#elvis is a pukey boy

[kiankiwi]

The Backstage Incident

Summary: Elvis gets sick after a concert and slips into headspace without you there.

Just get to a trashcan, get to a trashcan. Elvis told himself in his head as he rushed around backstage post concert. Thankfully he got through the whole two hour show and he didn't think any of the fans noticed anything off. He started feeling his stomach get swirly about halfway through but he tried to just act normal because he didn't want his fans to worry.

Now he was in the clear, he just needed to get to a damn trashcan.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Joe had asked him. But Elvis could barely hear him, it was like he was underwater. He had zeroed in on a trashcan and just needed to get to it.

Moments later, Elvis leaned over a trashcan and let himself bring it all up. He could feel himself dropping fast into headspace as he continued to vomit. "Damn, man you alright?" Joe again, and a hand on his back.

Elvis just groaned at him, trying to remember to breathe in between his retching.

Mama, he wanted mama.

As he kept his head inside the trashcan, he reached behind him blindly for Jerry's hand. Jerry would get her, Jerry would know what he needed.

Jerry sent the rest of the men away to get ready to go as Elvis continued to vomit until it was just Jerry left. "You got it buddy, you're okay."

Combined with his upset stomach and hearing Jerry's nickname for Elvis, Elvis could feel himself dropping into headspace fast.

Just then he burst into sobs and finally sat down as the sobs shook his body. "Okay baby, okay, you're okay. It's over now, you're okay."

"WANT MAMA! MAMAAAA!" Elvis screamed, snot and drool stuck all over his face. "I know you do buddy, we're gonna call her okay?"

Jerry quickly called you and held the phone to his ear as he rocked a sobbing Elvis in his lap. "Hi Jerry, what's up? How was E's show?" You immediately got nervous when you heard what sounded like E crying in the background. "Yeah, uh, we got a bit of a situation... E got through his show like a champ might I add and then just immediately threw up when he got off stage and the fear caused him to drop pretty quickly." Jerry reported to you.

You could hear Elvis screaming for mommy through the phone. "Alright, I'll get the plane and meet you at the next show venue?" You asked as you searched for your shoes. "Um, I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon, he's still pretty worked up." Jerry said as he rocked Elvis and smoothed his sweaty hair back from his face.

"Alright give him the phone. Let mama deal with this." Jerry chuckled as he handed the phone over and you heard Elvis sob into the phone. "MAMA! I no feel good!" Elvis yelled. "I know baby, Jerry said you threw up. Mama's on her way to you okay? No need to be scared, mama will be with you so soon okay? You just gotta hold on okay?" Elvis continued to cry. "How, how long mama? They say we gotta go! I don't wanna work anymore! Wanna be a tiny boy!"

"You can be a tiny boy, love. You can be a tiny boy all you want but you gotta get on that plane and mama will meet you at the next tour spot okay? It'll just be a little flight, three hours tops. Now what I want you to do is try to take a big nap on the plane okay? And Jerry will be right there for you if you feel sick again okay? Mama will see you so soon!"

"No mommy! Want you! Only you!" Jerry tried to let that one roll off his back, you were his momma and wife after all.

"I know sweet boy, I know. Momma's on her way okay? But in the meantime, Jer is gonna take good care of you on the way. You know Jer wouldn't let anything happen to you okay? Just try to sleep on the plane and mama will meet you in the next city, okay? Mama loves you so so so much." Elvis nodded, still crying. "Otay... I love you too mama." Elvis ended the call and sobbed, squeezing Jerry's hand for support.

"You'll be alright baby, I promise. Now we gotta get on the plane okay? Mama will meet us there okay?" Elvis sniveled as he nodded again, reaching up to Jerry as he stood. "Alright rockstar, let's go."

*

Elvis was really trying to sleep like mama suggested but this plane ride was hell on his already sick tummy. He held Jerry's hand as the man argued with the Colonel across from him.

"Come on man, have some compassion, look at the man, he's sick. He's already puked once already tonight. He's gotta have tonight off! I mean, the last thing you want is him throwing up all over people and himself on stage tomorrow!!

The Colonel glanced at Elvis who was staring straight ahead trying not to puke again. He was actively swallowing down more puke.

"He's fine!" The Colonel yelled after taking even one glance at Elvis. "He's just being a big baby! He needs to grow his ass up and be a man."

