Broken Memories, chapter 1.
Title: Broken Memories
Author: unseeming
Rating: Overall, PG-13, this chapter, R
Pairing: Ryden, Joncer
POV: Brendon, third person
Summary: Last summer Brendon and Jon went to music camp together and met the loves of their lives. Both boys are positive nothing could possibly go wrong and they all quickly sign up to go to camp again together next year, thinking that of course there's no way everything is going to fall apart before then.
Disclaimer: not true, I don't own Panic, the songs, blah blah blah...
Author Notes: FINALLY! The sequel to Heartthorns--- but I'm writing this so that you don't HAVE to have read it to understand this, for the most part. Originally going to be called 'Broken in the Snow'.
Dear Journal,
Right now it is July 31, 6:55 p.m. and 32 seconds. Well, 36 seconds now. But anyway. Only four minutes and 24- well, 19- seconds until Ryan gets here. He’s coming over at 7… for a sleepover. Here. At my house. I CAN’T WAIT.
My parents said Ryan can just sleep in my bed with me (once again, CAN NOT WAIT!). It’s a big bed, anyway. It’s a good thing Jon and I have slept in it together like a dozen bazillion times or else it would be sooo suspicious that me and Ryan were sleeping in the same bed.
Speaking of Jon, everything with him and Spencer seems to be going pretty well. They hung out all day yesterday at the park. Well, they were probably more making out rather than hanging out, but you know. They’re so lucky.
And Jon told his parents about him and Spencer! And they were completely okay with it. I’m so jealous. If I didn’t love Jon I would really, really hate him. Haha. But seriously. He just told his parents yesterday night (he told me about it today online) when he got back from the park with Spencer. They were really happy for him. I mean, he’s never really had a boyfriend or girlfriend before and I think they were figuring he’d given up on love or something, I don’t know. Why would someone give up on love? Seriously…
Holy shit, “All You Need Is Love” just came on the radio. Creepy or what?!
OH MY GOD! THE DOORBELL JUST RANG. I think I’m going to have a heart attack. I haven’t seen Ryan since we got off the bus from Camp Keeway, three days ago… our first time seeing each other outside of camp. Hopefully the first time out of many, many times…
-Brendon
He shoved the notebook into some random drawer in his dresser, turned off the radio, and then flew out of his room and bounded downstairs to get the door.
He didn’t hesitate in throwing it open instantly, and yes, there stood the tall, skinny boy of his dreams, wearing a tight gray t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He was wearing a backpack, too, that probably had his pajamas and stuff- that same backpack he’d had at camp, but it wasn’t all dirty anymore- and a guitar case. But what Brendon noticed the most was the glowing smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes.
“Ryan!” Brendon cried, throwing his arms around him.
“Brendon,” came Ryan’s voice, muffled from Brendon’s body squeezing him. He laughed and hugged him back. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more,” Brendon retorted.
“No, I missed you more!”
“No, I-“
“Oh, Ryan’s here!” said Brendon’s mom from behind them. The two boys quickly broke apart. “Hi, Ryan!”
“Hi, Mrs. Urie,” said Ryan with a sheepish grin. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
“No problem,” she replied, smiling too. “Brendon’s been talking about you nonstop since he got back. You two must be really close friends.”
“Yeah, we are,” said Brendon, glancing at Ryan.
“Well, come inside, come inside!” said Mrs. Urie, shooing them in. “Let’s not stand out here any longer. We don’t want any bugs to get in.”
The two boys went inside and Ryan looked around, taking it in.
“Wanna go hang out in my room?” Brendon asked casually.
“Okay, sounds good,” said Ryan with a secretive little smile.
Brendon went up the stairs and down the hallway, Ryan following him, and then into his room.
Brendon quietly closed the door behind them and locked it, and Ryan gazed around the room. It had a closet, a dresser, a bean bag chair that looked very comfy, a desk with papers and books scattered all over it, and Brendon’s guitar in the corner, but what Ryan looked at the most was the big, very appealing bed.
Brendon rolled his eyes and grabbed Ryan’s hand, pulling him onto the bed with him, and pressed his lips against Ryan’s.
Three days. Three days since they had last kissed, last held hands, last touched… and that was three days too many.
