The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 21 (Final Chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon (Gabilliam, tiny tinyy bit of Joncer)
POV: 1st, Brendon's
Summary: Ryan is Brendon's best friend, they grew up together. But Ryan is different. An accident when he was a child left him deaf. Brendon has always taken care of Ryan, but now he's starting to care for Ryan in a different way...
Disclaimer: Fiction, I own nothing. It's not real.
Author’s Note: At the end.
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Chapter 21.
“So I think we should all do something together for Christmas,” Gabe says at lunch.
“Like what?” Spencer asks around a mouthful of- I actually don’t know what the fuck he’s eating.
“We should all go to Brendon and Ryan’s place on Christmas Eve and watch cheesy Christmas movies and give each other presents,” Jon offers with that easy smile of his.
“Anyone have plans for Christmas Eve?” I ask. There are mutters of ‘nope’ and the shaking of heads, so we all agree on Jon’s idea.
“I’m so glad we’re out of school after today,” Ryan sighs. He rubs a hand over his forehead and sighs again.
“You okay?” I ask, rubbing his back.
“I kind of feel awful,” he mumbles.
“You’re probably getting sick,” William says sympathetically.
“That would explain the throbbing headaches and sore throat,” Ryan agrees.
“You sure that’s why you have a sore throat?” Spencer giggles, his fingers laced with Jon’s atop the table. Ryan glares at him.
“Fuck off,” he mutters, and now that I’m paying attention, I can see the red tint to his nose and the extra paleness of his face. I frown.
“Baby, you probably shouldn’t be out here in the cold. Come on, let’s go inside,” I suggest, tugging his arm.
“No, you finish your food, I’ll go on to class, chat with Genevieve for a while,” he insists, getting up and giving me a half smile. I decide not to argue with him on it and tug him down by his scarf to press my lips to his gently, running my thumb over his jaw. He’s smiling when he pulls back, giving me one last lingering look before he heads off into the building. I sigh wistfully, not able to wipe the stupid grin from my face as I turn around to face a smirking Spencer and a smiling William. Jon is too busy with his own stupid grin, looking at his and Spencer’s hands, and Gabe is far too involved with his food to pay attention to anything.
“You two are so disgustingly sweet,” Spencer shakes his head with a small smile. Jon has made him an absolute softy, I swear.
“Yeah, well,” I shrug, still grinning, relishing in the feeling of butterflies in my stomach just from that one little kiss.
“Brendon, I’m getting you a new hoodie for Christmas because you wear that red one entirely too often,” William informs me.
“Way to ruin the surprise,” I pout. “Fine, then I’m getting you a new hair dryer, since Gabe broke yours.”
“Fine with me, it sucks having to run around with my hair like this. It gets frizzy when I let it air-dry,” William shudders.
“It was an accident,” Gabe defends, looking at William innocently. Will rolls his eyes fondly and presses a chaste kiss to Gabe’s slightly pouting lips, causing him to smile.
“God, what is it with all you saps?” Spencer whines. I give a pointed look at his and Jon’s hands, and Spencer shifts his eyes guiltily. “Well at least we don’t go around making out everywhere,” he snaps, his cheeks going red.
“Wanna go make out in the hallway in front of everyone?” Gabe asks William casually. William purses his lips, squinting his eyes in thought, before shrugging and nodding.
“See you guys later,” he waves, standing up and tugging Gabe along with him into the building.
“Oh, Spence, I’ve gotta go too. I have a test next period and I need to get in there early so I can study,” Jon says apologetically, standing up and bending down to peck Spencer’s lips before hurrying away. Spencer blinks, his cheeks going a deeper shade of red.
“Not a word,” he glares at me when I open my mouth. I settle for a smug smirk, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh! I didn’t tell you. I found the most perfect present for Ryan,” I gush to Spencer, since it’s just the two of us now.
“What?”
“Remember that puppy he was freaking out over the other day at the pet shop?” I ask excitedly. Spencer chews his lip for a minute before nodding, his eyes curious. “Well I got the number and called them and told them I wanted the puppy, so they put it on hold for me. I had Mom go pay for it today, and all I’ve gotta do is pick it up. But I sort of need somewhere to keep if before Christmas, because I have to get it tomorrow,” I ramble. Spencer’s face goes from surprised to delighted to melted into a pile of mush.
