When Love Takes Over - Rykey (boyxboy)

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Mikey's POV

Not that i was about to complain, but Rye and i had to share a bed when i got there. It was the end of the first night. It'd been amazing, and we'd not long gone to bed.

I shifted a little to wrap myself around Ryan, and i heard Andy's voice, "oi, Beaumont?"

"Nah, it's me," i whispered.

"Fucking hell, he fell asleep quick," Andy sounded shocked, and i frowned, a little confused.

"He always does," i said. He always did. He always fell asleep first, and it always relaxed me, but i had too much going on in my head to sleep at the minute.

"Not here," he chuckled, "maybe it's you..."

"What do you mean?" i raised a brow.

"Do you always sleep with him?" he asked, and i heard the smirk in his voice.

"Yeah- well, when we're together, yeah," i said, still confused.

"Tonight's the first night he's ever fallen asleep that quick," he told me, "it must be because he's with you..."

I smiled. I knew Andy couldn't see it as it was pitch black and i was facing Ryan, but i smiled wide. "Maybe he's just tired..."

"He's not that tired," he chuckled, "i'm not joking, he's usually waking me up because he can't sleep."

"Seriously?" i raised a brow, looking at my best friend - well, what i could make out of him in the dark room.

"Yeah!" he laughed.

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I wanted to kill Andy the next morning.

"Look how cute the two lovebirds are!" his sing-song voice woke me up, "Mikey's sleeping with Rye because we haven't got the other matresses sorted yet, but something tells me they don't mind!"

"Andy, go away," i mumbled, and Ryan shot up.

"Oh shit," he gasped, and i pulled him to lie down again as i heard Andy turn the camera off. "Mikey..."

"Shut up, Ryan, and let me sleep," i mumbled, resting my head on his chest again.

"You're actually here," he said, and i heard the smile in his voice.

"Yeah i am, and i'm asleep so be quiet," i muttered against his chest, which was still covered in faint hickies. We'd sheepishly talked about that last night when i changed my shirt, and Andy couldn't help but comment about the scratches down my body.

"Mike," he nudged me.

"I love you but i'll fucking hit you in a minute," i frowned as i leaned up on my elbow to look at him.

"You're here," he smiled, and i nodded, "you're usually gone when i wake up..."

"What?" my brows furrowed in confusion, i was too tired for this.

"I thought it was a dream..."

I couldn't help but smile. I kissed his cheek, "it's not a dream. Hopefully i'm here to stay..."

"That'd be perfect," he smirked, kissing my head.

I was just about to drift back off to sleep when i heard Blair's voice, "right, are you two up? Studio today, remember? You two are showing Mikey how it's done."

I turned over to look at Blair, forgetting about the marks all over my chest, "what time is it?"

He didn't answer me, just smirked and leaned over to whisper something to Andy, making him laugh before he left the room.

"It's about 9," Andy chuckled, "is he still awake?"

"Yeah," i nodded as i looked back at Rye, who was smiling up at me like an idiot.