Under The Stars, I'll Be Your Lover
Title:Under The Stars, I'll Be Your Lover
Author: dorkle_07
Rating:R
Pairing:Ryan/Brendon
POV:3rd
Summary:A simple look at the intensity that is Ryan and Brendon
Disclaimer:Don't Own.
Author Notes:This was written for the we_are_cities
prompt on July 10 2007. I'm quite proud of it and I hope you all like it as well. =]
Ryan smiles down at Brendon as he sleeps. The boy's dark eyelashes rest lightly on his cheeks and his chest rises and falls gently. Ryan runs his fingers through Brendon's hair. It's getting longer now and Ryan loves it. It falls beautifully around the boy's face looks amazing when paired with that bright beautiful smile Brendon is so well known for. Ryan kisses one of Brendon's eyelids, then the other, and smiles again as the boy smacks his lips and grins a little in his sleep. Ryan settles in and rests his head on Brendon's bare chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of the younger boy's heart.
*
Ryan is the first to wake up the next morning and of course he does his favorite thing in the world. He watches Brendon sleep. It's different than last night though...mainly because the sun is coming in through the crack in the drapes of their hotel room, casting a beam of light onto Brendon's face, lighting his features, making him look positively angelic and Ryan wonders where Brendon hides his wings and halo. Ryan pushes the hair away from Brendon's forehead gently, the gesture reminds him of times when his mother would do the same for him. At that moment, Brendon's eyes flutter open and he gives Ryan a soft smile. Ryan smiles back and leans down to place a sweet kiss on Brendon's lips.
“Hey,” Brendon says, his voice scratchy from sleep
“Hi,” Ryan says looking down at Brendon lovingly
Ryan really doesn't know what to say...the morning is too perfect to be wasted on frivolous conversation. Ryan settles for snuggling up to Brendon and putting his head on the boy's bare chest again. Brendon puts an arm around Ryan's back, hugging him close to his body. They hear the door open, but don't bother to move to see who it is. Ryan figures it's Jon or Spencer, seeing as they are all sharing some huge suite with two separate rooms and a nice little common room.
“Awww...how perfect,” Jon says.
Brendon just smiles and kisses the top of Ryan's head. Spencer comes in with a cart full of food and wheels it in between the two beds in the room. Ryan occupies himself by running his fingers up and down Brendon's bare sides.
“We figured we would annoy you and eat breakfast in here”
“Sounds good,” Brendon says.
Ryan is just enjoying everyone being together, he doesn't really feel the need to say anything right now. Brendon sits up and props one of the many pillows up against the headboard and Ryan settles in next to him, as close as he can get. Brendon grimaces as he grabs a piece of bacon, he may not like it, but Ryan loves it, so he doesn't mind all that much. He holds it up to Ryan and Ryan takes it between his spidery fingers and pulls the meat away from the fat. Brendon laughs at Ryan's little idiosyncrasy and Ryan ignores it and blissfully eats his bacon.
When he is done he plops the fat leftover on a little napkin. He then grabs a plate of eggs just the way he likes them: over medium with white toast, salt and shredded breakfast potatoes. He goes about his methodical process of cutting the eggs and adding salt, then mixing them around to make sure that the runny part of the yolk gets on every piece of egg. He then grabs a piece of toast, puts a piece of egg on the end and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed at the taste, and Brendon chuckles again, leaning over his boyfriend to grab his Belgian waffle with berries and powdered sugar. As they ate they all exchanged small talk and just enjoyed the quiet time that was so rare. Ryan giggled at the look on Brendon's face as he leaned over and stole a strawberry from the other boy's waffle.
Jon and Spencer like to see Ryan and Brendon like this, having fun, and not being so wrapped up in their own little world. Ryan and Brendon's world tends to get extremely intense. Jon and Spencer have watched countless times, as the two of them, even in a room full of people, get totally lost in each other. Lips ghosting over various body parts. Eyes locked. Or, their personal favorite, fingers laced with the two of them sitting there just looking at their entwined digits. Spencer looks up from his chocolate chip pancakes as he hears Brendon let out a slow smooth laugh at something Ryan either did or said. Jon can feel it, the two of them are going to slip into their bubble soon and they won't notice if Jon and Spencer catch on fire. Spencer notices too and quickly begins to salvage the situation with more small talk and possible ideas of what they could do on their day off.
Jon breathes a sigh on relief as the two of them catch Spencer's bait and come back to earth. Ryan still holds on to Brendon as they all laugh and joke. Spencer is pretty sure that it's impossible for those two to be in a room together and not touch. Even during interviews they sit close, thighs touching, not really saying much. Sometimes Brendon will reach over and grab Ryan, or rub his thigh or something like that. It's another factor that adds to the intensity that is Ryan and Brendon.
