I'll Always Be By Your Side. (Ryden)

Chapter 14:

Ryan's POV:

Why can't I tell the one person that means the world to me that I love him? He told me and it's not like I haven't told him before. Every night on stage I can feel that need and lust for him, but something is stopping me from saying what I feel. I pull back my bunk curtains to see the rest of the bus is dark, and no sign of life is up. I roll back shutting the curtain. All I can do now is write. The Beatles are absolutely amazing, and I think our next sound should be similar to that. What's Brendon to me? A light in all my dark times. Someone who simply shines when they walk into any room. He's like the sun in a way. What am I though? All I've done my whole life is follow my friends around whenever they do something and I got thrown out onto the street. Compared to the sun, what would I be? I guess, something like the moon maybe? Everyone sees us together but different. Day and night...we're opposites but kind of the same in a way. 

I woke up the next morning to my notebook open next to me with a couple pages crinkled. I sighed and closed the book. I turned over to see a Brendon staring at me through my opened curtain.

"Good morning, Ryro," he grinned widely at me. He's too happy for the morning.

"How long have you been staring at me?" He smirked at that and spoke softly.

"Enough to hear you moan my name in your sleep," he then winked at me and sat on my bunk. With our faces only centimeters apart he said, "You never answered me last night. Do you love me?" This is an easy answer, but I don't want to say it yet. He's making it hard to think; my mind is clouded on his gorgeous face and smell. 

"Of course I do. I've never stopped and I never will stop." Brendon slammed his lips on mine and pushed me back. He hurriedly shut the curtain never letting our mouths part. I can feel his hands roaming all over my body. They're grasping up my thighs, to my stomach, sliding up my shirt exposing my skin, up to my face, and through my hair. I ran my hands through his soft hair, down his silky back, and grabbed his plump ass. That led him to only kiss me rougher while smirking into it. I'm starting to think things are just starting until someone called for him on the other end of the bus. He pulled away and sat up.

"We'll continue later," he pecked my lips softly and with a horse whisper said, "You better not kiss and tell." I could only lay there and stare at him. I'm still hot and flustered. I want to continue like old times, hell, Brendon is even sitting on my lap. I can't ignore my mind telling me what's important. 

"I mean it, Brendon." His face went from being cocky to serious. 

"I know you do. Of course I know. I never doubted you, and I'm happy. Scratch that I'm over-the-moon about it." He bent down to grab my face and gave me a quick, sweet kiss. "I need to go though and we'll celebrate or something later."  He was about to go when he bent down to nibble my ear and mutter, "You should grab my ass more often considering your hands haven't left it." I laughed and slid my hands in his back pockets locking my eyes with his. 

"You have an apple bottom and it's one of the many sexy things about you. If anyone else touches it though I will have to cut their throat." Brendon shook his head and then crawled out of the bunk. "You think I'm kidding!" 

"I know you're not. That's the best part," he chuckled and finally made his way out. I sighed at the sudden loneliness of the area. 

After I sat in my bunk for about an hour trying to write and jotting down lines I got up. 

"Hey, the lazy cat finally got up." Spencer was sitting on the couch holding a cup of coffee. 

"Good morning, Spencer. Are you trying to imply something?" 

"No, but at least you're better than a sloth." I furrowed my eyebrows together. What does a sloth have to do with a cat? 

"Do we have a sloth?" He chuckled at that.