Yours To Hold
Sonny's headphones hung from his neck as he walked into the kitchen. Wes was passed out on the couch after a long night spent at the studio. Sonny grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with apple juice from the mini bar before joining Wes on the sofa. He curled his small body against Wes's larger one, pressing against him to prevent from falling off. After a sip or two, Sonny placed his cup on the table and rolled over, burying his face between the other man's neck and shoulder. They fit like a puzzle piece and the smell of Wes and the leather hotel sofa filled his nose. Sonny could feel another coughing fit coming and tried everything to stop it. He drank more juice, held his breath, everything he could think of yet the cough was stronger.
Wes jumped up at the first cough, grabbing Sonny's juice for when it was over. Sonny coughed hard for over a minute, face turning red and eyes watering. Wes rubbed his back gently as he caught his breath.
"Sonny…" Wes said softly
"I know, I know. I probably should call the doctor but I think I'll be okay in a few days." Sonny hated doctors. He hated the, even more than he hated feeling like he was dying.
"Sonny you are getting worse. You can't go an hour without a coughing fit, your appetite is nonexistent and you look like a ghost. You're tiny Sonny...tinier than normal." Sonny could hear how worried Wes was. He knew everything he said was true, and he really did feel like crap. Wes ran a hand through Sonny's hair and sighed. "Fine, I'll make you a deal. If you aren't better by the time we get back to L.A. then I am taking you to the doctor." Sonny nodded. "Now finish your juice and get some clean clothes on." Wes said as he walked off towards the bathroom.
Sonny heard the shower turn on as he chugged the last bit of juice before going to get dressed. He picked his usual black jeans and a t-shirt with his vans.
"You okay?" Wes asking, drying his hair with a towel and noticing that Sonny winced every time he bent over.
"Yeah, just a bit sore." Sonny figured it was from coughing so much and both the boys shrugged it off.
He could hear the screams from the crowd. Wes stood next to him, both equally excited. Sonny felt weak but he wasn't going to mention it. The lights went down, the intro played and they both ran on stage.
The show was great. The crowd was jumping and happy, the vibes were good and Wes was dancing on the booth table. Sonny was using all his strength to keep standing but the room started to spin and he couldn't catch his breath. As Wes turned the music stopped and Sonny collapsed. His body was pale and his lips were turning blue. He was limp in Wes's arms as he ran backstage, holding Sonny close.
"He's not breathing!" He yelled as first responders pulled Sonny away. Wes could hear the sirens growing closer as he sat in the dressing room and cried. He couldn't lose his Sonny.