Keep Dreaming Up Ways to Survive

Chapter 15

Felix sat in his bed incredibly still as he tried to keep a straight face. Without notifying Dawson, another glob had appeared in his gut, but he was holding it in. It wasn't burning, but Felix could still definitely feel it was there. It was ignorable; the one thing that wasn't ignorable was the throbbing sting of his face. He was just about to start complaining when Dawson walked in, with ice in a bag being covered by a paper towel.
"Ok, I'm going to put this on your face now...." As he placed the ice on Felix's face, Dawson stated, "Damn Felix, I hate it when I hurt you. I'm sorry, I'll try to get my temper under control."
As he spoke, he embraced Felix in a one-armed hug and hadn't planned on letting go anytime soon. Felix flinched when he felt another glob form in his stomach, he was now somehow supposed to keep three globs in him. When Dawson felt him jump, he exclaimed, "Did I push the ice down too hard?!"
"You're fine. It's just..." Felix stopped talking. Letting his face lie on Dawson's chest, enjoying his rough scent.
As Felix realized what he was doing, he felt very wrong, so he quickly got up and said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
Heading to the bathroom, he heard Dawson cursing at himself for being stupid. But that was the least of his worries; what was worrying him was the fourth glob he had in his stomach right now and how the skin where he would imagine the globs were was turning red.
    It felt like he had burning indigestion; there was a fiery sensation that was continuing to spread through his entire torso. Felix collapsed to his knees and had no other choice but to call out to Dawson.
"Felix?"
"Please..." Felix gasped for air as the heat made its way to his lungs, "...Plastic... anything...."
Dawson saw fat tears spew pitifully down his face and knew he had to move quickly. He ran back into the room and looked around; that's when his eyes landed on a few yet-to-be-thrown-away water bottles. Dawson grabbed them, ran back to Felix, and gave some to him. Felix did what he needed to do and then let Dawson cradle him for a bit.
"Hey, there was a lesson that came with this! You can only have three globs in you at a time, at most four, but let's not push it." Dawson said, trying to lighten the mood. 
Felix wasn't listening to Dawson's words; all he could pay attention to was Dawson's hand caressing his stomach. The way his hand rotated and snapped back to its original spot made his eyes close. He applied pressure in the right places, and the roughness of Dawson's hand made it feel ten times better. Felix released a breath of satisfaction and maybe a little more.
"Felix...?" Dawson asked with a smirk and a light blush.
"Hm...."
Dawson leaned close to Felix's ear and said, "You're hard."
Felix opened his eyes and sat up; looking down, he saw a bulge that was not there before. The first thing that came to Felix's mind was that Dawson had done that. Nothing had clicked in Felix's mind until he felt Dawson's mouth on his neck.
"Dawson! Jesus!" Felix exclaimed, palming Dawson's face away, "You got to leave."
Dawson watched as Felix started to walk away from him, which made him mad.
"Why you little-" Dawson stopped mid-sentence, he wanted Felix to like him, and so he shouldn't get mad at his choice, "It's fine."
Dawson was about to leave when he saw Felix crying silently in the corner.
"Ay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry. I hope you know that."
Felix's mind was running at a thousand miles per hour, but the only coherent thought was, "I got hard. From a guy."