“You are so in love with that boy,” he shakes his head slowly. I smile, a small, shy one.
“You don’t think it’s a stupid present?” I ask timidly.
“You’re kidding, right? He’s going to love it,” Spencer says, sounding completely sure.
“I’m really excited to see his reaction,” I grin. Just then, the bell rings and Spencer and I scramble up, grab our things and start walking toward Genevieve’s room. “What are you getting Jon?” I ask Spencer as we walk.
“Well, he’s always saying how Let It Be is the only Beatles album he doesn’t have, so I think I’ll get him that,” Spencer shrugs. I nod along, smiling as the classroom comes into view, and I can see Ryan chattering to William. We walk in and take our seats, and Ryan immediately scoots his chair up against mine and cuddles into my side. That’s one reason why I love this class; Genevieve doesn’t mind our PDA, while other teachers aren’t so lenient.
“Mm, I’m all stuffy and my head hurts,” Ryan mumbles miserably into my side. I tighten my arm around him and put the back of my hand on his forehead.
“You’re a little warm, but I don’t think you have a fever,” I say, chewing on my lip worriedly. I hope he’s not sick for Christmas. That would really suck. Genevieve announces that since it’s our last day before Christmas break that we don’t have any assignments, so William and Spencer hop up onto the table to face us, like they always do when our assignments are done.
“Hey,” I mumble to Ryan. He cracks his eyes open and I grin at him. “I’ll make you feel better when we get home,” I sign. Ryan grins despite himself, and he laughs softly.
“Honestly, I kind of just want to curl up in bed and cuddle,” he signs back, looking up at me with those soft eyes.
“Sounds like a plan. We’ll put a movie on, turn all the lights off,” I smile, already looking forward to the relaxing night. Ryan smiles back, nodding, before burying his face in my hoodie, seemingly trying to fall asleep.
“So, you all moved in at Gabe’s place now?” Spencer asks William.
“Yeah. I got the rest of my stuff yesterday,” William replies, his voice laced with sadness.
“I’m really sorry,” I offer weakly. William smiles and shrugs.
“My mom is really mad at my dad. She said if she were at home she wouldn’t have let him kick me out, but I told her it was for the best anyway. Dad and I weren’t getting along.” He stops talking, and it appears that that’s all he has to say on the matter.
“Random question, does Gabe’s apartment allow pets?” Spencer blurts out. My eyes widen and I aim them accusingly at Spencer. He makes a face back at me.
“Uh, yeah. Gabe has a snake. Why?” William asks curiously.
Spencer looks down at Ryan, who has his eyes closed and isn’t even remotely paying attention, before leaning over to whisper something in William’s ear. William’s face slowly goes from confused to grinning.
“Of course it can stay at our place until then,” William tells me. I glance at Ryan, and he still isn’t paying attention, so I look back at William and smile, mouthing a ‘thanks.’
There’s also something else I’ve been thinking about lately. Before that party, I had really wanted to give myself to Ryan completely, in the only way I had left, but then after what happened I got scared. I’ve been thinking that maybe I could try again, though. Because I want to let him know that I trust him in every way. I just hope I can go through with it.
***
“I can’t do it tomorrow,” William stresses, keeping his voice quiet. “Gabe and I have to go Christmas shopping.”
“Shit,” I whisper back. “But I have to pick her by tomorrow and I can’t bring her back to my place.”
“Well let’s just go get her today then,” William mumbles.
“Brendon, come on!” Ryan calls to me from where he’s waiting by the school gate. I’m trying to work out how to get the puppy to William and Gabe’s place without Ryan finding out.
“Okay, look. Tell Ryan that you’re going with me to buy his Christmas present and he can’t come with us. That’s not even a lie,” William persuades.
“Yeah, okay. Just- pick me up at four?” I ask. William nods hurriedly before giving me a half-hug and running off to his car where Gabe is posing rather seductively against it.
“Sorry!” I say, running up to Ryan and accepting his outstretched hand. He smiles tiredly at me and starts walking.
“What were you guys talking about?” he asks. He’s going for nonchalance but I know he’s curious.
