Missing in Action

Chapter 009

The snicker finally came out full force for a few moments before Ryan managed to force it down, craning his neck and pressing his lips against Brendon's. It was becoming easier, more natural, by now. Perhaps not least because he wasn't full of nerve-wracking doubts about his own adequacy or how to do it right anymore. It was actually... nice, in a way. Although, really, that didn't matter. Didn't really have an impact on anything at all. He pushed away his ever-intrusive thoughts and reached up a hand to cup Brendon's cheek as their lips started to move slowly against each other. The angle was awkward, though, and the strain in Ryan's neck forced him to pull away after another few seconds. "Just... a sec," he muttered with a small... was that a giggle? No, a laugh, most definitely so. He pulled up his legs and rose up on his knees before leaning in again. The angle was still not the best, but definitely better than before, and as their lips realigned, Brendon's hand immediately tangled in his hair, and a slick tongue started probing carefully at the seams of Ryan's mouth. The elder of the two opened up immediately, and Ryan couldn't help a small moan rumbling in his chest as he sucked Brendon's tongue inside. Damn, this wasn't supposed to affect him like this.

Brendon chuckled softly when Ryan had to rearrange his position, then quickly pushed his lips against Ryan's own soft ones. Leaning forward, he shivered when Ryan moaned, panting through his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. God, this felt good. He slid his hands through Ryan's hair, then down to his neck, pulling him forward, though no urging was needed. He pulled away when he needed air, gasped in a lungful, and then smashed his mouth back onto Ryan's. The tongue tangled with his was slick and warm. He had thought, only a few weeks ago, that this would gross him out. Instead, he revelled in it. Pushing himself up, Brendon carefully manoeuvred their bodies until he was half-laying on top of Ryan, his hands now flat on the other boy's chest. He could feel warm skin through the shirt Ryan was wearing, could feel the other boy's nipples hardening beneath his palms. Brendon pulled back with a soft gasp, kissing Ryan's chin, the corner of his mouth, before raising his head to peer at the other boy. He was quite sure that his whole face was red by the way his skin almost burned, but it certainly wasn't from embarrassment. Biting his lip, Brendon continued breathing loudly through his nose, hoping that Ryan didn't think him some sort of-- tease, for having stopped.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ryan managed to calm his racing heart even as he lifted his hands, letting one rest on the back of Brendon's neck, the other caressing his cheek as a soft smile spread over his face. His lips felt swollen, face flushed and hair mussed, but for some reason he didn't mind. Probably because he merely mirrored his counterpart on those counts. Lying on his back on the couch, which he suddenly wasn't even sure how it had happened in the first place, made him feel oddly exposed, and Brendon's hands felt heavier on his chest than they rightfully should, and so warm. For some reason, though, he still didn't mind, just had an insane urge to either laugh or pull the younger boy back down. Slowly, he carded his fingers through the dark, lush thickness of Brendon's hair, revelling in the softness, trying to distract himself from the sudden realisation of an incessant throbbing below his waist that was definitely adding slight embarrassment as a cause to the pink he knew must be tingeing his cheeks. He pulled the younger boy gently down far enough to press a small kiss against his forehead before releasing him, looking up at those big, brown eyes above him. He was definitely not in any hurry to pull Brendon's body down enough to feel the swelling, nor have him look down. Not only was it embarrassing, he also didn't want to scare the prince off, which was still a recurring fear. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Brendon nodded, then quickly cleared his throat of the gravely sound of his voice. "I mean, yeah," he chuckled, not really knowing why. It wasn't a particularly funny moment, but the laugh had escaped without his consent. He stayed silent for a few seconds that seemed to drag on, willing himself not to look down the length of his body (or Ryan's). He was hoping that the other boy had been affected in the same way, but he didn't want to bring attention to the fact that he was, quite obviously, aroused. Drawing in a shaky breath, Brendon smiled down at Ryan. "I just think that... maybe it's not very wise to be doing-- this. In the castle, I mean," he glanced up at the door, then back down at Ryan. "Just makes me feel a little uneasy..." he trailed off, shrugging uncomfortably from his position. He moved one hand to lean on the couch near Ryan's head, and then moved the other to cup Ryan's cheek. He kissed him once, just a soft press of his lips, then pulled back and grinned. "This feels ridiculously sappy," he stated, chuckling once again.

"I guess you could say that," Ryan concurred with a dry laugh, smiling slightly. "And yeah, I understand. Definitely less nerve-wracking back at school." He slowly pulled himself out from under Brendon, suppressing the urge to reach down and readjust himself. At least he wasn't wearing the ridiculously small jeans he would've been at school. The castle was good for some things. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were nearly dinnertime anyway," he added. "Someone will come get us in a moment." The last was mostly speculated, since he didn't exactly know the normal schedule of things around here, but it seemed viable, and for some reason he'd needed to remind himself.

Brendon nodded, pulling farther away from Ryan. Sitting up on the couch, he looked towards the doors once again. "Well, shall we go bug Spencer and Jon, then?" he asked, grinning. He was sure that his friends had had enough of the alone time. Or, at least, Jon probably had. He was never one to like the time spent with only himself as company. Actually, if Brendon were to guess, he'd say that Jon had probably already gone to bother Spencer by now. He wouldn't be at all surprised if it were the case. Taking Ryan's hand, he pulled the boy up off the couch and lead the way to the door. Before opening it, he kissed the boy softly once more and smiled. Sighing, he slowly opened his bedroom door and let his hand slip away from Ryan's as he exited the room.

They made their way rather quickly to Spencer's room, in time to see Jon knocking on the other's door. Hearing them approach, Jon turned around, lifting one eyebrow. "Well, well, well," he said, smirking. Brendon rolled his eyes, mouthing for him to shut up. Snickering, Jon turned back to knock harder on Spencer's door. It was answered a few seconds later, Spencer looking dishevelled and not at all his usual well-dressed self. Jon grinned widely at the sight. "You look hilarious," he stated, trying to smooth down Spencer's hair, which looked very much the bird's nest. Brendon chuckled as well and pushed them both into Spencer's room, motioning for Ryan to come along.

"Alright, Spencer. Brush that hair and then we'll go down to dinner. Someone will probably come get us soon enough."