Lover Boy

His heart pounded in his chest and his breath was heavy as sweat covered his blushed skin. A cold black hands held his side while the other brush his wing upward.

Purple eyes looked down at him full of lust. Their shirts thrown over yonder.

The tall man leaned down to kiss him. His grip getting tighter as his knees started to buckle.

"Tom!" He hears Tubbo yell, startling him awake.

"What! I was sleeping you fuck!" He yelled back, getting up.

"I need help transferring equipment!" Tubbo screamed, kicking open his door.

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute to wake up." He complained, stretching out his wings and arms.

He was really buying time so he could think about that dream. He didn't know what to think of it.

Why did his mind conjure up the image of him being touched and kissed by Ran? It could mean anything, could it?

The more he thought about it the more he wanted it to happen. He wanted Ran to hold him, touch him, kiss him, love him.

He might be in love.

He hated it.

He walked over to Tubbo and they walked to the workshop.

He wanted to see Ran. This realization was making his heart ache to see him.

"Are you good Tom? Your looking feverish." Tubbo asked, looking at him.

"I'm fine, probably just all my exhaustion crashing on me all at once." He lies, not willing to tell him about his crush.

"You should rest. Kristin will probably freak if she hears your sick." Tubbo said, pushing him out of the workshop.

"Go to hell, I'm not sick." He huffed, making his way back to his room.

He wrapped himself up in his blanket when he got back to his room.

The lack of doing anything allowed his mind to wonder.

His memory of biting Ran popped up in his head.

He could feel his face physically heat up.

Was his crush on Ran the reason he tasted better? Something told him it most definitely was.

His mind also wandered to when Ran was holding his new suit, looking him up and down. He was so, very, close.

He could feel himself getting hard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no, no! Stop thinking about Ran, stop thinking about Ran!

He pulled at his own hair, face as red as his eyes. His breath became labored and droll ran down his face. His hair covering his face from view.

He hated how his power made his body look so dramatic. This was one of the times it was extremely cursed.

He saw a flash of purple particles and quickly whipped the droll off his face.

He held back a flustered chirp.

Of course Ran appeared at the worst time possible.

Ranboo's Pov

Tubbo told him that Tom was ill and to bring him breakfast so he could be a 'good boyfriend'. He was flustered at the statement but was also concerned for Tom's health.

He teleported into Tom's room and saw him wrapped up in his blanket and incredibly red. His hair was a untidy mess and his breath was labored.

Tom gave him a lop sided smile and he had to admit, the scene was fucking hot.

No, no, Tom was sick, he was here to help him.

"Tubbo told me you were sick." He whispered, walking over to Tom.

"Not sick." Tom huffed.

"You look like a absolute mess Tom." He said, sitting down next to Tom.

Tom grabbed onto his arm and snuggled up into his shoulder.

His face got a bit purple at the affection.

"I brought you some food." He choked, not knowing what to do in this situation.

Tom was sick, he shouldn't be getting all flustered, but then again he's clinging onto him and that's all he ever wanted.

Tom let's go of him and grabbed the food from his hands and leaned his head on him as he ate.

"What are you so clingy." He asked, looking at Tom.

"Ranboob." Tom muttered as if it answered the question.

He shook off the idea that Tom was being clingy because it was him. Tom was probably just muttering nonsensical gibberish because of him being sick.

Tom wrapped one of his wings around him and set down the plate next to him.

"I should go put up the plate." He said, going to grab the plate before Tom pushed him down.

He flinched at Tom's sudden action.

"No, your staying here." Tom stated with certainty.

His brain realized what happened and he turned all shades of purple.

Tom pushed him down and was fucking pinning him down. His grip was so strong. Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Tom laid down on his chest and wrapped his wings around them both.

"You got all purple!" Tom teased, poking him on the cheek.

"You were pinning me to your bed." He stuttered out, embarrassed that Tom realized he was blushing.

"You were still blushing." Tom proclaimed with a nod.

"Can you- get off." He asked, not really wanting Tom to get off but was also afraid Tom would pull some kind of stunt.

"No." Tom stated, shifting to the side a little.

"Why." He whined, trying to push Tom off.

Tom wrapped his arms around his neck and rolled them onto their sides.

"Because I want Ranboo cuddles." Tom huffed, snuggling up to his chest.

His heart was beating like a bomb but he couldn't help put his face into Tom's hair and run his fingers through it.

He didn't know if he would be able to do something like this ever again. He would cherish this moment for the rest of eternity.

End of Ranboo's Pov'

His cuddled into Ran's chest as Ran brushed his fingers through his hair.

He wasn't oblivious. He could tell Ran liked him now that he was looking for it.

He would probably confess his feelings to Ran if he knew how to.

Emotions were never really his strong suit.

He'd just enjoy Ran's head pats till he figured out a way to confess his feelings.