shane and ilya have been doing this 'date night' thing for a few months. shane thinks it's stupid -- "we're together all the time why would we need to have date nights?" -- but ilya is firmly fixed on the idea -- "your parents do date night every thursday and they've been married thirty years, lyubov, clearly they are doing something right" "my parents don't also work together. they needed to do that bc they had a kid and different jobs but we don't need to" "it's not about need to, Hollander-Rozanov. is about romance." -- and so the argument went until ilya got all pouty-faced and soft-eyed and had said "well, we never got to go on dates. can't i just take my husband on a date?" "every week?" "we have many years to make up for". and shane still thinks it's stupid -- and privately he had thought of those nights they'd cooked together, or planned to watch specific movies together with shane-approved snacks, or had just sat at home on opposite ends of the couch with their ankles tangled on their phones as dates -- but he looks at ilya's face and, of course, relents. whatever ilya wants, he gets.
and so every wednesday night, whether they're at home or on the road, they have a date.
all the cens know. tonight wyatt asks "hollzy, where are you taking the mister to tonight?" -- because he is observant and has noticed that date night responsibilities alternate week-to-week -- and shane is barely paying attention, still in hockey-mode thinking over the game they'd just barely won against fucking toronto of all teams, just says "uh, food truck" and wyatt hmms and says "oh, cool". what shane was actually planning was taking ilya to some global street food festival that had come up on Google when he'd searched 'toronto date night ideas' last week in bed.
[CW puke/vomit below]
and so the cens head off to celebrate their win and say goodbye to the husbands and they take a cab there and ilya has a blast. demanding shane's wallet -- "i'm so lucky to have a pretty boy buying me dinner with his money" "we share a fucking bank account, ilya" -- at every stall and trying all sorts of wonderful, delightful, new foods. shane hesitates at a lot of it, not a big fan of trying new foods; but he still tries whatever his husband shoves in his face even if he scrunches his nose at funny textures and swallows around a grimace. mostly everything is fantastic anyway. it's just anything slightly slimy that has shane shaking his head and pushing away the dish. ilya, on the other hand, has never met a texture, flavour, or food he is not interested in trying. except olives. he fucking hates olives. shane maybe orders some warm olives soaked in orange peel infused oil just to annoy his husband.
anyway, they have a fun night. ilya buys some weird balloon full of twinkling lights as a souvenir and sits happily with it the whole cab ride back. it's only when they're back in the hotel, riding up the elevator, that ilya starts to feel... off...
suddenly he's hot under his skin. his temples are beading sweat. his stomach feels unsettled. the second the elevator doors rumble open he is running down the hall and frantically swiping their room key to get inside. he drops the balloon in the doorway and shane is just stepping inside, not feeling so hot himself but definitely confused, when he hears retching from the bathroom. and shane means to check on his husband, wants to go over and put his hands on ilya's back and rub his spine and soothe him through it, but suddenly his stomach is curdling and he can still hear ilya puking so he scrambles for the empty ice bucket and throws up into it. for a second he doesn't know if just hearing ilya made him nauseated... but no... he's never been squeamish abt vomit. and it's happening again. fuck.
he vomits several more times before he slumps into the bathroom and says "ilya, baby, can you move for a second?" and ilya slumps sideways and shane tips out his bucket into the toilet and flushes and then ilya is immediately scrambling back to the bowl to puke again. shane slumps against the wall across from the toilet, ass hitting the tiles hard, sweating and shivering and then he's puking into the ice bucket again. and for a while it's just a feedback loop of ilya and shane vomitting. occasionally interupted by shane shakily emptying the bucket and flushing the toilet.
then, it gets worse. ilya is swearing "shane, fuck, get out of here please" and shane is just like "shut up, we're both puking, it's fine, don't be such a baby abt it" and ilya is groaning, "it's about to get worse" and shane is thinking it could not possibly get worse but then ilya is like "fuck, fine, you still better love me after this" and he's stripping off his shorts and briefs and sitting on the toilet and now it's puking... and diarrhoea. "oh my god" shane says and he's covering his face and shaking his head bc it is loud and then he's fucking laughing, hysterically, blushing bright red and only stopping when he needs to puke again. and ilya is groaning on the toilet, head hanging between his shoulders, hands twisted in his curls. "this is not attractive" he mumbles and shane lifts his head and wipes his chin and says "i think we're both pretty ugly right now" and he can feel the tears on his cheeks from a combination of puking and laughing and ilya is looking at him from the toilet and says "i don't know i still think you look very pretty tonight" and shane grins, flushes, and then pukes again.