Ryan got his guitar out of its case and Brendon retrieved his from the corner. He unlocked the door so it wouldn’t be suspicious that his door was locked and sat back down on the bed with Ryan again. He strummed some random note on his guitar, smiling to himself at the lovely, familiar sound.
Ryan began playing the opening chords to “Nine in the Afternoon,” and Brendon quickly caught on, playing along.
“Back to the streets where we began, feeling-“
He was cut off by Ryan suddenly kissing him, practically tackling him.
“Whoa, what was that?!” Brendon exclaimed when it was over.
“I’m sorry… I just haven’t heard you sing in such a long time,” said Ryan apologetically. “You’re irresistible when you sing… your voice makes me feel like… I don’t know, I couldn’t help it.”
Brendon smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This one was longer, more passionate, and just as the tongue action began the door opened. They instantly leapt apart and began playing their guitars.
“Hi, boys! Just saying hi to Ryan,” said Brendon’s dad as he walked in.
“Hi, Mr. Urie,” said Ryan brightly. “How are you?”
“Fine, thank you,” he replied. “How are you, Ryan?”
“Great!”
“Well, that’s good. If you want to play video games or something, we have a Wii downstairs. And just tell us if you’re hungry or something. Brendon will show you.”
“Okay, cool,” said Ryan. “Thanks for letting me spend the night!”
“No problem,” said Mr. Urie. “Brendon sure missed you! He talks about you all the time.”
Brendon blushed a deep red. Ryan shot him a grin.
“Well, I’ll leave you two now,” said Mr. Urie, and he left.
“You’re so… polite,” said Brendon said to Ryan.
“So? Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s just kinda funny… ‘Hello, Mr. Urie! How are you? By the way, your son and I are going to be fucking the hell out of each other tonight.’”
They laughed, and kissed again briefly.
“Oh, and I have something to show you that I got for us,” said Brendon, reaching for his nightstand. He rustled through it for a few seconds and quickly found what he was looking for- the lube and condoms he’d gotten.
“Ohmygod! No way, dude! How did you get those without your parents finding out?”
“My mom’s birthday is coming up and I went to Target to get her a present,” said Brendon, smiling, “and so I told her she wasn’t allowed to look at what I was buying at all or it would ruin the surprise. Heheheh.”
“Nice!” Ryan laughed and kissed his forehead.
“Seriously, though, we’ve got to do some other stuff besides like… you know.”
The two boys played their guitars for a little while, singing too, and Brendon even played his keyboard a little.
A while later they ran out of things to play. “Now what do you want to do? Play Wii, or something?” said Brendon.
“Oh, yeah, I wanna play Wii with you,” giggled Ryan, his eyes trailing down Brendon’s body to his crotch.
“My God, Ryan, calm down! I know you’re horny, but just hold it in a little longer, okay?!”
Ryan groaned, but he followed Brendon out of his room and downstairs to the family room, where the Wii was set up.
They played random games for a while (Ryan was apparently incredible at playing Jigglypuff in SSB Brawl), until about nine, and then they had dessert, and then hung out some more.
Pretty soon it was 10, and Brendon’s mom came in to tell them it was time for bed. They brushed their teeth and changed into pajamas (in separate rooms, to Ryan’s disappointment- it would have been maybe a bit suspicious since Brendon had never gotten dressed with any of his other friends in the same room before), and then went into Brendon’s room.
Damn, yes, that bed looked very welcoming right now, the white sheets and red comforter, the fluffy pillows, and most of all Ryan, standing next to it. He looked so cute, but sexy in some weird way, in his light blue pajamas…
Brendon made sure to lock the door after his parents had said good night. Then he said to Ryan, “Guests first!”
Ryan grinned and got into his bed, which somehow caused Brendon to harden a little already. He turned off all the lights except for his lamp on his nightstand, which he dimmed to a sultry glow, and then he slowly crawled into bed with Ryan.
He lay on his side, facing him, and they exchanged a brief, excited smile, and then Ryan rolled towards him and somehow ended up on top of Brendon, straddling him.
Brendon let out a little groan as his pajama pants grew tighter again. Ryan kissed him, his hands around Brendon’s shoulders. They trailed down his back, then his waist, speeding up as they went, and then settled on his inner thighs. He massaged them teasingly, sending shivers up Brendon’s spine.
