One Shot: Protective

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Title: Protective
Rating: PG-13 for a couple of swear words and a little innuendo.
Pairing: It's me. Brad/Ryan

Summary: Brad is feeling more than a little protective after Chip hurts Ryan. FLUFF ALERT!

A/N: Please leave a comment! It was just a small idea after watching 'Superheroes' where Ryan was the toddler learning how to walk and Chip was the 'Mosh Pit Kid' and Chip literally fell on Ryan completely and I saw that he landed right on the stairs. I was like "OW! GET OFF HIM!" I mean, seriously, Chip is gonna put him in traction one day....anyway! This was spawned from that, so enjoy!







Ryan grinned as Brad pinned him down on the bed and leaned up to meet the soft lips of his lover. He moaned as Brad ran his hands along his sides, occasionally pressing a spot which he knew would send Ryan into a fit of giggles. In a few minutes, both of them were rolling about the bed, trying to take advantage of each others ticklish spots and occasionally exchanging a kiss. Ryan flipped Brad onto his back, straddling him and began lightly stroking his stomach which caused Brad to gasp out a truce as he struggled to breathe in between fits of laughter.

 

“I win! Again!” Ryan laughed smugly, sitting back slightly.

 

“Only because I let you,” Brad huffed, folding his arms behind his head.

 

“That’s what you always say!”

 

“And I’m always right.”

 

“God, you’re worse than a child, Sherwood,” Ryan shook his head.

 

“This from the man who started the tickle fight?” Brad raised an eyebrow, “Now, while you’re in that position, how about startin’ something?”

 

“Wanna be startin’ something?” Ryan murmured, leaning down and smirking at him.

 

“Baby got back?” Brad smirked back, sliding one hand around to his ass.

 

Ryan arched back into his hand, “Beat it.”

 

Brad slapped him on the ass, “Dirty Diana.”

 

Ryan looked down at Brad’s crotch and stroked the bulge in his pants, “Shaft.”

 

Brad opened his mouth to retort, but another particularly good stroke from Ryan stole whatever little blood there was in his brain. Shifting slightly, he wrapped his arms around Ryan and turned them over so that he was pinning him to the bed. He moved to steal a kiss only to stop in concern when he saw that Ryan was biting into his lip to stop himself from yelling in what looked like pain.

 

“Ry? Are you alright?’ Brad asked, feeling increasingly alarmed. He moved back to give room to Ryan to get up and gave him a hand when it seemed to cause him more pain.

 

“I’m fine,” Ryan assured him, but his voice held a little strain. Brad also noticed that he was curling protectively around his ribs and moved forward, unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, grabbing his hands.

 

“Did you hurt your ribs?” Brad asked, frowning.

 

“No, you just poked me in a sensitive place, I’m fine!” Ryan declared with a smile, but didn’t released his grip on Brad’s hands.

 

“Then let me take off your shirt,” Brad said in an obvious tone and felt a small amount of victory when Ryan hesitated, “You hurt yourself, didn’t you?”

 

“It’s nothing,” Ryan tried again.

 

“We’ll find out.” With that, Brad twisted his hands out of Ryan’s grasp and deftly unbuttoned it with years of experience, sliding it gently off his shoulders. What he saw made him wince in sympathy.

 

There was a large bruise along the left side of Ryan’s ribcage, parts of which were blossoming into blues, reds and even blacks. He poked at it warily and glared at Ryan as he winced.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he asked in concern and more than a little irritation, “it looks like you broke a rib.”

 

“I didn’t break anything, they’re just bruised!” Ryan protested, “I’m fine!”

 

“You’re not fine! Look at the size of this thing!”

 

“It doesn’t hurt!”

 

“Yes it does!”

 

“No it doesn’t!”

 

Brad pressed it again, lightly and Ryan winced, “So, it doesn’t hurt?”

 

“Nope,” Ryan let out a yelp as Brad pressed it again, “Stop poking it!”

 

“You should have told me about this! How did this happen?” Brad asked, examining it closely.

 

“You remember that taping a few days ago? We were doing Superheroes and I, idiot that I am, named Chip the ‘Mosh Pit Kid’. He got into it a little too much and leapt on me. I was kneeling near the step so when he landed on me, I fell against the edge with him on me.”

 

Brad immediately looked murderous, “Chip again?!”

 

“What do you mean again?” Ryan looked slightly confused.

 

“Jesus, I swear the idiot is trying to kill you!” Brad spat, stroking a gentle finger along the bruise, “So far, he’s poked you in the eye, jumped on your back and leapt on you in general several times! Is he insane?!”

 

“It was probably just an accident....” Ryan tried, “It was my own fault for naming him something like that-”

 

“Can you honestly tell me that he did that by accident? I saw that playing, he didn’t even touch Wayne or Colin, but he literally leapt on you! It’s like he’s trying to put you out of commission!”

 

“It was an accident!”

 

“I don’t care! If he hurts you again, if he even touches you, I’ll put him in a bloody coma!” Brad growled.

 

Ryan chuckled and took his lover’s face into his hands, gazing into his eyes with a smile and felt Brad relax and hands creep around his waist, “Brad, you really need to calm down. I think you’re amazing to try and protect me, but I really don’t need you to. I can take care of myself and while I appreciated your concern, you need to trust me. I know what Chip’s like, but I still named him that. He’s made a mistake, like we all do.”

 

“But our mistakes haven’t nearly put someone out for the count permanently,” Brad argued, placing one palm onto Ryan’s lower back, “You heard the doctor. If Chip hadn’t gotten off when he did, it would have done permanent damage to your back. As it is, you’ve been complaining that it’s been getting harder to do things.”

 

“He got excited, you know what he’s like,” Ryan murmured, kissing him on the cheek.

 

“And he should know what you’re like. If you can remember his faults and accept them, then he should at least try to remember that you’re prone to getting hurt,” Brad said adamantly.

 

Ryan shook his head with a laugh, “This really bothers you, doesn’t it? I’m fine, Bradley. It was just an accident and there’s no need for you to get angry with Chip!”

 

“Yeah, well I’m all worked up now and I’m gonna go give him a piece of my mind!” Brad made to get up and reached for the phone. Ryan, however, had other plans and tackled Brad back down onto the bed, pinning him down firmly and moving against him in such a way that Brad felt he wouldn’t ever be able to get up again.

 

“I’m sure you can use that energy in more productive ways,” Ryan purred into his ear, slowly rocking against him.

 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Brad gasped as he felt Ryan’s tongue flick against his ear.

 

“I’m fine-”

 

“Ryan,” Brad pulled his face up to look into his eyes, “I’m serious. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

Ryan smiled at his concern and kissed him lightly, conveying his thanks in that gesture, “I’m completely fine. I’m still a little sore, but it’s just a bruise and it’s fading. As long as you don’t put your entire weight on me, I’ll be fine.”

 

Brad smirked at that, “If you know what I mean.”

 

Ryan laughed and smacked his shoulder, “You are a pervert!”

 

“You started it!” Brad laughed as well and slid his hands up Ryan’s thighs to his hips, “Now how about we get back to what we were doing earlier?”