"I really don't like the look of that stage" They were a few weeks into the tour, and Brendon was observing the stage they were to perform on. It looked rickety, to say the least. It was fairly small, too.
"It's been safety checked, I assure you" Pete attempted to ease the slight worry in Brendon's mind. Brendon hummed in recognition, though this information did nothing for his nerves.
"Seriously Brendon, we've played here before" Patrick assured him.
"Hey" A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Brendon's waist. "It'll be fine". Ryan rested his head on Brendon's shoulder, and Brendon turned in his arms.
"I suppose so" Brendon said, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he noticed the flush in Ryan's cheeks due to the colder temperatures of the venue. Ryan leaned up and planted a gentle kiss on Brendon's lips, earning a chorus of groans from the others.
"Guys, please" Spencer complained. "Can't we be in the same room as you for five minutes without you canoodling".
"I don't know" Jon said. "I think it's kinda cute". Spencer raised an eyebrow at Jon, who laughed and shrugged his shoulders. Brendon didn't care much for Spencer's complaints, as he knew they were all good-natured and he was preoccupied with Ryan. He was always preoccupied with Ryan. Ryan had a hat perched on top of his fluffy brown hair, a little curly from the lack of working hair straightners on the tour. He was wearing a brown waistcoat over a light shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Brendon toyed with the little scarf he was wearing, an intricately designed red silk scarf that stopped just at the first button of the waistcoat. It was, as usual, paired with a pair of dark skinny jeans that Brendon loved. Brendon himself was wearing a plain white shirt paired with black skin-tight jeans, a huge contrast to his stage-wear. He looked from Ryan's scarf up to his eyes, smiling as he did so.
"You're so cute when you do that" Ryan murmured, astounded by his own choice of words but knowing it was true.
"Do what?" Brendon asked, and Ryan was unsure of what exactly it was. He had watched Brendon look him over, before becoming deep in thought. He loved it when Brendon got lost in thought, because his big brown eyes would look relaxed and beautiful and he would absent-mindedly chew his lip. He'd started fiddling with Ryan's scarf whilst he did it, and Ryan honestly thought he was adorable. Adorable was a word Ryan had previously only reserved for puppies, kittens and occassionally small children. Occassionally, because Ryan was not a child-friendly guy. Now, he found himself using the word adorable to describe his partner who was literally adorable. He could be the cutest thing on the planet, then his shirt would come off and his toned torso would appear just screaming attractive.
"Ryan?" Brendon asked, and Ryan realised he himself had been lost in thought.
"Sorry, what?" Ryan asked, and Brendon tucked a strand of Ryan's hair back into his hat with a smile. Brendon kissed Ryan's cheek affectionately.
"It doesn't matter" He said, and Ryan smiled and looked down sheepishly. Brendon looked around to see that everyone else had disappeared. He chuckled and Ryan raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Everyone's gone" Brendon smiled, and Ryan smiled back. Though the two were inseperable, they tried to limit the amount of public 'face sucking sessions' as Spencer so eloquently named them. The guys had learnt to put up with their 'canoodling', on the condition that the 'face sucking' was at a minimum because "If other people can keep their mouths to themselves for more than five minutes, so can you two". Brendon had never really understood what Spencer meant by that. He had an idea, sure, but Spencer was a very guarded person. Brendon's thoughts were interrupted by a small kiss being placed on his cheek. He looked down to Ryan, who just smiled happily and moved his fingers so they ran through Brendon's dark fluffy hair. Brendon leaned forwards, pressing their lips together. Ryan smiled lightly, reciprocating the kiss. He had never been happier. Brendon was perfect, and they fit so well. Not just just physically, but emotionally. They were always on the same wavelength. Ryan couldn't understand why they hadn't liked each other in the first place, because he and Brendon were so similar. Well, he supposed they had liked each other in a way, because of everything that had happened. Ryan couldn't think for much longer, as Brendon running his tongue along Ryan's lower lip distracted him. He opened his mouth happily, allowing Brendon to deepen the kiss. He loved how every kiss was just as exciting, he still felt the butterflies and the fireworks. He knew how cliche that sounded, but it was true. They pulled away to catch their breath, and Brendon rested his forehead on Ryan's.
"As much as I could just stand here and kiss you forever, we will probably be needed soon" Brendon said, and Ryan hummed in agreement. He leaned in one last time, his hands firmly on Brendon's waist. "Ry, we have to go". Brendon hated having to say that, but Ryan nodded and took Brendon's hand in his.
"Come on then. lets go and find Jon and Spencer".
I think I may put Joncer in the next chapter, as I've never really written it and there's only so much implying I can take. Thanks for the reviews you guys (: