Misc. One-Shots (Ryden)

"You're the only one"- Ryden

A/N: Requested for a little thing on tumblr! It's really short, but I hope you enjoy it!
this is just some fluff  btw
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Brendon and Spencer sat in the tour bus, across from each other. They were both too lazy to walk to the restaurant with the others, so they were just relaxing.

Brendon was starting to regret the decision to stay, but he didn't want to leave Spencer by himself. Or maybe he was just anticipating the "can't stay away from him for just half an hour, huh?" comment from Spencer, and wasn't intersted in being laughed at, even if it was meant to be harmless.

"What are you reading?" Spencer asked, tilting his head to the side subtly. Brendon had a book in his hands, sure. Was he reading? Absolutely not.

"I'm uh," Brendon closed the book and glanced at the front. He sighed and continued in defeat, "... Just pretending."

Spencer laughed. "Figured. Sure you don't wanna grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, thanks anyway. Can't pass up a thirtieth protien bar," he joked, and the boys forced a laugh. The exhaustion was palpable in the bus tonight, and neither of them knew why they weren't just sleeping.

"I have a question about you and-" Spencer was cut off by a couple of sharp knocks on the door.

Brendon, as tired as he was, sprung out of his spot and pulled down the blinds covering the window. He couldn't stop himself from beaming when he saw Ryan's silhouette there, so he swung the door open.

"Hey, food's gonna take a while and I was wondering if you and I could, uh, talk for a minute," Ryan said with a false seriousness in his voice.

Brendon glanced at Spencer who muttered "you and him," under his breath.

"I'll be back in a minute, Spence. Sounds important," Brendon was still smiling victoriously while he waited for Spencer to give him the go-ahead, and it came in the form of the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile.

Brendon hopped out of the bus and closed the door behind him. Ryan pulled him into a tight hug and positioned his head on Brendon's shoulder so his every word would crash against Brendon's neck.

"You and I haven't had alone time for weeks," Ryan breathed.

Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan's torso, delicate fingers feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"I know," Brendon murmured, "we keep getting passed around, or stuck apart for whatever reason."

"I get so jealous when other people do as much as look at you. Then at the parties, they'll flirt and touch you," Ryan's voice was a bit lower, and he sounded frustrated.

"I know you do," Brendon chided softly, his hands making their way into Ryan's messy hair to card through it affectionately.

Ryan smoothly pushed Brendon against the bus, using two fingers to tilt Brendon's chin upward.

"Promise me I have nothing to worry about," Ryan murmured against Brendon's parted lips before shifting to suck on Brendon's neck.

"You're the only one that makes me feel good, and you're the only one I love. I promise you have absolutely nothing to worry about, ever, as long as I live," Brendon tilted his head to give Ryan more access, glad he brought concealer for the mark that would be there in the morning.

Neither of them turned their heads at the voice calling nearby, "Ryan, what are you doing? I get back from the goddamn bathroom and you're-" Jon groans when he catches them making out, and stands there impatiently.

Brendon laughs, and Ryan catches his lips with his own. Their tongues dance together, and the kiss is hungry, as if it's their last one ever.

Brendon pushes Ryan away when their hips bump into each other, and he takes a moment to admire the moonlight, illuminating Ryan's jawline and honey colored eyes perfectly.

Ryan nods toward Jon, requesting as he walks away, "Bring Spencer and get in there so we can touch each other under the table."

Brendon laughs, shrugging his shoulder before he opens the bus door to beg Spencer.