“Well, I’m gonna have to take a rain check on that cuddling because I’ve gotta go somewhere with William when we get home,” I say apologetically.
“Why?” Ryan frowns.
“We’re, uh…going shopping for your Christmas present,” I tell him reluctantly. He might be too tired to care right now, but later he will be begging me to tell him what I got him.
“Well, can’t it wait?” Ryan pouts. “I’m sick,” he adds, blinking his eyes at me. I sigh and ignore the ridiculous urge to give in.
“No, it has to be today. I won’t be gone for long, I promise,” I smile. He grumbles a little and pouts harder but doesn’t argue anymore. I bump my hips with his and he rolls his eyes, his lips twitching up just the tiniest bit.
“I can’t believe you’re gonna leave me there all alone, all sick and dying,” he says dramatically.
I scoff. “Yeah, you look like you’re dying,” I roll my eyes.
“I could. And then you’d be gone while it happened and you’d regret leaving me,” he nods gravely.
“Stop it,” I smack the back of his head. He winces and scowls at me. “I don’t want to think about you dying. Now come on, it’s cold and you’re already sick,” I say, rushing him along the sidewalk.
“What time are you leaving?” he asks, hurrying along with me.
“Four,” I answer. I can see the pout forming on his face, so I hurriedly add, “I promise I won’t be gone longer than an hour.” He sighs resignedly.
“Fine, but when you get back you’re mine,” he says softly, pulling me closer to him.
“All night,” I agree.
We walk the rest of the way home in comfortable silence, swinging our joined hands and me humming occasionally. I really love Christmas. It always puts me in such a good mood. By the time we get home it’s half past three.
“You know what? Since you’re going with William to buy my present, maybe now would be a good time for me to call Spencer and go with him to buy you a present,” he muses.
“No,” I shake my head. “You’re sick. You don’t need to be out.”
“But if I don’t do it now, before all the crazy last-minute Christmas shoppers, it will be insane trying to shop anywhere,” he reasons.
“I guess,” I say reluctantly. “Just, wear a coat and scarves and gloves. And a hat! Make sure you’re warm enough because-”
“Bren,” Ryan laughs. He’s giving me that look. My look. It’s a mix of adoration and, just-I don’t know, happiness, plain and simple. I love when he looks at me like that. “I’ll be fine, baby,” he says gently. He smiles wider, showing his teeth, and then he kisses me once. “I’m going to call Spencer.”
I smile to myself before heading upstairs to put a jacket on over my hoodie, because it’s getting colder outside. The other day I wrapped Christmas lights around the banister of the staircase, along with every other surface available in the house, so everything looks all Christmas-y. Before I do anything, I grab my phone and type out a message to Spencer.
If u say anything to ryan about his present ill kill u
I don’t think Ryan has any idea about the puppy. It’s a good thing I paid attention at that pet shop, because otherwise I wouldn’t have any clue what to get him. I go to grab a jacket from my closet, but I notice I kinda smell bad, and I think the t-shirt I grabbed this morning may have been dirty. I take my hoodie off, and it smells fine, and then I take my shirt off and-yeah, that’s definitely dirty. I’m hunting for another shirt and then Ryan calls my name from downstairs. “Come here!” he yells. I grab a shirt, my hoodie, and a jacket, and then I hurry down the stairs.
“Yeah?” I ask, walking into the living room. He looks up from his phone and narrows his eyes at my bare chest.
“Tease,” he huffs. I crack a smile.
“I was in the middle of changing, thank you.”
“Whatever. I called Spence, and he’s coming to pick me up,” he says, nonchalantly sweeping his gaze over me.
“We’ve been together for almost four months, and you’re still checking me out?” I tease with a smirk firm on my face. Ryan flushes a little from being caught, but shrugs.
“You’re hot,” he says matter-of-factly. I laugh and start pulling my shirt on. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I open it, there’s a message from Spencer.
shut the fuck up i wont say anything
I roll my eyes to myself and return my phone to my pocket before pulling the rest of my clothes on.
“William’s here,” Ryan says from where he’s looking out the window.
“Okay. See you later,” I say, standing on my toes to kiss him.
“I love you,” he says through a stuffy nose, kissing me again.
“Love you, too,” I reply, and then I head out the door.