Brendon moaned into the kiss and ground his hips against Ryan’s a little, causing him to moan too. “Mmph, Brendon, fuck, hurry up. I want you inme, now.”
Brendon grinned and they were naked a minute later, and there he was, in his own bed with the boy of his dreams, and there was nothing separating them from each other. He had dreamed about this so many times the last few days… He gazed at Ryan’s body, every little part of it, so fucking perfect, and saw Ryan looking at Brendon’s, his face full of longing. Brendon blushed, instantly feeling self-conscious. They’d been naked together before, of course, quite a few times, but being next to the absolutely perfect Ryan made him feel so full of flaws.
“You’re beautiful, don’t worry,” Ryan said, noticing the nervous look on Brendon’s face.
Brendon blushed even more and Ryan rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek. “You’re perfect,” he insisted. “Forget about it.”
He kissed him again, and Brendon forgot.
He curled his legs around Ryan’s, bringing them even closer together. He felt Ryan grow harder against his thigh, and sensed the same thing happening to himself.
“I need you,” Ryan whispered, “now, please, Brendon-“
“Fuck, I know, I need you too,” said Brendon, and he managed to untangle himself from his boyfriend and opened his nightstand. He quickly found the condoms and lube and crawled back to Ryan’s side.
“Fuck, yes,” said Ryan softly, and Brendon opened both packages as quickly as possible. He took one of the condoms and clumsily began rolling it onto his hard cock, but it was slippery and he’d never done this before and his hands were shaking from excitement. Ryan rolled his eyes, but playfully, and helped him put it on. “Should I use one too?” he said. “I mean, I don’t want to make a big mess or anything when, uh, you know…”
“Yeah, maybe you should,” said Brendon, grabbing another condom for Ryan and he put it on quickly and then lay back, his head on Brendon’s pillow and his whole body stretched out on the bed teasingly. Brendon looked him up and down one more time, hardly believing that this was real, and that this gorgeous boy was his. He took the lube from his nightstand and spread apart Ryan’s legs, and damn, he hadn’t realized how much he had really missed sex until now.
“Brennyyyy,” whined Ryan impatiently.
“Sorry!” said Brendon, snapping back into reality, and he set to work, smothering his fingers with lube. He inserted one finger into Ryan, and then another, scissoring inside him, and he flinched a little. “Are you okay?” Brendon asked, instantly pulling out.
“Yeah,” said Ryan, nodding and closing his eyes. “J-just hurts a little at first, you know.”
Brendon paused for a moment and then put in his fingers again, adding one more, and then he knew they were ready. He smeared more lube onto his cock and then without hesitation slowly began to slide himself in, using his hands to help. Then he had gotten all the way in and he rested there for a moment, inside Ryan, and fuck this felt amazing. Ryan gave a little moan, and then whispered, “More…”
Brendon pulled out and then back in a few more times, beginning to move slightly faster now. He reached down with a free hand and started jacking off Ryan’s own dick as he continued. Ryan bit his lip to stifle his moans, gripping the sheets tightly as Brendon went faster and harder into him. “Deeper,” he managed to choke out.
Brendon obeyed, still jacking off Ryan. Waves of pleasure shot throw his body with every thrust as he continued. He looked down into Ryan’s eyes and he could see his passion, his satisfaction, and fuck, this felt so amazing, and so right. He wouldn’t want to share this moment with anyone else.
A few minutes passed by and they were still going, but he knew it wasn’t going to be for much longer. Brendon could feel it coming and he could see it in Ryan’s face too, his fists clutching the bed tightly. And then it was there, a shudder ran through his body and he was unable to stifle this moan (that sounded a lot like Ryan’s name) as he came, and just as he pulled out Ryan did too. He dazedly watched the look on Ryan’s face, the pleasure etched into his skin, and those lips as they let out a huge groan, and his hair totally messed up…
Brendon rolled off him and they lay there side by side for a few moments, gasping for breath. This had been by far their best sex yet. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Ryan’s, wrapping his arms around his waist. Ryan kissed back, running his hands down Brendon’s sweaty back.
“I love you,” Ryan whispered once the kiss had ended.
“I love you too,” said Brendon, “more than you could ever imagine.”
x
an: I am SO sorry it took me so long to post this. There are no promises on when the next chapter will be; that might not be for a while. But we'll see.