Just then Elvis whimpered at the mans words and leaned into Jerry. Jerry decided not to continue to fight, instead focusing on Elvis. "What's up baby, you feeling sick again?" Elvis whimpered again, squeezing his hand and whispering, "Want my momma. Mean man..." "I know he's not listening, is he bud, we won't let you go on stage again until you feel better okay?" Elvis nodded.

Jerry pushed Elvis's head onto his shoulder and stroked his face with his thumb. "There you go baby, just try to sleep okay? We'll see mama when you wake up okay? Sh, sh, sh, you're okay." Elvis held onto Jerry as he just tried to close his eyes and sleep.

A few hours later, Elvis, Jerry and everyone finally landed and headed to the hotel where you had already secured a room under a fake name for E.

As soon as Elvis got into the car and drove to the hotel, his nausea got worse. He was actively trying to keep his stomach down and swallowing bile every few minutes.

Jerry took him out of the car and brought him into the hotel and into the lobby. "Mama?" Elvis wondered, looking around. "Yeah, we'll get you to mama bubba. She's upstairs." Elvis nodded and laid his head back down on Jerry's shoulder. Sadly, the Colonel followed them into the elevator.

"Hi baby! You doing any better?" You asked right as Jerry came off of the elevator. Elvis leaned toward you as soon as he saw you. "Mama!"

"Hi baby, you okay?" Jerry rubbed Elvis's back. "He made it through the plane ride even though it was a bit rough and the Colonel doesn't want to give him a break as of usual." Jerry added.

"I bet you were so brave on the plane baby." You cooed running your hands through Elvis' hair.

The Colonel came up to them. "Oh come on, you're coddling him like a baby! We got rehearsal in half an hour. Hop to it, E."

Oh hell no, that wasn't gonna fly. "Hey!" You yelled. "First of all, don't yell at him like that, he's a human, just like you and he deserves respect. Second of all, he is and has been sick. That's why Jerry called me out. What? You thought E would throw up and miserable and Jerry wouldn't call to let his wife know? So third of all, he is not performing anymore tonight or tomorrow or at all until he feels better. That is final, you understand me?"

Elvis was having a hard time keeping his nausea down and while you were dealing with his boss, Elvis started to get upset again in Jerry's arms. "What is it buddy, what does your tummy hurt again?" Elvis couldn't hold it back anymore, just as you finished yelling at him, Elvis leaned forward and puked all over the Colonel.

"OH!" Jerry yelled as Elvis coughed and gagged. "Okay buddy, you're okay. Here go to mama okay?" Jerry smirked at the Colonel and as he handed Elvis over to you. "Oh, there you go baby, you feel better? Good aim, sweetheart." Jerry chuckled as the both of you went into Elvis's suite.

Jerry decided to help put away all of El's things while you got him in the bath. "Okay baby, here we go. Do you think you're gonna throw up anymore honey?" Elvis shook his head, sitting on the counter in a diaper while you filled the jacuzzi tub.

"Good sweet boy. Let's just get you in the bath, into your jammies and we'll see how you feel tomorrow okay? Don't you worry about the Colonel okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you mama." You smiled, turning off the bath tap. "I love you too sweet boy. You were so brave today getting sick without me there." Elvis nodded. "Had Jer.." You nodded. "Yeah, Jer's a good one huh." Elvis nodded.

You gave him a quick bath and put him in his jammies and said good night to Jerry while Elvis lay in the big bed waiting for cuddles. Elvis whined at you as you walked around, getting the room ready for possibly more puke.

You put towels on the ground on Elvis's side of the bed and put a trashcan on his nightstand so that he could grab it. Elvis whined again, "Alright baby, alright, I'm coming." You whispered. Elvis smiled as he finally got to cuddle you.

"Hi baby. You feel okay now?" Elvis nodded, putting his head on your chest. "Mhm, happy you're here mama." You smiled. "I couldn't have you be sick all alone baby. Of course I came. Had to give you your snuggles." Elvis smiles and snuggles into you again as he closed his eyes and sighed sleepily. You gently put your hands in his hair.

"Goodnight sweet boy, mama loves you. Wake me if you feel sick again okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you too mama." And he was out like a light after his long bad day.

@mooodyblue @austinbutlersbaby

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[kiankiwi]

Ooh, here's another idea; you comforting little E and soothing him/helping him feel better when he has a tummy ache from eating too many fried PB, bacon and banana sandwiches?

