Chapter two
"Ryan," he sighed, "Why didn't you tell me?" He pressed his forehead against mine, leaning down slightly to make up for our height difference.
I bit my lip, staring into his warm brown eyes.
He looked down at my lip tugged tight under my teeth and I smirked a bit when his eyes started to darken. Brendon glanced up and saw my face before I could hide and his eyebrow went up. He leaned in and caught my earlobe between his teeth. "You like knowing you turn me on, Ry?"
I shivered as his teeth grabbed my ear once again, flicking his tongue on my sensitive skin. "I- I turn you on?"
Brendon laughed, "You really have no idea, do you?" His hands ran up my sides to cup my face. "Did you honestly think all that stuff on stage was just for the fans?"
I blushed, "Of course."
He sighed and pulled me into a hug, resting his chin on my head. "I love you, Ryan. You're my best friend, my bandmate, and the only person I've ever felt this way about." Brendon looked down at me, tilting my face back so our eyes locked.
I could feel my tears start up again, but this time it wasn't because I was scared to lose him. It was because there was too much happiness for my tiny body to hold at one time. I grabbed Brendon's face and pulled it down to mine, sealing our lips again.
It took him a minute, probably because I surprised him, but Brendon started to kiss back. This time he deepened the kiss, sliding his slick tongue against my bottom lip, making me open my mouth with a whimper. When my lips parted he smirked, slipping into my mouth, tasting me while I tried to catch his tongue with mine. We fought like that for a bit, the most enjoyable fight we'd ever had, before Brendon started moving his hips against mine. He ended up up backing us towards the couch on the other side of the bus, knocking me onto the soft fabric.
Bren straddled my hips, and bent back down to reach my neck, sucking and licking at my skin while I tried my hardest (no pun intended) not to moan under him. I think he figured out when he moved back to my lips that I was trying not to make noise, and he pulled away, leaving my lips with a slight popping sound.
"Ry?" his lips brushed the side of my face, "Why the hell," he bit my lip, "Can't I hear you?"
I blushed again, "Jon and Spence are right there, Brendon." I pointed over to where they were both passed out on their bunks, snoring loudly.
Bren giggled, before bending back down to meet my lips again. "You know as well as I do they won't be waking up any time soon. And I want to hear you scream."
All the air in my body abandoned me, whooshing out of my lungs as though my ability to breathe hinged on his words. This time, when he sucked at the pale skin on my neck, marking me as his, I couldn't hold back the moan that fell from my lips.
I felt him smile against my skin, "That's it, Ry. I wanna hear you fall apart for me." He began to grind his hips on me again, the delicious friction causing more moans to slip from my mouth into Brendon's.
We were both getting into this, lost in the feeling of finally being together the way we'd both apparently wanted.
Feeling brave, I pulled my lips away from Brendon's to mark him the way he'd marked me, pulling at his soft skin with my lips while he moaned above me. "God, Ry, please," he panted, "Don't stop, please don't stop." Obviously I'd found his spot, the one that made him moan like a whore and start grinding down on me with even more force.
Both of us were losing it, getting closer and closer to the point where we wouldn't be able to stop.
A thumping noise from the other end of the bus caused us both to freeze. Then Jon stumbled out of his bunk, staring at us with big sleepy eyes...
