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When Ryan wakes up, it takes a while for his head to stop spinning. Once it stops, his eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun. He groans knowing fully where he is. The door to his right opens and Brendon walks out, towel around his waist.
“Good morning,” Brendon greets.
Ryan scowls and turns to stand up.
“Fuck,” he says when the room spins again.
He makes it to the toilet before he pukes his guts out. When he’s finished, he see’s aspirin and water on the bedside and Brendon on his computer across the room. Ryan gulps the aspirin and water down. He climbs back into Brendon’s bed.
“I’ll be here when you wake up, make sure you won’t choke on your own vomit.”
“Oh how nice of you,” Ryan sarcastically replies.
When Ryan wakes up again it’s dark and the room doesn’t spin. The red numbers of the alarm clock glare at him. He glares back and turns the bedside lamp on. The lamp bathes the room in a warm glow and the moonlight shins in from the window across the room.
Brendon is sleeping peacefully next to him and Ryan’s heart aches. The moonlight shines directly, especially on him and makes him look like an angel. Ryan thinks he’s an angel in human form. He keeps that secret to himself.
They are a lot closer to each other than Ryan notices. If Ryan leans in a bit he can feel Brendon’s warm puffs of breath on his face. Brendon’s parted lips look all the more inviting. Ryan’s heart aches once again. He doesn’t know if Brendon is a light or heavy sleeper. He would be a coward and walk away from all of this but he doesn’t want to wake Brendon or accidently meet Jon in unpleasant circumstances.
He just stays and tries to fall back asleep but to no avail. His impulses take over and he presses his lips to Brendon’s. Ryan pulls away before Brendon has a chance to respond.
“Whoa!” Ryan exclaims as he almost falls off the bed. Brendon flutters his sleep heavy eyes open and laughs, voice hoarse and sleep tired.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Ryan tells him.
Brendon rolls his eyes and pulls Ryan closer where he was flailing to get situated on the bed again. Ryan’s breath hitches as Brendon’s arm encircles his waist.
“Now, no more freaking out or falling off the bed.”
Brendon kisses Ryan silent before he can get out a single syllable. Ryan melts into the kiss with Brendon’s arm still warm on his back.