Raised by Ronnie.

"I deserve a purple heart for all my fucking wounds."

†Ryan†

The next morning I woke up and looked over at Ronnie. He had his back facing me and I grimaced. Deep red gashes filled the entire surface of his back. There was a faint bruise around his neck and wrists, and as I looked under the covers, I saw that his hips had nail marks. Oops. 

"Ronnie..." I whispered, shaking him awake as lightly as I could. He went to turn over, but gasped in pain. I flinched. 

"Ronnie, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. He slowly turned himself over so he was resting on his back, and slowly turned his head towards me. 

"Fuck, Ryan, what the fuck?" he moaned, examining the bruises on his wrists. I bit my lip nervously. 

"I thought you might like it..." I mumbled, going bright red. He kissed the top of my head, and I looked up to see him giving me a pained smile. 

"I did like it. It was really, really sexy. Thank you." he said, kissing me again. I sighed and lightly rested against him, making sure he wasn't hurt. 

"So, we have a gig tonight, and your vocalist is all carved up." he mused, stroking my hair. I clapped a hand over my mouth - I'd forgotten all about the gig. 

"Well, you could always keep your shirt on?" I suggested. He hooted with laughter.

"No, man. That's not how I roll. Scars or no scars, I'm going on there topless with my ass hanging out." he said in almost comedic defiance, and I laughed despite myself.

"But what will our fans think?" I asked. He gave me a cool smile. 

"Psht, they'll think "Holy shit, Ronnie and Ryan had kinky sex last night. Great!" he said, mimicking the sound of a teenage girl impeccably. I laughed again.

"Come on, baby, let me help you out of bed." I said. I stood up and he held his arms out for me. I grabbed his forearms firmly and tried to raise him off the bed. He gasped and moaned in  pain a lot, but we eventually got him off. 

"Hang on, I've got some of that numbing cream stuff, do you want some?" I asked. He smiled in relief. 

"Oh, yes." he breathed. I pulled on some underwear and jeans before kissing Ronnie lightly on the cheek and leaving the room. 

I came back a few minutes later, bearing cream. Ronnie smiled with glee when he saw me. I unscrewed the cap as quickly as I could, and applied the first blob of cream onto his wounds. He gasped in pain every now and then, but I knew it would help. 

"There!" I announced when I was finished. He stretched out his arms and sighed. 

"That's so much better. Thank you, babe." he smiled. "Could you chuck me some clothes by the way?" he asked, heading for the bathroom. I scooped them off the floor and threw them at him. All of which he caught smoothly and brought into the bathroom with him just before he closed the door. I shook my head, chuckling as I left the room to join my band in the kitchen. 

[Just a side note, my darlings. I apologise for this chapter, and it's lack of anything happening except Ryan applying cream onto Ronnie's back (which I found pretty hot, but hey.), I was half asleep when I wrote it, and after that last chapter, I needed something to cool down the story a bit. ;) Also, I know it's dragging my dears, and I'm sorry, but I'm going to be wrapping it up soon. I already have the ending in mind, it's just a matter of how to get there. Stay with me though. :)]