The Bac, The Benj, and the Merome

Holidays

Mitch's POV

"Yeah. Take a left when you see that. Alright. Shut up Adam! See you." Jerome said into the phone. He looked through the window of the cabin we were staying in for the holidays. We were inviting some friends to stay with us, since we haven't seen anyone since Rob and Preston left a month ago. I wrapped my blanket around myself tightly as a draft of cold air moved through the room.

"Are you cold baby? I've already turned up the thermostat for you twice..." Jerome said, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "Do you feel alright? You've been pulling that blanket on and off for the past hour." He said quietly. "Yeah, I just have a bit of a headache...." I said, my eyes beginning to droop. "Come to bed." He told me softly, but before I could stand, I fell into a sleep, far gone from here.

Adam's POV

I turned left at an oddly twisted tree and drove down the bare and narrow road to the little cabin. Ty sat quietly next to me as Ryan, Jordan, and Preston yelled in the backseat. "Hey, why isn't Rob coming along?" Ty asked, trying to quiet the riled trio. "He wasn't feeling well." Preston said sadly. "HOW WILL YOU EVER GO ON!?" I screamed in mock terror. Preston stuck his tongue out and settled back into his seat. "There it is!" Ryan exclaimed, pointing out the window.

I pulled into the drive and dragged the four out of the car to help me get the bags. I opened the trunk and took a step back to let the boys get everything first. After they'd gone, I pulled the final bag out of the back and lumbered through the frost to get into the cabin. I yanked the bag through the entrance and frowned. It was really hot in here. "Damn, do you really miss summer that much Jerome?" I called. Jerome walked through the hallway in the back and came into the living room where everyone stood, removing their coats in the stifling heat. "Mitch does, he has a pretty bad fever." He told me sadly. "Oh, well that sucks. I think I know what will help." Ty said, winking.

Ryan's POV

Ty banged around in the kitchen and I walked back to where Jerome came from, into the back room where Mitch was. I walked in and couldn't stop the blood from rushing to my face as I looked at Mitch. His face was flushed and his shirt was on the ground, his body laying diagonally across the small bad so he could lay there without his head hanging off the edge.

If this is what Mitch looked like when he was sleeping and shirtless... I quickly shook the thought out of my head. Jerome and Mitch are together and I would never ever do that. I have a girlfriend. I rushed out of the room and slammed the door. Let's forget about this.

--time skip three days---

Mitch's POV

I struggled to open my heavy eyes to Jerome shirtless and in the process of pulling down his jeans. "Hey, feeling better?" He asked, turning his back to me to look at the dresser. "Actually, yeah. I feel great!" I said happily. He pulled his boxers off and I cocked and eyebrow as he grabbed some pajama pants. I walked over to him and pulled them out of his hands and threw them back in the drawer. "You're better off without," I said, winking. "Oh? Well when you put it that way..."

A/N: I'm bad at prioritising