Pardon The Way That I Stare

Out Cold

A few minutes later, Alastor felt the pressure on his shoulder where Lucifer was resting his head grow heavier and heavier. He glanced over, his amusement deepening as he realized that Lucifer had dozed off, the remnants of their drinks catching up to him.

With a chuckle, Alastor finished his own drink and didn't hesitate to scoop Lucifer into his arms, cradling him effortlessly. As he carried him through the dimly lit corridor, he walked past Charlie, who was chatting with Vaggie.

"Hey, Alastor!" Charlie called out, noticing the slumbering figure in his arms. "Looks like he's not much of a strong drinker, huh?"

Alastor smirked, trying to keep his tone casual. "Oh, he'll be just fine. Just taking a little nap," he replied, maintaining his playful demeanor even as he felt a surge of protectiveness over Lucifer.

"Right! Just don't let him wake up with a hangover!" Charlie teased, her smile warm as she waved him off.

With a lighthearted wave back, Alastor continued down the corridor, the weight of Lucifer feeling perfectly natural in his arms. He arrived at their cabin and gently nudged the door open with his foot.

Inside, he carefully set Lucifer down on the bed, making sure he was comfortable before getting to work. He stripped off Lucifer's clothes with careful precision, easing each article away to ensure he was relaxed. Once he had removed Lucifer's shirt and pants, he quickly discarded his own clothes, not wanting to feel any less comfortable himself.

Climbing into bed, Alastor settled in beside Lucifer, feeling a rush of warmth and affection as he laid the sleeping man's head against his chest. He could hear Lucifer's soft breathing, a steady rhythm that calmed him even further.

"Sweet dreams, dear," he whispered, running his fingers gently through Lucifer's hair. As he felt Lucifer snuggle closer, Alastor couldn't help but smile, a feeling of contentment washing over him.

With the moonlight streaming through the window and the gentle sounds of the ocean outside, Alastor allowed himself to relax, basking in the intimacy of the moment. It felt right, being here with Lucifer, and as he closed his eyes, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

—

A few hours later, Lucifer stirred, but it wasn't the only thing stirring. Alastor woke up to the unsettling sight of Lucifer looking rather unwell, his brow furrowed and his complexion pale. Without hesitation, Alastor reached for the trash can from beside the bed and placed it in front of him just in time.

Not a second later, a wave of popcorn, chips, and cocktails came spilling out of Lucifer's mouth, the sound of retching filling the cabin. Alastor quickly moved to rub Lucifer's back, his touch gentle and soothing as he encouraged him through the waves of nausea. "Just let it out, dear," he murmured, concern etched across his face. "You'll feel better soon."

Lucifer groaned between bouts of vomiting, each heave wracking his body as Alastor remained steadfast by his side, offering comfort until the retching finally subsided. When he was finished, Alastor took the trash can and, wrinkling his nose at the smell, stepped out onto the balcony to dispose of it.

After placing the trash can outside, he returned to the room, where Lucifer was slumped on the bed, looking utterly miserable. "I'm so sorry," Lucifer croaked, his voice weak and strained.

Alastor shook his head, settling down beside him. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Lucifer. You're okay, and that's what matters," he reassured him, brushing a stray hair from Lucifer's forehead.

"Do you feel better?" Alastor asked, concern still evident in his tone.

Lucifer took a deep breath and nodded, albeit slowly. "A little, I think," he replied, though his eyes still glistened with the remnants of tears.

Alastor shifted onto his side, positioning himself to face Lucifer, who was huddled against him, clearly still feeling the effects of his hangover. He wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles. "Just rest," Alastor whispered. "You'll be alright."

As Alastor continued to gently rub his back, he felt Lucifer's body start to relax against him, the tension easing with each reassuring stroke. Within moments, Lucifer's eyelids grew heavy, and the softness of Alastor's touch lulled him into a deeper sleep, the hangover slowly fading into the background.

"Sleep, dear," Alastor murmured, a smile creeping onto his lips as he held him close. "I'll be right here." And with that, Alastor closed his eyes, feeling grateful to be there for Lucifer in his time of need.