Momma To Be, Finally.

Kyndal groaned as he rolled out of bed and limped to the refridgerator, naked as fuck.
He and Rhett had been at a club last night, gotten horny and were both too wasted to drive home. So they had walked to the hotel right across the street to spend the night.
Rhett wasn't cheap though so they'd gotten a rather nice room. Two beds, although they only needed one, a hot tub, a lot of un necessary luxuries and lucky for Kyndal, a stocked fridge. He was hungry as hell.
He buried his face in the cold refridgerator, Rhett was still sleeping as far as he knew. Nothing sounded really good although there were a lot of things in there.
"Oh!" He licked his lips as he got an idea. He pulled out a few items and minutes later he had a plate full of pickles, covered in whipped cream with sprinkled cheese sprinkled over them.
Now, in case you did not realize, this is NOT a normal food for someone to eat, It was absolutely disgusting but Kyndal was acting as if it was the best thing he'd ever eaten...

Rhett noticed nothing, he was dead asleep and even if he had been awake, though he would comment in his smart ass way, would have passed it off as his lover being strange.
Kyndal had been strange lately....
The large man just turned over him his sleep, snoring louder. He stayed like that a while, only waking up when he reached for Kyndal and brought back nothing but air. The man sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Kyndal, luv, ware are ya?"

"I'm in the kitchen!" Kyndal called, popping his head out of the room to look at Rhett, a ring of whipped cream around his mouth.

Rhett blinked at him, shaking his head.
"Ya are eatin whipped cream?" He raised a brow.

"Nooo. I'm eating pickles covered in whipped cream." He nodded. "I'm fucking starving."

"P-Pick..." Rhett didnt even finish that thought. "Yar sick..."

"I am not. Try it." He jogged back in the kitchen and then over to the bed where Rhett was lying, holding out a pickle to him. "Its awesome!"

"Outta yar damn mind." Rhett pushed the pickle away from himself. "An ya are goin ta make yarself sick."

"I am not! Its good!" He pouted, taking a large bite off the pickle. "Kiss meee." He made a kissy face once he had swallowed, his lips still covered in whipped cream.

Rhett rolled his eyes, did Kyndal really think the man wouldnt?
He took the back of Kyndal's neck, roughly jerking him into a teeth clanging, lap bruising kiss.

Kyndal grunted softly, crawling up to sit on Rhett's chest as they kissed. His lips were already swollen and there were a few cuts from last night.
He pulled back after a minute, groaning loudly and lying down on the bed.
"NOW I feel sick, it is your fault, not the pickles." He chuckled softly, closing his eyes though, he really did feel queasy...

"Oh Sure, ets mah fault ya feel sick afta eating thah mess." Rhett laid beside him, wrapping the boy up in his arms.

"Mhmmm, all your fault." He stuck his tongue out, hugging his knees to his chest, leaning back into Rhett.

"How" The large man rolled his eyes at Kyndal.

"It just is, do not question me, Braxton." He giggled, his stomach churning.

"Yar outta yar damn mind Paxton." Rhett rubbed the boys stomach lightly.

"I guess you're rubbing off on m-" He stopped in mid sentence, slapping a hand over his mouth and darting to the bathroom, only making it to right outside the door before vomiting all over the floor.

Rhett watched, an amused smirk on his face.
"Ahm not cleanin thah up luv!!"

"The fucking maid can." He grumbled, curling into a ball on the floor.

Rhett chuckled lightly, moving to scoop Kyndal up and stroke his hair with one of his large shovel sized hands.
"Ya alrigh?"

"M'fine." He nodded. His skin was clammy and his forehead was burning up...

"Yar sick..." A small trace of a frown showed on Rhett's face. "Ah'm gonna call Trever..."

"Mmkay..." He shrugged lightly, groaning. "Why'd I have to puke up the pickles... they were good..." He whined, nuzzlign Rhett's chest.

"Ah'll buy ya s'more." Right now he just wanted to make sure Kyndal was alright.

"Mmkay, Yay." He nodded, eyes slipping shut as he waited for his boyfriend to call his brother.