As Lovers Can
Title: as lovers can
Author: heavyhart
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Domestic schmoop.
Notes: 607 words. Written for ivyenglish ♥
"Both of you couldn't bother getting up to greet me at the door? Both of you?"
"Hmm," Ryan hums softly, but his eyes are still closed and Brendon isn't sure if Ryan's even awake yet. As it is, Ryan's curled up on the couch with Bogart spooned in front of him, the blanket falling down the back of the couch and over Ryan's legs.
"You suck," Brendon says, leaning down and kissing Ryan's forehead. "Both of you. I even brought back food."
Bogart's ears perk up at that, lifting his head to stare up at Brendon expectantly. Brendon laughs, reaching out to scratch under Bogart's chin.
"How was surfing?" Ryan asks, voice rough with sleep as he blinks up at Brendon, and Brendon smiles without thinking about it, glancing away from Bogart even as Bogart tries to follow his hand, clearly not done being scratched.
"Pretty awesome, you should've been there. I'm fucking sore as hell, though. How does Spence go so long without getting tired? Seriously?"
Ryan laughs, stretching out as soon as Bogart jumps off the couch to follow Brendon into the kitchen. Brendon can hear something crack, maybe Ryan's knees, and then he yawns. "Maybe you're just weak, man."
Brendon turns around with the box of noodles still in his hand and leers back at Ryan, pitching his voice low. "That wasn't what you said last night."
It gets a smile out of Ryan, but Brendon can also see the way his eyes get a little more focused, dark and intent where he's staring back at Brendon. "I dunno. I said a lot of things last night."
And Ryan's joking, he is, but when Brendon turns around he can already feel the heat creeping up his spine, the heat that has nothing to do with too much sun.
"Hey," Ryan says after a moment, and Brendon can hear something else crack - his ankles? - as Ryan stands up and walks toward the kitchen. Brendon stands still in front of the cupboard, half-aware of Bogart bustling around the grocery bags, and even though he's expecting it when Ryan slides his hands around Brendon's waist, it still makes his stomach go tight.
"Hey," Ryan repeats, only this time the sound is quiet and hot right in Brendon's ear, and Brendon can feel the counter digging into his palms, the way Ryan keeps pressing closer until he's flush up behind Brendon, warm and solid. "I could rub your back or something? If you're sore."
Ryan's hands slide back just enough to press his fingers into the small of Brendon's back and Brendon huffs out a quick moan, pressing back, relaxing his weight into Ryan.
"You don't have to," Brendon murmurs, but then Ryan digs his thumbs in and rubs and Brendon feels the overwhelming urge to blurt out, "I love you," the tightness in his back already ebbing under Ryan's hands.
"You're so tight," Ryan starts, and before he can stop himself Brendon does blurt out, "I bet you say that to all the boys."
Ryan presses his face to the back of Brendon's neck, his breath tickling over Brendon's skin as he snorts out a laugh. "Only you." He moves his hands up slowly, Brendon's shirt bunching up with them, and when he presses into the center of Brendon's back Brendon bends over the counter, groaning, his ass pushed back into Ryan.
"Christ, you win, can we--"
Ryan laughs, the sound easy and light, grabbing Brendon's hips and pulling him back up, ignoring Brendon's much less pleased groan in favor of kissing his neck, his lips skimming over the warm skin. "Yeah, we can."
Author: heavyhart
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Domestic schmoop.
Notes: 607 words. Written for ivyenglish ♥
"Both of you couldn't bother getting up to greet me at the door? Both of you?"
"Hmm," Ryan hums softly, but his eyes are still closed and Brendon isn't sure if Ryan's even awake yet. As it is, Ryan's curled up on the couch with Bogart spooned in front of him, the blanket falling down the back of the couch and over Ryan's legs.
"You suck," Brendon says, leaning down and kissing Ryan's forehead. "Both of you. I even brought back food."
Bogart's ears perk up at that, lifting his head to stare up at Brendon expectantly. Brendon laughs, reaching out to scratch under Bogart's chin.
"How was surfing?" Ryan asks, voice rough with sleep as he blinks up at Brendon, and Brendon smiles without thinking about it, glancing away from Bogart even as Bogart tries to follow his hand, clearly not done being scratched.
"Pretty awesome, you should've been there. I'm fucking sore as hell, though. How does Spence go so long without getting tired? Seriously?"
Ryan laughs, stretching out as soon as Bogart jumps off the couch to follow Brendon into the kitchen. Brendon can hear something crack, maybe Ryan's knees, and then he yawns. "Maybe you're just weak, man."
Brendon turns around with the box of noodles still in his hand and leers back at Ryan, pitching his voice low. "That wasn't what you said last night."
It gets a smile out of Ryan, but Brendon can also see the way his eyes get a little more focused, dark and intent where he's staring back at Brendon. "I dunno. I said a lot of things last night."
And Ryan's joking, he is, but when Brendon turns around he can already feel the heat creeping up his spine, the heat that has nothing to do with too much sun.
"Hey," Ryan says after a moment, and Brendon can hear something else crack - his ankles? - as Ryan stands up and walks toward the kitchen. Brendon stands still in front of the cupboard, half-aware of Bogart bustling around the grocery bags, and even though he's expecting it when Ryan slides his hands around Brendon's waist, it still makes his stomach go tight.
"Hey," Ryan repeats, only this time the sound is quiet and hot right in Brendon's ear, and Brendon can feel the counter digging into his palms, the way Ryan keeps pressing closer until he's flush up behind Brendon, warm and solid. "I could rub your back or something? If you're sore."
Ryan's hands slide back just enough to press his fingers into the small of Brendon's back and Brendon huffs out a quick moan, pressing back, relaxing his weight into Ryan.
"You don't have to," Brendon murmurs, but then Ryan digs his thumbs in and rubs and Brendon feels the overwhelming urge to blurt out, "I love you," the tightness in his back already ebbing under Ryan's hands.
"You're so tight," Ryan starts, and before he can stop himself Brendon does blurt out, "I bet you say that to all the boys."
Ryan presses his face to the back of Brendon's neck, his breath tickling over Brendon's skin as he snorts out a laugh. "Only you." He moves his hands up slowly, Brendon's shirt bunching up with them, and when he presses into the center of Brendon's back Brendon bends over the counter, groaning, his ass pushed back into Ryan.
"Christ, you win, can we--"
Ryan laughs, the sound easy and light, grabbing Brendon's hips and pulling him back up, ignoring Brendon's much less pleased groan in favor of kissing his neck, his lips skimming over the warm skin. "Yeah, we can."