As Brendon teased his now-fiancé about the unusual nature of his impromptu proposal, he felt his heart swell with affection, fully enamoured by Ryan’s weak, sheepish smile. He was positive he’d never been more in love with him as he was at that moment- and that just went to say that he didn’t [i]need[/i] Whatever grand gesture Ryan had intended to make this. Hell, Brendon had no idea he was even planning to- they hadn’t even mentioned it, their official relationship had been that short. The suddenness with which Ryan asked Brendon to marry him told Brendon that it had been genuine and honest and soul-bearing in a moment of heat and intense vulnerability and Brendon honestly couldn’t think of any other way to top it. He felt lightheated, a deep indescribable feeling settling in his bones, and he trailed his fingertips across the familiar expanses of skin beneath him, exhaling softly. Then Ryan let his head fall back against the headboard and Brendon couldn’t help but break into spontaneous laughter, because yeah, it was more than enough for him, but it also so damn [i]funny.[/i] Clearly he had been doing something right to prompt such a serious reaction. God, they were ridiculous. Brendon loved it. [i]I[/i] suppose.

[b]”M-hm,”[/b] Brendon muttered absently, closing his hand around Ryan’s wrist and lifting it to examine his jewellery-laden hands. A few of them, Brendon saw, he’d had for a very long time- he recalled seeing them back when they first met (yes, he was that enthralled by his hands, of all things), and he smiled a little, betraying his feelings of nostalgia. He was too absorbed in examining Ryan’s rings one by one to notice his tiny smirk. [i]Engraved. They’ll match.[/i] [b]”Oh yeah?”[/b] Still, Brendon was a little distracted, pressing his lips against the back of Ryan’s hand. It wasn’t like he didn’t care about a ring- having one would seal the deal, he supposed- but Brendon wasn’t overly fussed with technicality or grand gestures at this point. He didn’t need a ring to be comfortable in the knowledge that they would be wed for as long as they lived. However- when Ryan took off one of his rings, a simple, plain band, and slipped it onto Brendon’s ring finger, he had to stop for a second, entranced, biting his lip. [i]Here’s a placeholder, for now.[/i] Fuck. Brendon tore his eyes away and met Ryan’s before he quickly leaned in to catch him in a brief kiss. [b]”I- I like that. I want people to know I’m yours.”[/b] And that you are mine. Brendon felt- not possessiveness, but- connection. He wanted people to know he was in love.

Seriousness aside, Brendon could always be trusted to be irritating and he dutifully carried this out by pressing his hips down teasingly, immediately cracking up into laughter at Ryan’s admirable attempt at not visibly reacting. He was cute. Brendon again leaned in to catch his bottom lip between his teeth and then they fit into place naturally, heads tilting opposite ways to settle into a comfortable kiss. [i]Hm, maybe later.[/i] He had been joking, but that sounded appealing. He hummed his approval as they moved apart, both just gazing into eachother’s eyes, disgustingly in love. It was embarassing, unrealistic, seemingly impossible, but they’d found eachother- Brendon would almost go far enough to say that they were soulmates. [i]I’ve got a headache.[/i] Yeah, he felt Ryan’s pain. [b]”No headache, but I’m gonna fuckin’ hurt tomorrow,”[/b] He mumbled, sighing and letting himself go slack to rest his forehead against Ryan’s shoulder, letting his eyes flutter shut. He was close to drifting off almost immediately, but Ryan rudely interrupted. [i]I’m gonna do it again, you know. Second take. You won’t have a [/i]clue.

Brendon lifted his head lazily and raised his eyebrows. [b]”Well, now you’ve told me, I think I’ll have an idea. Dumbass.”[/b] He giggled, dropping his head back down and laughing against Ryan’s warm skin. Warm. Soft. Brendon really just wanted to go to sleep, if Ryan would just let him... [i]Totally gonna blow this proposal out of the water so you don’t get to tell anyone about it.[/i] At this, Brendon made an immediate noise of protest, defiantly lifting his head up to stare at Ryan, unimpressed. [b]”Whaddya mean, not fuckin’ tell anyone? That was- as I said- the best sex we’ve ever had. You [i]proposed[/i], like, right before you-“[/b] Brendon stopped, frowned. [b]”I need a shower. Anyway, if you think I’m not gonna tell anyone. Sorry, baby. I’m sure Spencer will be thrilled to know. I’ll tell him myself so he has time to calm down before he reaches you.”[/b]

[b]Which you’re not allowed to do, by the way. [/b] Brendon snorted, then shifted, rolling off to the side and crashing unceremoniously onto the mattress, turning onto his front and burying his head into the pillow. He chose to ignore that. [i]This is seriously not the grand gesture I had in mind.[/i] Worked for me, Brendon thought, rolling his eyes. Honestly, Ryan was too much. He loved him, but c’mon, babe. Chill. We’re engaged, isn’t that good enough? [i]I’m gonna blow your[/i] mind, [i]baby.[/i] Brendon lifted his head from his folded arms so Ryan could hear him speak. [b]“Not to ruin your epic proposal dreams, but. You just [i]did[/i] blow my mind. Thought that was pretty evident. You’re really something.”[/b] He smiled, sheepish at how easy he was, and buried his face in his arms again, letting his eyes fall shut. A shower could wait.