Band Oneshots

My Baby (CC Deville X Bobby Dall)

This was a requested one I hope you guys like it. It is a little space one so if you don't like just don't read and there will be another one up Soon

CC and Bobby had finally spoke about this after dating for nearly two n a half year. However, they didn't sit down and talk about like a normal couple.

Oh no it went more like CC was sitting colouring with his teddy bear and his favourite custom pacifier that had a guitar sticker along with purple and blue gemstones on what was logged between his lips. He had his hidden stash of baby stuff laying all around his room when Bobby barged in looking for picks and new strings, which was kinda rude he could have knocked first.

Then dropped his beer what ended up in shards of glass spraying in all different directions while his wide chocolate brown eyes were staring at the pacifier that was now clutched in CC's hand like it was a grenade about to blow up. 

That was how CC ended up being gently thrown onto his own bed then straddled by his boyfriend who already has crazy wide eyes, but now it was even worse, they had hurt and confusion in. They ended up actually having a conversation about it after that, so I guess you could say they did talk about it and Bobby was more than happy to help.

That was how it all started. Which led to today. 

Someone had gotten a picture of CC when he was in his little space. They had a picture of him with a pacifier in his mouth and his teddy bear culched to his chest while wearing a tie-dye baby grow type thing. The band had done worse he will admit, but the thing that got to him was that in every interview he was being asked about the picture. Every. Interview. 

His self-esteem was now pretty much non-existent, not to mention ever since that photo had surfaced, he had not been able to go into little space for fear of another picture turning up.

He felt like ripping his own pink dyed hair out. Not to mention he had been avoiding his boyfriend like the he was the plague. However as all of them knows Bobby wasn't one to just let things go especially when it came to his CC.

Which is why CC is confused when he entered the bands shared house to find none of his band mates there, and every window was covered up almost blocking out all sunlight. 

He heard someone in the kitchen, curiously walking to the doorway, only to have his eyes widen once he sees his dark-haired boyfriend shaking something in his hand. Bobby must have heard him because when the man turns around CC's jaw dropped to the ground.

Bobby was shaking a bottle. That has apparently been in the microwave, full of milk. Not to mention the man had the gentlest smile on his face which had CC's mind already slipping to that space he had been avoiding for weeks at a time, wanting to rip his hair straight from his skull with how much he needed it.

Bobby kindly beckons him forward with one finger, and CC' practically floats over to him, unable to help himself as he immediately crumbles into his boyfriends' arms. "There you go I've got. There's my little baby huh?" Bobby gently whispers, his hand gently combing through the messy pink hair, gently combing out the tangles as he sees CC slipping into the headspace he needs. Once CC goes limp, Boby knows he's there.

Bobby had heard and read everything the people were saying about the picture, how some people laughed it off, others thought it was disgusting. He also saw the way it effected his boyfriend. Bobby had been planning this for quite some time.

He made sure all the others were out of the house and wouldn't be back for the night, so he could just focus on his baby. He made sure all the windows were blocked out by the curtains, and made sure that Ducktails were on the TV, before he set to work making a warm bottle, just finishing up when the man of the hour walked in.

Once CC went limp, Bobby gently put down the bottle, before putting his arm under CC's knees, and picking him up bridal style, before grabbing the bottle and carrying him to the couch. Once in a comfortable position, Bobby nudged the nipple of the bottle against CC's lips, easily having them open. Once he was sure CC was drinking the milk, Bobby started talking. "Listen baby, I need to talk to you about that picture." 

He felt CC tense up at the mention of the picture, to which he gently soothed him with a hand rubbing soothing circles on his inner thigh.  "That picture is nothing baby. I'm proud to take care of you, and I'm proud to have you as my baby boy, and no picture or someone's words are ever going to change that. I will do this every day for you if you want, but you never, ever have to be ashamed of your little space, you hear me?" 

CC was looking in awe up at Bobby. For a man who could cut someone down in a heartbeat with his words, here he was with CC comforting him over something that was truly important to him, when CC thought for sure Bobby would leave him over it.

CC nodded his head at the question hearing Bobby, finally allowing his body to fully relax into the couch and Bobby, content with just being here with him.

Bobby gently removed CC's leather pants and shoes, leaving him in his boxers and leopard print shirt to be more comfortable, not that CC minded one bit. He was to busy in his own little world, happy and being carefree as he stared at the cartoons being displayed on the TV. 

At that moment in time CC realize something. No matter what any person said, or did, he had Bobby, his Bobby. He had a man who would do anything for him, including making a bottle of milk and just assuring him of something that he thought surely, he would be single over forever.

CC didn't want anyone else to get drunk with at two am, or yell at and get into fights with till someone call the cops and spend the night in prison. He didn't want anyone else to take care of him. 

He only wanted Bobby and CC finally got him. CC would give up everything before he ever lets him go. Little did he know, Bobby felt just the exact same.