When the lion fell in love with the lamb: Chapter 4
Chapter 4
It was about midnight on the tour bus, and I was sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the couch, head leaning on the cool glass. I sighed, thinking about what happened between Brendon and I. The moon wasn't shining, leaving the bus left in a pool of darkness except Spencers laptop, and the small lamp we had in the corner that ran on batteries.
"I think I'm gonna head to bed Ry." Spencer said, shutting his laptop and yawning.
I nodded, waving.
He lumbered back to his bunk, climbing in and snoring almost immediately. When I turned my head I could see Brendon walk in, taking a seat on the couch opposite of me. I looked at him slowly, almost awkwardly. He wasn’t looking at me, he had his knees brought to his chest, head leaning on his arms. I turned back to look out the window, not sure if I should talk to him or not.
“Great show guys.” Jon said, going to sit at the small table.
“You too Jon.” I said, trying to smile.
“Hey, where’d you go after the show? Me and Spence couldn’t find you.” He asked.
I saw Brendon look up at that, turning towards me. I pretended I didn’t notice him.
“I just needed some fresh air, I was getting really hot inside.” I lied.
He nodded, grinning.
“You should’ve seen it! Some girls almost got up on stage! Spencer and I were fucking scared dude.” Jon said, laughing at the memory.
I managed the best laugh I could in the mood I was in, smiling at Jon.
“Sorry. I was ready to pass out or something.” I lied.
Brendon calmed down a little bit, his shoulders slumping again, but I could tell he was still listening.
“Where’d you go Brendon?” Jon asked.
“I left my phone on the bus.” He lied.
I smirked out the window.
Jon hummed.
“I think I’m gonna go to bed now guys, see you in the am.” Jon said, retreating to his bunk
“Night.” I waved.
I didn’t dare look at Brendon, not sure if he was angry or not. But out of the corner of my eye I swear he was looking at me. I started getting aggravated with his silence. I knew he was looking at me. I didn't know what to say to him, but I wanted him to talk to me. My eyes settled on his mouth, and my lips tingled, remembering the kiss he had given me just hours before. I didn't know if he felt the same about me, nor did I know if it was going to happen again, but all I knew was that I wanted it to happen again. And soon.
*******
“Ryan, get ready. We’re going out tonight.” Jon said, smirking.
“Where?” I asked.
“A club.” He said, shrugging.
“None of us are old enough.” I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.
“Shut up Ross. Let’s go.” He said, throwing what I assumed was another pillow at me.
I sighed, sitting up. It was 5 in the evening and I hadn’t gotten out of bed all day. I slid out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. The hotel we were at was still spotlessly clean, something that surprised me. Brendon and Spencer were already dressed. Spencer was texting someone, sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. Brendon was sitting on the floor in front of our bed, knees brought to his chest, intently looking at his hands. I slid into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair had gotten a curly at the tips, and my cheeks were red. I shrugged, turning the shower on and dropping my cloths to the floor. I realized after a few minutes that Jon would yell at me if I stayed any longer, so I turned the water off, stepping out and wrapping a fluffy towel around my waist. I walked towards my bag that I had left on the counter, pulling out a tight red t-shirt. I groaned when I couldn’t find my skinny jeans. I walked towards the door, tugging it open.
“Have you guys seen my black skinny jeans?” I asked, stepping out onto the plush carpet.
Brendon didn’t say anything, and my cheeks flushed as I saw his gaze rest on my shirtless torso.
“Oh yeah. I packed a few of your things in my bag by accident.” Spencer said, hopping from his position towards his bag. He tossed me my jeans and before I had time to look away from Brendon they hit my chest and fell to the floor. I blushed again, bending over to pick them up and walk wordlessly back into the bathroom. I slid the tight jeans on after a pair of boxers, tugging the t-shirt over my head. I dried my hair, plugging in the straightener next to the mirror.
“Let’s go Ryan. You’re such a girl.” Jon said, opening the door.
I rolled my eyes, smirking.
“Yeah yeah, I’m coming.”
*******
We piled into Jon’s car, Spencer taking shotgun, Brendon and I in the back.
“How are we getting in Jon? The clubs around here are all 21 and up. None of us are 21 if you hadn’t noticed.” I said.
“I know some people.” Jon said, smirking at me through the rearview mirror.
I sighed, turning to look out the window. Brendon hadn’t talked to me in almost three days, and I was getting nervous that I’d done something wrong. I was pulled from my thoughts when Jon’s cell phone went off.
“Hey.” He answered.
“Yeah, all four of us.”
“Really? Aw thanks man.”
“Yeah. Alright, see you soon. Bye.”
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Nobody.” He said.
I groaned. Yeah. Nobody.
