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Once again thank you so much to secretive who had helped me decided what to do with this chapter, and for loving my story all the way through! It really gave me confidence with writing!

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Chapter 14

Brendon followed Ryan into his house, narrowly avoiding his mother; but not narrowly enough.

"Ryan? Is that you?"

"Yeah mum!" He shouts, almost reaching the staircase.

"Aren't you supposed to be a communit-" She said as she wandered through to the hallway, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

"Oh." She continued. "Who's your friend?" She said curiously.

"This is Brendon, and yeah community service has been shortened. We don't have to go back anymore!" He said enthusiastically.

"Oh i see, and nice to meet you Brendon, would you boys like a drink?" She offered.

"Yeah, i'll grab them, Brendon why don't you go upstairs, it's the second room on the left, i'll be up in a few."

"Ok, nice to meet you Mrs. Ross!" Brendon said cheerfully as he waltzed up the stairs in a world of his own.

"So, is he a... criminal?" Ryan's mother said rather worried.

"HAHA! No, not at all, in fact, he got done for eating some pick 'n' mix at a bowling alley. Crazy huh!?"

She didn't believe him at first, but he seemed too much of a nice boy to do anything other than that.

"How long have you known him? Is he a good friend? How old is he?" His mother bombarded him with questions.

"Oh my god slow down woman! Well, iv'e known him since the first day of community service. At first i thought he was a complete twat-"

"Language, Ryan." His mother butted in.

"Right, sorry, yeah so, i thought he was a bit of a horrible person?... and then a few days later i got to know him and he's really nice and yeah i suppose you could call him a good friend, a very good friend." He blushed. "Urm he's the same age as me. He's really nice and sweet and kind, and he sometimes wears red rimmed glasses that make him look even cuter..-" Once again he was cut off by his talkative mother.

"While i let you catch your breath.. you say, even cuter? So you thought he was cute anyways? Ryan is this your way of telling me something?" She said with a smirk on her petite face.

"What do you mean?" He asked shyly.

"Well Ryan, does my little boy have a little crush on a certain someone?" She asked, clasping her hands together almost as if she was praying for it to be true.

"Urm, well, i-i-, he told me he loved me, and i think, i think i love him, too." Ryan said, sounding ashamed.

"Oh sweetie! But how do you know it's love? It's a little too soon don't you think..." She said warily.

"No. Not at all. It's like we we're -however cliche- meant to be together, you know? I have so much emotion to show towards him and, i don't know, i just love him. So much. So much it hurts." Ryan expressed.

"Wow." Is all she could say. A tear in her eye.

She ran up to Ryan and almost made him collapse with lack of air she was taking away from him; her arms squeezing his neck so hard.

"I love you. No matter who you love." Is all she said, before shooing him to go upstairs to join Brendon.

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Brendon walked up the stairs and followed Ryan's directions. He grasped the door handle and twisted it to let himself in to what looked like some kind of palace.

"Wow." He exclaimed to himself.

He walked around the room a bit. Taking in every corner, every ornament, every poster, every scent. Strawberries.

Photo frames caught his eye as he walked towards them. He noticed one of him and his mother, as he fingered at the wooden frame, he wondered what it's like to have such an amazing relationship.

He walked over to Ryan's bed; kingsized sheets roamed the mattress. He lay down on the turquoise cover as he took in the scent of Ryan. It was a mix of strawberries, sweat and dolce and gabana. Ryan always did like to smell his best.

He lay there for a while, soaking in the atmosphere and thinking about how perfect everything was, apart from having nowhere to live now.

The door handle twitched but did not open, he then realized that Ryan would have his hands full so he hopped out of bed to open the door for him.

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Ryan was struggling to open the door, as a familiar face greeted him to an open room.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey." Brendon responded, helping Ryan who had his hands full.

"Why are you so happy?" Brendon asked a smiling Ryan.

"My mom kinda figured out how much i like- love you." He said, rather shyly.

"Is, is she ok with it?" Brendon said quite nervously.

"Of course. She's even making us a cake. I don't know why. But hey, why complain when there's cake, right?"

"Great! But don't we have enough food here.." Brendon asked, realizing what he was holding.

"There's no such thing as too much food Bren." Ryan stated as he turned on his music system.

They started digging into the food. They both stopped and took a sip of their drink at the same time, which made them burst out laughing at how in sync they were with each other.

They each put their drinks down, and Brendon flopped back onto the pillow, claiming he was absolutely stuffed.

"Me too." Ryan said, following his actions and shoving the leftovers onto the floor.

He turned to face Brendon and snuggled into the crook of his neck, careful of not actually touching him. Brendon kissed his head and trailed them down his nose and to his top lip.

Ryan kissed him back, grabbing onto Brendon's lips with his own.

Brendon leant over and slowly rolled onto Ryan, straddling just above his hips. He kissed him once again, and again, and again, making his way down to his neck, sucking and biting ever so gently, making Ryan moan momentarily.

Ryan kissed back with more power as he let his tongue graze Brendon's bottom lip.