*
Brendon likes to kiss Ryan's collar bones. He loves when Ryan wears V-neck shirts because it shows them off and gives Brendon easier access. Ryan does not understand why. He thinks they stick out way too much, but Brendon says they are beautiful as he presses soft kisses against them, and if Brendon thinks they are okay, Ryan figures he should just go along with it because it makes Brendon happy.
*
Sometimes at night, Spencer can hear Brendon singing to Ryan, he saw them once, but of course, in true Ryan and Brendon fashion, they did not see him. Brendon was laying out on the sofa in the lounge at the back of the bus. Ryan was curled into him, head on his chest. Brendon had an arm around Ryan's shoulders, stroking the bones that stuck out.
“Brendon sing me a song,” Ryan says
“Any thing in particular?”
“Anything you want,” Ryan says
Brendon thinks for a minute then begins so softly sing
“Let's sail away
Find our own country
We'll build a house and beds out of palm trees
Let's get away
Let's push our lives aside”
Ryan hums along and trails his fingers up and down Brendon's bare torso.
“Just keep a hold on me don't let go
If you float away, If you float away
Waiting too long for a ship to come
Don't you float away, Don't you float away”
Brendon trails off and smiles down at Ryan, who has fallen asleep. Brendon settles in and soon he is asleep as well.
*
Spencer may have seen that intimate moment, but Jon has seen the most intimate of all. He walked in on them having sex once. He walked into the lounge thinking Ryan and Brendon had retired to their bunk but he was wrong and stood riveted to his spot as he watched one of the most passionate exchanges he had ever seen in his life. He watched as the light from the moon bathed the two bodies of his band mates. He also watched Brendon roll his hips as they thrust hard and deep into Ryan, with his head buried in the crook of the boy's neck.
Ryan had his back arched and his legs around Brendon's waist rolling his hips up to meet every one of Brendon's thrusts. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, his lips parted. He watched as Ryan ran one hand down Brendon's back and brought it to rest on Brendon's ass, giving a gentle squeeze. He heard the groans, moans and sharp gasps that came from the two of them, and his eyes widened as he watched Ryan arch his back even more and come without his cock ever being touched. The two of them relaxed, and Brendon fell on top of Ryan. Jon heard Brendon whisper into Ryan's neck
“Don't you float away”
Ryan ran one of his hands through Brendon's now longer brown hair and let it trail over his shoulder and onto Brendon's back. Jon didn't know it, but Ryan was looking for wings. He then snuggled in closer to Brendon, pressing a kiss to the boy's jaw. When he was sure Brendon was asleep he leaned in close and said
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
Author: dorkle_07
Rating:R
Pairing:Ryan/Brendon
POV:3rd
Summary:A simple look at the intensity that is Ryan and Brendon
Disclaimer:Don't Own.
Author Notes:This was written for the we_are_cities
prompt on July 10 2007. I'm quite proud of it and I hope you all like it as well. =]
Ryan smiles down at Brendon as he sleeps. The boy's dark eyelashes rest lightly on his cheeks and his chest rises and falls gently. Ryan runs his fingers through Brendon's hair. It's getting longer now and Ryan loves it. It falls beautifully around the boy's face looks amazing when paired with that bright beautiful smile Brendon is so well known for. Ryan kisses one of Brendon's eyelids, then the other, and smiles again as the boy smacks his lips and grins a little in his sleep. Ryan settles in and rests his head on Brendon's bare chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of the younger boy's heart.
*
Ryan is the first to wake up the next morning and of course he does his favorite thing in the world. He watches Brendon sleep. It's different than last night though...mainly because the sun is coming in through the crack in the drapes of their hotel room, casting a beam of light onto Brendon's face, lighting his features, making him look positively angelic and Ryan wonders where Brendon hides his wings and halo. Ryan pushes the hair away from Brendon's forehead gently, the gesture reminds him of times when his mother would do the same for him. At that moment, Brendon's eyes flutter open and he gives Ryan a soft smile. Ryan smiles back and leans down to place a sweet kiss on Brendon's lips.
“Hey,” Brendon says, his voice scratchy from sleep
“Hi,” Ryan says looking down at Brendon lovingly
Ryan really doesn't know what to say...the morning is too perfect to be wasted on frivolous conversation. Ryan settles for snuggling up to Brendon and putting his head on the boy's bare chest again. Brendon puts an arm around Ryan's back, hugging him close to his body. They hear the door open, but don't bother to move to see who it is. Ryan figures it's Jon or Spencer, seeing as they are all sharing some huge suite with two separate rooms and a nice little common room.
“Awww...how perfect,” Jon says.
Brendon just smiles and kisses the top of Ryan's head. Spencer comes in with a cart full of food and wheels it in between the two beds in the room. Ryan occupies himself by running his fingers up and down Brendon's bare sides.
“We figured we would annoy you and eat breakfast in here”
“Sounds good,” Brendon says.
