Roadtrip Oneshots-Requests open

Cuddles and questions - Randy

Hope you guys are good, I'm currently feeling dead tbh. I've got a really bad headache and I feel like writing this just made it worse but...you know how it goes.

The reason I couldn't update Tuesday is because there was a thunderstorm and lightning hit our lawn and it burnt out our tv, wifi and phone lines. So yeah. 😂👍

Hope you enjoy it!

{Andy's POV}

I groan as I slowly move and reach over to the other side of the bed for Rye. But I find his bed empty. My eyes snap open and I sigh.

No Rye.

I rub my eyes and stretch as I stand up, wobbling a little as I walk to the door of his and Harvey's room.

I head to the Mindy room, hoping to find Rye there. I cover up a yawn with my hand and discover everyone else in the room. I immediately go to stand behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and standing on my tippy-toes to settle my chin on his shoulder.

"Morning Andy," He says.

"Morning," I reply. He laughs.

"Your morning voice is adorable," he tells me. I make a noise and he takes my hands in his.

I think Rye can tell that I just want to cuddle. It's our first day off in weeks.

"Bedroom?" He asks. Even though he's quiet, all of the boys look at us.

"Not while I'm in the house," Jack says. Rye and I chuckle as the others chime in with comments.

"Not sex, Jesus. We're going to cuddle," Rye says. We walk hand in hand to his room, taking off our shirts and getting into the bed without covers. It's too hot.

"You're really cuddly today," he observes. I make a non-committal noise. He laughs as I press my cheek to his chest.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you," He whispers back, his hand tracing along the arm I have thrown across his body.

We lay in silence for a while, until he takes me off of him and sits up. I try to protest but he shushes me.

"Andy, are you having one of your days?" He asks. I shrug.

"Kind of," I say quietly. He sighs.

"Okay. I think I have a way to cheer you up." He smiles softly and I can see a tiny little bit of mischievousness in his eyes. I don't get even a tiny bit worried even seeing it, he treats me right, especially on these days.

He props himself up on his hand.

"You know what?" He says. I raise my eyebrows. "I love your cute little nose." I laugh, thinking that this is really off topic until he leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.

"I love your eyes," he gently slides his thumbs over my eyelids, closed over my eyes. Then, his lips are like butterflies, barely kissing my eyelids at all it's so gentle.

"I love your cheeks," he says quieter, kissing each cheek. I can feel the smile on his lips as he does. I keep my eyes closed, more comfortable than ever.

"I love your hands and how small they are." I feel him take my hand in his and kiss it, but I laugh a little.

"They're not that small," I say. I can tell he's doing that quirky little half-smirk of his even with my eyes closed.

"Okay, baby. I love your collarbones," he kisses them, and then makes his way up my neck, making me shiver slightly as he plants kisses all the way up. I tilt my head a little to give him more access but he just chuckles and gently pushes my face back with his finger.