Roadtrip Oneshots

Rylyn, Affection

Requested by jadelovesyoutoo, so I hope you enjoy it!
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Rye

For some reason, my boyfriend was being even more affectionate that normal. Like, for the last five minutes of the vlog we were filming, he had latched onto me like there was going to be no tomorrow.

Not that I minded (I found it quite cute), but I knew what the comments were going to be full of when this vlog eventually came out.

I didn't say anything in the end, instead just enjoying his attention, but pretending that I wasn't enjoying it. We carried on recording for a few more minutes before Alex, behind the camera, signalled for enough to be enough. We ended the vlog, making sure that it seemed fluid and like any normal outro we had ever done.

However the second Alex stopped filming, Brooklyn only latched on more. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him to show him that his affection was well received.

I knew he was tired, because he had gone to bed really late last night, so it was kinda his fault that he was so tired. I wasn't very sympathetic, instead finding it funny, but he was cute when he was tired and clingy, so I figured that I'd humour him.

"Is someone tired today?" I laughed pointedly, especially when he whined.

"Shut up." He mumbled seconds later.

"I mean, you were the one that decided to stay up until three playing FIFA Brooky."

"Shut up." He repeated again. I heard him yawn into me, and I kissed the top of his head.

"Now, Brooklyn, as much as I appreciate the affection, can I please make myself a cup of tea?" I asked gently, prying his arms off of me.

He fought me for a bit, and I couldn't help but laugh at his feeble attempts to do so.

"Please?"

"Fine."

"Thanks." I whispered.

Brooklyn untangled himself from me and stepped back, rubbing his eyes and yawning again.

I awed at him, trying to hide my smile as I turned around. I made my way over to the kettle, however before I could turn the corner Brooklyn launched himself at my back, wrapping his arms around my neck, wrapping his arms legs around my waist to keep himself up.

I laughed as I stumbled forwards, my hands instinctively sliding beneath his knees and boosting him up. Once stable, he pressed his face into the space between my shoulder and the back of my neck, and I laughed at the sensation when his breath tickled me.

"Are you okay now?" I said as I walked over to the kettle, busying myself with making my tea, although the process took far longer than it should have.

About three minutes into the process, I heard soft snores. Brook went limp on me, and I stopped brewing the tea right away.

A much as I wanted that up of tea, I couldn't let Brooklyn fall to the floor because I was preoccupied. I boosted him up further as I felt him slip, and he muttered something under his breath.

"Sorry Brooky." I softly said, looking around the room.

I didn't know what to do. I could lower him onto the sofa, or I could carry him upstairs? But I didn't know if I could make the journey without dropping him, or waking him up.

"What am I going to do with you Brook?" I asked to no one in particular.

He snored again. I sighed and shook my head. Such an idiot, but so adorable. I smiled to myself.