Hate to Love You [Ryden]

A Brendon You Can't Sweat Out

Ryan's Point of View* 

We arrived in Maryland two weeks ago, and since we've been here none of us have had one ounce of alone time, other than using the bathroom or showering.

We've been busy trying to write more songs, we're getting on each others nerves, and I don't think I can take much more of it. 

"I don't like those lyrics." Spencer said to Brendon.

"And why the hell not?" Brendon placed his hands on his bare hips and stared at Spencer.

"I just don't." He's been pissed off all day because Brendon ate the last bit of Froot Loops this morning.

"Oh, get over it Spencer." Brendon dropped his pencil and went to sit on the small couch in the small apartment.

"We should just take a break." I suggested.

"Thank God!" Spencer stood from the chair he's claimed as his and went to the bedroom that we all shared, taking Jon with him. And I sat next to Brendon.

"I liked your lyrics," I said trying to get him to smile. "but I don't think they fit in with the rest of song. Maybe we could add them to another song?" Brendon looked at me with a half smile and nodded.

"Okay," he rested his head on my shoulder, and I rested my head on his. "I wish we could have some time alone. I can't remember the last time it was just you and me." 

"The night before we left. Two weeks ago." I stated.

"I'm having Ryan withdraws." He laughed.

I heard the bedroom door open and Jon and Spencer came out looking like they were leaving.

"We're going out for a few. Don't bother waiting up for us." Spencer said and dragged Jon out the door with him.

"Bet he comes back with more Froot Loops." Brendon said making me laugh.

"Looks like we're alone now." I said quietly. He lifted his head and looked at me.

"Come on," he smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the couch and taking me to the bedroom.

We laid down on the bottom bunk that we shared, Brendon on top of me and his lips connecting with mine. Our tongues were massaging each other softly and Brendon was putting his hands all over me.

I placed my hands on his back, digging my nails into his skin surely leaving marks, but he wouldn't mind. He liked it when I marked my territory.

His hips were rolling into mine and his erection was bulging through his pajama pants.

"I want you so bad, Ry." He whispered in my ear. His breath sent shivers down my spine and I closed my eyes.

"I want you too, Bren." I whispered back. His lips were touching the skin on my neck, lightly sucking and biting and then he sat up and...

"Ow, fuck!" I couldn't help but laugh, because that's not the first time he's done that and he knows better. "Shut up, ass." 

"Let's get on the floor." Brendon got off of me and grabbed the blanket from the bunk above us and laid it down on the floor between the bunk beds. I threw a pillow down and this time, Brendon was laying down and I got on him.

"Changing things up?" I asked pressing my lips to his.

"I want you to fuck me this time. You bottomed last time." He smiled against my lips and I pressed harder against him.

I loved hearing him say dirty stuff when we were being intimate. 

Brendon pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it somewhere and his hands slipped in my pajama pants and then those came off along with my boxers.