Topless Christmas {Cellbit/Roier} {AU} {Short Story}

Topless Christmas

"Ay! Cellbo, take it easy." Roier rushed over to help Cellbit put on a loose sweater.

"It hurts so bad to lift my arms." Cellbit groaned once the sweater was on.

"I know, I know. Cuánto dolor ahora?" {How much pain now?}

"Es mejor." {It's better.} Cellbit laid back in the bed and sighed as Roier covered him up.

"Are you still cold, my love?"

"A little..." Cellbit shivered. And shivering caused pain throughout his chest.

"Aw...Gatinho." Roier sat on the bed. "The fire is...is ardiendo perfectamente." {Burning perfectly.}

"Me mata." {Kill me.}

Roier put a hand on his husband's shoulder. "It's worse than you thought?"

"The pain is about what I expected." Cellbit rubbed his eyes. "But mentally it's so much worse."

"Can I do something more to help you?" Roier rubbed his shoulder soothingly. "Anything you need?" He had already taken care of Cellbit for the last few days. He would continue.

"Mn, Me mata." {Kill me.}

Roier sighed and pulled out his phone after it went off. "Disculpe, mi amor." {Excuse me, my love.} "Hello? Yes?" Roier answered the call. "Oh, no. No, I can't come. Cellbit is still needing my help..."

Cellbit shifted around and closed his eyes. He felt terrible that Roier wasn't able to go to the holiday party.

"No, I always will choose my husband." Roier laughed, joking lightly with whoever was on the end. "He need my love...and my gran polla! Ya! No, no, I definitely have a polla mas grande! Compare to you, yes!" {Author is not translating}

Cellbit nudged him. "Hey! ¿Quién es?" {Who is it?}

"Es BadBoyHalo."

"Oi! No hables de tu polla!" Cellbit snatched the phone. "Hello, Bad. I'm sorry about Roier. How's the party? ...oh, yeah that sounds really nice. Roier might be able to come later, okay? Yeah. Goodbye, I'm sorry again...You don't know what he was saying? Don't...don't worry about it."

Roier laughed as Cellbit tossed his phone back after hanging up. "Lo siento marido." {I'm sorry husband.}

"Go get ready and go to the party." Cellbit told Roier with an eye roll.

"What? I'm not going to the party, man. You're not well. You need me here to make sure you're okay."

"I'm okay, I have to take my medicine in an hour. Then I'll be asleep for almost all night."

"But what if you need something and I'm not here? Pendejo I'm going to be here with you, and make sure you're okay. You know, I love you." Roier got up and walked to the bedroom door. "I'm going to get you somethings to eat. And I'll bring your medicine, okay?"

Cellbit said nothing as Roier left. He knew how much Roier loved to party. In any other circumstance Roier would not have missed this party. Everyone on the island was together, having so much fun. BadBoyHalo himself was drinking and doing karaoke.

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When Roier came back up the stairs he was holding a microwavable meal. Not because he couldn't cook– because he and Cellbit learned to make a lot of good food together. But they didn't have many ingredients. "Here, Bebé. A frozen enchiladas."

"Fuck, I hope you at least warmed it." Cellbit joked with a thick congested voice. He had been crying.

"Uh yeah– no soy muy estúpido." {I'm not very stupid.} Roier set the criminally nasty enchiladas down on Cellbit's nightstand. "Bebé bebé... ¿estás llorando?" {Baby, baby...are you crying?} Roier sat on the bed. "I know it's not as good as our enchiladas, but you don't have to cry!" Roier was a repeat offender when it came to joking through terrible times.