FEVERISH [RYDEN] [REPOST]

MOONLIGHT

"Oh, lord, Ryan."

Brendon hugged him, wiping one of Ryan's tears on his forefinger.

"I'm fine now, just-"

"How bad was it, on a scale of 1-10?"

"11."

"Want a glass of wine?"

"Do we have the money for that?"

It was then, as Ryan followed Brendon backed to the couch, that he realized the house was clean. Brendon must've gotten bored while he was gone- something about the mental image of Brendon, sorting their combined laundry, wiping down the counter, drying the dishes, made Ryan feel- almost soft. It gave him a weird warm feeling in his belly.

He sat down next to him, whatever movie Brendon was watching played, muffled, as Brendon poured him a glass from the bottle on the living room table.

Brendon had set a glass out for him in advance.

Ryan took a sip, leaning into Brendon slightly, Brendon leaving a kiss on Ryan's cheek. Ryan turned to intercept it, meeting him on the lips, kissing him sweetly as his last tears fell.

He set his glass down mindlessly, still kissing Brendon, Brendon trailing a hand slightly up Ryan's shirt. Ryan pushed forward, kissing slightly harder, Brendon rutting up into him for a second.

Brendon let a contented noise slip out as Ryan pushed him back on the couch, still tonguing at his lips, Brendon grasping onto his back.

And then Brendon was being straddled, and he was laughing slightly as Ryan pulled his shirt off. Ryan threw it across the room, bowing down over Brendon, Brendon looking up at him with a lazy smile and wide eyes.

"You're so pretty, you know that?"

Ryan was looming over Brendon, his legs wrapped around Brendon's waist, his hands supporting himself on either side of Brendon's head. Brendon was flushed already, probably hard, not breaking eye contact with Ryan for an instant.

"I know. I'm practically ethereal."

"Damn, I shouldn't have told you that," Ryan mumbled, trailing a finger slowly up Brendon's shirt. "I can't be fueling a raging narcissist."

"I'm not a raging narcissist."

Brendon was running his hands up and down Ryan's back, smiling slightly as Ryan bit his lip.

"I'm just better than everybody else."

Ryan let out a laugh, throwing his head back, rocking on Brendon's crotch for a moment. He brought his left hand down, experimentally, on Brendon's throat, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

"Do I have to put you in your place, then?"

Brendon let out a whimper.

"Do I?"

Brendon's voice had become husky, muted, and instead of moving his hands up and down Ryan's back he had suddenly dug his nails there.

"Yeah. I- Yeah."

Ryan pushed off of Brendon, pulling his belt out, watching as Brendon did the same.

"Woah- woah- did I say you could do that?"

This was all very new for Ryan, but he was rather enjoying it. He liked power trips, and he liked how obvious it was that it was turning Brendon on.

Brendon's hands stopped instantly, falling to his sides.

"Come on, stand up, come here."

Brendon complied, moving over to Ryan hastily, standing in between Ryan's legs as Ryan stayed seated on the couch. He was pressed in between the table and Ryan, Ryan slowly undoing Brendon's belt, glancing up at Brendon every few seconds.