:) <3
Author: unseeming
Rating: Overall, PG-13, this chapter, R
Pairing: Ryden, Joncer
POV: Brendon, third person
Summary: Last summer Brendon and Jon went to music camp together and met the loves of their lives. Both boys are positive nothing could possibly go wrong and they all quickly sign up to go to camp again together next year, thinking that of course there's no way everything is going to fall apart before then.
Disclaimer: not true, I don't own Panic, the songs, blah blah blah...
Author Notes: FINALLY! The sequel to Heartthorns--- but I'm writing this so that you don't HAVE to have read it to understand this, for the most part. Originally going to be called 'Broken in the Snow'.
Dear Journal,
Right now it is July 31, 6:55 p.m. and 32 seconds. Well, 36 seconds now. But anyway. Only four minutes and 24- well, 19- seconds until Ryan gets here. He’s coming over at 7… for a sleepover. Here. At my house. I CAN’T WAIT.
My parents said Ryan can just sleep in my bed with me (once again, CAN NOT WAIT!). It’s a big bed, anyway. It’s a good thing Jon and I have slept in it together like a dozen bazillion times or else it would be sooo suspicious that me and Ryan were sleeping in the same bed.
Speaking of Jon, everything with him and Spencer seems to be going pretty well. They hung out all day yesterday at the park. Well, they were probably more making out rather than hanging out, but you know. They’re so lucky.
And Jon told his parents about him and Spencer! And they were completely okay with it. I’m so jealous. If I didn’t love Jon I would really, really hate him. Haha. But seriously. He just told his parents yesterday night (he told me about it today online) when he got back from the park with Spencer. They were really happy for him. I mean, he’s never really had a boyfriend or girlfriend before and I think they were figuring he’d given up on love or something, I don’t know. Why would someone give up on love? Seriously…
Holy shit, “All You Need Is Love” just came on the radio. Creepy or what?!
OH MY GOD! THE DOORBELL JUST RANG. I think I’m going to have a heart attack. I haven’t seen Ryan since we got off the bus from Camp Keeway, three days ago… our first time seeing each other outside of camp. Hopefully the first time out of many, many times…
-Brendon
He shoved the notebook into some random drawer in his dresser, turned off the radio, and then flew out of his room and bounded downstairs to get the door.
He didn’t hesitate in throwing it open instantly, and yes, there stood the tall, skinny boy of his dreams, wearing a tight gray t-shirt and black skinny jeans. He was wearing a backpack, too, that probably had his pajamas and stuff- that same backpack he’d had at camp, but it wasn’t all dirty anymore- and a guitar case. But what Brendon noticed the most was the glowing smile on his lips and the gleam in his eyes.
“Ryan!” Brendon cried, throwing his arms around him.
“Brendon,” came Ryan’s voice, muffled from Brendon’s body squeezing him. He laughed and hugged him back. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more,” Brendon retorted.
“No, I missed you more!”
“No, I-“
“Oh, Ryan’s here!” said Brendon’s mom from behind them. The two boys quickly broke apart. “Hi, Ryan!”
“Hi, Mrs. Urie,” said Ryan with a sheepish grin. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
“No problem,” she replied, smiling too. “Brendon’s been talking about you nonstop since he got back. You two must be really close friends.”
“Yeah, we are,” said Brendon, glancing at Ryan.
“Well, come inside, come inside!” said Mrs. Urie, shooing them in. “Let’s not stand out here any longer. We don’t want any bugs to get in.”
The two boys went inside and Ryan looked around, taking it in.
“Wanna go hang out in my room?” Brendon asked casually.
“Okay, sounds good,” said Ryan with a secretive little smile.
Brendon went up the stairs and down the hallway, Ryan following him, and then into his room.
Brendon quietly closed the door behind them and locked it, and Ryan gazed around the room. It had a closet, a dresser, a bean bag chair that looked very comfy, a desk with papers and books scattered all over it, and Brendon’s guitar in the corner, but what Ryan looked at the most was the big, very appealing bed.
Brendon rolled his eyes and grabbed Ryan’s hand, pulling him onto the bed with him, and pressed his lips against Ryan’s.
Three days. Three days since they had last kissed, last held hands, last touched… and that was three days too many.
