(Around 3 months later)
Things were going great, Ryan thinks to himself as he is browsing the pasta section of the grocery store. Really, really great. Although Ryan's memory hadn't returned, his and Brendon's relationship was going well. He had gotten to know so much about Brendon in the past few months. It still frustrated him immensely that he couldn't remember what they had before. Sometimes they would do something, something that they had done before and Brendon would remember doing it and smile to himself. To Ryan, it felt the same as it would were Brendon to recall things he had done in previous relationships, because he couldn't remember doing it. He never said this, of course. But other than that, it was going brilliantly. That's why Ryan was shopping for food, as he was planning on cooking a nice meal for him and Brendon on their 3 month anniversary. As he finally decided on tagliatelli pasta, he wondered when he had become such a sop.
Brendon, meanwhile, was shopping himself. Well, he was trying at least. Spencer was accompanying, or rather being dragged shopping by Brendon, who wanted to buy something for Ryan.
"Nothing too much though" he was saying, as they walked down the highstreet. "Like, it has to be nice, obviously, but nothing that would freak him out. Or, I mean, it's only been 3 months. Like, that's great but I don't even know if Ryan will be weirded out or-"
"Brendon. Jesus Christ" Spencer finally interrupted.
"What?" Brendon asked, turning around exasperatedly.
"Look, Ryan really really likes you okay. I think, he even loves you. He'll love whatever you get him. So stop freaking out". Brendon chewed his lip thoughtfully, then nodded.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Yeah" Brendon nodded, falling into step with Spencer.
"Ah no" Ryan exclaimed, grabbing the pan of pasta and pulling it off the hob. Scalding water spilled over the side of the pan and onto his hand, and he only just managed to not drop it. He quickly switched off the hob and ran his now-bright-red hand under the cold tap.
"Fuck" he muttered to himself, as the pain slowly increased before dropping. As it didn't look too serious he headed to the bathroom, pulling the little first aid kit out of the cupboard and applying a gauze before wrapping it in a bandage.
"Nice one, Ryan" he said to himself, heading back into the kitchen. He busied himself with draining the pasta, before adding the sauce and the chopped up pieces of chicken. He left it on a low heat before quickly shoving all of the pots and pans into a dishwasher, and going to get changed. He had thought about what he was going to wear previously, but was still a little unsure as he changed into his black suit pants, white dress shirt with a thin black tie and suit jacket. He looked at himself for a while, before deciding to pair the suit with black skinny fit jeans instead. Why he even owned suit trousers he did not know.
Brendon pulled up outside the house in his car, and immediately smiled to himself. He near enough skipped down the path towards the front door, gift in hand, and tried the handle. He frowned to himself, Ryan never normally locked the door unless he was out. Having left his house keys inside, he gave it a try and knocked on the door. He was just about to give up and head back to the car when he heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened and Brendon did a double take. There was Ryan, wearing a suit which he had tastefully paired with skinny jeans, his hair combed so that his fringe partially covered one eye and his cheeks tinged red.
"Hey" he said, smiling gently.
"What..." Brendon started. "I mean...you look great. Um, hi". Ryan laughed, before gently cupping Brendons face in his hand and placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Hey" Brendon said, taking a hold of Ryan's hand and observing the bandage. "What's this? What did you do?". Ryan shook his head slightly.
"I'll explain later, come on". He took Brendon's hand and pulled him through into the kitchen. It was fairly dark at first, but when his eyes adjusted he noticed candles. Then he clicked, it was a candlelit dinner. There were two plates with a delicious looking pasta meal on them, two wine glasses, candles and a single red rose.
"Awww, Ryan" Brendon smiled, pecking him on the cheek.
"Happy three month anniversary" Ryan said, pulling a chair out for Brendon to sit at. Brendon couldn't keep the smile off his face throughout the entire meal.
"That was delicious Ryan" Brendon complimented, once they had finished eating. "Where did you learn to cook like that?".
Ryan pondered for a moment, before responding.
"See, normally in situations like this I guess I would be expected to say it was a Carbonara recipe that has passed through the generations of my family, but honestly, I learnt through google a couple of hours ago". Brendon laughed, his beautiful musical laughter.
"Oh wow" he chuckled. Ryan laughed, collecting up the plates and busying himself with the dessert.
"Oh, we even get dessert huh?" Brendon asked. "How did you learn this one, did you ask Jeeves?"
"Oh, hilarious" Ryan said, cutting a strawberry in half and placing half on each plate beside the slice of chocolate fudge cake.
"Oooh, is that a chocolate cake I see there?" Brendon asked, trying to focus on the cakes he could see on the side rather than Ryan's ass in those jeans.
"It's a chocolate fudge cake, actually" Ryan responded, placing the plates at the table and sitting down.
"That looks delicious" Brendon said, beginning to eat. Ryan smiled appreciatively, secretly admiring his own handiwork.
Once they'd finished eating, Brendon fumbled around in his pocket nervously and held something clasped tight in his hands which rested in his lap.
"Um, so I guess it doesn't exactly compare but I got you something" He said, quite nervous. He handed a small black box to Ryan, who took it happily and peered inside.
"Aww Brendon". Inside was a silver guitar pick, with a tiny heart engraved on it. Inside the heart was the letter 'B', and the opposite side had one with the letter 'R'. Ryan then noticed that the pick was attracted to a black leather string.
"Do you like it?" Brendon asked. Ryan tore his eyes away from it to look at Brendon.