***
“Okay, see that one there, the little one with all the spots?” I ask William, pointing to a big display with two beagle puppies running around in it.
“Yeah,” he nods.
“That’s her.”
“Awh, she’s so cute!” he smiles. “Ryan is gonna freak.”
“And the owner of this place even said that he already potty-trained her,” I add.
“I wonder what Ryan’s getting you,” William muses. I shrug. I have no idea. I don’t really care, though. He’s going to be so happy when he sees what I got him.
***
*Ryan’s POV*
“So, you don’t have any idea what you want to get him?” Spencer asks. We’re walking along the sidewalk, stopping at a shop every now and then, but I can’t find anything. It has to be perfect.
“No,” I sigh, coughing a little because of my scratchy throat. “I just-nothing I’ve found is right. It has to fit with him, you know?”
“I’m glad I don’t have this problem,” Spencer says with relief. “I bought Jon’s present before I picked you up.”
I scoff. “Yeah, but Jon is the easiest person to shop for ever, I imagine. Just buy him a pair of flip-flops and he’s happy.” Spencer laughs and playfully swats my shoulder.
“Oh my God, I know what you can get Brendon,” Spencer says suddenly, his face lighting up. I raise my eyebrows and he beams, pointing to the shop in front of us. My gaze runs up the old-looking building, the cracked paint, the gold borders, all the way up to the sign. I frown.
“What the hell am I gonna get him here?” I ask Spencer. My voice sounds all stuffy. He just smiles wider and leads me inside.
***
*Brendon’s POV*
By the time I get back home, I’m ready to just curl up in bed and sleep for a few hours. Or days. I see that Spencer’s car is in the driveway, which is good because I actually need to talk to him. William has the puppy, and she’s actually quite well-behaved.
I walk in, shivering a little. The temperature dropped quite a bit in the last couple of hours. It smells really good in the house, and I see that it’s because a bunch of candles have been lit. Spencer and Ryan are sitting on the couch watching some Christmas movie.
“Hey,” I greet, sitting down next to Ryan.
“Oh, hey,” he smiles brightly, leaning over to kiss me.
“Well, you seem to be in a better mood,” I laugh lightly.
“That’s because he found you the perfect present,” Spencer answers, not looking away from the TV, but there’s a smile in his voice.
“Oh, really?” I ask playfully. Ryan nods, grinning proudly.
“Well, I should get going,” Spencer announces, standing up.
“Oh, wait. I need to talk to you,” I say quickly, also standing up. “I’ll be right back,” I say to Ryan. He watches us go curiously.
“What’s up?” Spencer asks once we’re outside.
“So, um,” I scratch my neck nervously. “Do you remember before that party, um, what I told you I wanted to do…for Ryan?” I hint. Spencer looks confused. “With Ryan…?” I try.
“Oh,” Spencer says. Realization dawns across his face. “Oh!” he says again. “Oh. Yeah.”
“Well, you know after what happened, I didn’t want to anymore, ‘cause, well...” I trail off.
“Yeah,” Spencer dismisses it quietly.
“Right. Well, I think I want to try. Again.”
“Really?” he asks, surprised. “I mean, just. You think you’re ready?”
“Yeah,” I nod decisively. “The only thing is, I want it to be special. I just don’t know when to do it, you know?”
Spencer nods, thinking. “Well, Christmas. That would be special,” he offers.
“Yeah, but Christmas night would be a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think? After all the excitement has worn off.”
“True,” he mumbles, deep in thought. “Well, just do it on Christmas Eve, then,” he shrugs.
“I was thinking about that, but we all have plans on Christmas Eve,” I remind him. He laughs and waves it off.
“Dude, we can change our plans. This is more important,” he says simply, and well, that kind of surprises me. It strikes me suddenly how much of an amazing friend Spencer is. He cancelled everything without a second thought, just like that, for me.
“When will we hang out then?” I ask, not really wanting to ruin anything.
“Well, why don’t we all just come over on Christmas, after everyone has spent time with family?” he suggests. I nod slowly.
“Yeah, I guess that could work. Okay. Thanks,” I smile.
“Good luck,” he smiles back, hugging me. “Let me know how it goes?” he asks when he pulls back.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I’ll call you immediately after and let you know how my sex went,” I joke. Spencer laughs, too.
“I’ll see you later,” he shakes his head fondly, heading to his car.
When I go back inside, Ryan is stretched out on the couch with a blanket around him.
“What were you guys talking about?” he asks groggily. I smile slyly and sit down.
“Nothing.”
***
The days before Christmas Eve actually pass pretty quickly. Usually Christmas takes forever to get here, and the days stretch on and on, but not this year. Before I know what’s happening, I’m waking up smelling cookies and hearing my mom sing, and Ryan has his arm slung around me, and it’s Christmas Eve. Ryan stirs, blinking his eyes open at me, looking all sleepy and adorable.
“Mm, morning,” Ryan smiles at me.
“Good morning,” I reply, rolling over on top of him and pressing our lips together. I bring my hands to his ribs and squeeze, causing him to erupt into giggles, gasping for air.
“Stop!” he cries, laughing.
“I should wake you up like this every morning,” I laugh with him.
“No, you really, really shouldn’t-Bren!” he giggles, trying to push me off of him.
“Okay, okay,” I give in, releasing him.
“You know I hate that,” he chides, but he’s got a lazy smile lingering on his face.
“You know I don’t care,” I shrug. He scoffs indignantly and pushes me. I giggle a little.
“C’mon, I’m hungry,” I say, getting up and pulling him with me. He reluctantly climbs out of bed, following and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me.
“I can’t wait to give you your present tomorrow,” he murmurs into my ear.
“Neither can I,” I agree. “You’re going to love it.”
“I bet,” he smiles, kissing my shoulder. I sigh, content, happy; so at ease with everything in my life right now. I’m better. I’m okay now.
When we get downstairs, there are pancakes, and they’re shaped like elephants because my mom thinks we’re five.
“Hey, guys!” she greets us cheerily.
“Hey,” we mumble in unison. I sit across from Ryan, watching him eat his breakfast, and again, I have that thought. I wanna do this forever.
-
Before I know it, it’s eight o’clock at night, and I am absolutely freaking out. I want to go through with it, I really do. But what if it hurts? Well, I know it’ll hurt, but what if it hurts like it did…last time. What if I have to make him stop? Or what if I’m just no good at it?
“Where are the guys at?” Ryan stresses. “It’s eight, what time were they supposed to be here?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” I say awkwardly. “They’re coming tomorrow instead.”
“Why?” Ryan asks, his face incomprehensive.
“Well, uh. Um. I’m tired, let’s go to bed,” I rush out.
“It’s eight,” Ryan says slowly, looking at me weirdly.
“Ryan,” I look him in the eyes. “Let’s go to bed,” I annunciate carefully, raising my eyebrows. His eyes widen.
“Oh,” he smirks. “I get it.” He grabs my hand and leads me upstairs, humming under his breath.
“You could’ve just asked,” he says playfully when we get in our room, shutting the door behind us.
“Well, um. There is something I kinda have to ask you…” I start awkwardly.
“What?” he frowns. “Wait, was ‘let’s go to bed’ not code for sex?” he asks pathetically, a small pout to his lips. I smile a bit.
“No, it was. I just. Well, I want to-I want you to, um,” I struggle over my words.
“What is it?” he asks. “Just tell me.”
“I wanna try,” I ask quietly. Ryan just stares at me for a minute, not getting it. I sigh. “I think I’m ready,” I say even quieter. And then, then Ryan’s eyes get huge.
“Wh-are you, I mean,” he stutters. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I want to,” I assure him.
“Bren. You have to be absolutely sure,” he says, sounding overwhelmed. “I mean, I don’t know-”
“I’m sure, Ryan,” I cut him off. He swallows.
“Um. I don’t. I don’t know how to…” he trails off. I shake my head.
“It’ll be fine, okay?” I sit on the bed, waiting for him, and he’s staring at me like he just doesn’t know what’s going on. He might actually look a bit scared. I definitely am, although I won’t let him know that. I want this.
He crawls on the bed, looking like a nervous wreck. Before he can say anything, I kiss him. He automatically kisses back, his nervousness melting away for the moment, and mine, too. This is familiar, but it still makes my knees weak. That’s just what he does to me.
