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A voice filtered into Ryan’s kiss hazy mind, immediately startling both Brendon and Ryan apart. Ryan quickly shot up in bed, legs falling from Brendon’s hips and arms scrambling for the sheets to push himself up, but instead he smacked right into Brendon’s forehead, and a dull thud resounded in his ears.

He squeaked, and fell back down on the bed, rubbing his abused head. He looked up at Brendon, who was rubbing his forehead also, eyes scrunched up, “Owwie!”

Ryan winced, and brought his fingers up to smooth gently over Brendon’s skin.

“Sorry Bren.” He probably should have thought that over a bit, seeing as Brendon was currently on top of him, that was bound to happen. Well, he never said he was the sharpest knife in the drawer. Besides, Brendon’s kiss had left him feeling a little (try a lot) light-headed, and his thought process seemed to be a little sluggish.

Ryan smiled tentatively then, a soft blush tinting his cheeks. “Want me to kiss it better?” he asked, blushing even more as Brendon chuckled. Had he just said that out loud? Ryan bit his lip around his smile, trying to ooze it down a bit. He couldn’t help it though! He was nearly bursting with happiness at the moment. Just the thought that Brendon had kissed him, and was holding him, was enough to make him as giddy as a high school girl on a first date. Literally.

“Yeah...” Brendon stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. “Hurts...” he whined, looking at Ryan with his over exaggerated wide eyes. He looked like Bambi, Ryan thought.

Cute.

Ryan chuckled too, watching Brendon underneath his long eyelashes, with amused honey eyes. “Awwe.” he murmured teasingly, and pulled Brendon down slowly, closing his eyes and kissing the pouty brunette’s forehead slowly, softly, then pulling back.

Ryan was almost amazed at how comfortable he was around Brendon; he’d never met anyone who had had such an impact on him so quickly. Not to mention how easy it was to talk around him. Hell, he was even impressed with himself. He had been more social and brave in those couple of weeks than he had ever been, and he couldn’t stop that slightly proud bubbly feeling that was curling up in his heart.

“Mm.” Brendon smiled against his jaw, and that caused Ryan to smile too. They were so silly, it was ridiculous.

Apparently forgotten, Spencer’s cheeks were still flaring red. Seeing his best friend kissing another guy on his bed, well, it was slightly uncomfortable. Ryan and Brendon were still oblivious however, staring into each other’s eyes like love-struck teenagers. Well, they were teenagers, but that wasn’t the point!

Spencer twitched, eyes narrowing, and coughed loudly into his palm, hoping to finally catch the attention of Ryan. “Ahem.”

As if finally realizing Spencer had entered the room, both Brendon and Ryan sat up, thankfully without hitting each other this time, since Brendon pulled Ryan up slowly.

Ryan turned towards Spencer, and brought up a finger nail to chew on, then looked from Spencer to Brendon. This was awkward. Ryan had no idea what he should say, so instead he stayed quiet. Brendon looked up at Spencer, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck, but he didn’t say anything either.

As the silence stretched on, Spencer’s eyebrow twitched at least five more times (with Ryan counting) before he huffed, placing the pizza box on a counter near the door, and put his hands on his hips. His stance was exactly that of a scolding mother, that Ryan almost cringed.

Thankfully Spencer turned to Brendon first, and sent him an accusing stare. “I thought you said you were going to talk to him,” he pointed to Ryan, “Not molest him on my bed!” he sent a disapproving glance towards Ryan, who in turn meekly bowed his head, and started fidgeting with his shirt. He definitely didn’t want to mess with Spencer when he was in ‘the mother mode’, it was too dangerous. Life threatening even.

Brendon didn’t seem at all affected though, getting up from the bed and bounding over to Spencer, a smile on his face. He casually shrugged his shoulders, then trailed his eyes to Ryan. “I am going to talk to him.” he said, clearly telling the truth by his tone of voice, but then he raised his eyebrows comically at Spencer, and grinned like the cat that had just gotten the cream. “But first I needed a little...taste. I mean, he looked so gorgeous, only wearing a t-shirt, and his hair all sexed up, not to mention his legs are as smooth as-“

Spencer’s cheeks lit up dark red once more, and he raised his hand to cover Brendon’s mouth, effectively cutting off his words.

That is until Brendon bit one of his fingers.

“Ow!” Spencer cried, seizing his hand back and bringing it back to cradle it near his chest protectively, glaring at Brendon. “I’ll get you back for that, you know.” he said sulkily.

Brendon’s grin widened, and he glanced at Ryan, who was still in shock over Brendon’s rather lewd comments. This boy definitely had guts. Ryan had to admit though; it was kind of funny to see Spencer so worked up over such a trivial thing. But, seeing as Spencer was Ryan’s best friend, he decided to take pity on Spencer, and help him out.

