Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Hot Chocolate

Jadelovesyoutoo requested a Rykey Oneshot, so here it is!
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Mikey

My favourite time of the day was when myself and Rye curled up on the sofa until two in the morning, drinking hot chocolate, cuddled beneath a blanket.

Talking about everything. From our families. To the boys. To our careers. To our struggles in life. To our feelings. Quiet laughter. Muffled hysterical laughter as we tried to not wake the boys up. Tears. Sobs when our emotions became too much.

Wrapped in each other's arms.

A film on in the background playing on a laptop, volume muted unless it was a good film. Or our favourite songs. Pop songs. Ballads. Soul. We'd sing along softly, staring into each other's eyes, hands intertwined.

Or the nights when it was quiet. No music and no films. Just Rye tracing my body with his fingertips, drawing shapes and lines and words all over my arms and chest and torso and neck. His soft kisses on my skin.

How I'd giggle when his feet brushed against mine, and I'd flinch.

"Your feet are cold." I'd exclaim, curling away from Rye playfully.

He would take me in his arms and pull me closer.

"Then warm me up, stupid." Rye would say with a laugh, making sure to brush his cold feet all over my legs.

And then he would tickle me. Tender to begin with. The look in his eyes would change, and I'd shield myself as much as I could.

Only his fingers wormed their way towards me, finding every bit of exposed skin. Attacking me with giggles and tickles.

His laughter would fill my heart with contentment. Our faces red. Us having moved so that Rye was straddling me. Soft kisses on my lips that tasted of chocolate. His nose brushing against mine with a smile, his brown eyes full of warmth and love and light and absolutely everything I could ever imagine.

His eyes were like fireworks. But not explosive, only they exploded with emotions. All different colours and intensities of emotions flickered back and forth in his eyes.

"I love you Mikey. So damn much." He whispered as he cupped my jaw.

I lifted my hand to trace his smile.

He didn't show his smile often, but when he did I knew it was genuine.

My boyfriend was a quiet soul, believe it or not. He smiled on occasions. He did laugh a lot, but it was never really genuine. More to make a statement. He was a reserved character, rarely showing his true colours.

But the smile he had on whilst he looked at me... I knew it was genuine. The corners of his lips would curl upwards; my favourite Rye smile to date. His cheeks rose upwards, crinkles on the corners of his eyes. Hair soft but messy.

"You should smile more. It suits you." I said quietly.

He blushed, averted his gaze. He tried to hide his smile by ducking his head into my chest, but I pulled his head back up to look me in the eye. He bit his lip, but the smile only widened.

"I love you too." I said seriously. He sighed, fondness on his face.

Rye would settle down properly, arms wrapped around me.

And then we would sleep until Jack or Brooklyn woke us up.

But before that last thing, my favourite time of day. Especially the days we did that. If not we would be in my room, or Rye's room. Doing everything we did downstairs, only minus the hot chocolate.

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Here you go, short but sweet! 😂❤️

And for those of you who wanted a part 3 to my last one, I'm really sorry but I'm quite busy at the moment and won't have time to. Eventually I might come back to it, but for now I'm gonna have to leave it.🙁

Thanks to fatima_radhwan, GymnastBeth, sophiaxsth, Troyler_Lover15, dvffies, BuckleYourSeatbelt and chloeolly04 for voting!❤️

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