Raised by Ronnie.

First kiss.

†Ryan†

After the show, Ronnie walked backstage and straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 

"Ryan." Derek called, gesturing towards the door. I fist-bumped him and walked over to the bathroom door. I could hear Ronnie softly crying, and the sound broke my heart. He liked to pretend that shit didn't bother him, but every time someone said something like that he fell apart after the show. He really was trying to make himself better, and after everything he's been through, people still say things to hurt him. I knocked softly on the door.

"Ronnie?" 

"Come in." he said, his voice hoarse from crying. I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Ronnie was sitting on the floor, eyeliner leaking down his face and his eyes red-raw from the tears. 

"Hey, it's okay. That guy was an asshole, don't worry about him. Your fans are all proud of you, and we're proud of you, and your Dad's proud of you, and that's all you need." I said, sitting on the floor next to him and putting my arm around him. He buried his face in my chest and cried some more as I stroked his hair. 

"Thank you, Ryan. I love you man." he said, looking me straight in the eye and smiling softly. I smiled back and stroked his cheek. 

"It's okay, you know I'm always here for you." And then something happened. I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned in and kissed him. I realised what I'd done, and that he probably didn't want me to or whatever, so I went to pull away, but he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his lips back to mine, and we started kissing each other. I'd never kissed him before, but he was fucking amazing. He tangled his hand in my hair and kissed me more passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him, deepening our kiss. I felt him slide his tongue into my mouth and I moaned, feeling myself get stiff. He got the hand that wasn't in my hair and began to rub the bulge in the front of my jeans. I moaned loudly with pleasure and this time he moaned too. Our breathing got deeper and I let one of my hands run down his bare chest, my nails scratching the skin. 

"Ryan..." he breathed into my lips, then he pulled away.

"We should go out to the guys." he said, his voice shaking. I stood up and pulled him up with me. 

"Um, yeah." I agreed, trying to figure out what had just happened. Without a word, Ronnie and I left the bathroom and  went out to our band.