Cabin Fever

The next Morning

Brendon

When I woke up to my surprise, I was enveloped by a pair of long arms. The morning sun peaked through the curtains, the small hints of light displayed across Ryan's bare chest beautifully. My thoughts drifted to the events that took place last night. I know I'll barely be able to walk. A grin played across my face and I bury my lips deeper into his neck. His grip on my side gets tighter.
That's when I heard whispers and shuffling of footsteps.

My eyes flew open instantly as whipped around to see Jon and Spencer looming over me, a camera glued to Spencer's hand.

"What the fuck guys!" Ryan shouted and immediately took the sheets with him as he ran down the stairs, desperately trying to catch the intruders. I fell back on the soft pillows and let out a breathy laugh.
That's when I knew it definitely wasn't a dream.

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Ryan

"I did what to my guitar!?" I asked in astonishment. Last night was a blur...besides the part that involved Brendon.

"You smashed it and proceeded to set it on fire while it was still connected to the amp." Jon repeated. Everyone was long gone. So it was just the four of us again. Spencer was watching TV in the media room while Jon and I talked in the kitchen. Mostly Jon doing the talking.
"Oh and you also screamed the electric guitar era was dead? Pete actually had a video of it."

"Oh yeah when did everyone leave?"

"Around midnight, right after you and Brendon uh-"

"Yeah yeah I knew what happened then what happened."

"Scott and Zack fell asleep on the couch and left early in the morning and that was about it."

"Oh thank God." I'm not sure how everyone would react if they found out what went on between us, at least not until he and I figure out what exactly that is.
I yelped as I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist. Brendon stood behind me with that all too familiar charming smile plastered across his face. I squinted my eyes at him. But no matter what I could never stay mad at him. Oh Jesus what has he done to me.

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Brendon

"Okay so we're going to replay that last part one more time, I feel your pitch was a little too high so we're gonna have to alter it a little bit k?" I nodded at Ryan and smiled. My heart fluttered as he smiled back. Wait, no stop this is becoming too cheesy.
For what seemed to be the one hundredth time of me singing the chorus over and over again, we finally took a break. As I bent down to retrieve my guitar a familiar hand pinched my butt making me jump up immediately. Ryan smirked as I glowered at him teasingly.

"Payback from this morning." I pulled him closer into my embrace.

"Meet me on the roof at midnight." I whispered. He leaned away and looked me in the eyes and pecked my lips slightly. I'm taking that as a yes.

"Okay guys lets stop eye fucking  eachother and get this song done shall we?" Spencer announced loudly as he walked into the room. The sexual tension now completely evaporated. He backed away from me laughing and pulled his headset back on. Even when doing the most simplest things he always manages to be cute.

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Ryan

The rest of the evening seemed to take a century to end. Mostly cause I was excited to be with Brendon. As we all sat and ate we joked around and talked about ideas for the next album.

"So we only have 3 songs done yet I'm still not feeling exactly what we should be doing here." I said skeptically. The table got silent. Of course it had to be me with the unpopular opinion.

"Ry, they sound great, what could you be possibly doubting now?" Spencer asked.

"I don't know, maybe its because we jumped into it so quickly,  I guess I should keep an open mind till the end."

"I don't care I'm just happy we are finally making a stoner album." Jon said jokingly.  We all laughed together.

"Well yeah of course you would." Brendon commented laughingly. His hand rested on my thigh. It was oddly comforting. I was also very glad Jon and Spencer were very accepting. I don't know how I would react if Brendon and I being together would tear us apart.
Wait did I just say we were together? I think I did.

Finally the clock hit midnight. Brendon went upstairs a while ago and Spence and Jon's eyes were glued to the TV screen. I doubt they would miss me. I walked up the dark stair well and into Brendan's room. Like as if a habit. I step onto the plant pot he set there for me and swung my leg up onto my roof.
Brendon sat there on a blanket and anther one swaddled around him. Various snacks surrounded him as well as his laptop. It was so adorable I wanted to puke.
He smiled up at me. His eye doing that squinty thing when he smiles really big. He patted the empty spot next to him, I immediately complied and joined him under the warm duvet. I extinctively breathed in the fabric. It smelled of old spice and faintly of cigarettes. A habit I got him into doing.

"So what do you want to watch I got the classics I got." He pulled out a few dvds and continued. "Inglorious Basterds uhh, Breakfast Club, I know basic, and Pretty in Pink." Ever since Brendon was little he had this huge crush on Molly Ringwald. But who child blame him she is gorgeous.

"Uhh..Inglorious Basterds." I replied knowing thaws his favorite movie. He winked at me.

"I was hoping you'd pick that." He took the disk out and slid it into the side of his laptop. As the movie started like a puppy, he snuggled really close to me. It was really hard to focus on the movie after that. His delicate features tensed and relaxed through out the actions of the movie. Mouthing the words since he's seen it about a thousand times. I found myself smiling, something I never do that often. A moment later, he looks over to me and grins.

"Aren't you going to watch the movie?" He asked.

"No I'd rather watch you." I replied smoothly. He raised his eyebrows and paused the movie.
He looks into my eyes and leans into me slowly till my back is against the roof. His lips attack mine. The lust and eagerness fills the air as I pull on his hair and he gasps into my mouth. My hips reply by grinding into him hard he lingers down to my neck. I take off his shirt discarding of mine in the process. The only piece of clothing on us were only our underwear. I wrap my hips around his waist and flip us over. My lips travel all over his body. His lips, his neck, his torso till I'm completely down to his bellybutton. The faint hairs lead me to the spot where I want to be. He digs his blunt fingernails into my hair as he lifts his waist wantonly.

"Ryan please." He moans almost sounding pained. His throbbing cock brushed against my neck making him shiver. It was amazing how one touch could leave someone completely undone.
I slid off his boxers slowly. His hard on nearly hitting me. I smiled.
           This should be fun.