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A/N I tried and tried and tried to fix the layout but it wont work. It looks weird due to it having to go through my phone and then a computer. Carry on and enjoy.

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Brendon stares at the old carpet his feet rest on, trying to breathe. Whatever
or whoever got him sick- he doesn't know. What he does know is that this
interview is not going to go well if he is forced to talk more. He won't, he's
sure. They know he's sick as a dog.

He could cough up a lung right now, but he holds it all in and takes a sip of his
water, focusing on letting air in and out of him. Spencer just rambles on and
on.

Ah, thank you Spencer. What would I do without Spencer. Good friend
Spencer, Spen. Cerrrrrr.

Ryan shift next to him and looks at him warily, hoping that he will at least be
able to stay awake. He's worried about Brendon- he is acting completely
different and being abnormally quiet and jittery. If anyone on this couch even
shifts Brendon will feel uneasy as the cushions dip down in the sofa. Brendon
looks back at him, stares holding for a few moments then paying more attention the the
glass between his hands. Okay, when is this over? He just might pass out right
there.

Ryan clears his throat, making Brendon startle then relax, him leaning closer
onto Jon because he is right there. Jon takes it, feeling pity for the sick
singer.

He doesn't even know the words that are coming out of Ryan's mouth but he nods
anyway because Spencer and Jon are. He can barely even see because of how drowsy
he is. Ryan told him to wear his glasses. He didn't.

The interview finally ends, the guy thanking them and letting them leave.
"Bren," Ryan hums, holding two pills in his hand and a small cup. "Zack gave me
these to give to you."

Brendon looks at them and back at Ryan who has a lazy expression on his face. He
takes them, the pills tasting bitter against his tongue. "I... Bus." Brendon
mumbles, walking away into the bus where Zack sits with Spencer.

"Hangin' in there, B?" Spencer asks.

"Mmm," Brendon just goes to the back lounge and sprawls himself on the couch
with his blanket from home. It smells like home; his lavender detergent and some
dog hairs here or there.

He falls into a light sleep quickly when the bus departs, nausea taking over
him.

"If he gets any whiter he will be transparent." Eric whispers to Ryan who is
observing him.

"Well, we will just wait it out I guess."

"So is it a fever you-"

"I swear to god, Eric. Use that pun and I'm taking away your yamaha." Ryan
bites, rolling his eyes to the words.

"Shut UP," Brendon's scratchy, sore voice raises. It's basically a bunch of
squeaks.

"Sorry, babe."

"I wanna go home." Brendon wants to start crying into his pillow but he can't
because A. He's a man and B. He's sure he is completely drained on body fluids.

"The tour ends tomorrow and it's not a performance. Maybe you'll be better by then." Ryan moves to sit at the end of the couch, Brendon coughs. "Come here," Ryan whispers, pulling at the blanket. Brendon listens, sitting up then crawling into Ryan's lap. His head
nestles into his chest, a small part of bare skin showing from his v-neck. Ryan
sighs and wraps an arm around him and rubs circles around his back, feeling the
bone of his spine curve. "When we get home I will make you hot cocoa."

"You can make hot chocolate?" Brendon looks up to him curiously. Ryan is the
kind of guy that would burn cereal.

"Well, there are directions on the packet." Brendon smiles at the feeling of Ryan's chest
vibrating against him as he speaks. Ryan pecks his lips, moving to his cheek and
to his hair, it smelling like coconut and a bit like sweat. He doesn't mind at
all.

The bus shifts, Brendon biting the inside of his bottom lip because his brain is basically
jumping back and forth in his head and he can hear his pulse. Ryan notices his
discomfort and holds him tighter, tangling his fingers in his hair.

The bus is otherwise silent other than Brendon's noticeable breathing.

"I... Lie-" he coughs, "down." Brendon rolls off of Ryan onto a pillow, Ryan
following to face him.

He pulls the blanket over himself so they're sharing. They
stare at each other for a moment, Brendon sniffling and brushing his fingers
along Ryan's torso. "I want to kiss you but I'm sick."

"I don't care, you can kiss me anyway." Ryan smiles, placing his soft lips
against Brendon's chapped ones. It feels great to them, not having kissed him
for over twenty-four hours. Small breaths are taken between kisses because
Brendon still can barely breathe. Ryan just kisses back, not feeling hesitant.

