Michael Clifford sickfics

Planes suck

Request by @mrs_tomlinson, this is when they went on their first tour with Hot Chelle Rae so it's fetus 5sos
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Michael hated planes, he hated the thought of being a million feet off the ground and flying on something that could shake any moment and fall down. Michael sat in the waiting area (I have no fucking idea what it's called) and was nervously biting his nails, "Babe, you're gonna hurt yourself." Luke cooed as he pulled Michael's hand away from his mouth. "I can't help it, I don't wanna go on the goddamn plane." Michael whined, then their plane was called. "You're gonna be fine." Luke cooed, "But, I-I've never been on a plane before Luke." Michael admitted in fear and gripped onto his boyfriend's hand as they sat down. "It's gonna be fine babe." Luke cooed, "Can I have a kiss?" Michael pouted and Luke pecked his lips, "Nu-uh, get back here." Michael smirked and put his hand on Luke's cheek as he kissed him hard, pulling away when they were out of breath. Michael rested his head on Luke's shoulder and squeezed his hand as the plane took off, his tummy felt like it was moving along with the plane and he started to feel nauseous. Luke started to play with Michael's fringe, "You okay babe?" He asked and flipped the armrest up so he could pull Michael into his chest, "Not really." He mumbled and put a hand on his achy tummy. "Tummy hurt?" Luke asked and Michael nodded, taking out the air sickness bag to be prepared. "Just tell me if you feel like you're gonna be sick okay?" He cooed and Michael nodded, leaning on Luke and closing his eyes, but opening them when the plane got hit with some turbulence and his tummy muscles clenched as it forced up his breakfast. "Luke?" He whimpered and his boyfriend looked at him, "Are you gonna be sick?" He asked and Michael rapidly nodded,  gagging softly and Luke opened the sickness bag under his chin just as vomit spewed out of his mouth, involuntary tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued bringing up his stomach contents for a good 10 minutes. He paused and gulped hard, wiping his mouth and falling back into his seat, Luke handed a flight attendant the bag of sick and felt Michael lay his head on his shoulder. "I wanna get off." He sniffled and Luke pulled him closer, "You'll be okay, just breathe okay?" Luke cooed and Michael nodded, still nauseous and his tummy felt icky. Michael scooted over a little and buckled his seatbelt, closing his eyes and feeling Luke's hand on his tummy, rubbing it softly and he smiled, feeling better and drifting off into dream land.