Roses •° {Ryden}

{~ Chapter Five ~}

.:: Chapter Five ~ Dalliance ::.
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Ryan decided to work in the garden today, something about sitting in at the front desk typing or writting orders for people and dealing with people in general was annoying and too much effort for his already busy with thoughts head.

Ryan took his bright green and Magenta pink watermelon waterer, letting the clear liquid fall effortlessly out of the holes a top the tip of the bottle like item, he tilted the waterer as he walked along the line of beautifully colored roses, the first section being a golden crisp color, the color being as proud and powerful as a lions heart, the second section being a light lavender purple, the type of purple you would think of when you would see the light colors in the sky when the sun would set for sleep, and the third section he watered was the classic bright red roses, the red that reminded of him when his mother would apply bright red lipstick to her plush lips in the morning before heading to work, that was when Ryan was little of course, because eventually he stopped seeing that color after seeing his mother walk away with her dark blue suit case and the only thing leaving behind her was the stain of her red lips on his left cheek.

Ryan sighed as he pulled delacatly at a dead pink rose, he hated when his flowers died, it almost felt like memory inside him died with the flower.

"Enjoying your morning, Ross?" Said an all too familiar voice behind the flower care-taker.

"I was." Ryan sighed once again.

"Was?"

"Was, until you came over." Ryan said as he continued to water the growing plants he almost treated like his own children, not even looking at the slightly shorter boy.

"That's sort of rude, considering I'm technically your co-worker." Brendon replied calmly, inhaling the morning smell.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I would rather kill myself then work with you." Ryan said harshly, he didn't like to be fucked with in the morning.

"Hm, looks like someone didn't take their anger management pills this morning." Brendon shot at the older man.

"Please, the only management I need is to get a restraining order against you." Ryan scoffed as he finished up the last row of black roses.

"Or you just need me against you in general." Brendon said calmly with a smirk as Ryan slammed the waterer down in the wagon holding his tools, facing the rich man.

"Did you know I hate you with all the power inside me?" Ryan said as his face started to grow hot, this guy infuriated him, and he couldn't place a finger on it as to why.

"I do?" Brendon asked innocently, with a smile.

"Yes! You do." Ryan said as he stepped closer to Brendon, their faces just inches away.

Ryan's eyes looked down at Brendon's soft lips.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just looked at my lips." Brendon said, his smile growing wider across his face.

"Did not." Ryan said, feeling his cheeks grow pink.

"Did too." Brendon said licking his lips and leaning in.

Of course, Ryan leaned in towards Brendon as well, their lips pressed against each other and Ryan's eyes fluttered shut, he hated that he felt butterflies in his stomach anytime this big movie star talked to him or looked at him, but he couldn't help it, he had to admit, he had a big pop star crush on a big pop star.

The kiss wasn't sexual, nothing involving lust or sex, just pure need for the feeling of each others lips on their own.

Brendon pulled away first.

"If you hate me, why would you kiss back?" Brendon whispered with a snicker following his soft words.

Ryan, now angry once again, grabbed the handle to his red wagon full of flower tools and stormed off.

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Brendon shook his hands in the sink as he went to reach for a paper towel.

All of a sudden he heard a flush in one of the stalls, he didn't even think anyone was in here.

Of course, none other then the infamous Ryan Ross walked out of the middle stall with a plain expression across his face.

He made eye contact with Brendon through the mirror and rolled his eyes, scoffing, and mumbling under his breath.

"Still believe you hate me, huh?" Brendon asked with a chuckle.

"I don't believe it, I know it, asshole." Ryan said as he walked up to the sink, but Brendon stopped him and pressed his body against the clear wall, putting Ryan's hands above his head, leaning in to whisper in Ryan's ear.

"So, you would hate me even if I..." Brendon trailed off as he rolled his hips against Ryan's, causing friction between the two.

Ryan let a moan out, as much as he wanted to refuse to do it.

"Even if I...." Brendon continued to say as he pressed his lips forcefully against Ryan's, causing Ryan to open his mouth, allowing Brendon to slip his tongue inside of Ryan's mouth, their tongue's fought for dominance for awhile until Brendon pulled away, a smirk displaying across his face.

"I don't think "hate" is the right word to say how you feel about me." Brendon stated as he left Ryan against the wall, hot and bothered.

The door swang open as another person entered the bathroom, it was Spencer, of course, this is not what Ryan needed right now.

"So, Ryan, please tell me why you are up against the wall and I just saw Brendon leaving the bathroom?" Spencer said quirking his eyebrow.

"Nothing, mom." Ryan joked as he stood up straight and fixed his clothes.

"Nothing my ass. I know you guys have something going on." Spencer commented with a low chuckle.

"We dont."

"Yes, you do, I know it." Spencer pushed.

"We don't! Jesus Spencer, just believe me for once!" Ryan yelled as he stormed out of the once lust filled bathroom.