I'll Be the One to Hold Your Hand

You Hid Your Skeletons When I Had Shown You Mine

He was awoken by the small, but noticeable, sounds of.... moaning in his arms. Squinting, Rob sat up and looked at the curly haired man's face for any signs of distress. He saw the exact opposite and widened his eyes. 

He's smiling. What the hell is he dreaming about?  Why is he...moaning or groaning or whatever? 

Sighing, he lay back down, glaring at the wall, and retreated into his head. Biting his lip, he froze upon hearing the sound again. Brad was now squirming a bit and flipped onto his stomach, Rob stunned at what he heard next. 

Robbie.. Hnnngh...

Holding back a blush and nervous laughter, Rob sat straight up and stared at the guitarist in awe. He smirked and giggled quietly, turning over, facing away from the smaller man. 

When he suddenly felt a hand at his back, he gasped and waited to see what would happen. When the hand reached his stomach, Rob's mind and body lost control. Shaking his urges, he flipped over to try and wake Brad, only to find wide open eyes and a smirk, that stupid smirk. 

"W...Whatcha doin' there, Braddles?" Rob, out of breath, stared down the guitarist. 

"Umm.. Nothing. Nothing, sorry, I was just, uh, dreaming, yeah, sorry." Brad bit his lip, loosing the smirk, and tried to flip over, but was stopped by a hand on his hip. 

"Brad. Be honest. What's going on?" Rob furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the smaller man, seemingly trying to make himself smaller. 

"I had an issue and I'm fine now, Rob. Just leave it be, please." 

"No, what was the issue, Brad?" Rob, holding back a smirk, knew exactly what was happening. He just wanted Brad to say it himself. 

"Ummm.. Well.. Please don't freak out." Brad looked at the drummer fearfully and licked his lips. Rob nodded and looked back at him.

"Well.. I was kinda, maybe, sorta.. dreaming about you? Maybe. I don't know, maybe it was someone else and I was just confused, you're not even gay or anything, so I don't know, just go back to sleep, please- mmph!" Confused, he felt a pair of warm lips on his and a weight shifting on top of his thighs. Moaning into the kiss slightly, he pulled back to look at the drummer in shock. 

"Rob! What, are you, what?" Speechless, Brad didn't know where to put his hands and widened his eyes. Rob smirked and grasped the smaller man's face in his hands, kissing him a bit harder and earning whimpers, breaking the silence. 

"That answer your question for you?" Rob smirked again.  Brad just nodded and flipped so that he was sitting on the drummer's thighs and Rob squeezed his thighs softly, rubbing up and down. 

"You realize you still have broken ribs, right? And that we are on Mike's couch?" Rob shyly giggled and stared at the guitarist in awe. Brad shrugged and giggled, running his hands over Rob's chest. 

"But I had some rather nice dreams about you, Robbieeeeee." Brad whined and purposefully squirmed a bit onto Rob's thighs and up, Rob tensing a bit.

"Brad. Stop doing that, please." Brad smirked and did it again, resulting in Rob frowning and gripping the guitarist's hips carefully. 

"Brad, please.. Seriously stop doing that." Brad frowned and scrambled off Rob, looking at him in pure confusion. 

"I uh... I have liked you for a long time. I really have. But umm. I'm not exactly into sex. I'm uh.. asexual. I'm perfectly fine not having it and moving on, but uh.. I'm fine with making out and maybe a tiny bit more, but that's about it. I do like cuddling, however, so I mean.. That's okay, right?" Rob got shy and quieter towards the end, melting Brad's heart. 

"Of course it's okay, sweetheart. I promise. I never meant to push it or anything, I just.. Yeah. But if I get to have you, that's all I care about. No matter what."Holding back a slight blush, he kissed the tip of Rob's nose. He tucked his head under Rob's chin and nuzzled into his neck, making Rob tear up happily and rub the smaller guitarist's back. 

"I've liked you for so long now and now I can officially say you're mine." Rob smiled genuinely and kissed the top of the guitarist's head. He looked down to see that Brad had fallen back asleep, pressed as close as he could to the drummer. Rob shook his head and closed his eyes once more again, smiling. 

Author's Note:

This was a filler chapter, but the next chapter will definitely pick up in action and plot. But here's a lil something to keep the blood flowing. Sorry for the cheesiness and slowness of this chapter! Forgive me!