Show Me Your Love//DISCONTINUED

Sick(?)

~~Ryan's Pov~~

As soon as I woke up, I knew something was off. Brendon was whining in his sleep and wriggling around a lot, not to mention he was soaked in his own sweat. Without waking him up, I placed my hand on his (massive) forehead. It was boiling hot. As quiet as possible, and without waking up the others who were still asleep, I picked Brendon up and carried him to the kitchen, resting him on my hip. He didn't wake up, just whined again and rested his head on my shoulder. Without putting him down, I opened the medical cabinet and took out some cold medicine. I was about to wake Brendon up when I felt a damp spot begin to spread where Brendon's crotch was on my hip.

"God damn- Brendon, Bren baby, wake up sweetie," I said gently. His eyes fluttered open and he cringed at what had just happened. He opened his mouth to sob, "No, no, don't cry baby, it's alright, we're gonna get you cleaned up, ok?" Brendon shut his mouth, quietly sniffled and nodded, burying his face in my neck. At this stage, I had nearly forgotten about Brendon's sickness and was more worried about getting him into the bath and getting myself cleaned up. I gently sat him down on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water. When the tub was full, I checked the temperature of the water and, after determining that it wasn't too hot, I stripped Brendon down and slid him into the bath.

"Dada get in wit' me?" He asked quietly. I awed at the small boy and nodded without hesitation. He smiled and giggled as I took off my shirt and pants and slid into the bath with him. He played with my fingers while my free hand gently scrubbed him. After ten minutes I felt him abruptly stop playing with my hand and grab my forearm.

"Bren? You ok?" I asked, confused at his sudden actions.

"Ryan? What's this?" He asked, gesturing to my scars. My stomach leaped into my throat and I felt my breaths grow shallow, "Hey hey, Ryan, it's alright babe, it's ok, I'm not mad. I just want to know why you did it." Brendon said softly, turning so that he was facing me.

"I don't know Bren. I just- I was in a really bad place at the time and I find that harming myself is a good coping mechanism." I choked out, tears threatening to spill from my eyes at any moment. Brendon leaned forwards and kissed my lips. I embraced the kiss and pulled Brendon closer. He was straddling my lap now, still kissing me. I bit his bottom lip, requesting to be let in. He obliged and opened his mouth enough so that I could slip my tongue into it. After a few seconds I was fully on top of Brendon, and he was struggling to keep his head above the now lukewarm bathwater. I was about to go further when the door opened.

"Jesus fuck- I'm so sorry." Spencer said quickly before practically slamming the door shut. I gasped, pulled my head away quickly and stared at the door. I realised I was holding Brendon underwater without realising it so I quickly pulled my hands away from his shoulders. He burst through the surface of the water and gulped in air. We sat in an awkward silence for a bit, still in the position we were in before, when Brendon started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked jokingly, beginning to chuckle a bit myself. Brendon started laughing a full blown laugh, snorting now and then, which set me off too. We were sitting in the bath, laughing our asses off when Dallon walked in.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Dallon asked, "Spencer seemed pretty shaken up when he came out." He joked, which just caused us to laugh more.

"I- We were-" I couldn't finish my sentence as I was overcome with more laughter. Dallon started to laugh too as he bent down and took a couple of towels out from underneath the sink.

"Honestly, I probably don't want to know, but I also don't want you guys to be sitting in cold bathwater for an extended period of time, so hop out and dry off." He said, handing us the towels and leaving the room. I got out first and wrapped one of the towels around my waist. I looked back over at Brendon, who was still giggling to himself while grabbing the towel. I sighed and rolled my eyes. We were so stupid sometimes.

~~10 min time skip~~
~~Dallon's Pov~~

Ryan and Bren had finished drying off and were sitting on the couch, while Ryan gently ran his hand through Bren's hair. I was sitting on the couch with them while some of the guys were packing up and getting ready to leave, and the others were just sitting and talking, mostly fretting over Brendon. It took a lot of convincing to get the guys to believe that he was fine and that we could look after him just fine, but they eventually dropped the subject. Once all our final farewells had been said and all bags had been put into cars, I flopped onto the couch next to Brendon and Ryan, who were having a discussion that I couldn't care less about. I reached across to the table and took the remote, turning on the TV.

"Are you little, Bren?" I asked. He gave me a quick glance before shaking his head and continuing his conversation with Ryan. As Brendon wasn't little, I decided to put on the series that I'd been watching on Netflix recently. We were sitting in silence, enjoying the show when Brendon blurted, out of nowhere,

"I'm horny." Ryan and I stared at him in shock as he flicked his head back and forth between the two of us.

"I thought you were sick?" I reminded him. He shook his head mischievously.

"Nah, I just wanted to get the guys out of the house so we could have some alone time. I'm a good actor, right?" He said, putting an emphasis on the word alone. I exhaled heavily and rubbed my temples.

"You pissed on me in your sleep this morning though? What's that about?" Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow. Brendon clenched his teeth and breathed out through his mouth.

"Yeah, that... Uh, well- You're into that though, aren't you?" He said awkwardly. I blinked and looked at him with a bewildered look on my face. Ryan just sat there in disbelief.

"Well, yeah- no, wait, what the fuck? Yeah, but you could've just told us instead of staging a whole flu-esque sickness, y'know?" Ryan answered, chuckling at Brendon's explanation. Brendon shrugged.

"Yeah, but I'm just extra like that, y'know? And my forehead and that sweat this morning? I'd gotten up earlier and splashed some water on my face and put my head against a lamp," He replied, explaining his other sickness symptoms "Anyway, are we gonna fuck or what?" He continued. I looked over at Ryan and smirked.

"Yeah, alright." I responded, looking forward to the impending events.