A moan escaped Brendon as he accepted Ryan's tongue onto his own. A fumbling of tongues made each of them moan in excitement, and soon they each realized they were hard.

Brendon made sure everytime they made contact, he touched Ryan first.

The gave each other a smirk as they went back to kissing, they barely came up for breath, but when they did, Ryan took this as a chance to flip Brendon over so he was now straddling him.

They both, once again, in sync took off their shirts and flung them on the floor, each taking a moment to take in the beauty that was before their eyes.

Ryan traced soft kissed over Brendon's chest, making his way down to the hem of him jeans. He pressed a slightly harder kiss above the line of his jeans just before undoing the button and unzipping them. He let his fingers slip over the hem of the jeans and pulled them down softly, taking care.

Once they were off, he began on his own, taking less time and effort, making sure to tend to Brendon. Once his were off, he turned his attention back to Brendon, who looked rather uncomfortable under Ryan.

"You okay?" Ryan asked concerned.

"Yeah, just nervous." He responded.

And with that, Ryan planted kissed on Brendon's soft lips, making him feel welcome and confident.

He made his way back down to Brendon's, now extremely hard length, sliding his hands over the top of his boxers and pulling them down, and eventually off.

"Wow." Is all Ryan could say as he leant back up to give Brendon a now, more harder kiss.

As he did, Brendon's length grazed Ryan's chest, making both of them moan in anticipation.

For the last time Ryan went back down and let his hot breath linger Brendon's length, surprising Brendon as he let his fingers wrap around as he slowly moved them ever so slightly. This made Brendon almost go over the edge already.

He, as well as Ryan had never done anything like this before, yet it felt right.

He started to pump his hand, getting into a rhythm and Brendon's breath slowly because all the more evident.

"Ry, ry, fuck, stop" Is all Brendon could manage. Ryan understood as he stopped, but let Brendon's length slip into his mouth as he licked up and down a few times, carefully missing the more sensitive part.

"Shit Ry" Brendon managed to choke out between breaths.

"Fu-fuc-fuck me" He sighed and Ryans ears pricked up as he heard the demand.

Ryan seems shocked for a moment, seen as he's never done anything like this before, ever, but it just seemed to come to him. The motions.

He reached into his nightstand and grabbed some hand lotion.

It would do, he thought.

He squirted some onto his hand and got a nodded aproval from Brendon.

He slowly circled his fingers around his entrance, before entering him with two fingers.

"Shhhhiit" Brendon cried out.

"Dya want me to stop?" Ryan asked.

"No, no, i'll get used to it, i just need you to fucking fuck me Ryan."

Ryan nodded along with Brendon as he proceeded to put in a third finger.

Brendon could feel the sting for a while, although he got used to it and it began to feel like heaven to him.

"Ok, ok, fuck me, now." Brendon demanded.

Ryan rubbed what was left of the cream from his hands onto his own, throbbing length, ready to penetrate Brendon.

He did so, and Brendon let out a slow sigh from the burning sensation, but soon came to the realization that he had never felt anything like that in his entire life. It was amazing.

Ryan slowly began to build up a rhythm. Slow breaths became hard, fast shots of sighs. Slow, sweet kisses became hard, sucking and biting.

This is what it felt like to be in love.

Their hearts pounded. Not at the fact they were going at it as fast as possible, but the fact they were with the one they loved. Sharing every inch of their bodies and lives with one another.

Ryan's rhythm soon became tampered with as it jumped and because glitched. He knew he was almost there, but not before Brendon, as he came all over his own and Ryan's stomach. The warmth gave Ryan a little shiver as he began to reach the edge. Brendon rode it out and helped him out- which must have worked as that familiar feeling of a warm substance collided with their stomachs yet again as Ryan pulled out just in time.

They both flop to the pillow once again as Brendon rests his head on Ryan's chest. They listened to each others heart beats as they slowed down and their panting soon became steady breaths and sighs.

"Brendon?"

"Yeah Ry?"

"I know this is cliche after we've just done it and all, but i really do love you."

"I love you too. More than you will ever know." Brendon responded with.

Ryan felt content as he smiled into Brendon's neck.

From downstairs they heard Mrs. Ross shouting up the staircase.

"Boys! The cake's ready!"

Brendon lifted his head and looked at Ryan.

"Thank fuck, i'm starving after that!" He laughed.

Ryan laughed as they both helped each other get dressed and made their way downstairs.

"Same time tomorrow?" Ryan asked Brendon. Ryan's mother caught what he said and she questioned it.

"Same time tomorrow?"

They both turned a shade of plum as Brendon quickly chimed in.

"A rematch on the playstation. Ryan won, so i must beat him" Brendon smiled at Mrs. Ross.

"Oh right i see. Eat up then!" She said as she handed them their plates of warm cake.

She turned away from the kitchen work bench the boys were sitting at and began to wash the dishes.

She didn't question the boys on how they managed to play the playstation from upstairs, when it was gently tucked away in the living room. She didn't need to.