The Waiter and The Musician (Ryden)

Chapter 12

Brendon hadn't heard from Dallon in months. He wasn't sure if it was because of Ryan. The boy practically lived at his house now. Ryan wanted to be there in case Dallon showed up. He told Brendon he'd protect him and that's what he was going to do. 

Ryan was laying across the couch with Brendon between his legs, leaning his head back on Ryan's chest. Ryan rested an arm behind his head and held Brendon's hand on the boy's chest. They were watching Mr. & Mrs. Smith, which included Brendon's occasional commentary.

"Would you kill me if it was your job?" Brendon asked during one of the fight scenes.

"Well, you're still alive, so what do you think?" Brendon looked up at him with his mouth hanging open. Ryan threw his head back, letting out a laugh. "I'm kidding babe. I could never kill you. I love you too much." Ryan wrapped both arms around the boy and kissed the side of his head. 

"I'd kill you for a capri sun." Ryan let go of Brendon and whacked him on the arm while Brendon giggled.

"You would not." 

"Try me," Brendon replied with a smile. Ryan shook his head as he smiled back. He turned back to the movie. Brendon turned over on him so he was on his stomach. "Babe," Brendon said to get the other's attention. He kept his eyes down to Ryan's chest.

"Yeah?" Ryan watched Brendon play with his shirt.

"So there's a coworker of mine that's getting married." Ryan nodded. "And she invited me to the wedding. She said I could bring someone." Brendon's voice went quieter as he continued. "Well, it's this weekend and I was wondering if you'd like to go? I know it's late notice and all..."

"Babe," Ryan said to stop the boy's rambling.

"So if you already have plans, I understand. I was gonna ask earlier, but when I got the invite, we were on our break thing.."

"Babe," Ryan repeated.

"Don't feel like you have to say yes. I'm okay going alone or I could not go at all. I don't like her that much anyway."

"Brendon!" Brendon snapped his head up, finally looking at Ryan."I'd love to go," Ryan said with a laugh. Brendon sighed in relief before planting a kiss on Ryan's lips. He turned around to get into his original position and held Ryan's hand.

(Time skip to the wedding reception that weekend)

Ryan and Brendon were sitting at a table next to the dance floor. Brendon was watching the bride and groom have their first dance as husband and wife. Ryan had his eyes on Brendon the whole time. He knew his boyfriend was emotional, but weddings brought out a whole new level of excitement. Brendon was such a hopeless romantic and Ryan loved it. 

Ryan could tell how gorgeous the bride was that night, but she had nothing on Brendon. He had on a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, suspenders, and black dress pants. The whole outfit was tied together with a small black bowtie and a pair of converse.

It was simple, but incredibly attractive. Ryan was dressed similarly only having a vest instead of suspender, a regular black tie, and dress shoes. 

Ryan noticed some girls looking over and smiling at Brendon throughout the night. Being the reasonable and non-jealous boyfriend he was, Ryan would pulled Brendon in for a kiss every time he caught a girl staring. Brendon, not noticing the girls, took it as Ryan being over affectionate and kissed back happily. 

Brendon got up to mingle with the other guests he knew. Ryan stayed at the table and admired his man from afar. It wasn't until he saw a tall man walk up to Brendon that he got up. He quickly made his way over to Brendon, not liking the way his boy had tensed up at the sight of the man.