8BitLovers- an 8BitRyan x Bazamalam Fanfiction

Baby Let Me Be Your Last

{Bazamalam's​ POV}
"Baz, what's been going on between you and Ryan? You've been much closer lately." Lewis read one of the questions asked while we all streamed together.
"Oh, nothing really." I said as I looked down at the baby I held beside me. He was so cute when he looked at me the way he was now. His head was tilted down slightly, his eyes moved up to look at me, and he smiled softly. He was still wearing my sweatshirt, which was so big on him. He was completely engulfed in it.
"RyRy?" He whispered softly.
"Hm?"
"Baby let me be your last."
I smiled softly at what he was doing. I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear,
"You're last first kiss." I kissed his earlobe softly. He shivered. I sighed happily as he relaxed against me again.
"Baz, what did you tell him?" Rhys asked as he turned around. He saw us from the camera. Shit!
"I was continuing a song idiot!" I snapped. Ryan tugged my shirt softly and whimpered. I looked back to see him with a sad look in his eyes.
"Baz..." He whispered. How do I always end up making him cry? I hate this.
"Don't cry my love, you'll be okay. I promise. No one is mad at you." I said quietly to him. He needs to understand that not every negative thing someone says it's directed towards him. He's so precious.
"What's wrong?" Lewis asked.
"He's just scared. I hate it." I responded. Ryan curled up on the couch and buried himself in my chest. Lewis paused the stream so we could take care of him. The rest of the quadsquad helps me so much with him. They truly are my best friends.

(That night)
Ryan can into my room while I was on Netflix to cuddle. He crawled over my bed, trying his hardest not to block my view of the TV, and curled up beside me. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer to my body. He sighed and relaxed against me. I leaned over and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against his forehead, then one on his cheek, then one on the corner of his mouth before watching the TV again.
"Ryan, will you ever give me back my sweatshirt?" I asked, not looking away.
"Oh, erm, yeah, if you want it." He said quietly. He started slipping it off, but I slid it back over him.
"You don't have to baby. Keep it as long as you want it." He giggled, a small, light pink blush covering his face. He buried himself in the jacket and myself at the same time to keep warm. He's such a cutie. I felt his soft breathing against my side and stomach. I laced our fingers together. He let out a soft sigh with another cute, small smile. He's so damn cute. We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the presence of one another. He was my baby, and I was determined to do whatever I had to do to protect him.
"RyRy?"
"Hm? Yes baby?"
"So, are we... Y'know... Together?"
I just nodded, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, making him blush more. Then he seemed like he had an idea.
"Bazza, can we record?"

"So what is going on guys? This is Ryan here."
"And this is Bazamalam here."
"So today guys, what we are doing is coming back to 123 Slaughter Me Street 2, because I have a confession to make." He looked over at me, so I squeezed his hand softly. I was holding it from off camera. I leaned over to whisper something in his ear.
"You can do it babe. I'm here for you." He smiled softly to continue.
"Ever since I played this game last time, I've...Been... I can't do it!" He said abruptly. He almost ran out of the room when I grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and kissed his lips slowly and sweetly to comfort him. He moaned and kissed back. My hands wandered around his body until they found their way under his shirt. He moaned when I pinched his nipples. He pulled back and panted softly. My hands made their way to his bum and squeezed it gently. He moaned again from the bottom of his stomach. I groaned softly in response. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants to tease my hard friend. He brushed his fingertips over it, making me groan.
"R-Ryan, the video..." I barely got out before he stroked it gently.
"You started it." He whispered. I smiled gently at the response and gave my own in the form of a groan in the back of my throat. He smashed our lips together again and his tongue made its way to the back of my throat. I gagged, and he moaned again, almost a groan. He pulled out of the kiss and faced the camera.
"Ever since I played this game last, I've had serious paranoia." He stated. "While I've had this paranoia, however, I've felt like they've been following me. They were gonna kill me. Bazza has been with me all along, making sure I was okay, making sure that I wasn't hurt. He was trying to take care of me." He continued to explain, making sure to lock eyes with me everytime he got nervous, so I could give him a comforting look. "In the end, what I'm trying to say is... I, 8-BitRyan, am in love with Bazamalam."