𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥 (Ticci Toby x Male Reader)

☆彡彡 ᑌՏ ミミ☆

"Toby~," I murmured, hovering over his face while putting my shoes on. It was around eight in the morning, and the hotel was serving breakfast early. Who could skip out on a free meal?

Toby groaned and turned on his side, his face scrunching up in displeasure. I put my hand on his side, pressing kisses to his cheek and neck to wake him up gently.

"Wake up. We still have an hour drive to Chicago," I said before biting his pale neck. He squeaked, and his eyes shot open.

"Hey, don't do that without a warning..." He pouted, rubbing the bite mark.

"I didn't want you to miss breakfast." I said, tucking my essentials into my pockets.

Toby sat up, and his hair stuck out at odd angles. The only thing he was wearing was my large T-shirt and a pair of my boxers—the remnants of the night before. Last night, we got bored and could sleep, so...

I shook those memories from the front of my mind and grabbed a pair of sorts from my bag, tossing them to his lap.

"Fine..." He said, rubbing his eyes and pulling the shorts over his legs. He waddled out of bed, putting on his shoes and walking over to me.

We walked out of the room, heading for the elevator.

"Why Chicago....? Why so early...?" Toby whined, yawning and putting his hand into mine. I smiled, grasping his hand while we waited for the elevator doors to open.

"It's a bustling city; despite the shitty drivers, we'll blend in easily. I've got enough money for us to find a low-key job and an apartment. We have to leave early because I don't feel like going through rush hour traffic." I smiled, pulling the sleepy Toby into the empty elevator.

Toby leaned his backside against the elevator and his head on my shoulder, faking snoring sounds. I rolled my eyes playfully, pressing the button to go to ground level.

"You didn't stay up that late... You got at least eight hours!" I smirked, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Eight hours? You kept me up all night!" He retored, but his frustration sounded more joking as his frown was betrayed by a smile.

"You think I kept you up all night? You flatter me. I can't even last that long." I said back, giving him a questioning look.

"That's not what I felt like..." Toby said, crossing his arms yet chuckling as the doors opened.

We stepped out and rounded the corner, going to the packed line of early risers in line for some food. The smell of fried potatoes, waffles, and sausage wafted into the air, making my stomach beg for food.

We each took a plate. Toby loaded his with eggs, sausage, and toast, while I piled mine with a few waffles and a small separate bowl of fired potatoes and gravy. We sat near a window, facing each other. The place was crowded, mostly with old people and large families, but it wasn't too bad.

Toby took a few bites of his food, letting the sound of cutlery and chewing fill the silence before speaking in a slightly sad tone.

"When are we going to stop running?" He asked, looking at me.

I passed mid-chew, swallowing the bite with the best impression of reassurance I could muster.

"We will, just not yet." He said, reaching my free hand out to hold Toby's.

He flashed me a smile before looking back down at his plate. I opened my mouth to talk, but he spoke first.

"I-I never should have done what I did." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.