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On a sunny afternoon, Jay and Bey set sail on a luxurious yacht, the gentle waves of the ocean lapping at the sides as they cruised through the shimmering water. The breeze was light, and laughter filled the air, but as the day wore on, Jay started to feel a wave of nausea wash over him. He tried to ignore it at first, but soon, the vibrant colors of the ocean began to swirl, and his head throbbed like a drum.
“Bey…” he groaned, his voice weak, the sunlight suddenly feeling too bright. “I think I’m going to die.”
Bey turned to him, her eyes filled with concern. “You’re being dramatic, Jay. Just breathe. What do you need?”
“Only you,” he replied, collapsing onto a plush cushion, clutching his head with one hand. All he longed for was Bey—her presence, her warmth. He could feel the nausea curling in his stomach, and he could think of nothing but the comfort of her arms.
With a soft smile, she moved closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him toward her. He laid his head on her chest, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat began to soothe him. “You’re okay,” she whispered, rubbing his temples gently. “Just close your eyes. I’m here.”
Jay let out a dramatic sigh. “I feel like I’m on the brink of death. This is the end for me, Bey. I can see the light.”
Bey chuckled, her fingers moving in soft circles on his scalp. “Oh please, you’re not dying. Just a little seasick, that’s all. You need to man up. Besides, I can’t let you die on my watch.”
He groaned again, burying his face deeper into her. “It’s too much. I need a doctor. Or maybe just some ginger ale.
Or maybe some of your love"He said pulling her bikini top to the side and started sucking her boobs in a non sexual way. They were his obsession. He could never pass on an oppertunity to play with them or look at them or suck them. Bey always let him be and let him have his fun.
With a laugh, Bey teased him, “Maybe you just need a nap. You’re acting like such a baby. Babyy stop sucking on my boobs please. You're sick but you still playing"
“Maybe I am a baby,” he said, his voice muffled against her as he put her boob back into her bikini top. “A big, helpless baby.”
She stroked his hair soothingly, feeling his tension slowly fade. “Just relax, Jay. I promise you’ll feel better soon. You’re safe with me.”
As her fingers continued their rhythmic motion, Jay’s eyelids grew heavy. The gentle rocking of the yacht and the sound of the waves lulled him into a peaceful slumber, the tension in his body slowly dissolving. Bey watched him sleep, a smile on her face, thankful that she could be there for him in that moment.
After what felt like hours of serenity, the sound of footsteps approached the deck. It was Gloria, Jay's mom, and Tina, Bey’s mom, both of whom looked around curiously at the scene before them. They spotted Jay nestled against Bey, who was still gently rubbing his head.
“Aw, look at you two!” Gloria exclaimed, her hands on her hips. “What happened to him?”
Bey lifted her head, a grin spreading across her face. “He’s seasick. Poor thing.”
Tina giggled. “He looks so helpless! Is he always this dramatic?”
“Pretty much,” Bey replied with a laugh. “He said he feels like he’s dying.”
Gloria rolled her eyes playfully. “Jay, you’re such a big baby when you’re sick. You need to toughen up!”
Jay stirred slightly at the commotion, groaning softly, “I’m not a baby, Mom… I’m just… very ill.” He peeked up at them with weary eyes, clearly still half asleep.
“Sure, honey. That’s what they all say,” Gloria chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you sure he’s okay, Bey? Do we need to call a doctor?”
Bey smiled reassuringly. “He’s going to be fine. Just needs some rest and maybe a little ginger ale when he wakes up.”
Tina leaned in closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. “How did you manage to get him this cozy? I mean, he looks like he’s wrapped around you like a little koala.”
“Somehow, he just found his way into my arms,” Bey said, stroking Jay’s hair again, her affection evident. “And it seems he doesn’t want to leave.”
Gloria couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, don’t let him get too comfortable! You might spoil him!”
Bey just smiled, glancing down at Jay, who had fallen back into a peaceful slumber, his head nestled against her. “Let him have his moment. He deserves it,” she whispered.
As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, painting the horizon with shades of orange and pink, the laughter and chatter continued on deck. The yacht rocked gently, cradling them all in its embrace, while Bey held Jay close, content to be his safe haven, even if just for the day.
