[i]What, about the constant boner?[/i] Oh, Christ. Brendon was self-aware before, he knew, but now that Ryan was openly confirming everything rather than vaguely flirting, well. He figured he was screwed. [i]I know.[/i] [b]"I would like to let the record show that I never used that exact verbage. My 'constant boner' is my business, Mr. Blake."[/b] Well. Was it, really, if Mr. Blake was sort of the cause behind it? Whatever. He clapped a hand over his face, almost mortified, while Brendon turned around to look through the haul, then took it away just to admire from afar, wondering how he'd become absolutely smitten with this total dork. Sure, the shopping was overkill, but for whatever reason, he needed to be the most generous person in existence first to even consider himself worthy of his time. So. He was [i]only[/i] ninety-nine percent sure Brendon liked him back, after all.

Acting like he hated him would totally keep them safe from any backlash, though, he was certain of it. [i]Sure it will. But then, like, Spencer’ll hate me even more, like, ‘dude, why does Ryan hate you now’, and I’ll be all ‘not a clue, homie’, and you’ll need a cover story about your sudden shift in attitude.[/i] God. Ryan was grinning so stupidly, he was that enamoured with him that this dumb tangent had him senseless. [i]Too complicated, I say just stick with the staring.[/i] Ryan really was, looking the most comfortable he ever had in his life with his eyes far below where they should realistically be. [b]"I'm happy with that,"[/b] he returned lazily, settling in by crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back at the waist slightly. His gaze lifted to meet Brendon's when he glanced back, almost guilty when he instantly burst into a grin, shifting to pleased when he turned around to face him. [i]Ha, funny.[/i] Ryan sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, already imagining kissing him. Sorta jumping the gun, there.

And he did accomplish those plans; for some reason, he wasn't sure this was the first time he'd ever kissed someone in the middle of them calling him a 'dumbass,' but he definitely enjoyed it most with Brendon. Brendon cradled either side of his jaw, and for the first time in a long time, Ryan slowed down, relaxed against him, felt at peace. His hand in Brendon's felt almost natural, like that was where it should be, and why had he waited so damn long to do this, since when was it not acceptable to just be doing this from the beginning, so forth. Maybe it was better to have built up to this point - it definitely felt like something akin to relief. Brendon's laugh was half against his lips and it was, quite possibly, the most wonderful feeling in the world, so much so that Ryan briefly broke out into a grin with him before they met for another hasty kiss. 

[i]What do you mean, getting through?[/i] Hand freed, Ryan welcomed himself to placing both hands in either of Brendon's back pockets, eyebrows raised right back at him. He was practically leaning in to Brendon hand at his jaw, such a warm gesture in itself that he couldn't help melting into it. [i]I intend to take my time, sir.[/i] [b]"[i]Oooh,[/i] 'sir,'"[/b] he repeated, amused. [b]"Call me a freak, but I'm into it."[/b] Ryan actually laughed, pulling him close by his very convenient hand placement, pressing their foreheads together and shutting his eyes. He planted another momentary kiss against Brendon's lips, a few seconds before he finally convinced himself to get a breath again. [b]"This is cliché, but you really have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, like, since I met you. Though, not even my imagination could make this up."[/b] He lifted one hand to press against the middle of Brendon's bottom lip, pulling it into the slightest pout, like he was marking the target just before kissing him again.