Lullaby [6/20]
Title: Lullaby
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Beta: victoria4_xo
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore
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fauxfashioniste
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The Love We Have Is Strong
I Was Constructed For You
I'll Love You No Matter What
Baby You're The One For Me
Under The Stars
"I don't want to go to therapy anymore, Ry," Brendon says. The two of you are watching a Christmas episode of Spongebob, seeing as how it's around that time of year, and you’re curled into his embrace.
"Baby, what if you're not better?"
"But I am."
You sigh. You don't think he's all the way okay, but you don't want him to do things he doesn't want to do. You don't want to push him into something. "Okay," you say as you lean up and place a kiss on his chin. "We'll see how you do for now. But Brendon, one more episode and I'm finding a doctor okay?"
"Okay," he says, leaning down and kissing you on your mouth. Stripes starts to paw at your connected lips and you laugh a little against Brendon's lips.
"You know," you say, looking at Brendon in the eye. "I'm kind of tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."
Brendon glances quickly at the clock. "Ry, it's only seven. Why this early?"
"I'm just really tired, Bren. You can come be my pillow if you'd like," you say, sending him a small smile.
He smiles back. "Sounds perfect."
You get off of him and help him up before walking back to your bedroom. As you're walking past the guest bedroom, you immediately think of that night you caught Spencer and Jon, and how much it hurt Brendon. He pushes open the door, picks you up bridal style, and throws you on the bed. "Hey!" you call out at him.
"Sorry, baby, it was just quicker," he says as he stripes down to his boxers, you doing the same. You crawl under the covers, pulling them up to your nose, while Brendon just stares. "Cold?" he asks, walking over to the thermostat and turning it down.
"What the fuck, Brendon? I'm fucking cold, shouldn't you turn it up?"
"Nah, the colder the better. The colder it is the more I can snuggle with you."
You never thought of it like this, so you shrug and open the covers up for him, instantly regretting it. "Fucking hell, what'd you put it on?"
"Uh... forty-five degrees..."
"Brendon!"
"What?"
"That's fucking freezing!"
"Yeah, I know," he said with a grin. That grin plastered onto his face makes you want to slap him. It also makes you want to say fuck it and just curl into his arms and fall asleep. You decide the second choice sounds much better; less movement and no arguing. You shrug your shoulders and turn to face into his chest, putting your arm over his waist. You tangle your legs with his. "I love you, Ry," he says into your hair.
"I love you, too."
You realize how much the two of you say that. But do you both mean it? Like, really, really mean it? You know you said it at your wedding, before in the motel; all the time. But is it actually true? Is it even possible to love one another? Or is 'love' just a word for liking someone so much? Honestly, who gives a flying fuck? You wouldn't change this, your life or Brendon, for anything. You love the way you two are, you love that you constantly remind each other of said love, and you love your life. There is nothing. you would change.
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"Gabe. GABE!" you yell at him. The four of you are in your apartment playing Taboo; you and Gabe against Brendon and William. "Gabe, fucking pay attention. You have a word to guess."
"Well what's the word?"
"Dude, you have to guess it. It's the third round, Gabe, why don't you get that yet?"
"Chill, damn, I was kidding. Bren, start the timer."
You pull the next card. Gabe had to guess 'online'. You just had to describe it without saying: 'computer', 'internet', 'www.', 'modem', or 'America'. How fucking easy could this get? Even William should be able to get this and it's hard to hold his attention.
"Okay, Gabe, where is Livejournal located?"
"Uh, on your computer?"
"Sure, but what must you get on to access Livejournal?"
"The internet?"
"Another word for that..."
"Uh, uh, uh. I don't know! Oh! Online!"
"Yep! Brendon make sure we get our point this time."
Brendon sighs, marking another point for your team. He looks worn out, bored, and any other adjective for not wanting them to be over right now. "Hey Gabe," you say. "I'm a little tired, and it's a little late, so how about we continue this game later?"
"Works for me," he says as he gets up and grabs William's hand. Both of them stand from their seats and walk out of the apartment, no good-byes said. You quickly look at Brendon. He's fallen asleep on the couch with Midnight on his head. You decide you need to find out why the fuck that cat is so odd. You walk over to your sleeping husband, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it on top of him.
To wake him up would be difficult. It would end up with a very grumpy Brendon which would lead to a very pissed off Ryan who would sleep in the guest room for the night, all alone. You definitely don't want that. "I love you," you whisper in his ear as you pull the covers up to his nose, just the way he likes it. Stripes jumps on him as well, making a bed in the space between his legs. You smile at this adorable scene, wanting to take a picture of it. You pull your cell phone out and snap one, setting it as your background right after. You kiss his nose before walking away from the living room and into the bedroom, turning the air up to seventy-five, stripping down, and crawling under the covers.