We slowly make our way to lying down on the bed, with Ryan hovering over me, our lips still attached. His hand slides underneath my shirt, smoothing up my stomach. It leaves my skin tingling. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, tangling with mine. I start to pull Ryan’s shirt up, and he pulls his lips from mine for a split second to yank it over his head before hurriedly attaching them again. He tastes sweet, and I can taste the chocolate lingering in his mouth from the cookies he ate earlier.
We repeat the same process for my shirt, and then when it’s time for pants, Ryan stops.
“Don’t ask me if I’m sure again,” I say breathlessly, starting to undo his pants. He looks as if he’s about to argue, but he doesn’t. It takes a lot of struggling and pulling, but eventually we both get our pants off.
“I just,” Ryan starts. “You have to tell me if I hurt you. I’ll stop, okay?” he begs.
“Okay,” I agree.
“I guess I’ll just...do what you do to me,” he says, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. “Um, do you want me to use a…?” he trails off, holding up a condom. We haven’t been using them lately.
“Um…do you mind?” I ask timidly. He looks surprised, so I hurry to explain. “I mean, not that I think we need to, it’s just, that when-when he,” I stop, biting my lip and looking away. “He, um, didn’t and-”
“Hey, no, it’s okay. I understand. Baby, look at me,” he murmurs, taking my face in his hands. “Don’t think about that. This is me. I wouldn’t ever hurt you.”
“I know.”
He crawls back over me, pressing kisses on every inch of skin he encounters. Our boxers come off, and then I really get scared. “Just. You have to relax, okay? It’ll hurt more if you don’t,” he mumbles, getting situated. I nod, my breathing coming out shaky.
The first finger isn’t so bad. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel good, either. It’s just there. The second one, however, stings a bit. Ryan is gentle, soft. He looks worried over whether or not he’s doing it right. Or maybe worried that he’s hurting me. Once I get used to the feeling, it’s almost kind of nice. The third one hurts a little more, but still not as bad as I thought. I guess my expectations of how bad it would hurt were so high that even the little pain I’m feeling is barely anything. I still wonder why Ryan likes it so much. It feels okay, yeah, but it’s nothing special. Ryan looks frustrated, like he can’t get it right.
“You okay?” he asks, looking up at me.
“Yeah, yeah I’m-oh,” I break off when Ryan hits something, some spot, and it feels good. Really good. Actually that’s an understatement, it feels better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and now I understand why Ryan likes this so much. I can’t really classify the sound I make as a moan; more like choking and spluttering and trying to get out something somewhat coherent. I open my eyes-when did I even close them?-and look at Ryan, who’s grinning.
“That’s-that’s. Yeah,” I breathe, nodding. Ryan lets out a breathy laugh.
“Good?” he asks smugly, very well knowing that it was good.
“Yeah, I-I think I’m ready now,” I rush out. Some nervousness makes its way back into his expression. He bites his lip.
“Okay,” he agrees, sitting up. “How do you want…?”
“Just, um, like we usually do,” I answer. Ryan takes a shaky breath and opens the condom. His fingers are shaking when he puts it on and they’re still shaking when he reaches for the lube. “Ryan, it’s okay,” I say softly. “Calm down.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, or scare you,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I want to do this, okay? I trust you,” I reply honestly. He still looks hesitant, but he continues with what he was doing. He leans down slowly, biting his lip again, but this time not out of nervousness. He’s got that seductive glint to his eyes now, and he’s smiling slightly. I’m nervous just from how close we are. I don’t think that will ever really go away, the way he makes me feel. His breath ghosts over my lips and I can feel tingles all the way down to my toes.
I feel the tip of his cock pressing against me, and my breath hitches in my throat. He kisses me, slow and languid, and then he pushes forward just a little. I flinch a bit, but it’s not bad so far. He keeps kissing me while he pushes in farther, and the farther he gets, the more it hurts. I can feel the stretch. This is a lot more than his fingers. It really hurts by the time he’s all the way in, but even so it’s not as bad as I had imagined. He breaks our kiss to look me over.
“Okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I mumble. “Um, it hurts.” Ryan looks apologetic, bringing a hand to my face and peppering me with kisses. He pulls out, not quite all the way, and pushes back in slowly. It still hurts and little shocks of pain shoot up my spine, but Ryan is sucking on my bottom lip and I know he’s trying so hard not to moan because this is new to him, too, and that’s actually really hot. So instead of focusing on the pain, I focus on how close I feel to him right now; on how intimate this is.
