J+C: DRABBLES

☆Jake's Sick☆

cw: vomit, sick behavior, sensory issues/overload

[ Jake's bf Carrington takes care of him ! ]

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Jake suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Rushing to the bathroom. Leaving his boyfriend alone in the bedroom as he is puking in the toilet.

Carrington woke up the moment he heard Jake running to the bathroom. He let out a soft groan and sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Jake?" He called out, his voice hoarse from sleep. "Are you okay?

Jake continues to vomit in the toilet. Coughing and hacking up puke. He grimaced at the taste and coughed more.

Concern etched on his face, Carrington got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He stood outside the door, knocking softly. "Hey, babe. You alright?" He called out again, his voice laced with worry.

"Yeah," Jake croaked out before he puked more into the toilet bowl. Gripping the sides as he puking his guts out.

Carrington grimaced at the sound of Jake puking. He hated seeing his boyfriend in pain, especially if it was because he was sick. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, going to kneel beside Jake.

"Jesus, babe. You sound like you're dying." He joked lightly, though there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"I am, dying" Jake replied, gagging and puking more. He was out of breath.

Carrington couldn't help but roll his eyes at Jake's response. He reached out and gently rubbed his back, trying to soothe him. "You're being dramatic. You're not dying." He said, though his voice was laced with affection.

Jake flushed the toilet. Cringing at the taste of puke in his mouth. "ITS GROSS!" He exclaimed. Rushing to the sink and rinsing his mouth out.

Carrington chuckled softly, watching as Jake rinsed his mouth out. "I know, babe. I know." He said, getting up and standing behind him. He wrapped his arms around Jake's waist and pulled him close, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Jake whined, "Ewwww theres puke on meeee." He looked at his shirt. "And you shouldn't touch me! I don't want you sick!"

Carrington rolled his eyes again, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I don't care if there's puke on you, babe. I'll touch you all I want." He teased, nuzzling his face into the crook of Jake's neck.

Jake's neck feels extremely feverish. He has sweat slicked on his forehead. Yet goosebumps on his arms.

Carrington frowned as he felt the heat radiating off of Jake's neck. He placed a hand on his forehead, feeling the sweat and goosebumps. "You're burning up, babe." He said, concern lacing his voice. "You're definitely sick."

Jake whined, "Nooo." As he wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Fuck, i need a shower.."

Carrington chuckled softly at Jake's whining, but he could see that he was clearly uncomfortable. "A shower sounds like a good idea." He agreed, stepping back from him. "Do you want me to help you?"

Jake tried to stand but he started to get dizzy and disoriented. He gripped the counter. "..Maybe a bath actually."

Carrington quickly reached out to steady Jake as he started to sway. "Easy, babe. Let's get you to the bath." He said, wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him to the tub.

Carrington helped Jake over and turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was a comfortable temperature. He plugged the drain and turned back to Jake, who was still looking a bit unsteady.