Ryan got his guitar out of its case and Brendon retrieved his from the corner. He unlocked the door so it wouldn’t be suspicious that his door was locked and sat back down on the bed with Ryan again. He strummed some random note on his guitar, smiling to himself at the lovely, familiar sound.
Ryan began playing the opening chords to “Nine in the Afternoon,” and Brendon quickly caught on, playing along.
“Back to the streets where we began, feeling-“
He was cut off by Ryan suddenly kissing him, practically tackling him.
“Whoa, what was that?!” Brendon exclaimed when it was over.
“I’m sorry… I just haven’t heard you sing in such a long time,” said Ryan apologetically. “You’re irresistible when you sing… your voice makes me feel like… I don’t know, I couldn’t help it.”
Brendon smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This one was longer, more passionate, and just as the tongue action began the door opened. They instantly leapt apart and began playing their guitars.
“Hi, boys! Just saying hi to Ryan,” said Brendon’s dad as he walked in.
“Hi, Mr. Urie,” said Ryan brightly. “How are you?”
“Fine, thank you,” he replied. “How are you, Ryan?”
“Great!”
“Well, that’s good. If you want to play video games or something, we have a Wii downstairs. And just tell us if you’re hungry or something. Brendon will show you.”
“Okay, cool,” said Ryan. “Thanks for letting me spend the night!”
“No problem,” said Mr. Urie. “Brendon sure missed you! He talks about you all the time.”
Brendon blushed a deep red. Ryan shot him a grin.
“Well, I’ll leave you two now,” said Mr. Urie, and he left.
“You’re so… polite,” said Brendon said to Ryan.
“So? Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Well, yeah, but it’s just kinda funny… ‘Hello, Mr. Urie! How are you? By the way, your son and I are going to be fucking the hell out of each other tonight.’”
They laughed, and kissed again briefly.
“Oh, and I have something to show you that I got for us,” said Brendon, reaching for his nightstand. He rustled through it for a few seconds and quickly found what he was looking for- the lube and condoms he’d gotten.
“Ohmygod! No way, dude! How did you get those without your parents finding out?”
“My mom’s birthday is coming up and I went to Target to get her a present,” said Brendon, smiling, “and so I told her she wasn’t allowed to look at what I was buying at all or it would ruin the surprise. Heheheh.”
“Nice!” Ryan laughed and kissed his forehead.
“Seriously, though, we’ve got to do some other stuff besides like… you know.”
The two boys played their guitars for a little while, singing too, and Brendon even played his keyboard a little.
A while later they ran out of things to play. “Now what do you want to do? Play Wii, or something?” said Brendon.
“Oh, yeah, I wanna play Wii with you,” giggled Ryan, his eyes trailing down Brendon’s body to his crotch.
“My God, Ryan, calm down! I know you’re horny, but just hold it in a little longer, okay?!”
Ryan groaned, but he followed Brendon out of his room and downstairs to the family room, where the Wii was set up.
They played random games for a while (Ryan was apparently incredible at playing Jigglypuff in SSB Brawl), until about nine, and then they had dessert, and then hung out some more.
Pretty soon it was 10, and Brendon’s mom came in to tell them it was time for bed. They brushed their teeth and changed into pajamas (in separate rooms, to Ryan’s disappointment- it would have been maybe a bit suspicious since Brendon had never gotten dressed with any of his other friends in the same room before), and then went into Brendon’s room.
Damn, yes, that bed looked very welcoming right now, the white sheets and red comforter, the fluffy pillows, and most of all Ryan, standing next to it. He looked so cute, but sexy in some weird way, in his light blue pajamas…
Brendon made sure to lock the door after his parents had said good night. Then he said to Ryan, “Guests first!”
Ryan grinned and got into his bed, which somehow caused Brendon to harden a little already. He turned off all the lights except for his lamp on his nightstand, which he dimmed to a sultry glow, and then he slowly crawled into bed with Ryan.
He lay on his side, facing him, and they exchanged a brief, excited smile, and then Ryan rolled towards him and somehow ended up on top of Brendon, straddling him.
Brendon let out a little groan as his pajama pants grew tighter again. Ryan kissed him, his hands around Brendon’s shoulders. They trailed down his back, then his waist, speeding up as they went, and then settled on his inner thighs. He massaged them teasingly, sending shivers up Brendon’s spine.
