Test Icicles[Prologue]
Title: Test Icicles[Prologue]
Author: zandraxxzazzy
Rating: NC-17 eventually, hopefully >.<
Pairing: Ryden :D
POV: It switches.
Summary: 'Oh... oh god Brendon!'
Disclaimer: If this is real, Ryan Ross is stalking me.
Author Notes: At the end.
Brendon's POV
I was grinning wryly as I tucked the envelope into my coat pocket. Our anniversary was tonight, so I was taking him to his favorite restraunt to eat. He was always saying that he loved nature and the mountains in Colorado but never had the time to. Well, I was about to fix that. For our one year anniversary, I bought us two, first-class tickets to a cabin up in the Colorado mountains for three weeks. Just us.
"Ryyyy!!" I called, fetching the car keys and my wallet. "Are you ready yet?"
"Coming!" he yelled softly. Less than five minutes later I was faced with the most beautiful creature I had ever encountered. Ryan stood before me, blushing, with his hair drawn up in a faux hawk. His eyes had a soft pattern of feathered eyeliner drawn beneath them and a white, button-up undershirt with extremely tight, matching white skinny jeans. He was adjusting a rose upon his red vest when I snaked my arms around his waist.
"Oh. My. God..." I whispered into his ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
"W-What..?" he stuttered and I chuckled lowly. "Why are you laughing?"
I pulled away and smirked, my eyes grazing over him. "I don't think you realize how sinfully sweet you look tonight..."
His cheeks flushed a bloody crimson as he looked down at the worn carpet of our apartment. "You're... only saying that because it's our-our anniversary..."
I snorted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "That's so ridiculous. If I were going to butter you up tonight, I'd be feeling you up. Which right now, doesn't seem like that bad of an idea..." I trailed off for two reasons. One was to let his imagination run, and two was to stare absent-mindedly at his crotch, making him figet in discomfort.
"Yeah.. sure..." he said, looking up and following my gaze. Slowly I let my hand inch closer to his lap, where his own hand swiftly swapped it away. "Oh... oh god Brendon! Could you please be mature for more than thrity seconds?" He unsuccessfully tried to scold me, but ended up giggling at the very end.
"No," I replied sarcastically, reaching out for his hand. "C'mon, we're already late you friggen thesbian."
He giggled and leaned into me. "If you keep talking like that I'll let you lick the spoon." He trotted slightly ahead of me, swaying his hips in a way he knew drove me insane. I chuckled softly at his reference to one of our inside jokes and quickened my pace to match his.
A/N: Sooo... should I continue? I'm pretty sure that this just broke down my mental block but I'm insanely tired, so I'm seriously sorry I couldn't write more. If I do keep writing, I'll be sure to grab a beta to write Ryan's POV...
Sorry if this was total suckage... >.<
Author: zandraxxzazzy
Rating: NC-17 eventually, hopefully >.<
Pairing: Ryden :D
POV: It switches.
Summary: 'Oh... oh god Brendon!'
Disclaimer: If this is real, Ryan Ross is stalking me.
Author Notes: At the end.
Brendon's POV
I was grinning wryly as I tucked the envelope into my coat pocket. Our anniversary was tonight, so I was taking him to his favorite restraunt to eat. He was always saying that he loved nature and the mountains in Colorado but never had the time to. Well, I was about to fix that. For our one year anniversary, I bought us two, first-class tickets to a cabin up in the Colorado mountains for three weeks. Just us.
"Ryyyy!!" I called, fetching the car keys and my wallet. "Are you ready yet?"
"Coming!" he yelled softly. Less than five minutes later I was faced with the most beautiful creature I had ever encountered. Ryan stood before me, blushing, with his hair drawn up in a faux hawk. His eyes had a soft pattern of feathered eyeliner drawn beneath them and a white, button-up undershirt with extremely tight, matching white skinny jeans. He was adjusting a rose upon his red vest when I snaked my arms around his waist.
"Oh. My. God..." I whispered into his ear, nibbling gently on the lobe.
"W-What..?" he stuttered and I chuckled lowly. "Why are you laughing?"
I pulled away and smirked, my eyes grazing over him. "I don't think you realize how sinfully sweet you look tonight..."
His cheeks flushed a bloody crimson as he looked down at the worn carpet of our apartment. "You're... only saying that because it's our-our anniversary..."
I snorted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "That's so ridiculous. If I were going to butter you up tonight, I'd be feeling you up. Which right now, doesn't seem like that bad of an idea..." I trailed off for two reasons. One was to let his imagination run, and two was to stare absent-mindedly at his crotch, making him figet in discomfort.
"Yeah.. sure..." he said, looking up and following my gaze. Slowly I let my hand inch closer to his lap, where his own hand swiftly swapped it away. "Oh... oh god Brendon! Could you please be mature for more than thrity seconds?" He unsuccessfully tried to scold me, but ended up giggling at the very end.
"No," I replied sarcastically, reaching out for his hand. "C'mon, we're already late you friggen thesbian."
He giggled and leaned into me. "If you keep talking like that I'll let you lick the spoon." He trotted slightly ahead of me, swaying his hips in a way he knew drove me insane. I chuckled softly at his reference to one of our inside jokes and quickened my pace to match his.
A/N: Sooo... should I continue? I'm pretty sure that this just broke down my mental block but I'm insanely tired, so I'm seriously sorry I couldn't write more. If I do keep writing, I'll be sure to grab a beta to write Ryan's POV...
Sorry if this was total suckage... >.<