why don't we | sickfics

(headspace) jonah - food poising

requested: -wavingherron
! age regression, throwing up | jeben

"what do you wanna eat, bub?"

"i dunno."

"sweetheart."

"hm?"

"you know if i chose, you're gonna be all pouty because you wanted something else." jonah grumbled from where he was hiding his face in eben's chest, turning his head to the side to peek up at the blonde's smiling face. "there he is."

"i don't wanna move."

"yeah, well i can hear your stomach from over here. he needs food, jo."

"mmh no he's okay. he's cozy." jonah mumbled, letting his head fall back into the crook of the older's neck.

eben let out a small laugh, patting jonah's back before sitting up, the movement dragging a whine out of the boy on his chest, "i know, bubba. c'mon we need to get some food in you."

the boy huffed but let eben carry him around with not much further complaints.

jonah woke up feeling a bit floaty today. he didn't feel particularly little, just hovering in the small space between. he was content just lazing around in eben's hoodies and hugs all day.

eben knew this and tried not to push the boy too much, allowing him to worm around under their covers all day. but with jonah in this semi-vulnerable position, eben knew he had to be firm. and he had to get food inside his boy; whether he liked it or not.

"can we get sushi?" jonah finally proposed once eben had carried him out of their room.

"'course. where do you wanna get 'em from?" eben hummed, pressing a kiss to his boy's forehead.

"'dunno, do they still have that buffet at the studio?"

"probably, c'mon.

eben was grateful jonah hadn't fallen to far to be unable to walk. the blonde helped the boy into the front seat with a few grumbled complaints from the brunette before he was in the driver's seat, letting jonah mess with the radio.

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"why are you getting sushi from a studio buffet?"

jonah hummed at the boy next to him, "why not?"

"i don't know, salmonella poisoning? s'kind of a big deal."

the brunette scoffed as he pushed jack away from where he leaned over his shoulder, "no shit, jack. why would the studio have sushi here if it was bad? i'm pretty sure they'd sue the food company before the food even got to us."

"now you know management does not care that much." daniel snorted from his place in front of the pasta.

"true. but still it's here and i was craving sushi and i couldn't think of anywhere else."

"so you came back from your early leave to steal our food and bother us." zach questioned.

"you wish i'd graced you with my presence." jonah very purposely ignored the sound of protest from the younger, "and it's free food."

"yeah free food paid for by literal blood sweat and tears."

"you guys are negative today." jonah pouted.

"we didn't all get to go home and sleep in a warm bed with our oddly warm boyfriends." corbyn mused.

"no hitting on my boyfriend, mister."