Last night I decided to treat him out for seafood. Vic, being Vic, brought pen, paper, his cellphone and my iPad "just in case." We had a fun time talking and getting to know each other even more than we already do. I had the Surf "n Turf. Vic had the Ultimate Seafood Platter. If I had been thinking I would have warned him against that plate. I didn't though and he ate the whole thing. We came home and made love and then collapsed into sleep. Or atleast I did. Vic said he stayed up chatting and emailing, reading and writing. Which is normal. But this morning he wasn't his normal "bubbly twink" self, I thought it was about his post so I told him to tell everyone why we weren't going to be staying together after the end of the year, but that wasn't it. When I left he was laying on the couch emailing without a smile on his face.
When he sent me a text message at lunch asking me if I'd let him "paint" parts of me in Nutella I must admit I was shocked. Vic doesn't like Nutella, I'd put some on my biceps a few days ago and he wouldn't lick it off, and even though he'd teased about putting it in other areas I knew he wasn't serious. So when I came home for lunch he told me it had been suggested that he lick it off of my body. I was all for that.
So we got out the Nutella (I love the stuff) and Vic put down towels on the floor and had me lay on them. He called me his canvas and started to "paint" me. Then he started licking it off of me. He was moaning and smiling so I figured that I had done it, that he was loving Nutella finally, until he lifted his head, covered his mouth and crawled quickly towards the bathroom. When I heard him throwing up I felt bad.
I brought him his laptop, his notebook, his cell phone since he said he wasn't leaving the bathroom and I pulled the tv over to where he could see it and I turned it to Logo, one of his favorite channels.
I felt bad about showering and leaving him at home sick. I felt even worse when I came home and he was still sitting on the floor of the bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh though. Especially when he smiled at me and said "I am going to look really good in my bikini if I keep mixing seafood and Nutella."
So right now I have him back in bed, he's watching the shows he recorded on the dvr, writing, and reading a new book and every so often he looks at me and smiles and says "Fucking Nutella." We keep laughing because it's funny to us, and I'm glad that he is still looking for ways to keep our sex life interesting even if it makes him sick.