The Way That You Talk
The Way That You Talk
Author: cynicsandsaints
Ryan/Brendon - PG13 - 925 Words
Through the curtains, the morning sun shines bright and obtrusive in Brendon's eyes. He squeezes them shut tightly, expression scrunched in displeasure at having been awoken, before he allows his face muscles to relax as he slowly blinks his eyes open.
"Nnrgh," he mumbles, turning onto his other side, away from the window. The air in the room is cool from the air-conditioning, but the blankets are soft, cozy, and Ryan's skin is warm against his from where they're touching. Now spooned behind him, Ryan curls his arms around Brendon's waist, brings him closer, and Brendon lets him willingly.
"You woke me up, bitch," Ryan says, nosing at the back of Brendon's neck.
Squealing slightly, Brendon raises his shoulders, arching his back.
"Your nose is cold," he complains, but Ryan merely drags him back and rubs his cheek along Brendon's shoulder, the side of his neck, and Brendon almost giggles. Might, actually, when Ryan's lips mouth just below his ear. "Tickles," he says, wiggling his toes against Ryan's.
"Serves you right," Ryan mutters, "waking up this early. What kind of mutant are you?"
"The kind that gives awesome head," Brendon retorts, hardly aware of what he's saying, but he's inclined to agree with Ryan's comment. While he hasn't looked at the clock yet, it feels early, and his bones are sleep heavy in the way that they feel light, but moving them is an incredible amount of effort. His voice is still hoarse, throat scratchy, and his mouth tastes nasty. And he'll bet a million dollars Ryan hasn't even opened his eyes yet. Twisting slightly, he peers over his shoulder curiously, and is surprised to discover Ryan blinking blearily at him, hardly awake at all. Brendon loves Ryan in the mornings, more so then during any other time of the day, because in the mornings Ryan is softer in a lot of ways, more indulgent and his smiles come easier, with a relaxed and lazy sort of vibe. Granted, it's because he's barely coherent, but Brendon can work with that, knows plenty of ways to wake him up.
"Are you offering?" Ryan inquires, half-grinning as he slides one large hand down to lay flat on Brendon's lower stomach, fingers splaying out.
Yawning, Brendon says, "Mmph, maybe later." And that maybe is definitely code for 'of course' but both of them know well enough that they don't have to say it. Brendon's neck is starting to cramp, so he turns over again so that he's facing Ryan and reaches up to curl his fingers around Ryan's shoulders, thumbs stroking his collarbone.
Ryan doesn't waste any time in pulling them together; chest to chest, legs tangled, and Brendon's forced to slip his arms around Ryan's neck instead. Leaning up, Brendon presses his lips to Ryan's, face tilted ever so slightly for a good angle. Ryan's response is immediate, even for being so drowsy; he trails one hand up Brendon's spine until it's resting at the back of his neck while the other hand stays at Brendon's lower back, fingers petting and tracing patterns on the dimples just above Brendon's ass. It should be gross when Ryan's tongue flickers at Brendon's bottom lip because they haven't brushed their teeth, even more disgusting when Brendon parts his lips and lets Ryan lick inside his mouth, tongues sliding, mouths shifting slowly, deeply. Should be, but isn't, because this is Brendon's gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend and Brendon's more than eager to make out with him whenever, wherever, at any time of day or night.
"Mornin'," Ryan slurs, rolling himself over so that he's pinning Brendon underneath him, arms braced on either side of his boyfriend's head, lips and tongue never stopping their movement.
"Good morrrning," Brendon purrs, rolling his hips, and Ryan's hips follow his down. Letting out a hard breath, Ryan pulls back from the kiss to press his lips to Brendon's neck instead. Brendon mimics him, bites and sucks bruises along the pale skin of Ryan's neck, head tilting all the way to the side to give Ryan better access and also to work his own way down. This continues for awhile longer, until Brendon's jaw begins to ache and he pulls back, closes his eyes and lets out a breathy sigh as Ryan licks up the side of his neck, nipping along his jaw until he reaches Brendon's lips and pecks them once, twice, foreheads pressing together.
"Shower?" Brendon suggests, reaching up to squeeze Ryan's biceps just to watch him squirm and frown, even though he knows it secretly pleases him because Brendon definitely thinks his boyfriend's arms are sexy.
"Sex," Ryan counters, and tugs at Brendon's bottom lip, swollen and red, with his teeth.
Glancing out of the corner of his eyes at the alarm clock, Brendon reads the time. It's only eight in the morning, and with the way they're beginning to settle down again, with the comforting weight of Ryan resting on top of him, Brendon's starting to feel a little drowsy again, eyelids heavy like lead.
"Sleep, actually," Brendon murmurs, because he never actually fully woke up and it'd be so easy just to go back to bed for another hour or two, "sleep then shower then sex. Or maybe sleep then shower and sex."
Chuckling, Ryan rolls off him a bit, but not too far and hums, "We'll figure it out later."
"Mmkay."
They've got band practice that night with Jon and Spencer, and Brendon promised he'd make dinner. All that can wait, though. He's tired, they're tired. And besides, they've got all day.
