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The entire day had been taken up by constant work. It wasn't even unpleasant; he genuinely enjoyed work, he liked meeting up with friends and going to social events on occasion. But his feet were aching, his head felt too heavy to hold up, and he just wanted to rest. Some silence and peace sounded like music to his ears. The drive home was nice – finally alone – and the gentle humming of the tires over the asphalt was grounding him.
It had been dark for hours by the time he returned home, silently, trying not to wake Brendon. The lights in the living room were still lit, but Brendon tended to wait for him and fall asleep on the couch. In truth, he felt quite bad about it, didn't like Brendon not being comfortable, and any time he even breathed the slightest objection to him doing it, Brendon looked at him with narrowed eyes, and he was already wondering why he ever thought it was a good idea to bring it up in the first place.
The kitchen smelled nice; he didn't recognise the smell, but he already saw a note on the fridge, no doubt telling him there's food waiting for him. Rustling came from the couch, and Brendon's head of sleep-messy hair peeked over at him. His eyes were impossibly big and still blinking awake, "You're home!"
"Hi," was all Ryan managed to say. He never got over his crush on Brendon, still left speechless.
"Man, you're out of it," Brendon laughed and walked over to him with the blanket around his shoulders. He hugged him deeply and buried his face in Ryan's neck, "Missed you," he murmured.
Ryan easily pulled him closer, resting his chin atop Brendon's head. "Missed you too," he said and pressed a gentle kiss on his temple. He felt Brendon smile against his skin.
"How was it?" Brendon asked; he was swaying them side to side, probably listening to some music inside his head.
"Work was good, Spence is great, Z's friend had a nice opening, I see the vision, don't really see the outcome, but I basically never do, so it's fine," he said. He smoothed down Brendo's shirt, then cupped his shoulder to shelter him closer to himself.
"You? Never," Brendon laughed. "Remember that one time, you know, in Rome-" Brendon started.
Ryan quickly covered his mouth, "No, I don't think I do," Ryan said, but he was smiling along. Brendon kissed his palm, and Ryan took it off, and they both leaned towards each other. The kiss was soft and sweet, and everything Ryan needed — right now, from life, possibly forever. Brendon was doing most of the work, loving his bottom lip slowly; Ryan was openly letting himself be kissed. He cradled Brendon's jaw gently, growing the kiss to something more solid, even more real and vivid. Brendon's lips were just so soft.
"I fucking love your mouth," Ryan breathed when they broke apart, "Love it," he said and stole a quick kiss to punctuate his point.
Brendon looked down, somehow still bashful when getting complimented. He bit his bottom lip, probably entirely unaware of just how tempting he looked. He looked back up at Ryan, his gorgeous brown eyes focused only on him. Ryan couldn't help but kiss him again. There was practically nothing he wouldn't do to keep Brendon just where he was. Still, he didn't know exactly what Brendon was thinking when they got caught up in their staring trances. Ryan felt like he was still a teenager, staring at Brendon and feeling no less giddy when Brendon paid him any mind.
"Wanna go to bed? Or shower first?" Brendon asked. He was hanging off his shoulders, and looking up at him in such an endearing manner, Ryan had to pause for a moment.
"You can go ahead and go sleep, I'll take a quick shower," he offered, and steered them in the direction of the bedroom.
"Want some company?" Brendon wiggled his eyebrows at him.
"You in a shower with me? Just about heaven. Go to sleep, though, B," he said, and gently combed his fingers through Brendon's hair.
Brendon kissed him quickly on the cheek, "Nuh, uh." Brendon stepped away from him, and Ryan immediately felt cold, though he made up for it when he gently took hold of his hand and led them to the bathroom instead.
He lit the warm mirror light in favour of the overhead one. He turned the water on and nudged Ryan to lift his arms. Ryan obliged, and Brendon slowly took off his shirt, then grazed the entire length of Ryan's long arms with his hands. Ryan did the same for him, partly because he still felt awkward when all of the attention was on him. Brendon's torso, now bare, was a wide, tempting expanse of pale skin. They got fully undressed and stepped under the warm spray of the shower. It was so pleasant that Ryan's head fell back, just feeling the day's stress and weight drip off him. He had his eyes closed, but he could tell Brendon was looking at him, tracing him at first just with his eyes, then with his fingertips as well.
He must have reached for Ryan's bodywash, Ryan could tell by the sound of the cap, "No, wait," Brendon immediately stilled, "Can you use yours?" Ryan now opened his eyes; Brendon was looking at him intently and still somehow tenderly gave his neck a blink long, lingering kiss, then switched to his own.
Brendon's body wash had gone through a long evolution from the cheapest whatever number in one, to an entire produce section of fruit, and now settled on something adult enough, but still sufficiently whimsical to be him. He was making his way through a brand Ryan didn't know — apart from the fact that the current bottle was green.
"This one smells good," Ryan commented as Brendon was gently washing him. He was so careful and tender, Ryan wanted to melt. He was close enough to it anyway, with the warm water and Brendon next to him. He blindly reached for Brendon's body wash, at least return the favour.
"You gotta use yours," Brendon said, "So it's equal."
Ryan was breathless for a moment, then nodded aimlessly. "You don't realise how insanely hot that is," Ryan told him.
Brendon laughed at him, "Uh, kinda do." He took the showerhead and rinsed Ryan's skin of the white tufts. Ryan hurried to reciprocate until he thought he did his job well enough. He reached for his towel, but Brendon beat him to it, "Gotta finish what I started," Brendon told him. Ryan smiled lightly and let him towel him dry and followed Brendon's lead.
Their bedroom was opposite the bathroom, and they tumbled onto the bed, deep under their sheets. Ryan couldn't get over it, how he was now part of Brendon, how they were each other. He kissed Brendon — intended to do it once, but they both got tangled in sleepy, lazy pressing of lips, and Ryan was getting lost in the sensation, on the edge of sleep.
Their naked skin pressed together — warm enough to go without pajamas. They gre too tire at some point and Ryan burrowed under Brendon's chin, in the crook between his shoulder and neck. Brendon embraced him warmly, playing with Ryan's hair. Ryan traced purposeless patterns over Brendon's back, making sure not to tickle him.
"I love you," Brendon told him fondly, with a small kiss on his temple, a kiss goodnight.
"Bet you anything I love you more," Ryan said adoringly. "Hope I dream of you," he told Brendon, then pressed closer and finally let sleep take him.