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Phoenix woke up to a noise his half awake brain didn't recognize. He glanced at his nightstand and squinted at the alarm clock. It took several seconds for his brain to register that it read 5AM. Hm, that's a bit early. It took him little longer to realize there was no weight on his chest, no dip in the bed beside him, and no gentle snoring in his ear.
Where's Miles? He wakes up early, but he usually doesn't wake up until six.
The events of the night before slowly came back to him. It had been Maya's birthday, and she insisted on celebrating at the samurai themed bar in town. Franziska even had it arranged to be Steel Samurai themed for the occasion. Phoenix had stayed sober the whole night. He'd been proudly sober for a couple years and their friends, thankfully, respected and celebrated his sobriety.
Miles, however, had fallen victim to peer pressure.
It had started out with Miles trying a sip or two of Maya or Franziska's drinks when offered, while nursing the beer he'd ordered for himself. They were themed drinks, after all. Peach Princess Daiquiri, The Evil Martini, The Steel Screwdriver. . . Phoenix didn't find the names particularly well thought out, but Maya seemed to enjoy them. And so did Miles, though he never said as much Phoenix could tell by the small smile on his face while he read the menu.
Unfortunately, unlike his sister Miles did not possess German drinking genes. One beer, a couple sips of cocktails and a couple rounds of shots with Maya and Fran later and him and Maya were singing the Steel Samurai theme at the top of their lungs as loud and terribly as possible. Phoenix had to practically carry his boyfriend into the Uber while he rambled on about the importance of The Evil Magistrate's redemption arc. At least, Phoenix thought at the time, Miles had fun.
The cough and spit Phoenix heard from the bathroom confirmed that the noise that woke him up was the alcohol coming back to haunt his beloved. He dragged himself out of bed and shuffled over to the bathroom. He gently knocked on the door before pushing it open.
Kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet was an exhausted Miles. His face was paler than usual, almost green, though his cheeks were still flushed. He had one arm around his belly and the other resting on the edge of the toilet bowl, where he was resting his forehead. He lifted his head to squint at Phoenix when the door opened, then he dropped his head back onto his arm with a groan.
"Never doing that again. . ."
Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle. He walked over and knelt down beside Miles, then began to rub his back.
"Yeah, you got kinda shitfaced last night." Phoenix stopped rubbing Miles's back for a moment. Never one to miss an opportunity to tease he paused and kept his hand by the base of Miles's neck. "I'm surprised you kept trying all those sugary sweet drinks Maya kept ordering. I was getting a stomach ache just looking at them. Just the syrups alone are enough to rot your teeth."
The comment earned him a gag and a middle finger, which made Phoenix burst out laughing. Miles groaned and reached over to cover Phoenix's mouth with his hand. Though he only managed to cover his nose more than his mouth.
"You're too loud. . . not helping the headache."
Phoenix snickered and took Miles's hand, then he gently pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll lay off the teasing. You think you're done enough to go back to bed? I can get you some medicine and water."
Miles didn't reply. Instead he lifted his head and hung it over the toilet bowl. The muscles in his body tensed as he suddenly lurched forward, sending last night's stomach contents into the bowl. He coughed and shuddered before retching again. Phoenix rubbed his back as heaved a few more times then spat into the water. Then he flushed the toilet and dropped his head onto his arm with a groan.
"I. . . think I'm done."
"Yeah?" Phoenix gently ran his fingers through Miles's hair, smiling to himself as he watched his cowlick spring up from his fingers. "Wanna go back to bed?"
Miles nodded and sat up. With Phoenix's help he stood up and walked over to the sink to clean himself up. Then the two walked back into the bedroom, where Phoenix settled Miles into bed and tucked him in. His cheeks were still a little flushed from the exertion, which made Phoenix's heart flutter in his chest.
God, why is he so adorable?
"I'll get you some medicine for your headache, okay baby?" Once he got a soft "mhm" from Miles he went back into the bathroom to dig through the medicine cabinet. Then he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and to get some rice going in the rice cooker.
He knew the standard hangover cure was something greasy. But with how sensitive his boyfriend's stomach was, Phoenix figured the very thought would send him rushing to the bathroom again. He returned to the bedroom and set the glass on the nightstand before gently shaking Miles's shoulder, who grumbled in response.
"Hey, I'm back. Can you sit up for a second?"
Miles groaned but slowly sat up like he was told. He took the medicine from Phoenix and swallowed it with the water. He sipped from the glass while Phoenix rubbed his arm.
"There you go, baby." Phoenix leaned over and pressed a kiss to Miles's temple, earning him a soft hum in reply. "I'm making breakfast. Just something simple to calm your belly. You feel like eating?"
Miles considered it, then nodded. "I probably should, I don't think medicine on an empty stomach is a good idea."
"Yeah, good call. I'll be right back when it's done, okay?"
Miles nodded. Phoenix pressed one more kiss to his temple before leaving for the kitchen. He fluffed up the rice once it was ready and split it between two bowls. He added a little butter and salt to each before bringing them into the bedroom. Miles had laid back down and appeared to be drifting off to sleep. Phoenix set the bowls down and kissed Miles's cheek to wake him up.
"Hey, sleepyhead. I brought breakfast."
Miles groaned softly. He stirred and sat up before rubbing his eye. "Hm. . . rice?"
"Yeah. Nothing too crazy, just put a little butter and salt in it."
Miles reached up and wrapped his arms around Phoenix. He pulled him closer until Phoenix tripped and practically fell onto the bed with a laugh.
"Hey, easy! You could just use your words, you know!"
Miles grumbled and pulled Phoenix on top of him. "Fine. Head hurts. Stomach hurts. You're warm. Cuddle me."
Phoenix chuckled. He shifted the two of them until Miles was laying with his back to Phoenix's chest with Phoenix's arms around his waist. "That better?"
"Mhm." Miles settled in before he reached over to grab his bowl of rice. Phoenix kept his hold on him, leaning over every so often to press little kisses to his cheek and shoulder.
It seemed today was going to be a lazy cuddle in bed kind of day. Not that Phoenix was complaining.