“Ryan,” I mumble, and he blinks his eyes open at me. “Moan, baby. I wanna hear you,” I murmur against his lips. Almost immediately at my words he makes a strangled noise, and his grip on my hip tightens. He thrusts in again at a different angle and moans, loud and unhinged. And well, that’s a lot better, and hearing him make those sounds is definitely helping. I start pushing back against him, and oh, that’s better as well. This is actually starting to be enjoyable.
“God, you feel good,” Ryan moans breathlessly. He pushes in again, this time hitting that spot dead on, causing me to nearly scream. If his fingers felt good there, holy shit, this feels so much better. “Jesus Christ,” Ryan pants, smiling a little. “I guess I did something right.” I’m suddenly thankful that my mom took that last minute shift at the hospital tonight.
“Oh my fucking God,” I breathe, pushing back against him, trying to get as much of that feeling as I possibly can. Every thrust hits that spot, over and over, and it feels so good I kind of want to cry, but that would be really embarrassing. He starts going faster, and he brings a hand to my cock. I’m guessing he isn’t going to last much longer. The combined feeling of him pounding into me and his hand stroking up my cock brings me over the edge before I even know what’s happening. I come hard, and it’s intense. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t even know what I’m saying, just mumbling curses and Ryan’s name.
Ryan thrusts in one more time, and then his hips stutter, his breath hitches, and he cries out. I yank his head down and smash our lips together, and his moans spill into my mouth. We kiss and kiss, long after the aftershocks of the orgasms wear off. By the time we break apart, my lips are sore.
“That was like, the most amazing sex we’ve ever had,” I pant. Ryan grins against my lips and moves his head down to bite at my collarbone.
“It was pretty amazing,” he agrees. He looks up then, suddenly serious. “So, it was okay? You, um, you’re okay?” he worries.
“I’m incredibly okay,” I smile contentedly up at him.
“Good.”
***
“Brendon!” I hear. I groan sleepily and bury my head into my pillow. “Brendonn!” comes the increasingly annoying voice. I groan louder and turn to face Ryan.
“What?” I say loudly, but it comes out sounding like, ‘wat.’
“Merry Christmas!” he yells into my ear. I jump so far that I end up falling off the bed in a tangle of sheets with a muffled ‘oomph’ as I hit the floor.
“Jesus Christ!” I yell, my heart racing from being scared to death.
“Indeed, it is his birthday,” Ryan nods, looking down at me from the bed. I laugh, grab his arm, and pull him down with me. He lands on top of me in a giggling mess before sloppily connecting our lips, biting down before pulling back. “Change of plans; William called and said that he and Gabe are coming over now. Spencer and Jon are coming later.” He kisses me once more before getting up.
“C’mon, c’mon!” he yells, darting out the door. I laugh to myself before standing up and heading downstairs.
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William and Gabe are sitting on the couch, Spencer and Jon have made themselves comfortable in the giant recliner, and Ryan and I are cuddling in a pile of blankets by the fireplace. We haven’t exchanged gifts yet, me and Ryan. Every else has, but we wanted to wait until tonight. We’ve decided that from now on, Christmas morning is for family and friends, and Christmas night is for us. I snuck the puppy into my mom’s bathroom while Ryan was busy. Thank God she’s a quiet puppy. My mom is in the kitchen cleaning up.
“I say Brendon and Ryan do presents now, because I want to see this,” Spencer grins. He’s the only one who knows what both of us got each other.
“Yeah, let’s see it,” Jon agrees, playing with Spence’s hair.
“Me first!” I yell, getting up. “Be right back. William, if you’d like to accompany me,” I grin. Ryan looks confused. We head upstairs and go into the bathroom. The puppy hasn’t made a mess. She’s going to make an awesome pet. I gently pick her up, cooing at her a little. She licks my nose and I giggle. “Did I mention I love this dog?” I say to William.
“Like thirty times,” he drawls, but he’s smiling. “Come on.” We make our way back downstairs with William carefully walking in front of me, blocking me from view. We get back into the living room, and Spencer is grinning from ear to ear, looking excited.