"I love it, thankyou so much" Ryan responded, taking it out of its box. He held it in his hand, before looking at Brendon expectantly. Brendon soon got the message and walked around to Ryan who was now standing, taking the pick from him and fastening it around his neck. Ryan admired it, before turning to Brendon and kissing him in thanks. Brendon slid his arms around Ryan's waist, and Ryan responded by moving his arms around Brendon's neck. Ryan made a contented humming sound, his fingers tangling themselves in the little unruly curls of hair in the nape of Brendon's neck. Then he had an idea. He wasn't sure that he could just announce this idea, as he was certain it would interfere with the mood, so he just acted instead. He detatched himself from Brendon, taking one of his hands and pulling him towards the stairs.
"Ryan, what are you-?" Ryan stopped Brendon's sentence by kissing him, then continued to pull him up the stairs until they were in the bedroom. He had clearly surprised Brendon, who was unsure of what to say, so he just kissed him instead. Brendon's arms snaked around his waist again, and he tangled his hands in Brendon's hair as he deepened the kiss. Brendon made a small humming sound, and Ryan walked them backwards until they were at the foot of the bed. Brendon got the message, and fell onto the bed pulling Ryan down with him. Ryan opened his eyes to be met with Brendon's chocolate brown ones, and Brendon smiled into the kiss. That had to be one of the most attractive things Ryan had ever seen. He was nervous, but sure of what he was going to do. He continued to kiss Brendon, moving so that he was straddling his waist. Brendon wasn't complaining, and Ryan began tugging at the hem of Brendon's shirt. Brendon lifted his arms, taking his lips from Ryan's momentarily as he removed his shirt. Brendon reached up and slid off Ryan's suit jacket, before tugging at his tie. Ryan let a small sound escape from his lips, as his tie was pulled off and Brendon began to unbutton his shirt, finally throwing it accross the room. Ryan began to kiss down Brendon's Jawline, coming to a halt at the top of his neck. He nipped the skin with his teeth, licking the surface with his tongue. Brendon made a pleased sound, and Ryan began to nibble and suck the skin. He continued this until Brendon was making a lot more of these little pleased sounds, and he moved his lips up to Brendon's and began to kiss him again. His hands slowly made their way down to Brendon's belt buckle, and Brendon moved his lips away a little.
"Ryan" He breathed. "Are you sure?" Brendon knew Ryan had wanted to take things slowly, so they'd never done anything like this before. Ryan nodded, before smirking and unbuckling Brendon's belt. Brendon had no time to press it further, as he had a slight issue in his jeans that Ryan looked set to fix. Ryan tugged off Brendon's jeans, smiling to himself as his hand brushed past Brendon's increasingly tight boxer shorts and Brendon's hips twitched.
"So" Ryan said, throwing the jeans and moving up to brush a strand of hair from Brendon's face. "You got me a gift, and I didn't think to get you one"
"You don't have to get me a gift, Ry" Brendon said, clearly not seeing where Ryan was going with this.
"Of course I do" Ryan replied, shifting back down towards the foot of the bed. He toyed with the waistband of Brendon's boxer shorts, raising his eyebrows in what he hoped was a seductive manner.
"Oh" Brendon managed, as Ryan quickly removed his boxer shorts.
"Happy 3 month anniversary" Ryan smirked, dragging his tongue down Brendon's length.
"Fuck" Brendon groaned, drawing out the word. Ryan dragged his tongue back up, painfully slowly. Brendon whined in the back of his throat.
"Ryan" he breathed. Ryan figured he had teased him enough, tilting his head and taking him into his mouth.
"Fuck" Brendon said again, as Ryan began to slowly move his mouth up and down, using his tongue to lick as he did so. Brendon slid a hand into Ryan's hair, tugging a little. Ryan could tell Brendon wasn't going to last long ; Brendon knew this himself, and he mischievously sped up a little. Brendon moaned, his hips bucking slightly. Ryan closed his mouth slightly, his teeth grazing against the skin as his mouth moved up and down.
"Fuck, Ryan" Brendon groaned, almost subconsciously trying to guide Ryan with his hands. Brendon was losing track of his breathing, his hips beginning to jerk erratically. Ryan further increased the speed, finding the sounds Brendon was making to be quite a turn on.
"Ryan, Ryan" Brendon tried, gasping. "Ry, I'm gonna..I'm gonna". Ryan hadn't done this before, meaning he wasn't aware of the last minute decision to remove your mouth. With one last tug of Ryan's hair, Brendon came directly into his mouth. Ryan, unsure what else to do, swallowed. Brendon lay panting, eyes closed and one hand closed tightly around the bedsheets. Ryan moved up the bed, and placed a kiss on Brendon's lips before taking a deep breath.
"I love you" he said. Brendon sat upright, looking Ryan in the eye.
"I...I love you too" he was taken aback, but he was insanely happy.
"So, I mean, I love you but remind me to move my mouth next time. I'm not sure that's supposed to be in my stomach" Ryan laughed, and Brendon beamed.
"Oh, there's going to be a next time?" Brendon asked, grinning.
"Well, sure" Ryan replied. "Um, one condition though"
"What?" Brendon asked. Ryan glanced at his painfully tight jeans, and Brendon chuckled.
"Of course" he smirked, placing his lips to Ryan's.
Okay, so Thankyou for your opinions/reviews, I hope this chapter was okay. Like I say, I'm not very experienced with the smut so I hope this is okay.