Randy oneshots

Wanna play a game?

Andy's pov
I rose my pale hand up to my face, smearing yet more tears from my leaking, puffy eyes around my red face as an alternative to leaving them drop to the swirl of black, satin sheets below me. I'd been awake for hours now but decided to go get a drink and that perhaps a walk may do me some good. I force myself out of my bed, grabbing my phone off of my black, wooden bedside table and checking the time. 2:47. It doesn't matter to me anymore, I stopped caring about what hour of the night I get my small dosage of sleep long before now and that's not about to change anytime soon, let alone tonight. I grab a plain, oversized hoodie and slip my phone into the pocket of it. I slowly drag my way out of my room, scuffing my feet along the way. As I cross the landing towards the stairs in complete blackness I hear the snap of a switch. Someone else is up too.
My theory is confirmed as I hear the creak of a door handle and the pattern of light footsteps. "Hey. You okay?" The groggy, sleep ridden voice questions. I turn on the balls of my feet to meet the figure still lurking in the dark void. "Y-yeah" I whisper back, my voice betraying me as it carries my tears with it on the sound waves. More footsteps.
I watch as his beautiful face meets the bright moonlight, making it glow, almost symbolising the perfection. "No. You're lying to me." He murmurs back, traces of hurt in his voice. I look away, knowing I must if I want to avoid his questions. "I'm going on a walk. That's all." I state blankly as I head downstairs, as quiet as possible. Of course I hear the steady thuds behind me as he follows my path to the front door as I slip on a random pair of shoes, not even caring that they belong to him. I'm just about to leave when I feel him grab my arm "woah slow down. You're not going out now" he chuckled. I shook out of his grip "yes I am" I sighed. "No your not and I don't care if I have to tie you to your bed, you are not leaving this house, at this hour, in this state" he ordered. I grunted and sulked on into the kitchen towards the kettle where I switched it on. As it began to boil, I placed my palms on the counter and tilted my head downwards. I feel soft, warm hands either side of my hips. They began tracing gentle lines over the fabric of my jumper silently until they slipped underneath and I felt his skin touch my body. I let out a small gasp, I must admit I really wasn't expecting that. Then I felt small, feathery kisses on my neck and up to behind my ear where he halted and carefully sucked on the sensitive skin causing me to whimper a little.

"Now, what's wrong? I won't ask again Fovvs" he mumbled, sternly into my ear yet with a caring undertone to it which comforted me. "Nothing really, just. I don't know but it's fine, it doesn't matter now." I reply truthfully. I may not have wanted to tell him but I refuse to lie to him. "You're really not gonna tell me? Out of everyone?" He asked sounding a bit sad. I turned in his arms to face him. "It's not that Rye. It just genuinely doesn't matter, a stupid nightmare, that's all. Okay?" I tell him, tears forming once more in my eyes. He nods reluctantly and pulls me in for a hug. His hand caressing the back of my head as I nuzzle my head into his shoulder, "thanks" I say although it's mumbled by his bare skin against my lips as he's shirtless. "It's okay" he replies kissing my forehead. Then the kettle makes a small 'ding' telling me it's boiled and we separate.

"Pass me another mug" I say. And he does so "who for?" He asks, even though he knows it's for him. "You of course" I respond with a small smile as I continue to make our teas. He moves to stand next to me and leans a hand on the counter as he asks "and what if I don't want a tea?" I chuckle and turn to see him smirking at me "well then I won't make you one, but you do because you're Rye" I say handing him his tea. He glances from his tea to me before saying a simple "okay". I start my way towards my bedroom again after the complete diversion of my plan. I reach the doorway and look at the sheets which have been swallowing me the past few hours. "Andy, you alright?" Rye checks. I look at him "do you think I could, like maybe sleep in your room tonight?" I murmur, quietly. He gives me a small smile before saying "sure". I follow him across the hall into his room. "Right this way mr fovvlar" he announces in a funny voice as we make it to his room. He places his tea down and goes to grab his laptop. "What do you want to do?" He asks. I furrow my brows. 'What do you mean? It's the middle of the night Ryan" confusion evident in my tone. "Well we can watch a film or play cards or build something or play a game or-" I cut him off. "Let's play a game" I selected from his multitude of options. He put his laptop aside. "Sure what kind of game" he questions, intrigued. "we play fifa and every time one of us scores a goal the other has to do something" I smirk. He thinks before nodding "deal" he agrees.