“Okay, Ryan, close your eyes,” I order.
“Mkay,” he mumbles.
“Are his eyes closed?” I ask William, who nods. I walk around William to sit back down next to Ryan with the puppy in my lap. Spencer looks like he’s about to squeal. “Okay, open your eyes,” I say quietly. He cracks them open, and then they widen when he focuses on the little ball of Beagle in my lap.
“Oh my God, you didn’t,” he grins. “Is that-that’s the same one from the-oh my God!” he squawks, covering his mouth. I hold the puppy out to him and he swiftly grabs her from me. She immediately snuggles into him. “Brendon! I can’t believe you did this. I mean,” he stops, shaking his head incredulously. He leans over and kisses me fiercely. “You are so amazing, you know that? Thank you so much,” he smiles.
“You’re welcome,” I laugh, watching him make heart eyes at the puppy. “What are you going to name her?”
“I don’t know,” he shakes his head. He bites his lip for a minute. “I think I’ll name her Hobo,” he grins.
“Hobo,” I deadpan.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, his cheeks flushed. “She just looks like a hobo. Look at her,” he says, thrusting the puppy-Hobo at my face. I laugh and scratch at her ear.
“Hobo it is, then,” I agree.
“Oh my God, Ryan, give him his present before I die of excitement,” Spencer bursts all of a sudden. I look around at the two couples cuddled together around my living room, and I’m just so happy. This is perfect, doing this with our best friends here. Ryan looks at me shyly and hands Hobo to Spencer, who happily accepts the sleepy puppy.
“Okay, so. When we were shopping I had no idea what to get you, but then we found this one shop. Or actually, Spence did, but the point is-okay. You love me, right?”
“Of course,” I say at once, not really knowing where he’s going with this.
“And you know I love you. And we’re happy together. Every time I think about my future, I can’t picture it without you. I need you. I want us to go to college together, get an apartment together, and you know, one day maybe get married. I just want to be with you, always,” he says softly. I’m listening intently, my stomach tingling with anticipation a little more with every word. “So,” he takes a deep breath. He’s probably nervous saying all this in front of our friends. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little box. My eyes widen. They widen even more when he pulls a silver ring out of the box.
“It’s a promise ring,” he says, and he looks incredibly shy. “Not quite an engagement ring, but you get the idea,” he laughs softly. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you so much, and this is me promising myself to you.” He says the last part quietly with a tiny smile gracing his lips. He pulls a second identical ring out of the box. “One for me, too. This is kind of like, us being bound to each other in a way?” he laughs again. “Oh, and my name is engraved in yours, and yours is in mine. You probably think this is so st-” I interrupt him by attacking his mouth. I’m speechless. I don’t even have words right now and I am so, so gone for this boy.
“I love you,” I mumble against his mouth, kissing him over and over again. I don’t even care that there are four other people watching us. “This is the best thing you could have ever given me,” I say between kisses. He smiles and pulls back, putting the ring on my finger, and then putting his own on. I can’t wipe the huge grin off my face. It’s stuck there. Permanently. Forever and ever, amen.
“I feel like they just got married,” Spencer says, and his voice sounds suspiciously choked up.
“I feel so stupid now, getting you a dog,” I roll my eyes.
“Are you kidding?” Ryan says incredulously. “I love her. Seriously, Bren,” he smiles, and Spencer hands Hobo back to him.
“Awh, they’re a little family,” Gabe coos, and we all laugh.
“Christmas movies?” Jon asks hopefully.
“Definitely,” Ryan nods. We all make ourselves comfortable again, and I can’t stop staring at the ring, grinning like an idiot.
“I love you, baby,” Ryan murmurs, pressing his soft lips to mine.
Ending up with Ryan is definitely the one thing I never expected to happen in my life. And after all this, everything we’ve been through, all of the horrible things that have happened and even the great ones. After all of the years that led us to where we are right now, I can still only think one thing. There’s still only one thought running through my head above all others.
I wanna do this forever.
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A/N: I just want to say thank you guys all so much for all the comments and encouragement you've given me the past few months that I've been writing this. There were times when I almost just wanted to give up on this story, but I finished it for you guys. So I really hope you guys liked it, and I hope it met all your expectations. -Erica. <3