Cabin Fever

His lips

Ryan

Waking up this morning was different. I felt lighter. I grazed my lips with my fingertips and smiled. His kiss, his touch was all I could think about. As I went downstairs I ran into Spencer.

"Woah you seem to be in a really good mood." Was all he could say.

"Why do you say that?" I ask.

"You never smile like that unless you are genuinely happy." That's when I realized there was a smile on my face and grinned even wider.

"Maybe I am." He smiles at me and pats my shoulder.

"That's good I worry about you sometimes, this whole album thing has put a huge strain on us im glad you are starting to loosen up a bit."

"That's nice Spence but you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine okay?"

"Well if you put it that way, Im going to to go back to bed."

"But the day just started."

"Yeah well mornings are never my cup of tea so I'll see you at noon." He said as he closed his door.

Ryan (cont'd)

I was on my third cup of coffee when Jon walked in. He grabbed a mug from the cupboard and helped himself to some brew and sat down in front of me.

"So....what's the deal between you and Brendon? You guys wouldn't stop staring at eachother last night" Well, the silence was fun while it lasted.
I shrugged and brought my mug to my lips. The familiar bitterness that hits the back of my throat tells me its time to get another cup. I got up and went to the coffee maker.

"So I take it yesterday went well?" Jon asked arching his eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee. Spence was still fast asleep and not too long ago I heard Brendon get up and go to the shower. As much as I'd hate to admit it, I couldn't help but fantasize about Brendon's naked body, the hot water trickling down his smooth pale skin...

"Considering the way you're smiling, I'll take that as a yes! I told you it would work out!"

"Work out with what?" Brendon asked walking into the kitchen. His timing was impeccable. He smiled and gave me pat on my ass as he walked past me. Making me blush and look down.
My mind went blank as I looked up again. His hair was still wet, his Grey sweats hanging low off his hips and his bare chest showing the faintest of lines that hint abs. It almost made me forget about his question. To the point where he was staring at me. Wait, what were we talking about?

"Uh...what?" Is all I could muster from the cloudiness of my mind.

"What is working out?"

"Oh, um...we were just talking about how we want to go further with the album and maybe think up of a different name." I lied.

"And I'm assuming it's working out well for you?" He asked, grabbing two pieces of bread and popping them both in the toaster.

"Very."

"I don't know what's going on between you two but believe me I'm going to figure this out soon." Jon intervened. I tore my eyes away from Brendon's torso and back at Jon's skeptical gaze.

He just might.
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Brendon

His lips. That's all I could think about and how good they felt against mine. I ran my hands up under his shirt, loving the way he shivers at my touch. His strong hands grasp on my thigh, making me want more. My leg was draped over his torso. The only thing separating us is our clothing. If only...

"Bren." He whispered breathlessly, breaking the kiss. My heart fluttered at the nickname.

"Yes." I breathed back. He pulled away and leaned back onto the roof. We were now laying side by side. My body still hungered for his touch. That all went away when he took my hand in his, running circles along my palm. How can one's simple touch put me at such ease?
The sky was starry unlike the the smoggy nights in Vegas. The moon shining down on the both of us brightly, almost blinding. It was cold but our body warmth was all that could keep us from going inside. Our spot tended to be the roof now since it was the only place no one would ever find us. Its been a week. My birthday is tomorrow.

"When was the first time you realized you had feelings for me." He asked seeming hesitant in the beginning. I sighed squeezing his hand.

"Since the band kicked off. The more we progressed the more I questioned my sexuality...how about you?" I looked over at him but he stopped gazed up at the sky. Before he answered he lifted my hand up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles gently.

"Ever since you walked into my garage." He replied. His eyes traveled to mine and stayed there. All the thoughts. All of the doubt left my mind. It was him. It was always him. Although we never intended it to be. I leaned in closer until our lips touched once again. Slow and tedious to the point where nothing else around us mattered anymore.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt him shiver and scoot closer next to me. The air suddenly dropped a few degrees. Making it windier.

"Come on, its getting late anyway." I grabbed his hand and we stood up and climbed down onto my balcony again. Quietly, we stepped out of my room. Thankfully Jon and Spencer were watching TV downstairs. I walked him across the hall to his bedroom. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to his lips. Of only, just for one night we could be together.

"Goodnight. " He whispered onto my lips. His hot breath almost hypnotizing.

"Goodnight." I muttered and with the soft click of the bedroom door closing he was gone.
I lay in my bed after a lot of thinking I came up wotht he conclusion.
I am utterly, without any shame whatsoever in love with Ryan Ross