Melt your headaches|Ryden 1x1 w/ chemicalwinter

[throam]

//KASHDFIJKSDH//

Brendon closed his eyes happily, feeling like everything was perfect and weightless for a moment. Then he realized the weight of it. "Always." He thought. Forever, endless, always. He shivered a little, hoping with everything that the statement was true.

[ChemicalWinter]

//OOPS//

Ryan brushed Brendon’s hair out of his face, smiling as he trailed his fingertips down the other male’s nose, gently pressing them against his lips. Then he comfortingly rubbed Brendon’s arm, tracing over the bare skin. He decided to let Brendon process all of this, as he realized he’d kind of said a lot.

[throam]

Brendon kept his eyes closed and tilted his head down a little, hair falling over his eyes. He reached to Ryan's hand and let his fingers interlace with his. He held Ryan's hand to his cheek, his lips softly pressing against it.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan smiled a little lopsidedly, giving Brendon’s hand a gentle squeeze. He wanted to say it so, so badly. He didn’t have the guts to. Not now, not yet. “You’re beautiful.” Ryan whispered softly, not sure if Brendon even heard it. He loved the other male’s soft skin pressed against his hand. His heart swelled up.

[throam]

Brendon was happy in that moment. He wanted to snuggle up against Ryan right there and talk about their memories forever. But obviously that wasn't realistic in the setting, so he just looked up at Ryan adoringly, one eye covered by his hair. He smiled innocently.

[ChemicalWinter]

//his his//

Ryan leaned forward, giving Brendon a gentle kiss on his head. Then he pulled back a little and stared into Brendon’s eyes. “How did I get so lucky?” He grinned some.

[throam]

//the word "hair" likes giving me problems. This is a sign for me to stay on my computer when writing//

Brendon looked back at Ryan as he realized how lucky he was as well. "Brent Wilson." He joked with a playful smirk and a hint of disgust in his voice.

[ChemicalWinter]

“Oh my god.” Ryan snorted, pulling his hand away. He leaned back in his chair and chuckled at Brendon’s mischiviousness. “You got me there.” Ryan facepalmed, although not really disappointed.

[throam]

Brendon grinned and sat back in his chair. "Thanks, Brent." He said, crossing one of his legs over the other. He glanced over at the cooler. "Do we have any water?" He asked, his mouth still a bit dry from the gummy sharks, even though the watermelon had helped.

[ChemicalWinter]

“Nooo Wilson!” Ryan said dramatically like Tom Hanks in Castaway. He reached into the cooler and grabbed a cold water bottle, handing it over to Brendon. “I knew you’d get thirsty at some point.” He said. At this point, Ryan could safely act like he knew everything about Brendon. Even though he didn’t.