I didn’t care though. I barely wanted to be going out in the first place. And I wasn’t sure Zack knew about this either. Jon pulled into the parking lot of a club, and I could already hear the loud music pouring from it. It was almost dark outside, being 8. We climbed out of the car, walking towards the entrance. Jon greeted a man I’d never seen before, hugging him and laughing. He guided us into the club, telling us to feel free to do whatever. I nodded, stuffing my hands in my pockets and hunching my shoulders.
“Do you want to get a drink?” Brendon asked in my ear.
It scared me, but I was grateful he was talking.
“Sure.” I nodded.
We walked towards the bar, Brendon telling me to sit down. He handed me a beer, and I grimaced, but drank it anyways, hoping it would loosen me up a little. He drank from the bottle too, wincing at the taste, but taking another sip.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
He nodded, standing up, but I could see the hesitation on his face. I guided him to where I saw the bathroom, pulling him inside.
“What’s up?” He asked, leaning against the wall and taking another gulp off his bottle.
“Are you like, pissed at me or something?” I asked.
“No…why?” He asked.
“Because you won’t talk to me.” I said, crossing my arms.
“I figured you were mad at me because of what I did…” he trailed off.
“No, not at all. I told you I wasn’t.” I said, acting angry.
“Oh.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Why would I be mad?” I asked.
“I don’t know…I just didn’t think you even thought about me as more than your friend.”
“Well lately I’ve thought about you a little more than that.” I said, slightly embarrassed.
“Good,” He said, “So have I.”
I grinned.
“So,” he began, “do you wanna dance? You know, cause it’s a club and all?”
“Why not?” I said. “I’m a horrible dancer though.”
“I can show you a thing or two.” He said, winking, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
I finished my beer, tossing it into a trash in the corner of the crowded club. Brendon followed suit, grinning. It was dark, and I could barely tell where we were stepping. People were dancing with each other in every way possible. Brendon stopped us, facing me. He smiled at me widely, dancing in front of me. I stood watching, not knowing what else to do. But when the affects of the beer kicked in, I giggled, hiccupping once. I began dancing with him, my arms above my head, rolling my hips nowhere. He nodded, setting his hands on my hips.
“That’s it.” He assured.
He turned around, pressing his back against my chest, raising his arms above his head to wrap around my neck. I bit my lip, setting my hands on his waist, rolling my hips forward again. He faced me again, looking into my eyes before copying my movements. I groaned when his hips crashed into mine, hand dropping to squeeze his waist. He did it again, a sound of his own coming from his throat.
“Bren.” I sighed into his ear.
He gripped my chin, pulling me into a heated kiss. I tangled my fingers into his hair, sighing. His tongue ventured out and traced my bottom lip, tugging another moan from my mouth. He grabbed my hand, pulling away from my lips.
“Come on.” He whispered.
I let him tug me along, noticing how tight my jeans were. He pressed me against the wall next to a door, kissing my roughly again. He gripped the handle, tugging it open and pushing me inside. I gasped when I turned around.
Jon had Spencer pressed against the wall, kissing him harshly. His hand had found its way into Spencer’s jeans, making Spencer moan loudly.
“Jon.” He moaned as Jon broke from his lips to his jaw.
Brendon grabbed my wrist tugging me from the door and shutting it.
We looked at each other, bursting out laughing. He was still grinning when he wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing me again. I settled my hands on his hips, moving my lips on his. His lips were soft, and tasted sweet despite the beer he had drunken. He got serious again, biting my bottom lip. I could feel my jeans get impossibly tighter, and I bucked my hips forward into his. His jaw dropped, breaking away from my lips and moaning into my neck. He dropped his hand between us, palming the bulge in my jeans.
“Brendon…” I moaned, dropping my head back.
“Yes?” He said huskily.
“So good Bren. God d-don’t stop…” I was whispering.
He hummed in my ear, rubbing my jeans harder. I choked out a gasp, clutching his shoulders.
“Brendon! Stop..I’m gonna…” I whispered.
Despite how good it felt, I gripped his hand, making him stop. He chuckled in my ear, pulling back to look at me.
I was catching my breath, looking over his face. He lips were slightly parted, bright red from so many kisses. Brendons eyes widened when he looked behind me, and he released my hips.
“Guys we gotta go, they figured out we’re not 21.” Jon said urgently, hair slightly messed up, Spencer behind him looking very confused.
I blushed, remembering that I walked in on something I probably shouldn’t have. We nodded, running towards the exit. Fuck. I was horny as hell and no way to fix it. Brendon turned to me, grinning deviously. We piled into the car again, and I settled my hands in my lap, hoping desperately that Spencer and Jon didn’t notice either of our hard-on’s. Well. This night turned out better than I expected.