Shorts (Literally. Maybe Even Coming Off.)

Sam Gillespie + Ben Killinger (1)

"Oooh!" He moaned. "It hurts, it hurts!"

His bulging belly was red and hot. He didn't remember exactly why he felt sick, he just knew that it was terrible. He tried curling up in a ball but that just sent spasms of pain through his already aching middle. Then he laid on his back but that just stretched out his stomach even more and made it hurt worse. Eventually, he just scrunched up on the couch with his knees near his chest and his arms cradling his belly protectively. Slowly, he drifted into fitful slumber.

He was woken by a cool touch on his forehead. He looked up to see the face of his friend, another boy in Ravenclaw house. "Ben, you're burning up. Why are you down in the common room and not in bed?"

Ben was confused. Why was he here? Why hadn't he gone to bed? "I don't know." He shook his head and then wished he hadn't. A bubble of nausea rose in his stomach. He looked down at himself and realized his shirt was up, exposing his swollen belly. Guiltily, he pulled it down, glancing up at the other boy to make sure he hadn't seen.

He noticed that, although this boy seemed familiar to him, he wasn't exactly sure of his name. He didn't think they'd been formerly introduced, although the boy obviously knew him.

"Um," he said shyly, "What's your name?"

"I'm Sam. Sam Gillespie."

"Ben Killinger. But you seem to know that already."

All of a sudden, Ben felt like he was going to be sick. He must have looked a little green because Sam asked if he was ok. Ben shook his head no, right before throwing up on the carpet in front of him. Which also happened to be where Sam was standing.

He puked all over Sam's shoes. Sam would have been mad, but Ben was clutching his middle and he looked really awful. He was sort of hunched over and just... well... y'know. Really pitiful, the poor thing.

Sam rubbed Ben's back until he thought the worst of it was over. "Do you think you can stand up?" he asked Ben.

"I'm not sure," the sick boy replied, coughing slightly. "I'm sorry. I got sick on your shoes."

"Don't worry about it," Sam said gently. "They're just shoes." With a wave of his wand he got the sick out of the carpet and the worst of it off his shoes. He would deal with them later.

"Can you stand up?" he asked again.

Ben tried to get into a sitting position but even from where Sam was standing he could hear Ben's stomach fiercely protesting. Ben attempted standing, but he gasped sharply, putting a hand to his middle and then sitting down abruptly again.

"I guess that's a no, then," Sam sighed. Ben nodded miserably, his stomach gurgling angrily at him.

"Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey? I'm sure she has a potion that could soothe your stomach."

Ben shook his head. "I doubt I could keep anything down at the moment. Oww!" He tried to hold back a whimper as another cramp hit.

"Well, we can't leave you here. The other students may be unsettled. Do you mind rooming with me for a while?"

Ben made some sort of consensual noise and then rapidly gestured he was about to be sick again. Sam kindly conjured a bucket.

About ten minutes later, Ben's second puking episode was complete. Sam got rid of the bucket. "Since you can't stand, I'll have to carry you," he said, matter of factly.

Ben looked skeptical. Sam was a skinny boy with a small frame, most well known for studying through meal times. Ben on the other hand was a stocky, tallish boy who happened to have a gut full of who know's what at the moment.

"Don't you think I can do it?" Sam's brown eyes looked down into Ben's green ones. "Here, put your arm around my neck like this." He proceeded to pick Ben up bridal style. "Tell me and I'll put you down whenever you need." Ben was not light, especially not now. Sam was surprised that he was able to hold this much weight in his arms.

Carefully, he navigated his way up the stairs and into his room, trying to walk as smoothly as possible, so as not to jostle his unhealthy burden. Gently, he laid Ben on the bed. "Try to get some sleep, if you can. There's a bucket here for you if you need it." Sam dimmed the lights and then tried to get comfortable on the floor.

Ben's stomach was surprisingly loud but Sam had heard stories about the snoring. There was none of that. He had nearly drifted off to sleep when he heard a quiet noise. Not the unhappy noises of Ben's stomach, but something more human. He lay quiet until he heard it again. A small whimper.

He crawled closer to the bed. It was definitely Sam. He stood up, still hiding in the shadow. A little moonlight shone through his closed window onto the bed. Ben was there, his shirt pulled up and boxers down quite a ways. Now Sam could see the uncomfortably large bulge of his friend's belly. Ben grimaced and twisted his fists in the sheets as another spasm of pain skittered across his middle. Sam could see the sheen of sweat all over him and hear the quiet moans escaping his mouth.

Sam climbed onto the bed and Ben tensed. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" he whispered.

Sam ignored the question. "How much does it hurt?"

"I'm ok, really," the boy answered.

Sam lightly rested his hand on Ben's stomach. It was radiating heat and Ben was shaking all over. Sam could feel him pulling away from his touch.

"How much does it hurt?" he asked again.

"K-kind of a lot," Ben stuttered. "Please stop." Ben clenched his fists in the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut as another shot of pain stabbed through his middle. Sam felt Ben's stomach become almost rigidly hard as he tensed from the pain.

"Please... Stop." The boy whimpered as he slowly relaxed. "Hurts..."

Sam thought he might have seen a tear in the poor boy's eye.

Gently he ran a finger over the tight, hot skin. Ben shivered and moaned. Sam placed both hands on the round bulge, lightly rubbing circles on it. While Ben was glad of the coolness, he was very hot, the pressure was getting increasingly uncomfortable.

Quickly he pushed Sam's hands away and leaned over the bucket, barely making it in time. Sam rubbed his back instead, removing his sweat soaked shirt entirely. Ben found this more comforting. When he had finished, however, Sam wouldn't move so he could lay down again.

"If this is the only thing that you can do to relieve the pressure, it would be wise to get it all out at once."

Ben moaned but he didn't really have much choice. Once Sam's hands started kneading his poor stomach, there was no going back.

It was nearly three by the time nothing else would come out. Ben's stomach was very uncomfortable but he felt a little better. Suddenly, he was very dizzy and very tired. He leaned back against Sam. "Thank you," he whispered, before falling asleep completely.

"Anytime," Sam whispered into Ben's sweat soaked hair. He kissed the sleeping boy, before falling asleep in the bed beside him.

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just used hogwarts for the setting. these aren't based on any specific characters but please comment if you'd like me to continue this story bc i have a few ideas. if you don't like the type of thing i'm writing please feel free to not read it but please don't hate.