;;; i want to die

CAUT: Don't read this chap if u dont like quick throw up scene its not too graphic tho so no wrroies ( *• ̀ω•́ )b

Sun had brought Guzma back to his new apartment that he was renting. He was 18 now and he was able to live on his own, but of course he was still close to his mother being a few roads down from where she was situated. The apartment had two rooms and a small kitchen and dining area with the living room to the side. Sun didn't want his first night to be alone in such a strange place; there were still boxes unpacked and the place smelled like wet paint. So he decided, "Hey why don't I just invite the dude that sometimes buys me food and kisses me?" It was a good idea at first, but they had walked out to dinner to celebrate and Sun ended up drunk, so Guzma gave him a piggyback ride back home.

Guzma dug the key out of Sun's pocket and opened the door to the apartment. He dragged the sleeping boy inside and tossed him on the bed, threw the covers over him, and went to the kitchen. Grabbing some advil and water, he went back to the room and shook Sun.

"Hey, babe. Wake up real quick," Guzma whispered to his boyfriend, trying not to disturb him too much.

Sun sat up and strained his eyes. Guzma held up the pill to his mouth.

"What?" Sun looked at the hand in front of him.

"Take this so you won't feel like absolute shit tomorrow morning," Guzma urged it to him.

"Oh, Okay," Sun popped the pill into his mouth and drank the glass of water and went back to sleep. Guzma ran his hair back and kissed his forehead.

Now thinking about it, he was also kind of thirsty. He went back to refill the glass and sat on the couch. Flipping on the TV, he made himself comfortable and watched SNL, since it was Saturday night.

He ended up drinking from the cup until more than half was gone before passing out of the couch with the TV quietly buzzing as a background noise.

Morning time came and Guzma was the first to wake up. He had been tangled up in his blanket for the whole night and the couch wasn't all to comfortable. He stood and stretched upwards, creating a sound of cracks as he straightened himself out. Scratching the back of his neck, he made his way to Sun's bedroom to find him completely under the covers. Guzma was frightened for a second thinking that he might've suffocated, but relief washed over him when he tugged the blanket down to see that he was still breathing. Guzma mentally scolded himself for overreacting.

Seeing that his lover was still knocked out from the events last night, Guzma made himself scarce and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He knew Sun probably wouldn't be in the best condition after drinking so much, so all Guzma would try now is to be supportive and help out his boyfriend. He popped some bread in the toaster and began to simmer some eggs. He also filled a bowl with grits and water to let boil in the microwave. When the over-easy eggs were done, he pulled out two plates and set both down on each. He began to make lay breakfast sausage on the pan as the toaster dinged to warn that the toast has been cooked. He pulled them out and put those on the plates, too. The microwave went off, but Guzma let those sit. They would be too hot to touch. He continued simmering the sausages as Sun walked out of the room with half of his clothes missing, rubbing his eye tiredly.

Guzma didn't notice when the small figure came up behind him and hugged him.

Guzma jumped before realizing it was just him.

"Good morning, Sunshine," Guzma proudly said, laughing at his own stupid pun.

Sun buried his face into Guzma's back and giggled.

"What ya doing?" Sun asked hazily, as if he had may still be drunk from last night.

"Just cookin up a l'il somethin. You got quite loaded last night," Guzma was already laughing again.

"I don't remember what even happened..." Sun rubbed his head.

"Just sit down. I'm surprised with all that drinking you did you're not insanely hungover," Guzma replied.

"Oh, about that. Don't worry now, it'll come eventually," Sun sat down at the small table in the dining area and put his head down.

Guzma finished up and brought the fully-dressed plates to the table. Dragging the chair to sit next to him, he rubbed the smaller's back.

"Are you doin ok?" He pushed the plates a bit away and lowered his head worryingly.

"Yeah, I'm still just a bit... uhh," Sun held onto his stomach. He felt sick all of the sudden.

"OH! Uhh!" Guzma got Sun up and rushed him to the bathroom to let him throw up.

Sun threw up in the toilet as Guzma rubbed his back. He was crying because it hurt so bad. "Never again," He lied to himself.

As he felt the stomach pain subside, Guzma wiped his face and flushed the toilet, closing the lid. He carried Sun back to the bed and lied him down. Sun groaned and held onto his abdomen again, feeling terrible. Guzma walked in with two different cups and another advil.

"You know the process," he put both cups down on the nightstand and handed the pill back to Sun. Sun picked up the water cup and downed all of it with the advil.

He still had a gross taste in his mouth, so that's what the other cup was for. He took a sip of the cool milk as it soothed his acid covered throat. He looked down into the cup and closed his eyes.

"I love you so much," Guzma said out of no where.

Sun was taken aback for a second, not expecting to hear that at this time, but smiled. He felt light and a bit better after hearing that.

"I love you, too, Guzma," Sun blinked up to his tall boyfriend, bringing the milk up to his lips again.

Guzma smiled back and put a hand on his head, ruffling his hair.

"I guess I'll put away breakfast for now, unless you think you can handle eating at the moment."

"Thank you," Sun put the cup down and flipped over, planning to sleep his sickness off. It wouldn't entirely matter if he slept a bit later. It was, after all, 6 in the morning. Guzma came back into the room to find Sun sprawled on the bed. He came up to the bed and threw off his shirt, and slid in.

"Scoot over, I'm coming in," Guzma demanded.

"Cuddles?" Sun giggled.

"Yes," Guzma rolled his eyes, smiling. "Cuddles."

Sun squealed in excitement as he attached to the muscular man, as if he were a magnet. He put his head into his chest and breathed in. Guzma smelled like sweat with a thin layer of his surf cologne. He exhaled and tightened his arms around his waist. Guzma's face was in Sun's hair, giving him small pecks on his cranium and playing with strands through his fingers. Sun smelled like draft beer and shampoo. Guzma pushed Sun over and layed on top of him.

"Ugh! Baby, you're squishing me!" Sun gasped.

Guzma only laughed in response as he hugged Sun and kissed his neck. Sun loved the warm feeling and ran his hands up and down Guzma's worked out back. He soon fell over a bit and they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

you know SNL is that good shit uhh sorry for the hangover stuff idk man... im like.. eh. iffy.

Also I've been drawing like a shit ton of minion stuff lately and i hate it im excited for the friggin despicable me 3 movie AND IT HASNT EVEN COME OUT YET I SEE BLOOD. ;;;