Brendon moaned into the kiss and ground his hips against Ryan’s a little, causing him to moan too. “Mmph, Brendon, fuck, hurry up. I want you inme, now.”
Brendon grinned and they were naked a minute later, and there he was, in his own bed with the boy of his dreams, and there was nothing separating them from each other. He had dreamed about this so many times the last few days… He gazed at Ryan’s body, every little part of it, so fucking perfect, and saw Ryan looking at Brendon’s, his face full of longing. Brendon blushed, instantly feeling self-conscious. They’d been naked together before, of course, quite a few times, but being next to the absolutely perfect Ryan made him feel so full of flaws.
“You’re beautiful, don’t worry,” Ryan said, noticing the nervous look on Brendon’s face.
Brendon blushed even more and Ryan rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek. “You’re perfect,” he insisted. “Forget about it.”
He kissed him again, and Brendon forgot.
He curled his legs around Ryan’s, bringing them even closer together. He felt Ryan grow harder against his thigh, and sensed the same thing happening to himself.
“I need you,” Ryan whispered, “now, please, Brendon-“
“Fuck, I know, I need you too,” said Brendon, and he managed to untangle himself from his boyfriend and opened his nightstand. He quickly found the condoms and lube and crawled back to Ryan’s side.
“Fuck, yes,” said Ryan softly, and Brendon opened both packages as quickly as possible. He took one of the condoms and clumsily began rolling it onto his hard cock, but it was slippery and he’d never done this before and his hands were shaking from excitement. Ryan rolled his eyes, but playfully, and helped him put it on. “Should I use one too?” he said. “I mean, I don’t want to make a big mess or anything when, uh, you know…”
“Yeah, maybe you should,” said Brendon, grabbing another condom for Ryan and he put it on quickly and then lay back, his head on Brendon’s pillow and his whole body stretched out on the bed teasingly. Brendon looked him up and down one more time, hardly believing that this was real, and that this gorgeous boy was his. He took the lube from his nightstand and spread apart Ryan’s legs, and damn, he hadn’t realized how much he had really missed sex until now.
“Brennyyyy,” whined Ryan impatiently.
“Sorry!” said Brendon, snapping back into reality, and he set to work, smothering his fingers with lube. He inserted one finger into Ryan, and then another, scissoring inside him, and he flinched a little. “Are you okay?” Brendon asked, instantly pulling out.
“Yeah,” said Ryan, nodding and closing his eyes. “J-just hurts a little at first, you know.”
Brendon paused for a moment and then put in his fingers again, adding one more, and then he knew they were ready. He smeared more lube onto his cock and then without hesitation slowly began to slide himself in, using his hands to help. Then he had gotten all the way in and he rested there for a moment, inside Ryan, and fuck this felt amazing. Ryan gave a little moan, and then whispered, “More…”
Brendon pulled out and then back in a few more times, beginning to move slightly faster now. He reached down with a free hand and started jacking off Ryan’s own dick as he continued. Ryan bit his lip to stifle his moans, gripping the sheets tightly as Brendon went faster and harder into him. “Deeper,” he managed to choke out.
Brendon obeyed, still jacking off Ryan. Waves of pleasure shot throw his body with every thrust as he continued. He looked down into Ryan’s eyes and he could see his passion, his satisfaction, and fuck, this felt so amazing, and so right. He wouldn’t want to share this moment with anyone else.
A few minutes passed by and they were still going, but he knew it wasn’t going to be for much longer. Brendon could feel it coming and he could see it in Ryan’s face too, his fists clutching the bed tightly. And then it was there, a shudder ran through his body and he was unable to stifle this moan (that sounded a lot like Ryan’s name) as he came, and just as he pulled out Ryan did too. He dazedly watched the look on Ryan’s face, the pleasure etched into his skin, and those lips as they let out a huge groan, and his hair totally messed up…
Brendon rolled off him and they lay there side by side for a few moments, gasping for breath. This had been by far their best sex yet. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Ryan’s, wrapping his arms around his waist. Ryan kissed back, running his hands down Brendon’s sweaty back.
“I love you,” Ryan whispered once the kiss had ended.
“I love you too,” said Brendon, “more than you could ever imagine.”
x
an: I am SO sorry it took me so long to post this. There are no promises on when the next chapter will be; that might not be for a while. But we'll see.
:) <3