Catching the Rain [7]
Title: Catching the Rain
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: “Whatever. Take it all back, get my money returned.”
Author's Notes: Somehow, my dark side got the best of me, and in the future chapters, it’s not going to be all fluffy and cute like it has been. You’ve been warned :D
Previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6
CATCHING THE RAIN
THURSDAY 6:35 P.M.
Ryan’s briefcase dropped to the floor as he opened the door to his house, eyes wide and jaw dropping. All the way down the hall and towards his room was red and green lights strung along the wall. He moved forward slightly, peeking into the living room. Even more lights were around the room, and in the corner was a decorated Christmas tree, topped off with a cliché gold star.
He slowly started taking off his coat, mouth still open as he looked around, blinking his eyes. On the coffee table was a cloth that looked like snow, and a little lighted village was set up on top of it. There were also snowmen figures placed on various surfaces, and a wreath was hung up on the wall.
“Oh, good, you’re home!”
Ryan turned, to see Brendon moving towards him from the kitchen with a Santa Clause hat on top of his head.
“Do you like the decorations?” He asked, grinning at Ryan happily and then looking around to admire his work.
“W-where’d you get all of this?” Ryan managed to ask, staring down at Brendon.
Brendon laughed. “Oh, in a drawer in the kitchen there were credit cards with the pin numbers on a piece a paper. I decided you needed to decorate for the holidays!”
“You mean, y-you used my money for all of this?” Ryan watched Brendon nod, and he sighed, shaking his head. “Return it all. I don’t want any of it.”
Brendon pouted, moving to cling to Ryan. “But, Ryan Ross-“
“How do you know my last name?” Ryan asked, cutting Brendon off.
“It was on the credit cards, silly!”
He sighed, a frown pulling at his lips. “Whatever. Take it all back, get my money returned.”
“Ryannnnnnnnnnn, it’s Christmas! Be happy!” Brendon told him, nodding his head.
“I don’t care. I just want to get some work done, eat, and go to bed.”
Brendon nodded and was all ready scurrying towards the kitchen. “That’s okay. You can work while I finish cooking you dinner. I went grocery shopping for you too. Do you know you have almost nothing in this house?”
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7:18 P.M.
“So, how did you like it?” Brendon asked Ryan as he pushed away his plate.
Ryan shrugged, brushing hair away from his face. It was kind of nice that Brendon had made dinner for him, and a real one, for that matter, but it just was throwing his routine off. Of course, spaghetti with homemade bread was really nice, and filled him right up, but still. His routine.
“It was fine,” Ryan mumbled, and that seemed to satisfy Brendon, as he grabbed the empty plates and carried them off to the sink.
“Good. Now, you go finish doing all your work, and then we’ll go to sleep, okay? I’ll clean up,” Brendon said to Ryan, turning around to face him as he started to scrub a pot clean.
“What?”
“Go do whatever you need to do, and then we can go to sleep.”
Ryan blinked his eyes, shaking his head. “Wait. We?”
“Yes, we. Hurry along now.”
He sighed, continuing to shake his head as he left the kitchen, grabbing his briefcase. Ryan sat himself down on the couch - after pushing away an absurd amount of pillows that had snowmen and reindeer and Santa Clauses on them - and opened it. From underneath the couch he pulled his laptop, starting it up so he could get to work.
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9:09 P.M.
Ryan stood up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. As if on cue, Brendon bounced happily into the room, now changed into a pair of Ryan’s boxers and one of his work shirts.
“Let’s go to sleep!” Brendon said happily, grabbing Ryan by the arm and tugging him down the lighted hall and into his bedroom. Ryan was shocked to see that even his room had been decorated. Multi-colored lights hung on the wall, and red garland with green pieces here and there decorated his headboard. On the back of the door was a giant cloth Santa, with 24 numbered pockets and a snowman sitting in the number 9 pouch.
“Do you like it?”
Ryan shook his head, but it still didn’t bother Brendon’s happy mood. In fact, the boy just slid right onto the bed, which now had a silk red and green comforter, with matching sheets. He shook his head and moved into the bathroom, which - surprise! - was also decorated, though not as much. The black towels had just been exchanged for white ones with reindeer on them. There were also candles in the shape of Santa Clause placed here and there, and Ryan had a sick feeling that there were even some in the shower.
He groaned softly, grabbing his toothbrush and beginning to brush for his regular two minutes and twenty-three seconds. Once he finished, he simply stared at his reflection, palms pressed flat against the white marble of the counter. His hair was starting to get curlier and curlier as it grew, and Ryan once more made a note to cut it. Judging by the growing bags under his eyes, he probably needed to get more sleep, as well.
“Ryannn!”
He tore his gaze away from the mirror, looking towards his bedroom. Ryan let out a sigh and turned off the light, moving towards his bed.
“About time! You were in there for over ten minutes.”
Ten minutes? Ryan asked himself, shaking his head. It definitely hadn’t seemed that long. He slid onto the bed, which was pretty easy to do since the blankets were slippery. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Brendon wrapped an arm around him, his head resting on his chest.
“Good night, Ryan,” the boy whispered, pressing a kiss to Ryan’s neck.
“Good night, Brendon,” Ryan replied softly, shutting his eyes.
