The Pack and Sidemen Oneshots

Vikklan- Change Of Plan

Vikk's P.O.V.

I giggled, glancing subtly around the corner of the door to his office. He probably knew that it was coming, he lived me after all and if he didn't know by now that I, the one with a channel where I was openly gay and vlogged almost daily, was going to make something interesting to upload then he had another thing coming.

I could hear him yelling, recording some map or game that was clearly making his rage and yell and he would probably be pissed off for the rest of the evening. When he was pissed off, angry or simply exhausted I tended to just cuddle with him, watch movies and wait for him to fall asleep but that night I had another plan.

When I said night, it was actually almost 2am and it was far too early for him to still be up. I wanted to go to bed but as a rule neither of us went to bed without the other to make sure the other was getting enough sleep and wasn't making excuses with work.

"Lachy!" I said, waltzing into the room with a camera in hand. He was lying, face down on his desk and I could tell he was absolutely fuming with anger. He was kicking the leg of his desk and his shoulders were heaving but I knew he wasn't crying, he was just very, very mad.

"What." He mumbled, sending one last solid kick into his desk. "I don't wanna talk right now."

This was his usual attitude after failing in recording his video so I wasn't worried, he just needed some time to calm down. I came up behind him, knowing that he was still recording because I could see his facecam recording on his other monitor, and pressed a light kiss to the back of his neck.

He sighed and almost deflated into the desk at my gentle touch, still not looking up at me. I massaged his shoulders gently, placing the camera down on his desk just out of his eyeline where it could still film him but he wouldn't notice.

"You alright?" I asked gently, pressing another kiss, this time to his cheek. His eyes were flickering as the anger faded and exhaustion took over, and even though I was trying to film a video and get some content, he was more important right at that second and I knew he wanted comfort.

"Mm." He mumbled, sighing heavily. "Mad."

I tapped the base of his chin and he looked up at me, his eyes half lidded. I leaned down, well in view of the camera, and pressed a kiss to his lips, light but passionate, controlling but loving and the second his lips met mine he completely fell apart against me, his eyes flickering closed and his entire body going limp.

Fuck it. I thought, turning off the camera beside me. Sure I wanted a video but right then Lachlan was more important and it was clear he was exhausted, mad and about to fall apart in front of me from all the stress and pressure he had been putting himself under.

"Come 'ere Lachy..." I whispered, smiling as he tucked his head firmly into my shoulder. He was pressed into the crook of my neck so tightly that I couldn't see his face, only the top of his hair and a tiny section of his forehead was visible from my angle, and for a second I smiled because I thought it was sweet, but I berated myself when I realised that Lachlan was exhausted and upset; not a time to be thinking about how cute my boyfriend was.

I sighed, gathering myself. He was still sitting on his office chair but somehow his head was the same height as my shoulder, making me smile a little. Goddamn you height difference.

"Do you wanna go to bed, or do you wanna have something to eat?" I asked gently, scratching the back of his head. My fingernails weren't sharp or anything but I heard his audible sigh of relief at my gentle, comforting massage and he nuzzled deeper into my shoulder. "Lachy?"

It took him a second to reply, his hands coming up to cling to my t-shirt.

"Bed." He mumbled into my shirt, lifting his head for the first time so I could see his eyes peeking over the edge of my shirt. "So... so tired...."

I spent a couple of minutes shutting down Lachlan's computer, saving his work, audio files, recordings, thumbnails and making a note of whatever tabs he had open for the following morning, or more likely the following afternoon. It was 2am after all and both of us were probably going to sleep for at least 12 hours, so it would be early afternoon by the time we woke up. I then finally replied to his previous comment.

"I know you're tired." I whispered back, rubbing the back of his head again. His head was still buried in the crook of my shoulder and he was still clinging to me, but by that point he was getting a bit frustrated and he was already overtired, exhausted and his emotions were at boiling point, so I wasn't surprised when he started to whimper quietly and squirm on the chair, fisting his hands around my t-shirt.

"Bed Vikky!" He mumbled, rocking a little. The madness from earlier had faded and now he was just exhausted, barely able to keep his emotions in check. He didn't need to though because even though it sounded like he was acting like a child, it was just because he was tired. "Bed."

"Shhhhhh, shhhhhh." I whispered, scratching his head again. "I know, I know. In a minute, okay?"

"Now." He mumbled stubbornly, pouting up at me. I smiled at his cheeky but exhaustion-inspired behaviour and finally I got up from where I had been crouching, tugging Lachlan to his feet while he looked relieved at the thought of finally going to bed. "Bed?" He asked, almost curiously.

"Yeah, bed." I said, taking his hand and leading him towards our shared bedroom.

We clambered onto the bed together and Lachlan slid under the sheets at once, holding his arms out to me for a hug. I smiled at him but took a moment to get changed, getting out of my day clothes and into something more comfortable to sleep in. Lachlan was already in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

The second I was under the covers Lachlan squirmed close to me, burying his head in my chest. I could tell that underneath the exhaustion he was still seething, fuming from his attempt at recording earlier so he wiggled around for quite a while, kicking his feet under the blankets and whining occasionally.

"Hey, hey." I whispered as he moved again, kicking his feet against the bed. "What's up?"

"I dunno." He mumbled, squirming again. "I just can't sleep."

"Come 'ere." I whispered, tucking my arms around his waist so he couldn't keep moving away. "I think you just need a hug."

I began pressing light kisses to his forehead and cheeks, and my hands, that were still around his waist, moved to play with his hair in an attempt to both calm and comfort him.

It took him quite a while before he even began to relax, his limbs still tight until his eyes began to slip closed and he sort of just shut down, even though he wasn't entirely asleep. I smiled to myself, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Night Lachy, I love you."