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Iceman understood that day was going to be rough since the morning, when he had heard his boyfriend, Maverick, gag and cry from next to him.
He immediately woke up and turned around in bed, furrowing his brows in concern.
Maverick's face was red and shining in sweat, his hair sweaty and plastered on his forehead. He was crying, body convulsing with sobs and gags.
"Mav, love, what's wrong?" Ice sat up, gathering him into his arms, feeling him tremble, "Hurts" it was just a rough whimper, but it absolutely broke Ice's heart.
"What hurts?" "Belly" whimpered the boy, glazy eyes fluttering shut, tears falling down.
Ice scrambled out of bed and speed walked towards the bathroom with Maverick nestled in his arms.
"Baby, it's alright, I know your belly hurts" Ice gently caressed his hair as he softly cooed and whispered into his ear, comforting him as the poor boy puked and gagged into the toilet bowl.
Suddenly, he quickly straightened himself, eyes wide and a broken whimper left his chapped lips. Before Ice could ask what was wrong, though, it hit his nose.
The smell he only had to feel a couple of times before.
He looked down and gulped. Mav's face had turned a deep red and he started sobbing. Hard.
Ice panicked, but then his rational size took control. "It's alright, my beautiful love. You're sick, it's normal to have accidents" 'and thank God I put you in a diaper last night', thought the man.
He helped Mav back on his feet, wiping his mouth with a wad of toilet paper, before picking him up once more, trying to not jostle him too much to not make his belly hurt even more.
Maverick was openly crying, his eyes scrunched up and a pained expression molding his tired, red face.
Ice's heart clenched and was destroyed by the sight, especially the way he screeched when the other boy laid him down onto the changing table, shrieking so loudly almost as if he was getting killed.
"Maverick, my love," but Ice couldn't say anything more, because he knew that words were futile in times like that one.
Maverick had always been a cuddly person, but when sick, he was the most clingy individual Ice had ever seen.
He made quick work at cleaning him, internally cringing by the huge mess in the diaper, before sitting him up onto the changing table.
"Hey, bud, why don't we cuddle on the couch while we watch TV, mh?" His voice was gentle and reassuring, Ice full of unhidden love for the shorter boy.
Mav attempted a tiny nod, eyes still watery, arms stretched towards the other. Poor boy looked absolutely worn out by throwing up.
Ice nodded too, gently picking him up and carrying him downstairs.
He posed him down onto the sofa, bundling him up with all the blankets he could find near, before running back upstairs to grab wet wipes and spare diapers.
He then grabbed a bucket, wanting to be ready if the puking was going to start again.
He finally slipped in next to the other one, holding him gently against his chest, plastic bucket still firm in one hand, while the other was rubbing Mav's back.
Mav was still whimpering, face half buried in Ice's chest, hands clenched around the soft fabric of his t-shirt. His tired eyes were heavy and blinking tiredly, all the energies drained from him.
He groaned quite loudly, before his face reddened again and Ice immediately understood what had just happened.
The crying started again and so did the tremors. He was feeling panicked and humiliated again.
Ice hugged him again even tighter, rocking back and forth in the narrow couch, head burying itself into the sweaty mass of dark brown hair.
He tried to make sure that Maverick knew what had just happened didn't mean anything to Ice, that he wasn't bothered by him soiling his diaper.
He was there for him for everything, just making sure he was loved and well taken care of.
"I love you, Mav. I love big you and little you" and he could swear that Mav had actually understood, the glint of love in his big green eyes finally shining through the tears and little headspace.
His wingman, his best friend, his little boy and biggest love.