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Brendon's sprawled across Ryan's bed, picking at a loose thread in his comforter, staring at the ceiling. Ryan's on the floor, tuning a guitar, a plate of brownies next to him. The suns started to go down, and Brendon tilts his head to catch it. The warm light seeps through the blinds onto Ryan, who Brendon glances at, and is met halfway. Ryan's stopped tuning his guitar and gives him a small smile, handing him a brownie. He snatches it with a bigger smile, taking a huge bite out of it. Maybe Brendon's exaggerating and it's just the magical weed brownies, or Ryan just has some weird calming effect on him, or maybe it's both, but Brendon hasn't felt this at peace in so long. It's a beautiful summer evening, he's got three weeks before he and Ryan go back to school, and he's spent the most of break at his place, smoking and playing video games. Sometimes, Spence and Brent come over and they all smoke and play more video games. But, with Ry, it's always so calming, and he feels more at home than he has anywhere else. Besides the buzz of Ryan's guitar, it's quiet, and Brendon swears he's about to fall asleep.
Ryan must've noticed Brendon's eyes slip shut, and asks, "Wanna play something?" His eyes open and everything feels awkward all of the sudden. Brendon has played countless times in front of Ryan, Spence, and Brent. That's why he's in the band, obviously, but now it's just him and Ry. He's never played in front of him before. It's not weird though, right? He knows how to play the guitar and he's pretty fucking good at it. That's why he's here. Not that big of a deal. Brendon smiles and gets the guitar handed to him.
"Uh, alright, what should I play?" He rubs his forehead, suddenly aware of everything going on around him. Ryan just smiles and shrugs, leaning in a bit. To soothe his nerves, Brendon fiddles with the guitar a bit before starting to play. He strums the intro to Third Eye Blind's Blinded (When I See You). "Just an old friend coming to visit you," He's late to switch the chord, and plays an F instead of the G. It's just one fuck-up, and Ryan doesn't seem to mind. Brendon keeps on playing until he messes up another chord, muttering a 'shit.' He chooses looks down at his fretboard, intensely focused until the chorus rolls in. "But when I see you, it's like i'm staring down the sun," and his stomach flutters and he messes up yet again. His palms start to sweat and Brendon is on fire, realizing that Ryan's been looking at him this entire time, leaning in. He doesn't seem fazed by the music, just staring intensely at Brendon. He slows down, his voice trailing off as he makes eye contact with Ryan. His eyes look a little strained, and his hair is messed up, and he looks beautiful. They stay like that for what seems like forever, and Brendon just listens to Tom De Longe's quiet voice on the cd player, taking in Ryan.
Slowly, too slowly, Ryan smiles as he leans in, his lips ghosting over Brendon. He brings his hand up to his upper arm as their lips touch delicately, and Brendon leans in. He sets the guitar to the side before settling his hand on Ryan's cheek slowly guiding them to the floor. Ryan becomes more desperate, tangling his hands in Brendon's hair as their bodies also tangle, and he pulls back for a moment. The setting sun is shining on Ryan perfectly, his eyes a syrupy brown now. He's smiling, Brendon's smiling back. They continue to stare until Brendon ducks down and kisses his jaw, slotting a leg in between Ry's. He slowly inches down to his neck sucking on his pulse point as Ryan's hips buck into his leg and now his hands are everywhere. Brendon moves his hands down and then up his shirt, feeling every inch of his body. They're both on fire, hips starting to buck against each other desperately as their lips meet again, clashing against each other and Ryan makes his way into Brendon's mouth. They're feeling all of each other all at once, and it's never how he expected this to be. He's always loved Ryan, he's loved all his friends, but Ryan's different. Brendon supposes that he's seen this coming. They've spent the entirety of summer break in his room, in each other's presence.
Ryan groans into his mouth when their hips connect again, and Brendon's harder than he's ever been in his life. His only thought now is Ryan's arms around his neck, Ryan's lips on his, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. It's beautiful, so beautiful Brendon almost starts to tear up. The pleasure builds up so quickly, and now they're desperately bucking against each other, their hands roaming everywhere they can reach. They're perfectly tangled up, connected like puzzle pieces. It all becomes too much, and Brendon might just melt away when Ryan groans again. He digs his nails into Ryan's hips when he comes, his name on his lips as he lets out a loud moan, a patch forming on the front of his jeans. Ryan soon follows, gripping Brendon's hair and yelling his name, thrusting up frantically.
Brendon rolls off of him, now next to him on the carpet. They're both looking at each other again, Ryan's eyes the same color they were before, just a little darker. The sun's almost down now and the music's stopped. Ryan smiles again, brighter than ever in the now dark room. He sits up, reaching for the lamp, then the plate of brownies. "Want one?" He nudges Brendon, and is met by a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks," Brendon grins, and his cheeks start to hurt. He remembers Ryan tasting just like the brownie, along with a bit of nicotine. Brendon knows he'll never forget that taste and he'll never forget this beautiful summer evening with Ryan. He looks at him one more time, and their lips connect. Brendon decides he should play more songs for Ryan, even if he isn't the best at it. Obviously he doesn't seem to mind.