Author: xstockpiledmmrs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third, Ryan-centric
Disclaimer: Not true
Summary: “Whatever. Take it all back, get my money returned.”
Author's Notes: Somehow, my dark side got the best of me, and in the future chapters, it’s not going to be all fluffy and cute like it has been. You’ve been warned :D
Previous: 1 2 3 4 5 6
CATCHING THE RAIN
THURSDAY 6:35 P.M.
Ryan’s briefcase dropped to the floor as he opened the door to his house, eyes wide and jaw dropping. All the way down the hall and towards his room was red and green lights strung along the wall. He moved forward slightly, peeking into the living room. Even more lights were around the room, and in the corner was a decorated Christmas tree, topped off with a cliché gold star.
He slowly started taking off his coat, mouth still open as he looked around, blinking his eyes. On the coffee table was a cloth that looked like snow, and a little lighted village was set up on top of it. There were also snowmen figures placed on various surfaces, and a wreath was hung up on the wall.
“Oh, good, you’re home!”
Ryan turned, to see Brendon moving towards him from the kitchen with a Santa Clause hat on top of his head.
“Do you like the decorations?” He asked, grinning at Ryan happily and then looking around to admire his work.
“W-where’d you get all of this?” Ryan managed to ask, staring down at Brendon.
Brendon laughed. “Oh, in a drawer in the kitchen there were credit cards with the pin numbers on a piece a paper. I decided you needed to decorate for the holidays!”
“You mean, y-you used my money for all of this?” Ryan watched Brendon nod, and he sighed, shaking his head. “Return it all. I don’t want any of it.”
Brendon pouted, moving to cling to Ryan. “But, Ryan Ross-“
“How do you know my last name?” Ryan asked, cutting Brendon off.
“It was on the credit cards, silly!”
He sighed, a frown pulling at his lips. “Whatever. Take it all back, get my money returned.”
“Ryannnnnnnnnnn, it’s Christmas! Be happy!” Brendon told him, nodding his head.
“I don’t care. I just want to get some work done, eat, and go to bed.”
Brendon nodded and was all ready scurrying towards the kitchen. “That’s okay. You can work while I finish cooking you dinner. I went grocery shopping for you too. Do you know you have almost nothing in this house?”
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7:18 P.M.
“So, how did you like it?” Brendon asked Ryan as he pushed away his plate.
Ryan shrugged, brushing hair away from his face. It was kind of nice that Brendon had made dinner for him, and a real one, for that matter, but it just was throwing his routine off. Of course, spaghetti with homemade bread was really nice, and filled him right up, but still. His routine.
“It was fine,” Ryan mumbled, and that seemed to satisfy Brendon, as he grabbed the empty plates and carried them off to the sink.
“Good. Now, you go finish doing all your work, and then we’ll go to sleep, okay? I’ll clean up,” Brendon said to Ryan, turning around to face him as he started to scrub a pot clean.
“What?”
“Go do whatever you need to do, and then we can go to sleep.”
Ryan blinked his eyes, shaking his head. “Wait. We?”
“Yes, we. Hurry along now.”
He sighed, continuing to shake his head as he left the kitchen, grabbing his briefcase. Ryan sat himself down on the couch - after pushing away an absurd amount of pillows that had snowmen and reindeer and Santa Clauses on them - and opened it. From underneath the couch he pulled his laptop, starting it up so he could get to work.
--
9:09 P.M.
Ryan stood up, rubbing his eyes tiredly. As if on cue, Brendon bounced happily into the room, now changed into a pair of Ryan’s boxers and one of his work shirts.
“Let’s go to sleep!” Brendon said happily, grabbing Ryan by the arm and tugging him down the lighted hall and into his bedroom. Ryan was shocked to see that even his room had been decorated. Multi-colored lights hung on the wall, and red garland with green pieces here and there decorated his headboard. On the back of the door was a giant cloth Santa, with 24 numbered pockets and a snowman sitting in the number 9 pouch.
“Do you like it?”
Ryan shook his head, but it still didn’t bother Brendon’s happy mood. In fact, the boy just slid right onto the bed, which now had a silk red and green comforter, with matching sheets. He shook his head and moved into the bathroom, which - surprise! - was also decorated, though not as much. The black towels had just been exchanged for white ones with reindeer on them. There were also candles in the shape of Santa Clause placed here and there, and Ryan had a sick feeling that there were even some in the shower.
He groaned softly, grabbing his toothbrush and beginning to brush for his regular two minutes and twenty-three seconds. Once he finished, he simply stared at his reflection, palms pressed flat against the white marble of the counter. His hair was starting to get curlier and curlier as it grew, and Ryan once more made a note to cut it. Judging by the growing bags under his eyes, he probably needed to get more sleep, as well.
“Ryannn!”
He tore his gaze away from the mirror, looking towards his bedroom. Ryan let out a sigh and turned off the light, moving towards his bed.
“About time! You were in there for over ten minutes.”
Ten minutes? Ryan asked himself, shaking his head. It definitely hadn’t seemed that long. He slid onto the bed, which was pretty easy to do since the blankets were slippery. As soon as his head hit the pillow, Brendon wrapped an arm around him, his head resting on his chest.
“Good night, Ryan,” the boy whispered, pressing a kiss to Ryan’s neck.
“Good night, Brendon,” Ryan replied softly, shutting his eyes.