Love Bites [Rykey]

Love Bites

(A/N I wrote this when they lived in the old house with them all living in the same room. Just saying so you don't get confused when I say beds and not rooms. Also, just look at fetus Rye and Mikey. They are so adorable. Andy in the background being jealous is a bonus.)

    Mikey sits down on his bed with his phone in his hand. He was scrolling through Instagram, not paying attention to what was on the screen. He wanted to ask Rye how you're supposed to give love bites. It's a question he always wondered, but he had never had the courage to ask anyone. Since Rye and him were finally alone and he knew he could trust Rye with anything, he decided that now would be the perfect time to ask.

   Mikey understood it's something that other people don't teach, and that you have to learn for yourself. But, he couldn't help feeling like he'll mess something up and whoever he's with wouldn't like him after that. Mikey's a very confident person, yet anything sexual and he turns shy and insecure in an instant.

   He placed his phone down on the coffee table and looked up at Rye who was lying down on Jack's bed. Rye felt the boy's eyes lingering on him and he looked up, making eye contact with Mikey.

  "You okay, Mikey?" Rye questioned, sounding concerned. Mikey opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. Well, it's either now or never, he thought.

   "Can you—Do you—Can you just, like, explain to me how you're supposed to give love bites?" Mikey released his breath he was holding, awaiting Rye's answer.

   Rye laughed quietly while sitting up. Mikey looked down into his lap, thinking Rye's laugh was pointed towards him. Rye quickly noticed and began scolding himself for his automated response.

"Sorry, you just sound like a school girl," Rye realized his choice of words probably didn't make the situation any better, "not that it is a bad thing. Um, anyway, why do you ask?" Rye stood up and walked towards Mikey, sitting down beside him on his bed and nudging the smaller boy's shoulder with his. Mikey looked to Rye, who had a caring smile resting upon his lips, despite the odd circumstance.

   Mikey sighed, "It's just that you're you, you know? And I have no idea what to do when it comes to this particular department. You don't have to tell me if you don't wanna."

   Rye draped his arm over Mikey's back and rubbed it a few times. "What do you mean that 'I'm me'?" He giggled, putting quotations around the silly phrase.

   "I don't even know. Whatever, forget I asked." Mikey untucked his legs out from under himself and went to go stand up, but Rye grabbed his arm softly and tugged him back down.

   "No, I'll explain it to you. Nothing to be embarrassed about. I just wanted to know what you thought of me, you know, regarding this department." He wiggled his eyebrows at him and Mikey fell back against Rye because no one can escape his failed humor.

   "It's just that there isn't really a secret that you are, sort of, promiscuous." Mikey let his voice trail off, knowing Rye might be offended.

   Luckily, though, Rye decided to take a different turn and feign hurt, saying, "I am not, Michael Cobban! You just don't get any at all, that's what makes it seem like I'm promiscuous!" Rye laughed out, not being able to stop the chuckles escaping his lips after he calmed down some. Mikey just blushed red, not even trying to say that he gets a lot like Rye does. Because if we're being honest here, he wouldn't be asking for an explanation on how to give love bites if he actually practiced every once in a while.