Heartbreaker [Ryden] [BOOK ONE]

- fifteen -

"Come on Jon, you fucking turtle!" I snapped my fingers, looking behind me long enough to get glared at. I rolled my eyes at Jon, as he sped up to walk beside me. I approached the doors of Party City, to find them held wide open for me by some manager. I dipped my head in thanks, before dropping my eyes down to the list I had in my hands.

"Sorry. Why are we here again?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. I looked up at him, smirking slightly. 

"You're only here to help me carry out the stuff I buy. I've managed to sneak money from my parents to buy some glow in the dark paint, snacks, beer, and even more." I insisted. Jon frowned, but went along with it.

First was first; paint. We swung by the department in the way back of the store, the part that had things like neon paint, glow in the dark paint, confetti, and things you could use to pull pranks on someone. I scanned the aisles, until I found exactly what I was looking for. Glow in the dark paint. I pulled the blue, red, yellow, and green off the shelf one by one, then sent Jon to get a cart. When he returned, I stacked the paint in the basket. 

Next, I grabbed some confetti, balloons, and a random variety of sodas, chips, and well...beer! Getting drunk was what I planned. I could care less about anything else. By the time we were done shopping, Jon was fed up with my orders. 

So we drove home next, well, to my house. My parents agreed to leave tomorrow night to go out for dinner or something, so that I could throw Brendon a party. Under one condition, of course. Have everything cleaned up to the point it's cleaner than it was before.

That same night, I decided to go to Brendon's. Actually, I just wanted an excuse to avoid my parents. So by ten at night, I was at Brendon's place, wandering around his bedroom while I waited for him to come back upstairs after dinner. When he did, I was busy thumbing through a magazine, and didn't even notice he'd come in until he said my name. 

I looked up. He was shirtless. Now I don't know about you, but I'd never seen Brendon shirtless. Seeing him shirtless made me want to scream. Okay, not really, but I was close to actually screaming. He was so...hot.

I froze, my jaw dropped. When Brendon noticed my staring, he dropped his eyes to look down at himself, before smirking at me. He raised an eyebrow, walking towards me. "You like what you see, Ry?" He asked.

Without permission, he stepped behind me, placing his hands on my hips. I was unsure what the horny teenager was doing, but I wasn't quick to stop it either. He ended up pressing his crotch up against me - this horny pig was grinding on me! I wouldn't admit it, but I liked it. 

My breath caught in my throat in surprise. I squirmed slightly, doing a full 360 in his arms until I could properly face him. 

"You horny pig, stop touching me..!" I huffed, but despite what I said, I caught myself staring at his...perfectly sculpted chest...he was simply beautiful. I gingerly closed my eyes, stealing the warmth from him by embracing his figure in a hug, and resting my head against his chest. 

Brendon smirked again, keeping his hands on my waist, he rocked us slowly back and forth. "Aw, baby, are you tired?" He asked. I raised my head to rest my chin against his chest. I assumed he was teasing me for inching closer to him, but when I peered up at his face, all I saw was sincerity. I smiled softly, but answering for me, I yawned.

He chuckled, sliding a hand up my back, to rest on my neck. It felt good. He messaged my neck with two of his fingers, pushing my head back down onto his chest. I nearly fell asleep, with Brendon petting me, messaging my neck, rocking me, he even whispered soothing words to me. But right as I felt myself passing out, he moved, pushing me towards the bed. 

I went along with it. As soon as I reached his bed, I crawled up to the side closest to the wall, flopping down. Brendon crawled into the bed beside me, tugging the blanket over the both of us. I usually would be against the idea of being in the same bed with Brendon, but at the moment the fatigue was overwhelming.

"Ryan?" Brendon spoked up, wrapping an arm around my waist. I 'huh'-ed in reply, my shoulders lifting slightly, before sagging back down to their original resting place. I the boy tug me into his arms, which were warm and inviting, where I squirmed slightly again, before rolling over to face him.

I buried my face in his chest, inhaling deeply. He smelled nice..like a mix of wood, and for some reason, faint mint. I liked it. I smiled softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my ear, then my ear. 

"Would you...do you think we could, uh, have sex tomorrow? Like, for my birthday, you know-" His lips were still parted, brushing past my ear. I didn't say anything for a few seconds, but simply enjoyed the feeling of his breathes tickling my ear. Finally, I spoke up.

"I dunno. Will you sing to me? Please?" I pleaded. I wasn't eager to be on the topic of sex- especially not with Brendon. I'm not saying I wouldn't fuck him, it just...seemed way too early. It really depended on how drunk I got..

"Sing?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from my ears. I nodded slowly. He sighed softly, before he ended up actually blessing my request. His voice started out quiet, but as his confidence inflated, his voice got louder.

"Somewhere over the rainbow. Way up high. And the dreams you once dreamed of, once in a lullaby." He sang. God, Brendon was a good singer. Why wasn't he in any music programs? Beats me, he was good. Like really good.

When Brendon was done, I felt myself on his lips, mine against his, in a hard, passionate kiss that lasted a few seconds. When he pulled his chapped lips away, he frowned in confusion. I smiled again, giggling.

"You're a really good singer." I insisted, resting my head against his chest once more. Before he could reply, I had already passed out, the taste of Brendon's lips lingered in my mouth, leaving me fulfilled. 

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