{Ryan POV}
He swallows the tablets, and I throw them onto the floor somewhere, I don't care where. I come back to face Brendon, and he begins to put himself against my neck again, which I do want, but I want to do something else a lot more. I cup his cheek, and resist the urge to peck little kisses all around his face, and instead go in for our first real kiss, our first kiss when we are both sober. I slowly put my other hand at the back of his neck. Brendon has wrapped his arms around my neck too, obviously confirming that he knows what I'm about to do. I'm so glad I am sober, because I definitely want to remember this. Brendon leans forward and so do I, and then suddenly our lips meet and I'm kissing Brendon. I'm kissing Brendon. I can't believe it, it's finally happening. Our lips are moving in sync with each other, and it's soft and delicate at first, like we are skating on thin ice, testing the new waters. But then everything gets turned up a notch and it's passionate and longing, exciting and electric. We pull each other closer (if that's possible) but neither of us are fighting for dominance, we don't need to or want to. We just want to enjoy our first real kiss, taste each other's lips.
His lips are soft and warm, like having a hot drink after being in the cold for so long. They taste sweet, but not the sickly sweet that makes you grimace after a while, the sweet that you can't stop tasting, the sweet that's almost addicting.
Every now and then the quiet sound of our kissing is interrupted by our giggles when we bump our teeth against each other by accident when we get too eager. I'm so glad we aren't taking this too seriously, because if I knew it was a big deal i'd probably get too anxious or nervous and mess up and end up embarrassing myself as usual. But Brendon makes everything alright. I can always be myself with him, I can always be relaxed, even when he isn't.
I don't know how long we have been kissing, but I know we will need air eventually, so I slowly pull away, but rest my forehead against his. We are both panting, so I'm glad I did pull away or one of us will probably have passed out from lack of oxygen. We lay there for a while, our heads against each other. We can't help but stare at each other. We are smiling this time though, both in awe at our first kiss. It was incredible, so much better then I could ever have imagined or dreamt about, and I had done that a lot. He was so perfect. Brendon was perfect. Even his imperfections made him perfect. I loved everything about him, every fibre in his body, every quirk in his personality, I loved it all, and I've never been so sure of something in my life, that I love Brendon.
"I love you."
So I told him.
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Drunk - rydon/ryden fic
Fanficthey can hide their feelings for each other pretty well when they're sober. but when they're drunk? not so much.