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Unbeta'd. Sorry for the wait. Comment, please and thank you. OH, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS TOTALLY IN 9 DAYS. :D
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William, two very odd characters who always want sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Beta: victoria4_xo
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: santixcore
tailover5
fauxfashioniste
xstockpiledmmrs
prinsesprieel
First five to comment. :]
The Love We Have Is Strong
I Was Constructed For You
I'll Love You No Matter What
Baby You're The One For Me
Under The Stars
"I don't want to go to therapy anymore, Ry," Brendon says. The two of you are watching a Christmas episode of Spongebob, seeing as how it's around that time of year, and you’re curled into his embrace.
"Baby, what if you're not better?"
"But I am."
You sigh. You don't think he's all the way okay, but you don't want him to do things he doesn't want to do. You don't want to push him into something. "Okay," you say as you lean up and place a kiss on his chin. "We'll see how you do for now. But Brendon, one more episode and I'm finding a doctor okay?"
"Okay," he says, leaning down and kissing you on your mouth. Stripes starts to paw at your connected lips and you laugh a little against Brendon's lips.
"You know," you say, looking at Brendon in the eye. "I'm kind of tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."
Brendon glances quickly at the clock. "Ry, it's only seven. Why this early?"
"I'm just really tired, Bren. You can come be my pillow if you'd like," you say, sending him a small smile.
He smiles back. "Sounds perfect."
You get off of him and help him up before walking back to your bedroom. As you're walking past the guest bedroom, you immediately think of that night you caught Spencer and Jon, and how much it hurt Brendon. He pushes open the door, picks you up bridal style, and throws you on the bed. "Hey!" you call out at him.
"Sorry, baby, it was just quicker," he says as he stripes down to his boxers, you doing the same. You crawl under the covers, pulling them up to your nose, while Brendon just stares. "Cold?" he asks, walking over to the thermostat and turning it down.
"What the fuck, Brendon? I'm fucking cold, shouldn't you turn it up?"
"Nah, the colder the better. The colder it is the more I can snuggle with you."
You never thought of it like this, so you shrug and open the covers up for him, instantly regretting it. "Fucking hell, what'd you put it on?"
"Uh... forty-five degrees..."
"Brendon!"
"What?"
"That's fucking freezing!"
"Yeah, I know," he said with a grin. That grin plastered onto his face makes you want to slap him. It also makes you want to say fuck it and just curl into his arms and fall asleep. You decide the second choice sounds much better; less movement and no arguing. You shrug your shoulders and turn to face into his chest, putting your arm over his waist. You tangle your legs with his. "I love you, Ry," he says into your hair.
"I love you, too."
You realize how much the two of you say that. But do you both mean it? Like, really, really mean it? You know you said it at your wedding, before in the motel; all the time. But is it actually true? Is it even possible to love one another? Or is 'love' just a word for liking someone so much? Honestly, who gives a flying fuck? You wouldn't change this, your life or Brendon, for anything. You love the way you two are, you love that you constantly remind each other of said love, and you love your life. There is nothing. you would change.
-----
"Gabe. GABE!" you yell at him. The four of you are in your apartment playing Taboo; you and Gabe against Brendon and William. "Gabe, fucking pay attention. You have a word to guess."
"Well what's the word?"
"Dude, you have to guess it. It's the third round, Gabe, why don't you get that yet?"
"Chill, damn, I was kidding. Bren, start the timer."
You pull the next card. Gabe had to guess 'online'. You just had to describe it without saying: 'computer', 'internet', 'www.', 'modem', or 'America'. How fucking easy could this get? Even William should be able to get this and it's hard to hold his attention.
"Okay, Gabe, where is Livejournal located?"
"Uh, on your computer?"
"Sure, but what must you get on to access Livejournal?"
"The internet?"
"Another word for that..."
"Uh, uh, uh. I don't know! Oh! Online!"
"Yep! Brendon make sure we get our point this time."
Brendon sighs, marking another point for your team. He looks worn out, bored, and any other adjective for not wanting them to be over right now. "Hey Gabe," you say. "I'm a little tired, and it's a little late, so how about we continue this game later?"
"Works for me," he says as he gets up and grabs William's hand. Both of them stand from their seats and walk out of the apartment, no good-byes said. You quickly look at Brendon. He's fallen asleep on the couch with Midnight on his head. You decide you need to find out why the fuck that cat is so odd. You walk over to your sleeping husband, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it on top of him.
To wake him up would be difficult. It would end up with a very grumpy Brendon which would lead to a very pissed off Ryan who would sleep in the guest room for the night, all alone. You definitely don't want that. "I love you," you whisper in his ear as you pull the covers up to his nose, just the way he likes it. Stripes jumps on him as well, making a bed in the space between his legs. You smile at this adorable scene, wanting to take a picture of it. You pull your cell phone out and snap one, setting it as your background right after. You kiss his nose before walking away from the living room and into the bedroom, turning the air up to seventy-five, stripping down, and crawling under the covers.
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Unbeta'd. Sorry for the wait. Comment, please and thank you. OH, AND MY BIRTHDAY IS TOTALLY IN 9 DAYS. :D