I'm Not Complaining That It's Raining (sequel to Aventures)

3- The Leftovers

{A.N.: ugh I haven't updated in forever ;-; I'm so sorry!!!!}

I dropped the bag on the table and stumbled across the room. Brendon's body was pressed against mine and his lips, crushed into mine, were quickly moving to the beat of his heart.

His tongue fought mine with passion and his hands wandered up and down my body, making me moan.

His hands were so damn soft.

He pushed me down on the couch and took his shirt off before pressing his body back against mine. He slowly grinded on me, never breaking the kiss.

I was completely out of breath. My hands were shaking and I tried my best to focus on breathing but Hell, when you have Brendon Ross making out with you, his crotch grinding against yours, breathing becomes the least of your worries, let me tell you. Our shirts were on the ground, along with our pants and jackets.

Something told me our underwears would join them soon enough.

Just as Brendon put his hands on the sides of my boxers to take them off, my phone rang.

I will kill whoever this person is, I swear to God.

He groaned and grabbed my phone that was laying on the floor. He was seriously expecting me to pick that up?

I pulled him closer to me and grabbed the phone.

"Leave it."

He took the phone from my hands and checked the screen. "No, Ryan," he said before winking. "It's okay, take it. I'll be in bed."

"Coming in a few."

"Sure as Hell hope so," he winked again before walking to our bedroom.

Still in boxers.

I sighed and picked the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey man. Were you busy?"

Oh, you know, just about to fuck my husband on the couch, but you know, same old.

"No, Spencer, of course not. So what's up?"

"You were so fucking Brendon," he laughed.

"What? No!"

He laughed some more before adding, "have you heard your voice? Man, you're out of breath and all."

I could almost see the grin on his face.

"Okay, shut up Spence. And make it quick, there's a naked man waiting for me in my bed."

He laughed. "Okay, okay. I was just wondering if you guys were down for a practice tomorrow morning. Let's say half past ten at the studio?"

I sighed. "Yeah, sure. Thanks again for interrupting a very heated make-out session. Next time leave a message, Asshole."

He laughed and added, "you love me."

I smiled. "I don't think Brendon would approve that. Anyway, we'll be there tomorrow morning. Half past ten."

"Half past ten," he answered before hanging up.

Spencer James Smith, ladies and gentlemen.