chest, thumping it to dislodge yet another belch and Jonah took pity on him, fingers pressing on his tummy, this time sliding right where his belly met his undone paint stained jean, under the elastic of his boxer briefs. Today his husband's belly was rounded enough he was able to slot his fingers on the curve it made. Jonah squeezed and Leo covered his mouth frantically, muffling a disgusting burp.
"Shit," his voice was muffled by the hands still there, "can't-OUrp-can'-Hic!"
"That's a lot," Jonah teased him, moving his palm so it was over Leo's navel and pushing in. A nasty, wet gurgle erupted and while Leo burped again, Jon was way more concerned by how sloshy that sounded. This couldn't be good, "are you still feeling sick...?"
"HIC-I-Urp-" Leo tried to answer, then shook his head and used Jonah's shoulder to push himself up from the couch, wrapping an arm around his upset belly and speeding down the hallway as fast as he could — which wasn't a lot.
Jonah cringed as the door of their guest bathroom slammed closed. He didn't dare move for a second, then stepped closer, grimacing as he could hear a string of disgusting noises coming from inside, "Leo?"
"G'uor-G'AWAY!"
"I am... I'm gonna go shower, okay? Uhm- Yell if you need-"
"LEAVE."
"Okay," Jonah winced, moving away from the door in an effort to offer him some privacy.
Leo stumbled into their bedroom right around the time Jonah stepped out of the bathroom, only pants on as he searched through their wardrobe for a shirt.
"I feel like shit," he groaned, falling face first on the bed, one arm wrapping around his stomach, the other around his pillow. Jonah's fingers brushed a deep red Henley he was considering wearing, but he didn't pick it off the hanger.
"How can I help?"
"Uhm," Leo's face scrunched up, pained lines around his eyes and lips turned down, "cuddle?"
Jonah's hand, hanging in the air, fell limply next to him, "okay, just give me a minute. Do you wanna change into something more comfortable?"
"Yeah, can you get me my pjs?"
"Maybe shower first?"
"Don't wanna move," Leo's cheeks puffed with an airy burp, no heat behind it, "please?"
"Fine," Jonah sighed, turning around and combing through their clothes. He fished out Leo's most ratty pjs, a set he had been meaning to replace for forever when his husband wasn't looking, and then stripped down his pants as well, switching them for a fresh set of sweatpants and bringing the clothes back to Leo.
His movements were sluggish and the blonde didn't even complain as Jonah sat on the edge of the bed and helped him strip the sweaty tanktop for the oversized shirt, his face all clammy and even his hair falling limply over his forehead, sticking to it. He had ditched the snapback on the bathroom.
"You look like hell," Jonah commented, causing Leo to pout, blue eyes meeting his with surprisingly amount of hurt. Jon snorted, rolling his eyes, "don't give me that face, you know you do."
"Kick me while I'm down, why don't you?" Leo said bitterly, falling onto his back and shimming out of his jeans, making no move to put on the pants Jonah still held.
"Put these on," Jon dropped the pants on top of Leo's bloated stomach, it was marking his shirt, a bump even when he lied flat on his back, "I'll make you some tea."
"Don't want tea," Leo grumbled, holding the pants with annoyance, seeming like he wished to never move again.
"I didn't ask," Jonah rolled his eyes, giving his husband's tummy a pat as he got up and left the room.
On his way to the kitchen he found his phone, abandoned in the living room, and quickly shot Wendy a text, rescheduling their dinner to tomorrow. Then he put the kettle on and rested against the fridge, waiting for her to answer.
She didn't.
He finished the tea, filling up two mugs and walking back to their bedroom.
Leo had put on the pjs pants and curled onto his side, in fetal position. He had a hand resting on his bloated belly and was breathing carefully, which caused Jonah to grimace, a spike of concern going through him, but he brushed it off. It was a bellyache, he didn't need to freak out.
"Here, baby," he planted Leo's mug on his bedside table, then circled the bed to put his own down, climbing onto the mattress, "take a sip."
"You're not the boss of me," Leo grumbled, but did unfold and took a small sip, planting the mug back down and scooting on the bed so he could press his cheek to Jonah's bicep, "it's so crampy."
"Gas?" Jon guessed, then snorted, because Leo's cheeks turned angry red, "don't be embarrassed, I've seen and heard worse."
"Shudup," Leo mumbled, just as Jonah turned on the bed in order to wrap himself around him, slotting his chin on Leo's shoulder and sliding his hands to his husband's upset stomach.
"You're being silly."
"You're killing the romance," Leo scoffed, then melted as Jonah started stroking his belly, palm sliding against the smooth skin. His stomach was stretched, it couldn't be feeling good, "...That feels great, though."
"Put the snapback on and we can start the romance right back up," Jonah grinned, intertwining their legs and burying his nose on Leo's neck, inhaling him.
The blonde shook with a chuckle, that quickly morphed into a groan as the shaking of his frame did not help his bellyache. He snuggled closer, "keep rubbing."
"So demanding," Jonah smiled, wrapping himself around Leo even tighter, "get some rest, you'll feel better in a bit."