there's a knocking on the door and then troy's voice through the door "guys, i can hear you through the wall. are you okay?" and ilya makes a moaning noise in response and shane goes to reply but pukes again. and then troy is saying "the doors open. im coming in." then he's outside the bathroom door, not looking in but talking to them through the door and asking "food poisoning?" and shane is finally able to talk and say "it seems like it" and troy says "can i bring you guys anything?" and shane crawls over to the door and sticks his head out, looks up at troy and troy winces "dude you look rough" "maybe some gatorade? i think we're gonna need it when we can stop puking" and there's a sound behind him, splashing in the toilet bowl, and troy screws up his nose and shane adds "and pooping" and troy nods, solemn, does a little salute "i'll get some and leave it just inside the doorway and leave you guys to... deal with all this" he gestures and then flinches when he hears another unmistakable diarrhoea explosion and then he's running out of the room and leaving shane to crawl back into the bathroom.
shane sits for a minute and then he says "fuck, ilya, i need the toilet" "you cannot have it. i need it." "ilya i need the toilet" "you can't have it" and shane whines and wishes they were back home bc at least they would have three bathrooms and could be both on the toilet and on opposite ends of the house but... strangely, despite how disgusting it all is, he is grateful to be going through this with his husband.
it's a few hours later when they're finally both done expelling the poison from their bodies and lying in bed, thoroughly showered and with clean teeth, drinking gatorade and staring at the ceiling. and they've seen and heard and smelt things of each other's bodies they never have before and... strangely enough shane feels like it's been their best date night yet. (well, not better than that night a month ago when ilya had taken them to a club in montreal and they'd finally gotten to dance together in public and makeout like idiots in the corner of the dark room.) but they've been married for a few months and together for years and they've never been like this before, seen more of each other, been so blatantly disgusting together. shane has taken care of ilya when he had the flu once before but ilya has never seen shane like this and ilya hadn't been quite this disgusting when he'd had his flu. its weirdly intimate and wonderfully vulnerable and they're cuddling after something so fucking disgusting and shane feels so in love with his husband and also endeared and he's got material for teasing for yearsss bc at some point shane had been on the toilet and ilya had needed it and well... let's just say when you shit your pants in front of someone you're not only bonded beyond comprehension but also the holder of their biggest, darkest secret.
and shane presses a kiss to ilya's cheek and says "do you think my parents ever had a date night end like this?" and ilya hmms and pulls out his phone and texts the group chat, it's late but not too late, "david says yes, in 93 they got food poisoning at an Italian place". "do you think they pooped like that in front of each other?" and ilya groans, presses his palms to his face, "please never talk abt it again" "ilya you've held my dick when ive peed" "that was VERY different to this and that was sexy" and shane laughs and says "i still think you're sexy" and ilya looks over at him, eyebrows raised, before shane continues "but i might need like 10 more showers and a few days before i let you near my ass again" and ilya sighs "worst date night ever." shane pouts a little "sorry" and then ilya shakes his head and burrows into shane's neck, kissing his collarbones and neck and shoulders "was still nice time before you know... the rest..." and shane hums "it was nice. i like date night." ilya grins, super big, "finally you admit date night is good idea" "yeah whatever" shane huffs and rolls over and ilya follows and wraps around him and snuggles in tight and kisses all over the back of shane's head and whispers "i still think you're sexy too" and shane smiles before ilya continues "even though i didn't know someone's poop could smell like that" and shane kicks back at ilya's shin and tries to wriggle away and ilya just laughs and holds him tighter.
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So the flu has been going around my collage, and my girlfriend just caught it. I topically sit in the back of the room, and she sits closer to the front. Our professor is droning on about a book that we’re all reading, when my girlfriend stands up, grabs the trash can, and starts to walk out, my professor asks if she’s ok, and she says no and leaves. After a few minutes, I ask my professor if I can look for her and he says yes. I leave class and text her.
I then went to the bathroom and found her in front of the toilet with the toilet full of puke. She said she still felt sick and asked me to rub her stomach. Btw we both have an emoto kink. I agreed and we sat like that for a few minutes until she starts to burp. She leans over the toilet and starts to vomit again and let me tell you, she is hot when she pukes. It was 3 big gushes followed by 2 small spit-ups. She was groaning and moaning and it turned me right on.
After a few minutes of waiting for her stomach to settle, we go to my truck to go back to our apartment. Halfway there she makes my stop so she can throw up again, but that was it. We get home and she changes and now I’m sitting on the couch, watching Snow White (animated, it’s her comfort movie) while I spoon her and rub her stomach. It’s gurgling and groaning, so I think she might get sick again, but she’s falling asleep now.
You do know that the kind woman holding your hair and giving you water when you're puking in the club bathroom would much rather hold your hair while you're gagging on her strap, right?
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