Pairing: BurterxJeice
Warning: shounen-ai, language
Heaves
"That's it," Jeice sounded weary as he batted the toilet seat down and slumped against the bowl, welcoming the cooling sensation. "Should just be dry heaves now. Usually is."
"No chance you're going to swear never to drink again, is there?" Burter asked, still holding back Jeice's hair.
"Never have, never will," Jeice told him. "And how about letting go of my hair?"
"Ah, you spoil-sport," Burter fingered a few strands. "Stinks of smoke but other than that it's not bad. New conditioner?"
"Well it's making my fucking skull pound," Jeice grumbled.
A few seconds passed.
"I said let go."
END