RoadTripTV And Mikey Cobban One Shots

BIKEY | Im Dying Mike

-EDITED-
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Brooklyn is ill and he just wants to be cuddled, but Mikey refused to pay any attention to him until he finished editing the vlog.
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"Mikeyyyy." Brooklyn whines squeakily from the doorway of the lounge. "I thought I sent you to bed?" Mikey says, still staring at his laptop screen. "Okay dad." Brook sasses before flopping his body next to Mikey and falling against him almost bonelessly.

"Brooky I'm trying to edit." Mikey playfully shoves the small blonde off of him. "Mikey I'm sick, aren't I more importa-" Brooklyn cut himself off by coughing. He winced at the scratchiness of his throat.

"You sound like a little rat." Mikey jokes and Brook just glares at him. "It's not-" Brooklyn stops talking immediately and clears his throat, his voice went a little too high pitched there, "It's not funny!"

"Your voice just keeps failing you."

"I know." The sick boy shoves his face into Mikeys' shoulder.

"You're sick get off of me!" Mikey shoves him away and Brook just whines in disappointment.

"Mikey please..." Brooklyn fake-cries, "I want you to hold me."

"At least let me finish editing."

"That's gonna take forever!" Brooklyn exclaims as loud as his voice would actually go. "Just give me a half an hour then I'm all yours, alright?" "No. Not alright." Brook huffs and crosses his arms.

"Babe." Mikey sighs before looking at his boy with a look that made Brooklyn shrink back. Brook tried not to laugh, Mikey was trying to be serious but he just looked too cute. I mean he's Mikey, no matter what he just looks adorable! "What?" Mikey asks with a confused expression when he notices Brooklyn's smile. "You're sooooo cute." Brook pouts, "And it's just not fair."

A blush immediately rose to the curly haired lads cheeks and he swallowed thickly, "Well thanks Brooky Boy, but you're still waiting until I'm done editing before you get a cuddle." Brook huffed and angrily flopped backwards, "I'm poorly, I just want some love..."

"Well I do love you." Mikey says, staring at his laptop as he speaks. Brook rolls his eyes, "You aren't acting like it."

Mikey sighs before looking at his boyfriend, he gently leans over top of him before planting a kiss right on the corner of his mouth, "Let that satisfy you." Mikey smiles cutely and Brook wants to scream. Brooklyn's face was tinted pink and he had to fight a smile. "I just want you to cuddle me, I'm sick and I'm cold. I know you're always warm and I just wanna snuggle before I die from this sickness."

"Little over dramatic don't you think?"

"I'm dying Mike."

"Okay, alright." Mikey tries not to laugh at Brook's overly serious tone, "I will mourn you then." That gets him a kick in the side. "Hey!"

"How about I make a deal with you?" Brooklyn smirks.
"A deal with the devil?" "Stop." Brooklyn sighs heavily.
"Okay fine. Grumpy." Mikey mumbles along with an eye-roll.

"How about if you cuddle me..."

"I'm listening?"

"I'll give you a back massage when I'm all better." Brooklyns's smirk returns, he could almost see the wheels in his boyfriends head turning. Brook almost laughed when Mikey reached to close his laptop. "That is a tempting offer..." Mikey decided against it last minute before going back to editing.

"But?" Brook asks, looking at the older boy like he had suddenly grown another limb out of his forehead. "You can't possibly turn that down." "Oh but I just did" Mikey smirks.