Youtuber Oneshots

For Luke- Entire Crew

A/N: This is a poly oneshot, with the entire crew in one collective relationship. Don't like, don't read.

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Luke was sick. He hated it. While all the guys went out and enjoyed spending time together, Luke was stuck in bed with pains and grogginess. He wasn't alone though. Tyler opted to take care of him for the day so the rest of the guys didn't have to cancel their plans. Tyler didn't mind. He'd always had a soft spot for Luke, just as Luke had a weakness for Tyler. Luke was dominant with all the guys. All except Tyler. No one could explain why. Every time they asked Luke, his reply was the same.

"I dunno. He's my weakness."

Of course Tyler could get under anyone's skin in the house, in the best ways, if he tried hard enough. They all loved each other equally. No one fought over another. They simply spent time with who they felt like spending time with. Luke was protective of all of them, however. He'd stick up for anyone in the house if it came down to it. And everyone loved him for that. They loved when Luke showed them attention and affection. He was like a guardian to all of them.

"He's so sick. I've tried everything, but none of the medicine is helping." Tyler complained in the phone, letting out his worries. They were all worried for Tyler. Evan stood on the other end of the call, the guys surrounding him, the phone on speaker.

"Maybe he just needs affection and for us to take care of him." Brock suggested.

"Brock's right. Luke is always taking care of us. We gotta do something special for him!" Lui spoke up. Everyone agreed immediately.

"But what should we do?" Evan asked.

"Tyler!" Tyler heard Luke groan out in pain.

"Shit, guys. He's probably gotta throw up again. You all figure something out, and I'll keep an eye on him." Tyler told them.

"We love you Ty! Keep our baby safe!" All the guys shouted in the phone. Tyler smiled, shaking his head.

"We'll both be waiting for you to get back. I love you all too." Tyler hung up and jogged up to Luke's room. They all had their own rooms in the large house, but usually slept in another's. Luke was curled up under his blankets, shaking and crying. He hated being sick. It always hit him hard. "Sorry baby, I was on the phone with the guys. They wanted to check up on you."

"I'll be okay." Luke whispered, curling tighter into a ball. Tyler sighed and ran his fingers through Luke's sweaty hair.

"Does a cool bath sound good?" Tyler asked him. The thought of relaxing in cool water seemed suddenly appealing to Luke, who nodded and sat up slowly. Tyler tossed the blankets off of him and scooped him up bridal style, carrying him to the nearby bathroom, placing him gently on the counter. He turned to start the bath water before turning back to him. "Lift your arms." Luke complied as best as he could, weakly lifting his arms so Tyler could remove his shirt. Luke shivered slightly.

"I'm cold." Tyler smirked, standing between Luke's legs and attaching his lips immediately to the sweet spot on Luke's neck. Luke gasped, his hands resting weakly on Tyler's shoulders. Tyler nipped and sucked, rolling the tender skin between his teeth as he ran his hands up and down Luke's sides, casually pulling his body flush against him. Luke no longer felt cold. He cherished the radiating heat from Tyler's body, and the warmth from Tyler's wet mouth on his neck. Tyler took a moment to admire the fading hickeys and bites that littered Luke's soft skin. Some his, the rest from any of the other guys.

"Warmer?" Tyler finally asked. Luke nodded with flushed cheeks. "Stand." Tyler carefully pulled him off the counter. Luke clutched himself to Tyler's chest for stability as Tyler removed his sweats and boxers. Tyler guided him to the tub and helped him down into the cool water. Luke instantly relaxed, exhaling deeply. "Feels good." He mumbled, sinking into the water until it reached his chin. Tyler sat on the floor beside the tub. He refused to leave Luke in case he fell asleep or needed him. Luke reached a wet hand out of the water, holding it open. Tyler got the hint, holding his hand tenderly, pecking his knuckles softly. "When will the guys be home? I want them here with me." He pouted.