Ryan is just enjoying everyone being together, he doesn't really feel the need to say anything right now. Brendon sits up and props one of the many pillows up against the headboard and Ryan settles in next to him, as close as he can get. Brendon grimaces as he grabs a piece of bacon, he may not like it, but Ryan loves it, so he doesn't mind all that much. He holds it up to Ryan and Ryan takes it between his spidery fingers and pulls the meat away from the fat. Brendon laughs at Ryan's little idiosyncrasy and Ryan ignores it and blissfully eats his bacon.
When he is done he plops the fat leftover on a little napkin. He then grabs a plate of eggs just the way he likes them: over medium with white toast, salt and shredded breakfast potatoes. He goes about his methodical process of cutting the eggs and adding salt, then mixing them around to make sure that the runny part of the yolk gets on every piece of egg. He then grabs a piece of toast, puts a piece of egg on the end and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed at the taste, and Brendon chuckles again, leaning over his boyfriend to grab his Belgian waffle with berries and powdered sugar. As they ate they all exchanged small talk and just enjoyed the quiet time that was so rare. Ryan giggled at the look on Brendon's face as he leaned over and stole a strawberry from the other boy's waffle.
Jon and Spencer like to see Ryan and Brendon like this, having fun, and not being so wrapped up in their own little world. Ryan and Brendon's world tends to get extremely intense. Jon and Spencer have watched countless times, as the two of them, even in a room full of people, get totally lost in each other. Lips ghosting over various body parts. Eyes locked. Or, their personal favorite, fingers laced with the two of them sitting there just looking at their entwined digits. Spencer looks up from his chocolate chip pancakes as he hears Brendon let out a slow smooth laugh at something Ryan either did or said. Jon can feel it, the two of them are going to slip into their bubble soon and they won't notice if Jon and Spencer catch on fire. Spencer notices too and quickly begins to salvage the situation with more small talk and possible ideas of what they could do on their day off.
Jon breathes a sigh on relief as the two of them catch Spencer's bait and come back to earth. Ryan still holds on to Brendon as they all laugh and joke. Spencer is pretty sure that it's impossible for those two to be in a room together and not touch. Even during interviews they sit close, thighs touching, not really saying much. Sometimes Brendon will reach over and grab Ryan, or rub his thigh or something like that. It's another factor that adds to the intensity that is Ryan and Brendon.
*
Brendon likes to kiss Ryan's collar bones. He loves when Ryan wears V-neck shirts because it shows them off and gives Brendon easier access. Ryan does not understand why. He thinks they stick out way too much, but Brendon says they are beautiful as he presses soft kisses against them, and if Brendon thinks they are okay, Ryan figures he should just go along with it because it makes Brendon happy.
*
Sometimes at night, Spencer can hear Brendon singing to Ryan, he saw them once, but of course, in true Ryan and Brendon fashion, they did not see him. Brendon was laying out on the sofa in the lounge at the back of the bus. Ryan was curled into him, head on his chest. Brendon had an arm around Ryan's shoulders, stroking the bones that stuck out.
“Brendon sing me a song,” Ryan says
“Any thing in particular?”
“Anything you want,” Ryan says
Brendon thinks for a minute then begins so softly sing
“Let's sail away
Find our own country
We'll build a house and beds out of palm trees
Let's get away
Let's push our lives aside”
Ryan hums along and trails his fingers up and down Brendon's bare torso.
“Just keep a hold on me don't let go
If you float away, If you float away
Waiting too long for a ship to come
Don't you float away, Don't you float away”
Brendon trails off and smiles down at Ryan, who has fallen asleep. Brendon settles in and soon he is asleep as well.
*
Spencer may have seen that intimate moment, but Jon has seen the most intimate of all. He walked in on them having sex once. He walked into the lounge thinking Ryan and Brendon had retired to their bunk but he was wrong and stood riveted to his spot as he watched one of the most passionate exchanges he had ever seen in his life. He watched as the light from the moon bathed the two bodies of his band mates. He also watched Brendon roll his hips as they thrust hard and deep into Ryan, with his head buried in the crook of the boy's neck.
Ryan had his back arched and his legs around Brendon's waist rolling his hips up to meet every one of Brendon's thrusts. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, his lips parted. He watched as Ryan ran one hand down Brendon's back and brought it to rest on Brendon's ass, giving a gentle squeeze. He heard the groans, moans and sharp gasps that came from the two of them, and his eyes widened as he watched Ryan arch his back even more and come without his cock ever being touched. The two of them relaxed, and Brendon fell on top of Ryan. Jon heard Brendon whisper into Ryan's neck
“Don't you float away”
Ryan ran one of his hands through Brendon's now longer brown hair and let it trail over his shoulder and onto Brendon's back. Jon didn't know it, but Ryan was looking for wings. He then snuggled in closer to Brendon, pressing a kiss to the boy's jaw. When he was sure Brendon was asleep he leaned in close and said
“I wouldn't dream of it.”