The Visit - A Kryohm fanfiction

The Idea

Ryan

It was after a recording with John, Jiggly, Mini, and Scotty, everybody but Ryan and John leaving the call as they continued to talk. They talked about what was happening in their lives, how their day was, and what games they could play with each other or some of their other friends. Ryan let John talk most of the time, loving how his tone changed when he talked about what he liked and he could almost feel his smile and sparkling eyes through the screen while he put in his two cents every now and again.

Suddenly John gasped, which made Ryan practically jump out of his skin and he laughed at Ryan's surprised squeak. "Oh my god, you should've heard yourself!" He laughed and Ryan blushed from embarrassment, covering his face and groaning.

"John!!" Ryan whined as the teasing pursued, only stopping once John got tired of it.

A small squeak indicated that John was leaning forward in his chair as he spoke, "Want to hear my idea?" His mouth was obviously very close to his mic and Ryan laughed nervously, knowing that John's ideas weren't always the best.

"Uhh, sure." He stopped giggling and propped his head up with his hands so that he could focus better.

"How about you.." Ryan's eyebrows raised at this, "Suck my dick." Laughter flooded through John's mic, getting slightly quieter as John leaned back in his chair with another squeak, until there was a loud crash with John groaning from (most likely) the floor.

It was Ryan's turn to laugh now and he could barely contain himself so he could speak, "D-Did you.. Did you fall out of your chair?" He could barely breathe at this point and soft, raspy, wheezes were emerging from his mouth as he tried to calm himself down.

He could barely register when John wheezed out a 'yes' and when he did, they both were thrown into another fit of laughter. "It's not my fault that my chair is a fucking asshole." John's voice grew louder as he leaned closer to the mic before (Ryan was guessing by the noises he was hearing) promptly sitting back down in his chair. "No, but you should stay with me for a bit." John murmured softly with a hopeful tone.

Ryan frowned and shook his head, even though John couldn't see him, "Absolutely not, John." He refused.

John sighed softly, "Please?" His voice was calm and low, which was pretty normal when they were talking one on one, but Ryan knew that he was trying to get him to give in.

"No, John." Ryan continued to refuse. 

"Ohm." John said firmly and Ryan shivered at his tone, huffing softly at the younger.

"John." Ryan said just as firmly, his frown growing.

John was silent for a couple seconds before talking again, "Please?"

Ryan crossed his arms. "No."

"Ryan, please.." Ryan visibly shivered, blush covering his cheeks as his eyes widened. He could practically hear John smiling behind his computer, that little bitch.

"F-Fine.." He muttered, though not regretting it as much as he thought he would.

"Awesome, thanks." John's grin was basically smacking him in the face through the screen at this point and he wasn't having any of it.

"Yeah, Yeah.." Ryan murmured, "Just text me when so I can go pack up."

Both of them logged off for the night.

AHHHHHHHHHHH

A NEW BOOK MOTHERFUCKERS.