- Bronnor Oneshots -

Sleepless nights

They were in a difficult part of their relationship. Not that they were going to break up, or they were getting mad at each other; it's just that Brad didn't know what to do anymore.

Connor had developed an insomnia that made him have panic to the darkness, and he just couldn't sleep. He didn't want to visit the doctor, and he was like a walking died now. He had red eyes and dark bags where placed under his beautiful eyes, contrasting with the pale skin of his face.

Brad had tried to make him infusions and he also put relaxing music on his bedroom, but that didnt work.

Brad was also suffering, of course. He suffered seeing Connor pressed against him, his eyes wide open while scanning the darkness in the room with his eyes. Brad hated seeing him like this, insecure. Brad's sleep hours were also reduced with Connor's problem, as he used to wake up when Connor moved (a lot) in the bed, trying to find a more comfortable posture against his body (this seemed kinda cute to Brad tho)

It was late night when they arrived from a trip around New York.

Connor entered their hotel room, expecting what was to come, and bit his lip nervously.

'I-I think I'm gonna play FIFA for a little while.' he sounded nervous, trying to find an excuse so he didnt have to go to bed. 'Brad you w-wanna join?'

Brad rubbed his neck, and then he approached his boyfriend.

'Connor, you can't do this anymore.'

'D-Do what?' he started playing with his fingers, looking up to Brad.

'Do what? YOU BARELY SLEEP NOW, CON!' Brad yelled, sitting next to Connor 'You've slept like, one hour in two days? That's insane!' He putted his hand on Con's knee. 'You need to visit the doctor.'

Connor moved his knee, refusing Brad's hand. 'Are you telling me I'm insane?' Connor's broken voice sounded hurt, very hurt in fact. Brad felt very bad at this point, realizing that he just made Connor feel insecure about himself. 'I-I guess your silence means y-yes.' Connor mumbled. He sat up the sofa, walking back to the door.

Brad walked quickly to the door, pushing it closed with his back when Connor opened it. He faced Connor, raising his chin.

'Of course you're not insane-'

'IT'S NOT MY FAULT BRAD!' Connor cut Brad, exploting in tears while Brad wrapped his little body in his arms. 'I-It's not my decision... I-I just can't sleep. It's not that I dont want, it's just that I can't... And even if I'm with you, i feel like there's something in the darkness and I'm terrified, I-I just think that this "something" can hurt you a-and I have to protect you.' Connor hiccuped in Brad's chest, trying to stop crying.

Brad just caressed his hair, trying to calm his boyfriend.

'I'm so sorry Con, I didn't mean it like it was your fault... I know you just can't.' Brad kissed Connor's forehead, seeing how Con started to calm. 'It's just that I hate seeing you suffering. I know you're tired as hell, and this is driving me crazy.'

'I don't want to drive you crazy-'

'I'm blaming it on your insomnia, not on you.' Brad cupped Connor's face with his hands, looking at his red eyes. 'Let's try something new.'

'We've tried with relaxing music, infusions, and anything works.' Connor mumbled. 'You can sleep in this bed and I'll go to another hotel room, I don't want to interrupt your sleep hours anymore-'

'We're together in this. If you aren't going to sleep, then neither I am.' Connor was going to interrupt Brad, but the boy put his finger over Connor's lips, silencing the boy. 'Do you trust me?'

'Y-Yeah.' Connor's lips brushed against his finger, trembling slightly.

'Okay. Then put your pyjama on.' Brad whispered to the younger boy, separating from him.

***

'Lie on the bed, face down.' Connor blushed slightly, obeying Brad.

The older boy sat on his lower back softly, asking Connor if he was comfortable.

'I'm gonna give you a massage.' Brad whispered, caressing Connor's back, looking at his tensed muscles. 'Just relax, I'm sure this will work.'

Connor almost moaned when Brad started his massage, and relaxed his back muscles, closing his eyes.

Brad knew perfectly how to give relaxing massages {A/N: dont ask why asdfghjk} and loved the contact of Connor's skin, soft and warm to the touch.

'Brad... I swear your hands are magical...' Connor mumbled against the duvets, almost sleeping.

'I know, it's not the first time you say that.' Brad smirked, running his hands down Connor's spine.

'S-Shut up.' Connor's voice was almost a moan, but Brad didn't say anything as he knew Connor was almost falling asleep.

He continued working till he heard Connor's small cute snores, and he almost shouted of happiness (it was the first time he heard his snores in three days). He lied down beside Connor, wrapping his hands around his boyfriend.

'Sleep tight, beauty.' he muttered against his hair, instantly falling asleep.

And, of course, Connor didn't have any nightmare that night.

Hey :') This one was the weirdest ikr, hope you liked it tho lol. Sorry for the slow updates, i'm having some problems rn that's why i take it so long to post, sorry ): xx

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