Random One-shots

Seeking Comfort-- (RozanDotTV [Ross x Tim x Max])

A/N Okay, this idea was suggested by SkyDoesMe, and he's cool. He my frandle. Anyway, I hope you enjoy what I can offer.               ~Cheela_writes

Summary: Ross has *monophobia, and has had it for a while now. It's something that just can't seem to go away. He hates being alone. And when he gets home and has to wait for Tim and Max to return from town, the panic starts to flare up within him. He's kept it a secret for so long about why he goes from person to person, bed to bed. Tim and Max have no idea Ross has been 'cheating' on them with each other. And when they both find out, they decide it's okay. Ross is just scared.

* Monophobia: Monophobia is an acute fear of being alone and having to cope without a specific person, or perhaps any person, in close proximity. This 'closeness' might mean in the same house or flat or even in the same room.

----------------( Ross' POV )---------------

             I smiled as I sat beside Max, comfy on his bed with him. "Ross, how have you been?" Max wondered. I turned to him and sent him a smile. "Fine. Great, when I'm with you," I beamed. Max only laughed and nudged me. "You want to try something?" He questioned. I shrugged. "Sure." I replied blandly. Max edged closer to me and pecked my lips. My heart did flips in my chest. "I-uh, you just--" I stuttered, unsure of how to react. Max giggled. "You're so cute, you know that?" He moved his hand to wipe some of my hair away from my eyes. I only stared at him, eyes wide. I loved him, yes I did. And that? That was more than I could ever want. I just hoped he wouldn't find out about what I've been doing. I heaved out a sigh. "What's wrong?" He asked. I simply shook my head. "Nothing. Ju-just thinkin' about stuff." I replied, looking away. He flashed me a concerned look. I lifted my head and was about to add something reassuring, but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in before I could force any words from my mouth. "Ross, tell me what's wrong," He gazed into my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it as soon as I felt him move me up into his lap. My legs were splayed, with Max's crossed legs between mine. I felt my heartbeat quicken. "I-uh. I uh, I like this. I, um, you're a good daddy, Max." I stuttered, unsure of what to say. Max's eyes grew wide, but he soon softened his gaze. He moved one hand closer to me kindly, but I winced back slightly. "Aww. I wouldn't hurt you, Ross." Max reassured, his voice soothing. I stared at him and he smiled. "What kind of dad would I be if I hurt you?" He questioned. I giggled, and leaned close to him again. "Wh-what are you going to do then?" I questioned. Max smirked. He placed his hand beneath my chin and tilted my face slightly upward. I was dragged in, my lips meeting his roughly, but the kiss itself being soft and sweet. I felt Max slip his tongue into my mouth, and I soon succumbed. I closed my eyes quickly, and moved my hands to Max's. I made him trail his hands up my waist, and he soon did the teasing motions on his own.

               It wasn't long before we both began to feel the heat between us. Max turned the tables, and I was pushed beneath him. My eyes flew open, and I looked up into the hunger-filled eyes of Max. He was panting, saliva threatening to drip from his sodden lips. "Ross, you have no idea how much I want this." He breathed, voice low. I smiled warmly up at him. "It'll be my pleasure to make your dreams a reality," I hummed without thought. I didn't need to think. My body only wanted. I had been visiting Max a lot in his room. It's nearly been a month since my first visit. He knew what I had been hinting at. And now, it seemed blatantly obvious. Max moved a hand to my jeans, placing his hand on my zipper. "Ross, do I have your permission to continue?" He asked, eyes big with a begging look in them. As I felt my bulge grow, I nodded.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Lapse~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

          I yawned. I had collapsed from exhaustion, and still what we had done was glued to my mind. I can only explain it as an amazing experience. I moved tiredly to sit up. I looked over at Max. The ginger had fallen asleep. I smiled as I watched his chest rise and fall as he snored softly. He seemed so peaceful. I opened my mouth and sighed out a yawn before getting up. With Max tired and asleep, I crept over to the door. I paused, hearing shifting on the bed. I looked back. Max was still fast asleep. I let out a breath of relief and quietly-- and carefully-- opened the door. I stepped out into the darkened hall. I looked around for a moment. I then headed to Tim's room. The brunette editor should be asleep, unless he's editing a video for his channel. When I opened the door, I peered in through the crack. A mass laid under the covers on the bed, brown hair just peeking out from beneath the blanket. I smiled. Tim. He was asleep-- as I had suspected. I crept in, creaking the door open slowly and as quietly as I could. "What?" I heard Tim's voice mutter tiredly. The mass under the covers sat up, blanket sliding down his face to reveal his tired expression. I smiled warmly at him. "I-uh. I just want to sleep with you, Tim. If that's okay. I had a nightmare." I replied lowly, feigning  a sad tone. Tim rubbed his eyes, then blinked a couple of times. "Ross? Why're you up so early, baby?" Tim asked. Shivers erupted along my spine now. Not just at Tim's words, but I could feel the temperature drop in the house. The cold rattled me. "Tim?" I choked out, biting my lip. Tim seemed to take notice of my suggestive bite, and hummed, leaning forward a bit. "C-can I sleep with you tonight? Please?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Tim smiled with a nod, and beckoned me to come nearer. I did as I was told, stepping closer to him quietly. "You can lie with me if you want. Come on Ross." Tim patted the area beside himself. I gave way to a weak smile and did as asked. I walked over and sat down beside him. Instantly, Tim threw the blanket around me. We were now both with some blanket around us, and I loved the warm feeling. "Tim, thanks." I muttered tiredly to him, a yawn escaping my mouth afterwards.