“It’s fine, Spence, we were just kissing.” he reassured him, nodding. “And...Brendon’ll talk to me soon, over pizza kay?” he finished, glancing over at Brendon to make sure that was alright with him. He smiled when Brendon nodded, and pulled his friend and (boyfriend?) Brendon out of the bedroom, pushing the pizza box into their hands.

“I’m just going to uhm...change.” he bit his lip, shyly, as Brendon’s eyes roved over him once more. He was just a horny little fucker wasn’t he?

Spencer snorted, clearly not amused, grabbing the pizza box, and then Brendon’s wrist, pulling him away from Ryan, but with difficulty. “Stop ogling, let’s go, Urie.”

As Ryan closed the door, he heard a whiny voice that was the same one that went along with the Bambi stare as he cried, “You’re so mean, Spencer! Now you don’t get any cuddles with me later! And my cuddles are fantastic! You’re definitely going to miss out.”

Laughing, Ryan went and picked up his clothes from the bathroom floor, gathering his jeans and his shirt. He slipped the pyjama shirt over his head, shivering slightly at the cold. He was naked after all. He quickly slipped on (squeezed into, sucking in his stomach to get the button closed) his jeans, and snaked the skin tight shirt over his lithe form.

Ryan bit his lip again as he suppressed another goofy smile. Who could have known that in just a few short hours he could go from completely miserable to completely ecstatic?
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“Oh, I was just so surprised! I mean, here you are, all shy and, and cute, I never saw it coming,” Brendon said, leaning back on the couch and taking a bite of his pizza. He had taken off all the pepperoni earlier, slightly disgusted, telling Spencer he was a vegetarian after he got a weird glance for plucking all the greasy red things off his slice, and piling them onto the napkin on his lap.

That was another thing Ryan liked about Brendon so much. He was so caring, it was adorable. He could even see Brendon going to anti-fur protests and things like that. He just seemed like that kind of person. One who cared about people and animals before himself, and it made Ryan’s heart flutter when Brendon had nearly cried over a dead skunk that had been ran over by a car, that time they were walking to Starbucks together, the same time when Ryan had basically wanted to ‘glomp Brendon for being so god damned cute.

Spencer had left the apartment after that, to go and do some grocery shopping, but from the looks he sent Brendon, Ryan had a hint that it was just so he and Brendon could talk in private.

“I honestly thought you only liked me as a friend... and then the next thing I know you’re fighting off mean homophobic assholes!” Brendon wiped his fingers on his jeans, and swallowed his last bite, setting his plastic plate on the coffee table. He looked at Ryan appraisingly, who was sitting next to him on the sofa, close enough so that if Ryan wanted to he could lay his head down on Brendon’s shoulder. His legs were curled in around himself, and he was biting his fingers as he listened to Brendon talk.

“I was so stunned! And then, when you kissed me...” Brendon smiled, voice going down to a whisper, biting his lip softly, leaning closer to Ryan, so that they were only inches apart. In the process Ryan dropped his fingers away from his mouth, and instead watched Brendon’s plush lips. Instantly Ryan felt the mood in the room change.

Ryan felt his heart speeding up again as Brendon came closer, and even more so when his hand brushed Ryan’s cheek. At this point Ryan almost didn’t want to hear what Brendon needed to say next, and instead wanting to kiss away his words, feeling his lips against Brendon’s own once more. He held himself back though, and found himself staring into those alluring hues again.

“I thought I had imagined it.” He whispered, and Ryan’s eyes fluttered closed. Brendon breathed out shakily, and his breath fanned out across Ryan’s cheek, making him tremble slightly in anticipation. He wanted Brendon to kiss him now.

“But when I finally realized that it had really been real,” he continued, “You were gone.” Brendon sighed then, and finally, finally brought their lips together, pressing softly, almost as if waiting for Ryan to reject him, to push him away.

When Ryan kissed back Brendon let out a relieved moan, bit gently at Ryan’s lower lip, making him let out a soft gasp, then pulled away.

“I’m sorry I made you cry.” he said softly, apologetically, and it pulled at Ryan’s heart strings. He almost felt bad for accusing Brendon of doing something so cruel earlier, and in retaliation he shook his head gently, and nudged Brendon’s nose affectionately with his own, and connected their lips for a second or two, then kissed the tip of Brendon’s nose.

“It’s okay, I forgive you.” Ryan's lips curled into a sweet smile, “Just don’t do it again.” he teased, trying to lighten the mood. He didn’t like seeing Brendon looking so sad and ashamed of himself, and he was instantly relieved when Brendon’s face lit up and he pulled Ryan into a warm hug.

“Never.”