So Ryan had proposed.

Brendon, honestly, was trying not to give it too much thought for fear of beginning to regret saying yes already. It was- a peculiar proposal, to say the least, the last situation wherein he’d ever expected to get engaged. The words had tumbled from Ryan’s lips after a punctuating, drawn-out breath- ‘will you marry me’- and he had looked into Brendon’s eyes, dazed but obviously completely enamoured and impassioned. His voice had been low and husky, it was all so quick and almost jarring, and Brendon, in a similar state to his lover, no coherent thoughts occupying his mind besides [i]ryanryanryan,[/i] had almost immediately accepted. There were a few heartbeats that passed, time that he took to process Ryan’s words, and then Brendon had exhaled out an excited ‘hell yeah’. That was- technically- saying ‘yes’. They were- technically- now engaged. Brendon was lying with his head pressed comfortably against the warm skin of his fiancé’s chest. [i]Fiancé.[/i] At first, when they’d just collapsed boneless into the sheets, they basked in an air of affection that would be expected after a copulation-marriage proposal combination; but even as Brendon started to drift off, he started to doubt it all just a little.

The first thing was, it clearly wasn’t planned. There was no ring, and, more obviously, it had taken place in the heat of a very intimate moment, where emotions were heightened almost irrationally. Not like Ryan would ever set out to propose specifically during that. Knowing him, he’d make it an entire event, romantic and sweet, some grand gesture even though he wasn’t even that fond of such things, but he knew Brendon was, so he’d do it for him, and- well. To be honest, Brendon wasn’t sure why he had even been thinking about that as much as he had, in reflection. They’d been dating for about a half a year, maybe a little more, and though they were quite clearly and openly in love, most people would agree that six months was not a very long time and not long enough at all, not even close, to consider ‘tying the knot’, so to speak. But. They’d always been unconventional. Their relationship had started out as a potential hookup gone wrong (or gone right, depending on how badly either of them really wanted it that evening), turned suddenly into a job opportunity, and out of nowhere, Brendon had then started falling for his boss, the frontman of one of the most popular bands in the world. And then they were dating. And now- engaged. 

Brendon was relaxed against the mattress and was listening to Ryan’s steadily slowing heartbeat, thoughts racing despite the apparent surface level peacefulness, and he cursed the situation for a second because usually afterwards they just cuddled and fell asleep, sweet and gentle. Now all he could do was stare off slightly distantly at the wall, his cheek pressed against Ryan’s chest, too distracted to properly come down. It wasn’t all bad, though. He was certainly comfortable and it wasn’t like he was totally freaking out and wanting to backpedal immediately- it was just so out of the blue. And they were both yet to mention it. And Brendon sheepishly recalled that he may have been so enthusiastic about something Ryan did, not something than [i]said[/i], like, ‘will you marry me’.  Okay. He was slowly starting to panic. That said, when he heard Ryan’s voice and felt his hand sliding across his skin to curl into his hair, he remembered that he was completely enamoured with the man and- he wouldn’t mind marrying him. Not at all. [i]Hey, Bren.[/i] With almost obedient punctuality, Brendon lifted his head and shifted up a little, angling his head to nip playfully at the edge of Ryan’s jaw, soothing it with a quick kiss. He propped himself up on one elbow and moved the other to curl into Ryan’s hair after he ran through his own with his fingers, trying to tame it somewhat. [b]”Hey, baby.”[/b] His voice was somewhat raspy. [i]So.[/i] Oh. Knowing what was coming, Brendon quirked an eyebrow and swallowed. This could be interesting. 

[b]”So.”[/b] Patient, he studied Ryan’s face closely, having memorised every detail anyhow, but, still. He was art. [b]”Before y’say anything. You’re fucking astounding.”[/b]  His laugh came out almost as a hiss. [b]”That was, uh, incredible.”[/b] Brendon sucked on his teeth and let his eyes drop down to Ryan’s mouth but he didn’t make any moves, just waited dutifully. [i]So, uh, what I said.[/i] An innocuous twitch of the eyebrows followed. [i]Some... Things were said.[/i] As if oblivious, Brendon’s eyes were open endearingly wide, innocent, like he had no idea what Ryan was so hesitant about. [i]Did you... Did you mean. That?[/i] 

A laugh from Brendon and he shrugged a shoulder, dipping his head to trace a few featherlight kisses on Ryan’s collarbone then moving up and making space for himself in the crook of his shoulder, hiding his face there mostly so Ryan would hurt him instantly. [b]”Y’gotta be more specific, babe. Things were said, but are you referring to [i]fuck me harder[i]- he replicated that with jarring accuracy- or [i]will you marry me?[/i]

[i]Yes?[/i]

 Brendon swallowed. So, they were really actually gonna have this conversation now. Turns out a great way to ruin what was supposed to be post-coital bliss and then a long, long sleep was for one idiot to propose and the other to say yes. Why couldn’t he have waited? [b]”Well. Did you mean it when you asked me?”[/b]