Ryan just wants them all to be friends and maybe he wants to show them that he's able to manage on his own. Just a little bit. "Just wanted to," Ryan says in a tight voice.
"Hey." Mikey bumps Ryan's hip. Ryan looks up and catches Mikey grinning at him. "Wait, you got something there." Mikey reaches up and wipes something from Ryan's cheek. Except for how he forgets to take his hand away.
"Hi," Ryan says and his throat is dry and he has to swallow before any sound will come out.
"Hey." Mikey's close, he wasn't that close before, and he's looking at Ryan and Ryan's heart starts beating very, very fast.
Mikey's lips are dry and soft. He kisses slow and gentle, so different from anyone else Ryan's kissed recently. Mikey doesn't let Ryan push him, though, keeps the kiss sweet and shallow.
Ryan maybe kind of wants to press Mikey against the counter and see what he needs to do to get Mikey to kiss him hard.
"Hey," Mikey says again, against Ryan's lips.
Ryan smiles, despite himself. "You're a good conversationalist," he says.
"Fuck you," Mikey says. He kisses Ryan again. Ryan maybe clings a little, lets Mikey's calm sweep over him. He feels better when they break for air next.
"Hi," Ryan says this time. Mikey's lips are red and a bit swollen, and Ryan's brain is kind of stuck on that.
"Now who's eloquent?" Mikey says grinning.
Ryan leans in for another kiss, but then the door bell rings, the door opens and Brendon yells, "Honey, we're home!"
"Fuck!" Ryan lets go of Mikey. "The food isn't ready and they're already here and fuck--"
"Did we interrupt something?" Spencer's eyeing Mikey and Ryan, but he doesn't let on what he's feeling.
"Um, no."
"We were making dinner," Mikey says stoically, and Ryan could kiss him again. When he considers that he might get to later, he can't suppress a grin.
"Suuure," Brendon says. He's grinning. "Just like Spencer and I did not at all give each other blow jobs before we left because we couldn't wait until tonight."
Ryan groans. "Oversharing!"
"Brendon!" Spencer sounds chastising, but he's also blushing a bit, so it's true and, fuck, Ryan will never get that image out of his brain.
Brendon beams, unabashed. Ryan maybe hates him a little bit.
Mikey leans in close. "If you make it through this dinner," he says, "maybe we could do that mutual blow job thing."
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"Just wanted to," Ryan says in a tight voice.
"Hey." Mikey bumps Ryan's hip. Ryan looks up and catches Mikey grinning at him. "Wait, you got something there." Mikey reaches up and wipes something from Ryan's cheek. Except for how he forgets to take his hand away.
"Hi," Ryan says and his throat is dry and he has to swallow before any sound will come out.
"Hey." Mikey's close, he wasn't that close before, and he's looking at Ryan and Ryan's heart starts beating very, very fast.
Mikey's lips are dry and soft. He kisses slow and gentle, so different from anyone else Ryan's kissed recently. Mikey doesn't let Ryan push him, though, keeps the kiss sweet and shallow.
Ryan maybe kind of wants to press Mikey against the counter and see what he needs to do to get Mikey to kiss him hard.
"Hey," Mikey says again, against Ryan's lips.
Ryan smiles, despite himself. "You're a good conversationalist," he says.
"Fuck you," Mikey says. He kisses Ryan again. Ryan maybe clings a little, lets Mikey's calm sweep over him. He feels better when they break for air next.
"Hi," Ryan says this time. Mikey's lips are red and a bit swollen, and Ryan's brain is kind of stuck on that.
"Now who's eloquent?" Mikey says grinning.
Ryan leans in for another kiss, but then the door bell rings, the door opens and Brendon yells, "Honey, we're home!"
"Fuck!" Ryan lets go of Mikey. "The food isn't ready and they're already here and fuck--"
"Did we interrupt something?" Spencer's eyeing Mikey and Ryan, but he doesn't let on what he's feeling.
"Um, no."
"We were making dinner," Mikey says stoically, and Ryan could kiss him again. When he considers that he might get to later, he can't suppress a grin.
"Suuure," Brendon says. He's grinning. "Just like Spencer and I did not at all give each other blow jobs before we left because we couldn't wait until tonight."
Ryan groans. "Oversharing!"
"Brendon!" Spencer sounds chastising, but he's also blushing a bit, so it's true and, fuck, Ryan will never get that image out of his brain.
Brendon beams, unabashed. Ryan maybe hates him a little bit.
Mikey leans in close. "If you make it through this dinner," he says, "maybe we could do that mutual blow job thing."
Ryan grins. That he can totally do.