DalKenzie Oneshots [Dalton Rapattoni x MacKenzie Bourg]

• sick boys •

"Dalton, I'm sick, seriously. You can't risk getting sick too before performances. There are two beds in here for a reason," Mackenzie mumbled from under the covers of the hotel room's bed. Dalton sighed, sitting on the edge of their bed.

    "But it's really cold, and I want to cuddle," he complained, pouting.

    "Why do I have to be the responsible one?" Mackenzie groaned.

    "Because you're older...?"

Mackenzie rolled his eyes. "Okay, if you really find cuddling that important. If you get sick, I'm not helping you come up with an excuse as to why we both happen to be sick."

    Dalton smiled, pulling back the blankets and crawling under them, turning his back to Mackenzie so he could be the little spoon - something he always got made fun of for by the brunette. He felt an arm wrap around his waist, and he snuggled closer.

    "We're both going to be sick when we wake up, Dalton," MacKenzie sighed, giving up on saying no to him.

    Dalton just hummed in reply, closing his eyes.

    "Love you, soon-to-be sick boy," Mackenzie whispered as Dalton fell asleep.

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    The next morning, MacKenzie was awoken by the bed shifting abruptly. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting as he watched a very blurry Dalton run from the bed to the bathroom. He reached over to his bedside table, finding his glasses and putting them on, and got out of the warm bed to walk to the bathroom.

"Dalton? Are you okay?" He mumbled, voice still croaky from sleep. The only reply was a pretty awful retching noise. He quietly pushed open the door, looking down at Dalton, who was sat in front of the toilet looking quite pale.

MacKenzie sighed, walking over to the younger boy and rubbing his back in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "Are you sick?" He asked tentatively.

"No, 'Kenzie, I'm pregnant," Dalton rolled his eyes dramatically, about to laugh when his stomach turned and he had to lean over the toilet again.

"Damn, I don't get a break from Salty Dalty even when you're sick?" MacKenzie chuckled. "I'd do something boyfriendy like hold back your hair for you, but..." He gestured at the short length of Dalton's hair.

"I made a terrible decision," Dalton groaned, regret painted all over his features. MacKenzie nodded. "That you did, but it's okay, because you have a really great boyfriend who's gonna take care of you," he said cheekily, playing with the blonde's hair.

"I need to think of what to say for the livestream," Dalton stressed, standing and flushing the toilet. He went over to the sink and got his toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto the bristles. "Ang I knaw yow sid yowwoul-ent elp, ut I don' knaw wah to do," he tried to talk while brushing his teeth.

"I can't understand you when you have something obstructing your mouth," MacKenzie sighed, smiling. "But I'm assuming you're asking me to help you with that."

Dalton started laughing, trying to cover his mouth so toothpaste wouldn't go everywhere. "Thas 'hat she sid," he managed to choke out, giggling at his own joke.

MacKenzie just stared at this interesting work of art, this person he was dating.

"Dalt...why are you ten years old?" He teased, receiving a scoff from the subject of this matter. He smiled fondly at Dalton, looking at him through the reflection of the mirror.

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"I'm not sick; I have allergies," Dalton insisted, speaking to his phone camera. MacKenzie smirked from the other bed, continuing to scroll through twitter. "Honey, did you take your vitamins?" He called in a high-pitched voice. Dalton flipped him off under the camera, trying not to laugh.

"Hmmm," He hummed as he tried to keep up with the chat on his livestream. "Oh, that was MacKenzie. We're hotel roommates," he replied to a question, turning the camera to MacKenzie. He waved at the camera, grinning.

"I did not get the flu from him," Dalton said quickly, turning the camera back to him. "It's just allergies - I was diagnosed by a medical doctor," He lied, willing himself to not go red in the face.

"A medical doctor? Wow! Who would've thought a doctor would be medical?" MacKenzie whispered sarcastically to Dalton, laughing quietly.

Dalton's eyes glanced over at him momentarily, then back to the camera. "Anyways. I need to go and rest so I feel better for tonight's performance," he said quickly. "I hope you guys have a good day, and don't forget to vote tonight!" He waved goodbye, ending the livestream.

He turned to look at MacKenzie, pouting. "That was mean," he whined, standing and walking over to their bed and crawling under the covers. MacKenzie smiled, putting an arm around his shoulder to hold him close. "I was just trying to make you hang up so we could cuddle," he spoke, feeling warmth radiate from the feverish boy as he laid his head on his shoulder.

Dalton smiled. "You're sweet."

MacKenzie grinned. "You're not too bad yourself."

[I'm sorry that this wasn't very great eh. But then again I don't write this book to please others; I write it as a way for me to funnel my story ideas and creativity into one place. ;D Had to reference Dalton's (or should I say Salton's) instagram picture with the Salty Dalty bit, and had to reference the livestream he did where he revealed him and Mac were roommates. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!! :)]