Ryan's pov
"Ryannn! Where are we going!" Andy whines as I pull him up a balcony stair case.
We were barely fifteen when one of my cousins got married. Both of our parents forcing us to attend the wedding, to show us what was inevitably in both of our futures. Me and Andy only rolled our eyes paying more attention to each other then the couple being married. A constant flow of flirting happened through the entire ceremony. Hands going in places they shouldn't just to push the other to an edge we didn't know we had until that night. Even though we thought we were being discreet, our parents still noticing our constant closeness. My father and Andy's whispering and looking at us. Back then I pushed the thought far away and lived in the moment.
After the ceremony we all enjoyed the party afterwards. But this not being my first wedding to attend, and every time the couple leaves to do a wedding ritual. No one ever telling me what that was.
The curiosity finally getting to me, I dragged Andy up to the window above room that they went into."Look, every time someone has a wedding they leave to do some ritual that all royals are required to do. Aren't you curious what it is?"
"Not really...rye we shouldn't be doing this." I roll my eyes and pull him close so that we can both peak down through the ceiling window.
"What are they even doing?" He whispers tilting his head to get a better look.
"I don't know." There's a little group of people standing in a line in front of the door. The newly married couple standing next to each other in front of a bed.
"He's...he's unlacing her dress. In front of everyone?" Andy sends me a confused look, I just shrug not entirely sure what's happening myself. Soon enough they were both only in their under clothes. The girl glanced at the people in the room looking insecure about the situation. The man just smiled taking her chin in his hand making her look at him.
"Are they about to..." I say speaking my thoughts. The man slowly kisses her backing her until she hit the bed. Soft whimpering sounds escape her mouth. I look up at Andy and find his mouth is dropped open eyes wide. I glance back at the window and get up slightly, not wanting to hear or watch the rest of what's about to happen.
"Andy...come on I don't think we should stay and watch this." He nods his head following me down and out into my room.
"Rye. They were about to... in front of a whole bunch of people!"
"I know."
"And it's a royal ritual! That means one day me and you were going to have to..." he sits on my bed wide eyed with realization.
"Well, it won't be me and you. You'll be with your wife." I joke some what longing for him to be my husband.
"Ughhhhh. I don't wanna marry some girl! I don't wanna marry any one!" He whines falling backwards flat onto my bed. "And I for sure don't want to do that ritual."
I chuckle making my way towards him. "So, if I was an option you wouldn't marry me? That hurts my feelings" I fake pout laying on my back next to him.
"But you're not an option so it doesn't really matter." He takes a long glance at me rolling his eyes.
"But what if I was?"
"You're not"
"But what if I was?" I poke the side of his face softly.
"Your not!" He huffs getting annoyed of my constant poking.
"But what if I was!" I've always enjoyed how easily it is to completely annoy him. Fifteen year old Andy compared to Andy now hasn't changed much, personality wise. Still happy and annoyingly stubborn.
"Ugh that's it!" Before I even know what's happening my hands are pinned above my head. Andy's full body weight on my hips keeping me from from moving.
"What are you doing." I laugh
"You were annoying me."
"So, you decided to sit on me?"
"Mmm pretty Much. Yes." He smiles leaning closer to my face. His nose softly bumping mine making me break into a smile.
"Marry me." I whisper, his face flushes in response.
"You're not an option Ryan."
"Mmm well do I at least get a kiss?" I tease making a pouty face. "It will make up for hurting my feelings."
He rolls his eyes, but pecks my lips anyways. Kissing was never really a big deal with our friendship. More of a joke until the days it wasn't. This day being one of them. He looked at my eyes then back at my lips leaning to kiss me again. Neither of us knowing we were falling for each other.
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"Rye?" Andy's voice pulls me back to the present. "Are you oka.."I interrupt him with my lips. The drug in my system making me ache for his skin on mine. All the random memories of our past kisses and our close encounters running though my mind. I take his hands, that were threading through my hair, and push him down against the mattress. As I place my weigh on his hips, His breath hitches making me feel my pants growing inevitably tighter.
I lean down to kiss him softly. "Marry me?"
He snorts at the question taking a second to think about what I asked. "Don't you wish you could go back and tell our fifteen year old selves that it was an option."
I smirk loving how he was thinking about the same moment I was. "Marry me" I repeat, pecking his lips and traveling down to his neck.
"Fuck me."
My head shoots up at his words eyebrows raising.
"Andrew! Language!" I tease "That's a bold thing to ask coming from someone who has never been touched before."
"Ryan! Don't kill the mood just...just fuck me. Please." He says desperately moving his hips up to get some kind of friction, this making me realize how hard he was. I press down on his hips making him whimper clearly frustrated with me.
"I'm not going to fuck you Andy."
"What? Why not!" He half laugh half whines. His breath is staggered and his hair is messy. The blue in his eyes almost taken over by his dilated pupils. The site under me was quite breathtaking, and the thought of him coming apart under me makes me bite down on my bottom lip.
"I'm not going to just fuck you Andy.." I move brushing my lips on his meeting his eyes
"I'm going to make love to you."
A/n
I'm sorry I'm dragging out the inevitable smut. But I really wanted to write it in Andy's pov. So next chapter!!Did u guys think that ritual was weird because I was reading about 18th century weddings and that ritual was an actual thing. They called it bedding/consummation. Soo just historical facts while reading fanfics 😂
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