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"do you want to borrow some clothes?" brendon asked as he pulled ryan toward his bedroom. they had been sitting in brendon's living room watching some show that neither of them remember because they might have just been making out the whole time.
ryan nodded, "if you don't mind." he rubbed his eyes like a toddler, fatigue slowly growing on him. brendon nodded and found ryan a shirt to sleep in and some sweatpants. "here, if you want there's a bathroom pass that door." brendon informed and let ryan shuffle towards the bathroom.
brendon began to change himself and also began to think, why did ryan call? why couldn't he stay at home? the worry that he felt when ryan called him earlier started to settle in again.
when he heard the click of the bathroom door he decided that he would ask, but right now he's going to admire how cute ryan looked in his clothes. "your pants are a little big on me." ryan blushed as he tried to tie the drawstrings tight enough so that the pants don't slip off his hips right then and there. brendon looked at ryan, fond pouring from his face, "you look cute." brendon smiled and walked towards ryan kissing his forehead, "cmon, let's lay down- i'm so tired." the adult looked at ryan
through his lashes and saw him falling asleep on the spot.
the couple got situated in bed, brendon's hand holding ryans waist, tubing circles into his skin with his thumb, he watched ryan take a deep breath in and out. he flicked his eyes back up to ryans to see them already staring at him, switching his line of vision back down to watch the fabric above his hand shift slightly as brendon continued rubbing ryans side. "why did you call me?" brendon asked, breaking the silence and looked back up to ryan. he looked down i between them, looking at their legs intertwined deliberately in an unorganized manner. he tried his best to shrug, "things got bad at home." he whispered, memories of before rushing through his mind although they quickly washed away when he looked into brendon's soft eyes. "how so?" brendon asked still rubbing circles into his skin. ryan shrugged again, "dad was yelling got a little aggressive, didn't want to do something stupid you know?" ryan laughed and tried to hold his tears back. brendon's thumb stopped moving and his fingertips pressed into his skin protectively.
the silence weighed on ryans chest like a ton, he hid his eyes behind his eyelids afraid of a judgmental stare from brendon. "does he hurt you, ry?" brendon asked trying to keep his cool, anger boiled at the pit of his stomach at the thought of someone hurting ryan with intention. ryan took a quick breath before smiling sadly, "no, no he doesn't hurt me. he hasn't in a while at least." ryan kept his gaze down as he felt brendon's hand leave his waist, making his skin cold where his hand previously laid. he knew this would happen if he told someone, they would think he was broken. no one wants a broken person. brendon almost stood out of bed to go back home but he felt the same warm hand fall gently on his cheek. he opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend who was staring at him with such an intense feeling ryan couldn't identify it. "i won't let him hurt you again, ever-" brendon cut himself off before he spit out the three words that burned his throat. ryan nodded and looked back just the same. brendon leaned forward and tried to convey the same feeling he felt through that kiss, when he pulled away it took everything in his body not to tell him, even biting his lip could barely keep his mouth shut.
"goodnight b." ryan smiled and cuddled into brendon's chest, finding warmth and comfort in his boyfriends arms. brendon smiled and rested his chin atop ryans head pulling him closer than he was before, "goodnight ry," i love you
