A Breathtaking View (RYDEN)

A Breathtaking View

(Ryden One-Shot)
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Brendon knew Ryan would kill him if he walked in on him right now. Ryan wasn't in his dressing room.He was off drinking a beer before the show with Spencer and Jon.The singer knew damn well he shouldn't be here. But here he was, a goal in mind to impress Ryan Ross with a more pleasant face than his. Brendon searched the red makeup bag, his ruffled collar suddenly feeling tighter and his palms sweaty, making it hard for him to grip onto the eyeshadow compacts he was reaching for.
"Shit, how much makeup does he even have?" said Brendon. The now popular band was in Denver, on tour. Brendon still couldn't believe it. He was on tour with his best friends doing something that he loves. It was all too good to be true. Brendon sprawled jet-black eyeliner pencils, metallic and matte eyeshadows, and vivid lipsticks on the cold makeup counter. He gazed up at the giant mirror in front of him, the bright light bulbs lining the perimeter of the glamorous mirror, blinding him.
Ryan never wore a full face of makeup, not that he needed it in Brendon's eyes. But he would always line his eyes with eyeliner. Always.
Brendon did it too, but Ryan would always do it so smooth and quick. His never smudged.And it made Ryan's cloudy, hazel eyes pop. Sometimes, Brendon would sit and watch Ryan open a black mirror compact and touch up his eyeliner, resulting in Ryan tossing side glances at Brendon's blushing face. The lyricist would roll his eyes and continue, but Brendon still would keep watching him like he was an exotic zoo animal, a beautiful piece of art work, a scenic view he would see driving down the deserts of Nevada.
Brendon blinked down at the makeup haul in front of him. He took a deep breath and started to paint his face with gold, rogue, and black.
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"Damn, not bad Brendon. Not bad. Ryan would totally dig this." Brendon whispered to himself. He smiled at his handy work. He turned his face at various angles he would see models on magazines do, feeling proud of his makeup. He created a dark smoky eye, with metallic gold eyeshadow in the middle. His eyes were lined with black liner, and he traced intricate swirly patterns on the right side of his face. He topped the look off with blood red lip stick. It might've taken him longer than he thought, but considering this was his first real makeup experience, Brendon thought he looked hot.
Brendon spent a good five minutes just staring at himself in the mirror when he heard Ryan's dressing room door knob jiggle. Brendon spun around, eyes wide with alarm and his teen heart beating faster by the millisecond.
The vocalist gripped his strong hands on the makeup counter so hard that eyeshadow compacts fell on the wood floor with a sharp clink.
"Fuck!" hissed Brendon. His head snapped up when he heard the door slam open against the wall and was greeted with a costumed, but bare faced Ryan Ross.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, Brendon feeling a cold sweat drip down his back and his lips slightly parted and eyes wide with alarm.
Ryan looked at him with a blank expression. His tired eyes darting from the blue eyeshadow pigment spilt across the floor to Brendon's guilt-stricken, glamorous face.
"L-look Ryan I'm sorry I-"
"Don't be Brendon" said Ryan. He had a curious look on his angelic face and walked over to stand directly in front of Brendon and scanned his face. Brendon glanced up at him, trying to search Ryan's glistening pupils for any thought.
Brendon's breath hitched and he glanced down to where he felt Ryan's cool fingertips lightly trace Brendon's jaw.
The younger teen nervously glanced up to find Ryan smiling from ear to ear.
"I don't think I've ever seen anything so breathtaking, Bren. You look stunning" whispered Ryan. His words made Brendon crack a bashful smile.
"Oh, um...thanks Ry,I was trying to..uh, impress you..b-but I'm sorry for sneaking into your-"
Brendon's words were interrupted by Ryan's soft lips on his.The taste of beer intruded Brendon's unsuspecting mouth. Ryan tilted his head slightly, and his fingers were cradling Brendon's chin. Ryan broke the kiss leaving a dumbfounded Brendon Urie left over. Ryan took a step back, and looked at the mirror next to him.
"I wanna look as beautiful as you do right now. Brendon, will you do my makeup for tonight's show?" Ryan asked with pure sincerity.
Brendon was flattered. He felt heat rush to his cheeks. He nodded his head fast and smiled with pearly white teeth. Ryan returned a genuine smile back. Ryan sat on a foldable chair in front of the table, crossing his long legs and rested his hands on his lap, intertwining his fingers.
"Wanna match?" asked Brendon.
"If I could look as hot as you, then fuck yeah" Ryan slyly said with a smirk.
"I knew you would dig this look" Brendon said with a quick pose. Ryan laughed.
Then,Brendon got to work enhancing the face he's loved for the longest.