Ryes pov
"Ayyy, Sorry Beaumont looks like you're losing" Andy teases. I roll my eyes. "Yeah yeah not for long, what's your 'dare'?" I ask skeptical. "Take off your joggers" he says. I'm a little a taken back to be honest. Andy wasn't often like this, if ever for that matter. "Is there a problem ryan?" He questions all smug. "Not at all" I respond tugging down my red joggers and plopping back on my sofa. We continue the game "ya know if you wanted to play strip fifa, you could've just asked" I smirk, eyes glued to the screen. "Th-that's not what I-" he tries to stutter out. "Uh huh, whatever you say babe" I chuckle as he flushes red. I take the opportunity of him being flustered to score. "YES!" I shout. "RYE! The others are asleep!" He scolds me. "Fuck, sorry" I sit back down. "So..." he gestures for me to tell him what I want him to do. "Come sit here for the rest of the game" I tell him, patting the space in between my legs. His mouth hangs open a bit unsure until he smiles and responds "sure". He then saunters over to me before sitting in the space between my legs. "You do realise this is a disadvantage to you right? Now you can't see" he smirks at me, confidently. "Firstly, your not that tall princess. Secondly, I don't think it'll be me with the disadvantage" I explain. He furrows his brows at my statement. "What do you mean?" He asks, turning around to see me, his face only cms away from mine. "You'll see" I reply before continuing the game.

As the game goes on Andy keeps shifting in my lap "I'm just trying to get comfortable" he says, innocently. I roll my eyes, knowing that he's teasing me on purpose and the worst part is it's working. I decide to begin distracting him now, before I lose. I place light kisses on the back of his neck just like earlier and at first he ignores them, until I start applying more pressure and move down the side of his neck. I suck on the spot at the bottom of his neck towards his collarbone whilst dribbling the ball when I notice none of his players are moving. My eyes travel to his face to see his eyes closed and mouth open slightly and a soft moan leaves his pale, lips. "Mmm R-rye what are y-you doing?" He manages to ask. "I don't know-" I start and then suck on another part of his neck before finishing "what you're talking about babe". I carried on marking his neck as I moved towards the goal. "Open your eyes Fovvs" I whisper. His eyelids flutter open once more just to see as the players dab on screen. He sighs. "What do you want?" He questions. I think for a moment. "Jumper off" I tell him and he looks at me blankly for a second. "Why?" He challenges. "Because I said so. Also how can you ask why, when you told me to take off my joggers so I'm legit sat here basically naked" he blushes at that and removes the jumper, tossing it across my room somewhere. He suddenly seems a lot more uncomfortable so I kiss his neck once more "Fovvs relax, it's just me and you. You're gorgeous anyways" I smile and him as he nods slightly. And we carry on the game. Fovvs scores the next goal and makes me get us more tea and some biscuits. Then I score again. He doesn't even ask, just tilts his head around to look at me. "Turn around properly" I say to him and he awkwardly shuffled so he's knelt on a small bit of the sofa in between my legs and I roll my eyes at his cuteness. I gently grab his legs making him straddle me before he gulps and asks me "rye what is it that you want?" Not daring to make eye contact. "I want to kiss you" I whisper back before connecting our lips in a sweet kiss. Much to my relief he kisses back and his hands go to my hair as mine roam his torso. I gently bite his bottom lip as he groans giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth and explore. I feel his small hands run over my pecks and then my abs before reaching the waistband of my boxers. We break apart. "What was that?" He mumbles. "That was a kiss princess" I sass and he rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean. What does this mean for us?" He bites his lip nervously. "I don't know" I say honestly, taking his hand in mine. "But when I saw you crying earlier I wanted nothing more than to take you into my arms and kiss you and tell you everything was okay because you had me" I explain whilst rubbing his hand soothingly. "Then why didn't you?" He pushes. "Because I was scared. But I'm not anymore, if you want to - will you go out with me?" I ask anxious. He looks at me before nodding his head cutely and giving me a small smile. "I really like you Rye" he admits. I sigh loudly "oh thank fuck that would've been really awkward otherwise" I say and he chuckles. "How about we turn off fifa and stick on netflix" I smirk. "Oh you wanna chill?" He questions sexily. "Mmhmm" I nod looking him up and down. "Okay then" he agrees, practically sprinting to my bed. God he's so innocent. Or so I thought...