Randy||bxb||Roadtrip Oneshots

Kiss it better

So sorry, totally forgot to update yesterday, so you get a double update. ❤️

Relationship status: not together

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Andy's POV.

I don't know why but Mikey and I were play fighting in our room. We were having a lot of fun running around pretending to shoot each other, kick each other and pretending to die or being extremely hurt. At some point, we started actually punching each other, but very lightly and making a big deal out of nothing.

"You'll never take me alive," he screamed across the room.

"Yeah I will," was all I said before I started running towards him. Right when Rye came in.

"What is all the screaming about?" He asks confused, he looked like he had just woken up.

I turned to look at him and explain when I feel a sharp pain across my face. My cheek and lower lip are stinging. A second later a burning sensation on the other side of my head. I place my hand over my cheek to see if it will numb the pain, gently putting my other hand on the side of my head where I must have bumped against something. I'm still not entirely sure what happened. I can feel something hot on my hand, I take it off my face and look at it. Red.

Everything was moving slowly, so blurry and distant. I sit down, trying to make sense of the room which is spinning slightly.

"Andy I'm so sorry, I did not mean to hit you that hard. I thought you would duck! I'm so sorry! Oh, his lip is bleeding." I hear this, and I can almost make out someone in front of me. My vision was blurry, and my face was numbing.

"Mikey what the fuck," I hear Rye's voice say, he sounds really pissed.

"I'm okay I think," I try to say this but I'm not sure it was audible. The good news is I can now see my surroundings and feel my face. The bad news is that I can feel my face, and the pain was increasing, I could feel where his hand struck my face, and I could feel the blood coming from my lip, the strain on the right side of my head wasn't decreasing either. I can also make out Rye telling Mikey off, loudly, in front of me.

:::14.02

Rye had insisted on staying with me. He had given me an ice pack, kicked Mikey out of the room and cuddled up with me in my bed.

"How is it feeling?" He asked for about the tenth time.

I lift the ice pack off my face, "Ryan, I'm fine honestly. Sure, it still hurts. But just a tiny bit. I'll be completely fine, you really didn't have to go off on Mike like that. We were just fooling around." I could still feel the cold from the ice pack, it had helped, so had time.

He smiles at me, "I know I might have overreacted. But I just hate to see you hurt." Again he rests his head on the pillow next to me facing me.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I say.

"Well, I can't help but think it was my fault."

"What? How come?" I say feeling bewildered, Rye would never do anything to hurt me or anyone. And I really couldn't see how he had anything to do with me getting slapped across the face.

"If I hadn't distracted you then maybe you wouldn't have been slapped."

"Seriously, Ryan. It was a slap, sure it doesn't feel great, but I'll be fine. It looks worse because of my lip, but it's okay." I say reassuringly. "Really, don't worry." He smiles softly at me and caresses my cheek.

"Can I get anything or do anything to make you feel better?" He looks dangerous, and I take this opportunity to take a chance. Maybe he'll take it as a joke, and I get to hear his laugh and if he doesn't...

"Kiss it better?" I say jokingly, expecting him to laugh. He does but not in the way I expected. It's a quiet laugh that surprises me, even more, when it stops because it's because his lips are pressing against my bruised cheek. He uses two fingers to tilt my head away from him so he can access that entire side of my face. He then continues to kiss my entire cheek, continuing along my jawline. When he reached my chin, he hesitated for a moment. The butterflies in my stomach had started a riot. I was so amazed at what had followed that cheeky comment.

"My lips hurt too," he grins widely before connecting our lips, I instantly kiss back. Placing my hands around his neck, immediately forgetting all about the still stinging on my left cheek. I could feel his hands on my hips. Unfortunately, we are both human, and we both need air, so we broke apart after a good second.

For a long time, we were just staring at each other. Before, "better?" He says smirking.

I nod, still not able to speak. Rye lays down next to me pulling me into his arms.

"I know this so early, but I've felt this for so long. That I love you." He sounds scared like he's scaring me off.

"I love you too," I say snuggling closer to him. My arms were resting on his chest, while one of his was around my neck the other stroking my hair. I close my eyes and feel his lips pressing against the top of my head. The things I've wished for, for so long, now I had them.

"So do you want to go on a date?" I feel like my heart is going to break my ribs and escape my chest.

"I would love to."

We stay like this for hours just tea content with lying in each other's arms. Occasionally talking, not saying much to anyone else who comes in the room, not feeling the need to explain. All I felt was happiness.

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So cute. Okay so I couldn't sleep, and I wrote this at two in the morning. Hope you liked it, please vote. Going to try to get some sleep, bye.

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