Ryden/Rydon Oneshots !!

Basement Door . FLUFF . p2

This pattern continued with every coming night, and with every nightly lullaby, the raven-haired boy got more and more tired, and less and less antsy to get back into his room in time for the brunette to not catch him.

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[Ryan's POV]

Tonight, just like all the other's, I snuck out of my bedroom at 1:25am on the dot to go to the basement and play.

I've never been much of a singer, nor piano player, because I'm not all that good (according to my own standards), but sometimes I like to push that all behind and just have fun.
As I turn on the keyboard below the main floor of the house, I think about how I've stopped watching movies with Brendon to do this instead, and as much as I feel bad, this is just another pattern in life. It'll go away too someday.
I play my songs and acknowledge that Bren has come to the door of the basement ate at night and listened to my singing, even if he thinks I don't know, and doesn't think this pattern may be a cause of my morning smiles, I know that I know, and I also know it's the reason I smile.
Usually, he leaves the frame of the basement door to go to bed at 2:15 (and I go as well five minutes after), but two nights in a row he's fallen asleep curled up at the door thanks to my voice and my fingers on the keyboard.

And both nights, I've picked him up and carried him back to bed.

I think he dreams about getting up and going back to bed instead of doing it, and I'm not helping by letting him wake up in his bed like he did actually get up at 2:15. But, I don't care.
I'm afraid that if he knows I know he does this every night, he'll stop doing it, or come down here to listen up close, and either way, it'll shatter my confidence.
So, I continue to pick him up and put him back to bed every night like I'm supposed to, and every morning, he continues to ask me why I'm smiling so much, and I continue to tell him "nothing."

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April 14th, at 2:17am, I'm carrying my boy back to his bed when I feel him shuffling around in the gentle arms holding him in a bridal style. I try to ignore it and shrug it off as him dreaming still.
But he shuffled again, and mumbles as I put him in his bed.
I pull the covers over his tired body like always, as slow and careful like every other night, but it's not enough.

His eyes flutter open and I know I'm doomed.
I'm never going to get to another night like this again, he's never going to sleep on the floor by the cracked open door as I sing to him again–
"Ry..?" He moaned out sleepily.

"I'm so sorry.."
"Why?"
"You fell asleep by the basement door every day for the past few weeks, and I've carried you back to bed every night in hopes you'd keep assuming you walked back to bed yourself and think I didn't know you were listening to me singing the night before. I never told you because I didn't want you to stop, but..."

I felt warm arms pull me down onto the bed, and without thought, I hugged that smaller framed body back as tears brimmed my brown eyes.

"Seriously?" He asked me.
"Yes, I'm sorry.." I replied.
"You have such a good heart, Ryan. Thank you for doing this every night."
"Why are you thanking me..?"
"I've never slept so good like I have during the nights that you've sung me to sleep."
"Really?" I asked, in shock he didn't hate me for this.
"Really. Now can you stay in bed with me, just like this? I'm too comfortable, and you've always been the one thing that can grant me a good night's rest."
"On one condition.."

I opened my eyes and watched as Urie tilted his head to the side like a dog, curious as to what this condition would be.

"... Don't stop falling asleep by the door."
"I can do that." He agreed with ease.

I smiled at him, and like it was instinct, I pressed my rough lips to his soft pair in a "thank you" kiss. I felt him tense with shock, and melt into me all at once, kissing me back.
We pulled our velcro lips away, my previous smile now contagious and infecting both of us all over again, and then shut our eyes and fell asleep after cuddling just a little bit closer.