Yeah, so maybe they’d only been officially dating for six months, they’d been [i]practically[/i] boyfriends for a long time, way too close for two people who were apparently ‘just friends’, [i]and[/i] in a situation where one of their paychecks depended on the other. It was, in many ways, not an ideal situation- things had started out in a semi-awful downtown LA bar, one that seemed to be going for some kind of vintage vibe but only achieved a ‘hasn’t been dusted in a year’ look, and from that meeting Brendon had so far earned a new job, a salary multiple times higher than the one he had been earning prior to accepting the offer, and if he fast forwarded through more significant lifestyle changes, he had now ended up with a fiancé. They were- unconventional, to say the least, and Brendon supposed he was just trying to reason with himself that getting engaged after six months really wasn’t that far out considering some of the other shit he’d done since meeting Ryan Rowe. What was so bad about it, really- they were in love, lived together, we’re both definitely in it for the long run- even if this was some kind of honeymoon phase, he wasn’t too worried about leaving that phase because things were so overwhelmingly good with Ryan he couldn’t ever imagine them being bad or even just mediocre. In his arms Brendon felt safe, comfortable, at home. He’d never been so sure of something or someone in his up to now chaotic life.

So, yeah. Brendon wanted to marry him. He imagined others would have something to say about their quick engagement- fans of Ryan, people who definitely weren’t fans of Ryan, Ryan’s questionable number of exes, Ryan’s friends, Brendon’s friends. Maybe even Ryan’s management. Brendon and Ryan’s relationship was public, yeah, but many saw it as some damaged rockstar going through a phase. He’d had so many girlfriends, what else could it be? A marriage might shake up his image. Brendon knew Ryan wouldn’t give a fuck, but, still. It had the possibility of turning their lives and careers upside down, at least for a little while until the ‘adoring public’ settled down with the idea that Ryan had settled down and wouldn’t be marrying them instead. Brendon blinked and then closed his eyes, reminding himself that he wasn’t even sure if Ryan had been serious when he asked, he shouldn’t get so far ahead of himself. After all, the two of them were often nonsensical and incoherent during the heat of the moment, this could just be another one of those incidents. He knew he had to make sure but he also knew Ryan would be thinking the same thing, wanting to clarify things, so he stayed silent. Ryan was more likely to confront it first anyway.

As if on cue, Ryan spoke, and Brendon felt a surge of affection, immediately moving up and pressing himself comfortably against Ryan so he could easily reach his jaw where he then planted a kiss. They locked eyes for just a second before Ryan looked away and Brendon smiled. You’re beautiful, you’re incredible. You’re the most astounding thing I’ve ever seen. [i]You’re telling me.[/i] Laughing, he silenced himself only by attaching his mouth softly to different points along Ryan’s collarbone, simply tracing over the lovebites he’d already left there, dark against Ryan’s pale skin. He couldn’t help his subsequent affected, audible inhale, and had to close his eyes for a few seconds to compose himself before they fluttered open, wide and innocent and amused by Ryan’s painfully obvious nerves. He was so fucking cute. Brendon hoped to god that had been a legitimate proposal. However, he had no mercy, and intended to make his boyfriend/fiancé squirm- and squirm he did; Brendon repeated more explicit things that were said and Ryan reacted with blatant mortification. My poor baby, Brendon thought, and decided to cut him some slack, it was the least he could do after Ryan had dicked him down wonderfully and proposed [i]at the same time.[/i] He couldn’t ask for a better man.

Still, he had to make sure Ryan meant it, and it was his turn to be slightly apprehensive. He let Ryan manoeuvre them both to a more comfortable position (haha, funny, Ryan was an expert at that by now, yeah, yeah) and met Ryan’s earnest, searching gaze carefully. [i]I meant it.[/i] His heart soared and it was embarassing but Brendon grinned like an idiot, dropping his chin to his chest and looking down, as if incredibly distracted by the rise and fall of Ryan’s chest. [b]”You just officially made that the best sex I’ve ever had,”[/b] He declared, surging in for a brief kiss before pulling back and letting Ryan speak. [i]I didn't exactly... I mean, in all of my dumb imaginary scenarios, this was not one of them, but I meant it.[/i] A shrug from Brendon. [b]”Hey, it worked for me,”[/b] He reasoned, dancing the tips of his fingers lightly across Ryan’s skin, [b]”And at least it wasn’t cliché, right?”[/b] Another damn smile. He couldn’t stop smiling. This was so ridiculous, but then, he supposed, so were they. So was love. It was all so goddamn wonderful and maybe the afterglow kind of contributed but Brendon was positive he’d never been so happy in his life.

[i]I’ll get a ring, even.[/i] Brendon raised his eyebrows and snaked a hand to close his fingers around one of Ryan’s wrists, holding it up in the space between them, indicating Ryan’s numerous rings that they apparently didn’t wish to waste time taking off. [b]”You’ve got enough, I think,”[/b] He grinned and stuck his tongue out slightly between his teeth, eyes squinting up at the corners as he kissed the back of Ryan’s hand and then let go of his wrist. They were relaxed and earnest and though Brendon adored it, he still delighted in changing the mood by pressing his hips down without warning, studying Ryan’s face for reaction. [b]”So, I’ll think about it,”[/b] He teased, leaning forward to catch Ryan’s bottom lip in his teeth, hands curling through his hair. [b]”If you propose to me again, in a different position.”[/b] He was joking. Kind of. They were... A little too much sometimes.