Lazy Days with my Bren.

*Kiana's POV*
I wake up to Brendon poking my cheek. "What the actual hell is wrong with you?" I ask sleepily. "Nothing, I like to pole you cheeks. It's fun." He says matter of factly. "We'll I have better things to do like sleep." I say back glaring at him. He starts to crack up and so do I. We can never be serious. Ever. "Aye, Brendon singggg for me." I sing. "Okay, what would you like for me to sing?" "Surprise me babe." Is all O say. I snuggle closer into his chest and he wraps his arms around me.
His chest vibe rates and he clears his throat. He then starts to slowly sing
"Take off those heels, lay on my bed.
Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair.
Poison in our veins, but we don't even care.
Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare.
Everybody wonders where we've run off to.
My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue.
Naughty, let's get naughty, girl it's only one or two.
The fever's fucking running, feel the heat between us two!

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride.
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby.
On you lady, all night, all, all night!
I'm gon' take care of your body,
I'll be gentle, don't you scream.
It's getting hotter, make it softer,
Feel your chest on top of me.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby.

On you lady, all night, all night!
I'm gon' make you feel that loving,
Getting weak all in your knees.
Kiss your body from the tip-top,
All the way down to your feet." He says coming to and end. I love his voice and that song gave me shivers. "Brendon why are you so fucking perfect?" "Why are you Fucking perfect, is more like the question that needs to be asked." I just chuckle. "You wanna do something?" Bren asks. "No. I want to stay in this bed all day." I mumble into his bare chest. "Okay babe." He says while jerking out his phone. "Bren what are you do-"
I was cut off by Brendon saying "Yes I would like to place an order, please. I would like a large Pepperoni pizza with a stuffed crust and 2 extra large orders of fries." "Okay bye." Then he hung up. "I love you, you know that right." I ask looking at him smiling. "You just love me because I sing to you and buy you fries." He says back chucking. "Rudee" I huff acting to be offended. He tackles me with a hug and starts to tickle me. "BREN, BREN STOP! I CAN'T BREATH! PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAH BRENDON BOYD URIE STOOPPP TOCKILING ME RIGHT NOW! HAHAHA." He pulls away and kisses me sweetly. "I find it sexy when you call me by my whole name. He says huskily in my ear. He starts to kiss my neck and bite it. Then the door bell rings. "I'm gonna go get it then we can resume what we were doing." He says while walking down stairs and winking at me. He left me breathless and very flustered. I hate how he can do this to me. I get up and put in The Notebook. I cuddle under the covers while the commercials play on screen. I hear Brendon coming up the stairs holding a box of pizza, a bag of fries, and two bottles of root beer.
He sits the box and bag down on the bed and reached me my root beer while sitting next to me. "No, No. No. Not the Notebook. I can't be a man and watch the Notebook." He argues. "We'll I can't be a woman if I Don't watch it" you say back."Fine, but only because I love you." He says. I press play and grab a slice of pizza from the box. I snuggle next to Brendon and watch the movie. We're not even half way through and Brendon ate most of the pizza and I ate most of the fries. I'm out of root beer and I'm kinda tired. Brendon leans over throwing the empty pizza box and empty bag into the floor along with our root beer bottles. And crawls on top of me with while kissing my neck and saying "how about we try that Grinding thing with no clothes on?" I can't even answer because he is already pulling my shirt over my head and kissing me all over. He is only in his shorts and I'm am left in my bra and pants. He jerks my pants off and then resumes kissing me. I tug at his shorts telling him I want them gone. He happily obliges. I'll leave the rest up to you... I can't write smut. I ain't no good at it. I just can't get the thoughts out of my head right....