Toriano Jackson Oneshots

I'm fiiiiiiiiine.

((The year in this one is 1971 (if you do the math, he's 19. Yeah and he's not fine))((this is an old part I'm redoing))

Tito POV because yes.

  I would just like to say, I'm not fine. I'm sick! But, I won't tell Marley that! She'll baby me all day and I need to be independent. It ain't fair.

  So I'm here, coughing. And Mar gets concerned (I would too. I feel bad for lying..)  I tell her I'm fine and sneak off to take my medicine. Thankfully, she doesn't catch me. Right now, I just wanna give her cuddles. But I dunno, I don't want her sick. Especially since it's her red week next week. Damnit. That's always the worst! Stupid ovaries and shit.. I dunno how it works, I didn't take sex ed. But anyways, I need cuddles and only one person can give me what I need. But I'm siiiiick. This sucks. Being sick sucks. I sit next to Marley and blow my nose.

  Mar looks at me concerned "Ti, are you alright?" I hated lying to her. "Yep... just allergies" She looked at me skeptically "...Babs, It's December. That excuse doesn't work anymore. Baby do you have a cold? You've been doing stuff all day, take a rest-"

  "I'm sick... I'm sorry" i sighed. I could say something sly and sexy like I usually do when Marley is mad at me. But I don't feel like it. I just wanna sleep, to be honest..

  She gasped very shocked with her new discovery.  "Toriano! What the hell?! You're sick and you've been doing stuff for me all day!" She kissed my forehead "My poor baby must be exhausted"

  At this point, I could only nod in agreement. I was quite exhausted.. she's right, I shouldn't push myself. She's always right
She sighed "I'll get you some orange juice. Poor boy" she walked away
I smirked softly. It's a thing I do.. people find it cute. I think it's cute. I whistled at her and chuckled

  Marley shot me a glare "It is not the time Toriano!" Oh no. She was mad.. I mean she's pissed. I don't know why? It's my body.. this isn't fair- Yum, orange juice. I was interrupted from my thoughts. Marley looked down at me, her eyes full of pitty "poor baby. Do you want me to tell Michael to bring over The Three Stooges? It always makes me feel better!"
I just nod. There was no arguing with her. She would pull out the 'Toriano!' again..

  Later, we're all in her bed. I'm laying on my stomach, Mar is sitting on my ass(she said it's comfy, don't look at me), and Michael was eating popcorn and laughing. I look at Marley and whine "Get offff" I try to nudge her off and she persist "Baby!! It's comfy! Let me sit! I'll give you a back massage" she did puppy eyes..

  I wanna say no. But how can I? And plus, a massage sounded good.. I'm not sure how to explain this but sometimes, I think Mar's hands are magical. She always know just the right places to push and she knows just how to loosen me up.

  I hum thinking of it and then look over to Michael "You can sit, I guess-" I look at her "But, we'll save the massage for when I'm all better" Marley looked at me, slightly confused. But Michael looked at me with a knowing look at just looked away.

  How did the fourteen year old understand but, the eighteen year old didn't, I will never understand. Anyways, it was all good, I wanted it to be a surprise. Since she won't let me do anything until after I'm all better, I wanna repay her for her hard work.. she's always the best. I feel like that's gonna sound dirty but it's not..

  After she drops Michael back off, we're in bed cuddling. But I've got to cuddle from behind since she doesn't wanna get sick. I really should be practicing my guitar but, I've already got the part down. I just wanna spend more time with my girl. And... she's asleep. I guess I have been whispering to her and rubbing her back for a while. I can feel my eyes struggling to stay open as I fall into a deep slumber.

  The next morning, I'm greeted with an unsweetened smoothie and antibiotics. Yuck. She doesn't want me eating solids that much and she doesn't want me eating unhealthy and she doesn't want me eating a lot of sugar or dairy and blah blah blah. Who knew I signed up for a second mom.

  I love my Mar bear to death anyway. Rehearsals are canceled because well, the best Jackson(clearly. My mother loves me best ) is sick and the little one (Michael) thought it'd be unfair. I heard Joseph protested against it because of course he did. That's what does. But, he eventually gave in... I'm glad we get a week off. Weeks off can feel like an eternity.

  I lay in bed and hear a knock on the door and whine. "Who is it?" I croak. Uh oh, I'm losing my voice... yuck. "It's momma. Are you decent...?"

A small panic passes through me. I sleep with no pants but, I didn't want mom to think we we're fucking... even though we're definitely fucking.. well we've only done it twice but, still! If you make love too much, it looses it's thrill. I stand by that statement!. I pull on pajama pants and rush to clean anything incriminating off the nightstand before getting back in bed and sipping the smoothie "yeah mom, I'm decent" I coughed and sighed.

She walked in and looked around "she's got a lovely room. I suppose she let you sleep here because you're sick?" I nod. I didn't want Marley getting in and trouble and if I ever wanna see her again, I've got to say yes.

  Momma's eyes softened "is my baby loosing his voice? Does he need some tea?" That honestly sounded really good right now. I nod and continue drinking the smoothie.

  Marley came back from the kitchen and sat next to me, kissing my hand "How are you feeling?" She whispered. I just pouted at her and whispered back "bad..." I see the pity in her eyes again and she stands up again, hugging me. This is the closest I'm getting to her milk jugs in a while so, I'm gonna appreciate it. Mar placed a small kiss on my forehead "I'm going to get you some more soup, okay?" She smiled. I nod and turn back to my mom "momma, tea would be real nice, thank you" I crack a smile and they both walk out, closing the door.

  I just sit and turn The Three Stooges back on. I never understood why Mikey loved this show so much, it's just dudes being dumb. He's got Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon, and Randy for that... but regardless, the only other things to watch is girly movies that may make me cry or, well um... Naughty things I brought over one day when I was staying for the week that I currently refuse to acknowledge ever again. So it's this again.

  My mom brings me tea and gives me things like cough medicine. Mar comes back and makes me soup and my mom leaves, leaving us together. We eat lunch and sit together, silently. Not an awkward silence though. A comforting one. We were just enjoying each others company because, that's all we needed. Just me and my baby....

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