"Eww Ryan, you're going to be sick tomorrow."

"Eric."

"Ryyyyyyyan."

"Leave."

"Whatever," Eric scoffs and walks back out, heading back towards the bunks.

Brendon coughs and shifts, Ryan only holding him tighter. "I'm... G- gonna be
cou-ghing all night."

"Nyquil."

"Yeah, 'Kay."

Ryan holds him for a while longer until he needs to get Brendon to fall asleep
and not cough. He wanders to the front of the bus, Jon, Spencer, Zack, and Eric
hanging around. The cellist and two roadies are in their bunks; probably
drifting asleep after their uneventful day. "He still alive?" Jon asks, a hint
of concern in his voice.

"Barely. Edge of unconsciousness right now. I'm gonna make him swallow one of
these." Ryan replies sleepily.

"Is he going to be better for tomorrow?" Oh Zack, always talking about business.

"They're just interviews. With the techs and Eric leaving tomorrow I'm sure
he'll just have an easier recovering time."

"Dr. Ross. How legit." Spencer grins. Eric just frowns down at his beer.

"'Night," Ryan waves them off, making his way back to Brendon. Brendon's upper
body is now bare and the blanket is pushed off, no longer wearing a shirt due to
him feeling too hot. Ryan sighs loudly and nudges Brendon who just groans. "Take
this. You'll be out in minutes."

"I don't wanna go to bed yet Ryyy. You're so pretty and I want to look at you
all night Ryyyyy."

"Odd. Have these." Ryan forces them into Brendon's hand.

"Nooooooo." Brendon holds out his other hand and Ryan grabs it, Brendon instantly
pulling him down with him. "Why... you so go-od to me?" His breath is going all over Ryan- Ryan has to try not to breathe him in that much. Not that he's not already going to get sick.

"'Cause you're my boy," Ryan laughs to himself, thinking about that movie which
Jon is obsessed with and plays on the bus at least every week.

"Can w-e still kiss?" Brendon's voice cracks after every other word.

Ryan considers it for a second, "Mmhm," He moves to sit next to Brendon, placing soft kisses against the warm skin of his neck. His hands wrap around Brendon easily, feeling the smoothness
and dips of his lower back.

Small noises escape Brendon as Ryan moves to his collar bone while he pulls off
Ryan's shirt. "I already am going to get sick," Ryan whispers against Brendon,
making him shiver. He kisses him hotly, similar as before letting Brendon catch
a short breath between each one. Ryan's tongue slides along Brendon's lower lip
quickly and Brendon obliges to let him explore his mouth. Their tongues
crash together along with their lips, Ryan scooting closer to be on Brendon's
lap, feeling him getting harder against him.

"F-fuck me," Brendon orders. Ryan looks at him shocked.

"You're insane. You're ill and insane."

"Don't make me beg, Ross." Brendon huskily responds, kissing him again
desperately.

"I'll see what I can do," he grabs Brendon's belt, undoing it with one hand
while the other grasps his bulge.

Brendon bites back from just yelling at Ryan to move faster because he is being purposely slow. "Don't tease,"

Ryan grins, finally undoing the zipper and realizing he isn't wearing underwear.
He pulls off his pants grabbing the shaft of his cock and moving slowly,
trailing kisses down his chest and under his belly button. He moves his hand
faster and kisses his hip bones inching closer to his cock and running his
tongue over the tip. Brendon's breath hitches and he grabs his hair as Ryan
takes him in slowly, moving his head up and down. His tongue is hot and his
cheeks hollow making Brendon tilt his head back and moan. It's loud that people
on the bus probably heard but he doesn't care because Ryan takes him in deeper
to the back of his throat. "Mpft, I'm gonna- R-"

He comes down Ryan's throat and he swallows, not even wincing or gagging. He
pulls away and leave kisses at the tip and back up his body while Brendon
recovers. Ryan quickly turns away, having a sneezing fit and stuffy nose
already.

"Bless you, bless you, bless you." Brendon smiles, tilting Ryan's chin up and
kissing him. The kiss is cut off by Ryan coughing.

"God bless you. You can't bless people." Eric laughs from behind the curtain.

"You fuuucker." Ryan mumbles.

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A/N Just a little funny oneshot for ya'll to tide you over on updating the two other fics. Rate and review?