Troubled Soul (ryden fanfic)

Chapter 17:: No not yet.

(Brendon's p.o.v)

    After we got back from the record shop I took us to, we settled back into our apartment. I set up the record player on the floor and plugged it in. "What do you want to listen too!" I yelled, Ryan was in the bathroom. "Anything!" He yelled back. I smirked and put on a slow Beatles song. I got up and straightened up my clothes, making sure I look presentable.

    I stood outside of the bathroom door, waiting for him to get out. He's such a girl when it comes to the bathroom, unless he's taking a shit. The door finally opened and attacked him by jumping a hug towards him, wrapping myself completely around him. He was a little scared considering his heart was jumping out of his chest. I started to peck his neck over and over again, "Come on," I whispered into his neck. After I pulled him into the empty living room, he noticed the song that was playing. He smiles at the ground and looks up into my brown eyes.

   I grin as I rest my hands around his waist, swaying to the music, "Oh Urie," he said as he put his arms around my neck. We swayed to the beat to of the music, our foreheads touching together, and our lips close together so that we are breathing each others air. I sneak a peck at his lips and then draw back, swirling him like a girl would. He rolled out and then twisted back into my arms. My arms around his waist as his back is towards me, his hands on mine, our bodies melting together. I spin him back around to face me again, I miss his beautiful face.

"Your beautiful," I state, whispering against his cheek. He simply shakes his head and squeezes his grip on me. "Yes Ry," I then kiss his cheek softly.

    "Thank you Bren, you are too." He whispers and runs his hands down my back to my hips. He firmly tightens his grip as if I was trying to get away, "I'm not going anywhere," I say against his neck. I lay a sweet kiss upon it. He pulls back and stares into my soul. He slowly leans in, bringing one of his hands to my cheek. I rest my hands on his upper chest, we stopped swaying. He was leaning in way to slow, teasing me. I groan and finish the job by bringing my lips to his.

      We slowly kiss, trying to get every inch of each others lips, but it wasn't enough. I lick the bottom of his lip, asking for an entrance inside. He opens his mouth but closes it really quickly. That fucking tease, "Your such a tease," I say against his lips, while my mouth was still open he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I smiled a little as he explored my mouth I got a little lick of his tongue agianst mine and he tasted amazing. Better than any other girl that I have kissed.

    I started getting closer to his chest which caused him to walk back a little because he lost his balance. While he was walking backwards. I gently pushed him to the nearest wall and went up against him, passionately kissing without breaking it once. I was leaning against against his legs which caused our groins to touch.

   I moan a little once he moves his knee up and down, rubbing against me. We have never gone as far as blow-jobs, at my house we just exchanged hand jobs and blow-jobs, not the special stuff. I haven't lost my virginity yet, I just get hand-jobs by girls.

    We continue to make out for like 15 minutes, before things get to heated, I break apart. "Brendon," Ryan whispers above my lips, "Yes," I say.

"I want you to make love to me." He says lovingly. I love how he said he wants to make love, not have sex, not fuck, but make love. Like real love is supposed to do. He is perfect. We are perfect together.

"Of course," I moan, "But we need preparation, which I don't have." I pull away a little bit and grab his hand, intertwining our hands together. I lead him out of the apartment into the elevator. "Where are we going?" He asks. "Going to buy things," I winked while squeezing his hand. He smirks and kisses my cheek.

     After the elevator ride we go out into the streets hand in hand, it was raining of course. Ryan didn't have a jacket so of course I did the cliche action, "Here," I say as I take off my jacket and wrap it around him, he looks at me in surprise, "No, your going to be cold," He says worriedly, "No, I-I'm okay," I shrug and shiver at the cold air.

   He puts one arm in the jacket and suddenly pulls me closer to his side. He wraps the other side of the jacket around me so it looked like we were sharing a jacket. I chuckle and put my arms through it. We still had both free hands, so we held them together. We walked down the road to the liqour store for things.

    Someone scoffed at us and muttered, "Wow, look, fags." It was a lady. I was so close to saying something but Ryan tightened the grip on my hand. I'm guessing he heard it too. I sighed and we walked into the store in our awkward position together.

  We went into the convenient section and grabbed condoms and lube. It was awkward buying it but it got a funny reaction out of the clerk. His lip was raised as he scanned them and shoved them towards us. We put it in the bag and left the store. Once we got out we giggled and I kissed his cheek.

    We walked the opposite direction of our apartment, "Where are we going Bren?" He asked me, with an eyebrow lifted up. "Mattress Discounters," I winked. He laughed and rested his head on my shoulder.

    As we got in the store everyone eyed us, it was weird. I rolled my eyes and we walked towards the cheapest mattress. We got out of our sweater bundle and laid on it.

"Comfy?" I ask. He shakes his head, "Okay next one." We get up and go to the one next to it, it was a queen size and was very cushioned, only $300.

"How about this one?" I ask him while grabbing his hand.

"This one is perfect." He says dreamily. "Alright lets get it." I say.

"Um Bren how are we going to get it home? And your not going to pay this time." He declares. I roll my eyes,

"We will have to carry it, and fine we can split it, okay?" I result to my final decision. He looks over at me, "Fine, let's go." He gets up with me and we carry the mattress to the check out. The clerk gave us a weird look, we were still carrying the bag with our necessities in it. I held back a laugh and began to take out my wallet, Ryan did the same.

    We split the pay and walked home. It was a struggle and we had to stop for rests. So overall it took at least half an hour to get home. Getting it in the elevator was a struggle since it was half its size, but we made it work.

   Once we finally made it back to the apartment, we carried it into the bedroom and put it up against the wall, in the middle. I smiled and went into me and Ryan's bag. I grabbed our pillows and sheets. I threw it on the bed and happily sighed.

   Ryan came up next to me and put his arm around my waist. We looked at the bed, it was two pillows and a blanket, it was perfect.