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Too many sweets, Gerard panics.
He brings a fourth cupcake to his mouth, wincing as his tummy aches horribly.
He whines and begs for them to stop.
Grant kisses frosting-covered lips as Gerard shovels in another 3 cupcakes, bringing the total to 7.
“Grant…” He whines.
“Shh, eat up, kitten.”
Gerard feels his face flush as he continues to eat a box of cookies, his tummy starting to feel queasy, and churning dangerously.
He eats the box of Oreos and Grant brings out the final course, a tub of ice cream from Sam’s Club, cookies and cream flavour of course.
Gerard digs in, as his tummy fills with the cold confection, he can feel it reacting with the other sweets residing in his gut.
He whines and rubs his upset belly.
“Grant….” He moans feeling properly sick now.
“Gerard. Finish that ice cream. For me?”
Gerad can’t stomach more ice cream, but Grant is looking at him so that it pushes him to force the remainder of the pint down.
He swallows and groans, his gut sloshing and aching horribly.
“Grant…” He moans.
Grant lay on Gerard’s dome of a stomach, listening to the sounds of Gerard’s painful digestion.
Gerard can feel the ice cream churning like butter in his belly.
He whines and whimpers as he belches up sour-tasting air.
Grant kisses Gerard’s belly, causing him to cry and push a hand into his belly.
“Grant….my tummy feels gross….” He sobs.
“Do you think you need to vomit?” They ask as they press harder on Gerard’s swollen stomach.
Gerard hiccups and soon all hope is lost as he vomits on the bedsheets and his belly.
He starts to cry harder and hugs his aching gut.
“G…Grant…my…st-stomach hurts!!” He sobs.
Gerard keeps vomiting as the sweets are rejected from his tummy.
An hour later he feels exhausted,
He’s shaking and sweating and the smell of sickness is heavy in the air.
“Gee…here…”
Gerard rolls over and looks up at Grant who is holding a can of clear soda for his gut.
Gerard doesn’t thank them, but the look on Gerard’s face tells them he’s grateful for his lover.
Gerard sips on the bubbly drink and his stomach seems to calm down and he belches up the air trapped in his gut.
Soon, he’s completely spent and passes out on the bed, Grant beside him, as they kiss red long locks and rub his upset belly.
Grant would hold him all night if they could. When morning comes, Gerard still looks ill, and Grant has belly ache medicine for Gerard.
Gerard dutifully takes the medicine and falls back asleep.
When he awakes Grant is reading a book and smiles at Gerard.
“Good morning, kitten. How are you feeling?”
“Stomach still feels questionable, but I don’t think I’ll need to vomit again…” Gerard confesses.
Grant kisses Gerard’s bare shoulder and smiles.
“I’m glad. You were waging quite a war in that tummy of yours, Gee.”
Gerard snuggles closer to Grant and Grant holds him as they rub his belly. Gerard is soon fast asleep, smiling and snoring softly.
FIN.