The slight heat of sunshine across his nose is what wakes Ryan up. That, and the soft touch of Mikey's lips to his own.
Ryan blinks, eyelashes brushing Mikey's cheek as he pulls away. "Hey," he whispers, voice a hoarse sort of quiet in the morning.
"Morning," Mikey greets him, pecking the corner of his eye and rolling away to touch his feet to the ground and walk over to the closet.
Ryan watches Mikey's bare back as he moves away. The realization creeps over him slowly, and when it finally sinks all the way in he can't help but blurt out suddenly, "We slept together last night?"
Mikey turns back to face him, slipping a shirt over his head. It makes his hair tousle adorably. "Yeah."
Ryan pulls himself out of Mikey's bed. "Okay," he says, trying to process. Then he looks around. "Where's my shirt?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't wear one," Mikey says, coming over to pull Ryan into a hug, both of them still warm from sleep. "You're so beautiful like this."
Ryan presses his face into Mikey's shoulder, breathing him in. "But your brother," he mumbles.
"Gerard doesn't mind," Mikey says, carding his hand through Ryan's soft, feathery brown hair. Ryan is so small and warm in his arms.
Ryan doesn't say anything for a moment, just lets Mikey play with his hair. It feels so nice. "Thanks for letting me stay here again," he says, genuinely grateful. Mikey is such a good friend. More than a friend, he thinks, but he's not sure exactly what they are.
"It's fine," Mikey mumbles. "Besides, Gerard likes having you here anyway."
Ryan nods (as much as he can with his face still stuck to Mikey's shoulder) and Mikey pulls away and says, "Come on. I can hear Gerard making breakfast for us."
Ryan is pulled out of Mikey's bedroom without a shirt on, despite a muttered protest, and as they enter the kitchen Gerard smiles at them from his place by the stove. "Morning, lovebirds."
They both blush.
"So shy, you too," Gerard mutters, pausing before he adds, "Brendon's coming over later, Mikey."
Mikey nods in acknowledgment. Brendon is Gerard's boyfriend. He and Gerard are both energetic, artistic personalities who somehow match each other perfectly. Gerard says Mikey and Ryan are the same, but in a quiet, silent way. It's true. They understand each other, without words, in ways no one else ever will.
Without thinking, Mikey pushes Ryan against the counter and kisses him, deep but sweet. Ryan lets out a surprised, protesting sound, and Gerard only looks on, quirking an eyebrow. "Mikey," Ryan gasps, yanking his head back so he can breathe. "What--" He meets Mikey's eyes, confused.
Mikey smiles at him. "Eat."
They feed each other through breakfast, small, seeking kisses in between. Gerard has to roll his eyes at them a few times.
Afterwards, Ryan packs up his stuff in Mikey's room, tugging his shirt on and letting Mikey slip his hand into his pants, kissing him hard until he can't breathe.
"Don't tease me right before I have to go," he says, hiding the flush on his face.
"It's not my fault if I can't get enough of you."
Ryan doesn't pull away as Mikey kisses him again, hard and wanting, even though they can't do anything now. "Thanks," he says quietly as Mikey pulls away.
Mikey smiles, half-sad, as he walks Ryan to the door. He wishes Ryan could stay with him forever.