Stop Holding Me Under & Let Me Breathe (Tyler Carter/Michael Bohn) {oneshot}

Title : stop holding me under , and let me breathe .
Song : stingray affliction (issues)
Pairing : Tyler Carter / Michael Bohn
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Tyler's Point Of View
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I was enjoying the American Dream Tour . Yeah , WAS . As in , I'm not anymore .
Although , I never let it get to me , touring has become harder since I came out as bisexual .
No one takes me , my band , my songs , nor my fans serious anymore .
Because , who wants to look up to a fag ?
That's what I am , right ?
I'm just a good for nothing faggot , huh ?
I can put myself so far out on the line , and make songs that are so meaningful and close to my heart , and people will just laugh at me .
I know things would've been different if Rachael were still here .
I remember all those times I thought I didn't need her , and she was taken from me so quickly .
But , I guess things happen for a reason .
One angel was taken away from me , to be replaced with another .
It seems things worked out that way .
I lost my partner , my best friend , my love , my everything , my Rachael ; to be given someone new .
I feel Michael was given to me to protect me after Rachel was gone .
But , when people aren't just verbally attacking me , but they're saying bad things about Rachael and Michael , that's when I know I can't take much more .
To hear that Rachel died because she couldn't take anymore of my faggot bullshit ; then to hear that Michael will probably kill himself for the same reason , it just kills me .
That's why I'm sitting in my bunk , crying , while everyone else is out somewhere partying .
Although I wish Michael were here , I'm glad I'm alone .
I haven't had time to sit and sing any new tunes to myself .
Twenty minutes later , I found the motivation to get up , dry my eyes , and grab a pair of Josh's drum sticks .
I began tapping out the rhythm to our single , "Stingray Affliction" and I began to sing .
"No , I don't wanna be tough . I wanna make sure they can see me cry , sure enough . I don't wanna bottle this up . yeah , yeah , it's that way you make me feel , when your around me . tough guy dies , just a little inside , this town , it might show no love ." I stopped my sad excuse for an acoustic version of the chorus .
I wiped the tears I didn't even notice I had cried .
"But , kid , you gotta wake up ." I heard Michael's angelic voice from behind me .
"Michael . You're back ? Go away , please ?" I asked , but more like demanded .
"What's wrong Tyler ?" Michael asked me .
"Nothing ." I tried to say calmly , but my voice crack differed .
"Tyler , what's wrong ?" Michael demanded I tell .
"Goddammit Michael . It's nothing . I-I just wanna be a-alone . Okay ?" I asked , crying .
I felt strong arms wrap around me .
"It's not okay , Tyler . Something's hurting you . Please , let me help ?" Michael asked , his voice softening .
"I just , I don't want you to see me cry . You shouldn't see me when I'm weak . I need to , I needa be strong ." I said , wiping away more tears .
"You don't have to be afraid to cry around me , Tyler . I wanna experience these emotions with you . Please , just let me in ?" He asked .
So , I gave in .
I turned around so my chest was to his , and we were properly hugging .
I bent down slightly , to hear his heartbeat .
"It hurts , Michael ." I cried into his chest .
"What hurts ?" he asked .
"What they say ." I said wiping my tears away .
"Who ? What do they say to you ? They didn't hurt you , did they ?" he was so concerned .
"Michael , why do people that I love always die ? They , they just leave me . Am I that bad to be around ?" I asked .
"The people that you love , they die for a reason . They don't purposely leave you . And you listen here , right now . You aren't bad to be around ! I would spend every second of my days around you If I could ." Michael whispered to me .
"The fans . Why do they say bad things about me ? I'm a just a worthless fag ? I can't do this anymore , not when they start talking shit about my angels ." I had told him , I'm one quick breath ; just trying to let it out .
"They're not fans if that's how they treat you . You aren't worthless , because you're worth the world to me . and so what if you're a fag ? Be as gay as you want ! That's you ! They can't stop the amazing person that Tyler Carter is . Now , they're talking shit about your angels ? who're your angels ." Michael questioned .
"My first angel is my Rachael , because she's so so much for me , and m-man do I miss her so damn much ." I said , my voice always falters while talking about her .
"It's okay Tyler . I know you miss her . You just have to look at the positive things life brought you , after her . Who's your other angels ?" Michael asked me .
"Well , he's been a friend of mine for quite a long time now , and I love everything about him , and I just love him , and he's always protecting me , and he's always there for me . He showed up at the time I needed him most and hasn't left me since ." I choked out , in a whisper . "But , the negative people , they say he's going to kill himself , because he can't stand me . I know I'm not that bad , but , I just don't want y-you to die because of m-me . I wanna be with you forever , but I can't help but think that they're true ." I clutched Michael's shirt and cried harder into it , as he held me in his strong arms .
"In one of your angles ?" He asked .
I nodded . "You've always been . You helped me see the beauty in life when I was at my lowest . I love you Michael , I love you so so much ." I confessed to him .
His grip on me lightened . He had let go of me completely . He moved slightly back , and took my face in his hands .
He looked at me , and I couldn't help but flick my eyes down to his lips . He smiled .
"I love you Tyler ." and with that , he kissed me .
It was the most passionate kiss I've ever received .
It was almost like a fairy tale . I got fireworks and butterflies and everything else .
He makes me feel like an elementary school girl with a crush on the guy just a grade ahead of her .
When he finally pulled alway , he trialled small kisses all around my face .
"Tyler , no ones ever gonna take me away from you . And I most certainly will not kill myself because of you . I wanna be with you forever . The was you make me feel is all fuzzy inside and weird , but I love it ." Michael said , and gave me a quick kiss on the lips .
"Will you be my boyfriend ? We can have snuggle dates and act like fags all we want and be stupid together ; almost like we already are now , but we'll kiss more ." Michael asked .
I laughed at the was he worded it .
"Of course I will ! You were always my snuggle buddy though ! And , well probably kiss every twenty seconds or so , because I just cannot get enough of you ." I said , and I tippy toed to plant a kiss on his lips .
"Haha you're so much shorter then me , you need to tippy toe ." he began laughing at me .
"Hey ! I like my Michael tall ." I told him .
He pulled me away into the back lounge to snuggle and kiss and watch movies and play xbox and just spend time together without a care in the world .
Especially not thinking about what the others would think of us dating .