I was sick during the weekends and I couldn't help but get this pairing out of my head thanks to YaoiFanLovers from youtube (who is also overlyexcitedyaoifan on deviantart.) This turns out short on the first of the only two chapters, but it will get longer on the last. Hope someone makes a comic of my story someday. Hope you enjoy! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean was a big cruise ship sailing across the seas. Some of the vacationers are already asleep in their suits, and in one of the rooms were two young men: a young salesman named the Once-ler and ex-crook, Eugene Fitzherbert (no longer under the name Flynn Rider). They needed a long rest after a long, yet fun day.
It's a quarter after 2 in the morning and the two grown boys were sound asleep. However, a small shake from a wave suddenly wakes Once-ler up from his slumber. At first he felt something odd in his stomach from the wave, but shook it off and tried to fall back asleep. Soon, another wave shook the boat and woke him up again. He tried to swallow the motion down, but this time, he had to sit up and sit down due to fact that this ill feeling is worsening.
He tried to breathe, but the movement was now making him softly moan and even more nauseous. He lightly swayed and kept his eyes closed for concentration with his hands resting on his stomach. The moans soon woke up Eugene, who wasn't affected by the wave movements.
"Hey, Once, what's the matter?" asked Eugene with eyelids still heavily facing the beanpole.
"I'm fine, Eugene. Don't worry." Of course, he's was only trying to hide it so he won't embarrass either him or his friend.
Even Eugene knew that. He got up and sat next to him. "Come on now. What got you...?" Before he could finish his question, he noticed an uneasy look on Once-ler's face. "Wait. Are you getting seasick?"
Even with his eyes remaining closed, Once-ler's stomach felt green at the mention of the word. "It's alright. I'm ok." He was now getting worse.
Eugene wanted to break him. "Look. It's ok if you're seasick, pal. Just say so."
Once-ler's head was now on his chest, irritated by the queasiness, but trying to keep calm. "It's ok, Eugene. I'm not seasick. I'm not…." Before he could finish, there was a 15" mirror on the wall. He could see his reflection. He knew he was a mess from the sickness. He gagged at the mere sight and was about to puke. Eyes tightly closed, his head was now further down and his other hand was on his mouth, preventing himself from vomiting.
Eugene tried to keep Once up. "Ok, ok, easy now." The ex-crook was now rubbing the salesman's back to relax him. "You'll be ok. It happens. In fact, it used to happen to me when I was a kid. Now, this always helps. First lie down with your back against the wall." He was about to, but he couldn't. Eugene looked at the lanky man again. "Can you move at all?" Once-ler only queasily shook his head "no." His pal helped him lie back down to, with the beanpole's back on the pillow and against the wall.
"Ok. Now keep your eyes closed, though you're already at that, and breathe deeply and slowly. Like this." At that, Eugene demonstrated by inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. Soon both Eugene and Once-ler were both repeating the breathing in unison. Slowly and deeply, they breathed and breathed until Once-ler was breathing by himself. Eugene was glad to see the progress. "Good. You're doing well. You can rest your hands now."
With his hands off, the beanpole continued breathing. While doing that, his friend decided to rub his nauseated belly with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Smoothly, his illness was fading away and his stomach was now starting to soothe. With more comfort and a small smile on his face, his breathing stopped. He was now relaxed and his belly was no longer green.
"Feeling better?" Eugene asked. Once-ler lay back down with his head deep on the pillow back in place. "I am now, thanks to you." Back in bed, they fell back to sleep next to each other. Neither Once-ler nor Eugene had another seasickness dilemma as the ship continued its sail.