Author's Notes: Shortshortshort. For fun, while I was at work. Also for my lovely Jessica, whom without, I would smile a whole lot less. <3
Author: cynicsandsaints
Ryan/Brendon - PG13 - 925 Words
Through the curtains, the morning sun shines bright and obtrusive in Brendon's eyes. He squeezes them shut tightly, expression scrunched in displeasure at having been awoken, before he allows his face muscles to relax as he slowly blinks his eyes open.
"Nnrgh," he mumbles, turning onto his other side, away from the window. The air in the room is cool from the air-conditioning, but the blankets are soft, cozy, and Ryan's skin is warm against his from where they're touching. Now spooned behind him, Ryan curls his arms around Brendon's waist, brings him closer, and Brendon lets him willingly.
"You woke me up, bitch," Ryan says, nosing at the back of Brendon's neck.
Squealing slightly, Brendon raises his shoulders, arching his back.
"Your nose is cold," he complains, but Ryan merely drags him back and rubs his cheek along Brendon's shoulder, the side of his neck, and Brendon almost giggles. Might, actually, when Ryan's lips mouth just below his ear. "Tickles," he says, wiggling his toes against Ryan's.
"Serves you right," Ryan mutters, "waking up this early. What kind of mutant are you?"
"The kind that gives awesome head," Brendon retorts, hardly aware of what he's saying, but he's inclined to agree with Ryan's comment. While he hasn't looked at the clock yet, it feels early, and his bones are sleep heavy in the way that they feel light, but moving them is an incredible amount of effort. His voice is still hoarse, throat scratchy, and his mouth tastes nasty. And he'll bet a million dollars Ryan hasn't even opened his eyes yet. Twisting slightly, he peers over his shoulder curiously, and is surprised to discover Ryan blinking blearily at him, hardly awake at all. Brendon loves Ryan in the mornings, more so then during any other time of the day, because in the mornings Ryan is softer in a lot of ways, more indulgent and his smiles come easier, with a relaxed and lazy sort of vibe. Granted, it's because he's barely coherent, but Brendon can work with that, knows plenty of ways to wake him up.
"Are you offering?" Ryan inquires, half-grinning as he slides one large hand down to lay flat on Brendon's lower stomach, fingers splaying out.
Yawning, Brendon says, "Mmph, maybe later." And that maybe is definitely code for 'of course' but both of them know well enough that they don't have to say it. Brendon's neck is starting to cramp, so he turns over again so that he's facing Ryan and reaches up to curl his fingers around Ryan's shoulders, thumbs stroking his collarbone.
Ryan doesn't waste any time in pulling them together; chest to chest, legs tangled, and Brendon's forced to slip his arms around Ryan's neck instead. Leaning up, Brendon presses his lips to Ryan's, face tilted ever so slightly for a good angle. Ryan's response is immediate, even for being so drowsy; he trails one hand up Brendon's spine until it's resting at the back of his neck while the other hand stays at Brendon's lower back, fingers petting and tracing patterns on the dimples just above Brendon's ass. It should be gross when Ryan's tongue flickers at Brendon's bottom lip because they haven't brushed their teeth, even more disgusting when Brendon parts his lips and lets Ryan lick inside his mouth, tongues sliding, mouths shifting slowly, deeply. Should be, but isn't, because this is Brendon's gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend and Brendon's more than eager to make out with him whenever, wherever, at any time of day or night.
"Mornin'," Ryan slurs, rolling himself over so that he's pinning Brendon underneath him, arms braced on either side of his boyfriend's head, lips and tongue never stopping their movement.
"Good morrrning," Brendon purrs, rolling his hips, and Ryan's hips follow his down. Letting out a hard breath, Ryan pulls back from the kiss to press his lips to Brendon's neck instead. Brendon mimics him, bites and sucks bruises along the pale skin of Ryan's neck, head tilting all the way to the side to give Ryan better access and also to work his own way down. This continues for awhile longer, until Brendon's jaw begins to ache and he pulls back, closes his eyes and lets out a breathy sigh as Ryan licks up the side of his neck, nipping along his jaw until he reaches Brendon's lips and pecks them once, twice, foreheads pressing together.
"Shower?" Brendon suggests, reaching up to squeeze Ryan's biceps just to watch him squirm and frown, even though he knows it secretly pleases him because Brendon definitely thinks his boyfriend's arms are sexy.
"Sex," Ryan counters, and tugs at Brendon's bottom lip, swollen and red, with his teeth.
Glancing out of the corner of his eyes at the alarm clock, Brendon reads the time. It's only eight in the morning, and with the way they're beginning to settle down again, with the comforting weight of Ryan resting on top of him, Brendon's starting to feel a little drowsy again, eyelids heavy like lead.
"Sleep, actually," Brendon murmurs, because he never actually fully woke up and it'd be so easy just to go back to bed for another hour or two, "sleep then shower then sex. Or maybe sleep then shower and sex."
Chuckling, Ryan rolls off him a bit, but not too far and hums, "We'll figure it out later."
"Mmkay."
They've got band practice that night with Jon and Spencer, and Brendon promised he'd make dinner. All that can wait, though. He's tired, they're tired. And besides, they've got all day.
Author's Notes: Shortshortshort. For fun, while I was at work. Also for my lovely Jessica, whom without, I would smile a whole lot less. <3