"Brendon. No."
The younger male tucked in his chair, creating a scraping noise. "Not even one small kiss?"
"We're eating dinner."
A sigh escaped Brendon's lips, purposefully puckering them after, making Ryan roll his eyes. "Who made this anyway?"
"You saying I can't cook?"
Ryan stayed quiet, gently glaring at the other boy. Brendon just nodded and shook it off. "Okay, okay. Sarah made it."
The tension was as obvious as Ryans eyeliner. "She made it?"
Brendon sighed again, putting down his fork with a clink. "Ryan."
"No. I don't trust her."
"But it's sarah."
"I bet you said that about me once to her."
This shut both of them up, Ryan soon moving a hand to Brendon's hand on the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like tha-"
"No no. It's fine.."
Ryan put down his cutlery and stood up. "C'mon you. Let's go to bed." A blank expression was on Brendon's face. "I think I might stay with Spenc' tonight."
"Brendon, come on... You know I didn't mean it. I'm your boyfriend I'm supposed to be jealous." Brendon's eyes were on the floor, lips twitching to form a small frown. "Yeah, exactly. You're /my/ boyfriend. The cheaters boyfriend."
Ryan moved closer to him. "Don't say that. You're not a cheater. You're a gorgeous, sweet man.. I guess I just. I want you all to myself." Brendon's frown melted into a gentle smile, wrapping his arms around Ryans neck, pecking his lips. "I love you."
"I love you too..."
The next morning was amazing, simple make up sex can fix everything. Brendon woke up first, gently caressing Ryans chest as it rose and fell, a smile on both of their faces. He opened the curtains slightly, the sun shining on Ryans beautiful, smooth skin as he rolled over. Stretching out and murmuring some words that do not make sense before falling into a deeper state of relaxation, still sleeping. Brendon chuckled at him, posting a picture of the sleeping beauty on his Instagram. Kissing his forehlead before crawling back into bed, holding him close to his chest and watching the thousands of likes come through. Ryan was perfect, Brendon gently played with his hair, messing around with small strands of his deep chestnut locks. Taking in his scent as he too, completely relaxed. It was all too perfect, but at that moment he didn't care. Everything was good, he had ryan.
So it was good.