You burst through the front door of Graceland after getting a call from your sister who was babysitting little E while having a song writing session of her own while you had been out shopping. The call had been a bit frantic and that concerned you because usually Elvis surprisingly didn't have any separation anxiety when it comes to you if you leave him with your sister. Elvis loved her.

But apparently he had been crying and screaming for mama because he over ate his favorite PB&B&B sandwiches again and because you know for a fact your sister spoiled him and let him have way too much again.

While on the call you couldn't hear your sister explaining very well because Elvis, with the volume he has was screaming for his mama so in the end you just asked if she would give the phone to E so you could see if that would help. \

"M-m-mama." He sobbed over the line. Your heart broke at his sobs and you didn't care how insane you looked, putting on your baby voice immediately in the middle of this department store. "Hi lovie. What's wrong?" Through Elvis's sobs you could make out him saying, "Mama, owie, it's owie." Hearing him in pain, you immediately left the store and fast walked it to the pink Cadillac. "What's owie baby?" You made sure speak low and slower than usual hoping your voice was the most comforting. He was talking to mama so that helped even just a little bit. "T-T-tummy mama. I's owie." You nod. "Did Thea let you eat too many sweets?"

You knew your sister couldn't resist those blue sleepy puppy eyes of his. "Nana mama." Elvis said pitifully. That clued you in that he had Mary prepare him a platter of his favorite signature Peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwiches. "Alright sweetheart, mama's on her way, mama will fix you up. How many did you have this time?" Silence on the line except for Elvis's dismal cries. "You can tell me baby, mama won't be mad."

It takes him a minute before he finally admits the answer. "Had three mama." Your eyes go round in a bit of shock. Of course he could put away three but you didn't expect him to eat that many in one go. You had underestimated him obviously and now he was going to be sick all night, thanks Thea.

So that's how you came to running home to your baby and bursting through the front door of Graceland to see your sister sitting on the couch with Elvis curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach and his head in her lap while she shushed his woeful cries and played with his hair like he likes and telling him mama will be home soon.

"What's going on?" You ask to announce your presence. Your sister smiles at you apologetically while Elvis just bursts into another round of tears. But this time they're from relief that his number one girl is here to comfort his aching tummy.

"Mama!" Elvis moans at you. You smile sadly. "What are we gonna do with you, sweet boy." As you sit on the other end of the couch, Elvis immediately switches from curling in Thea's lap to yours, of course wanting his mama. "I'm sorry." Your sister whispers. You nod, rubbing Elvis's back under his shirt. "This isn't the first time he's done this..." You turn your attention to Elvis who's playing with your fingers on your other hand trying to self soothe. "Huh baby? This isn't the first time you've eaten too much, hmm?" Elvis stays silent, his ears going rosy with a bit of embarrassment.

You sister lets herself out and Elvis stretches his long legs out on the couch, turning his face into you, groaning. "Mama ooooooowie." You nod. "Do you feel pukey baby? Because if you do we need to get far from this couch." You say, eyeing this horrible white couch. Why Elvis chose all white you had no idea. He was weird like that.

He groaned again, shaking his head, pulling your hand open so he can intently examine your wedding and engagement set of rings on your finger. "No, just 'urts." He mumbles. You don't understand why he's eyeing the rings when he picked them out himself and knew exactly what he gave you but you realize after a few minutes he's studying them so that he can focus on something else rather than the pain in his stomach. At least it calmed him down a bit and he's not actively sobbing anymore.

You stroke his hair, placing strands of it behind his ears. "How about this, we go upstairs, get a show on and mama will give you a tummy rub, how does that sound?" He nods, he knows you'll take care of him so anything you suggest he's down to do. "Mmhm." You rub his face affectionately as he looks up at you, loving that you're playing with his hair so much. If his stomach wasn't sore he would be in heaven. "Getting sleepy baby?" You ask. He just shrugs best he can while partially laying on you.

Laying in bed you dutifully become the big spoon so he can feel small. "C'mere you." You pull him back and curl your body around his, pulling his shirt up a little bit so that you have access to his stomach and start kneading your fingers into it, kissing his shoulder.

Elvis sighs into relief, finally closing his eyes. "Missed you." He murmurs. "I missed you too, but mama always comes back." "Yeah..." He whispers and eventually he falls to sleep, finally getting relief. Will he do this again? Probably. It's a cycle

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I didn't know how to end this one and I probably went off on some tangents within this but I liked it. I hope you liked this one too <3

@mooodyblue @ellie-24

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