All of Brendon's deductions about him were, in fact, fairly spot-on. He took chances, and he generally got what he want, among other traits classically learned among people like him - and that was the thing, he wasn't always this way. He could recall being shy, insecure but critical and with a sharp mouth, this grouchy pianist who lashed out when rubbed the wrong way but had no real social skills to think of. It was funny; maybe this 'career path' was something meant to happen for him, a saving grace of sorts. He wondered whether fame - or at least the comfortable level of fame Brendon was at - made Brendon into a different person. He doubted it, truthfully. Brendon would've still had [i]those[/i] looks and [i]that[/i] talent before becoming famous, so there was no reason for him not to have a totally bigger-than-life personality. Ryan could be giving him too much credit, sure, but he just didn't seem the type to ever be quiet and meek, bowing to social convention. [i]And[/i] he might be overthinking it all, but hey, Brendon piqued his interest.

He expected Brendon to have heard it all before, nothing he could say could move him, but he looked swept up by the flattery. Ryan made a mental note to do that as much as he could without it getting too corny. [i]Not sure whether to be concerned.[/i] Ryan tilted his head curiously, watching his gaze drop to his lips and smirking helplessly. [i]Are you that inexperienced that one man can set the standard for all others? We barely know eachother.[/i] Oh, please. Ryan laughed softly, running a thumb over his eyebrow as if they'd been lovers for the longest time, admiring the faintest scar running through. [b]"I wouldn't call it inexperienced when you've set a gold standard already. A diamond in the rough,"[/b] he replied easily, unquestionably, barely having to think about it. Too much? Probably. Usually Ryan didn't fall so fast. Admittedly he may be a [i]little[/i] inexperienced - he didn't have much time for this sort of thing, much less actual relationships, but still. He could tell when he'd found something special. [b]"I feel as if we've known each other longer, to tell you the truth."[/b] Even that sounded like a line.

[i]Of course you would.[/i] So he's already getting predictable. Ryan supposed he had a poet's nature - talked a little strangely anyway. Or, well. If you were in his business, you'd laugh at the 'fruity' way he tended to draw out his sentences. He'd admit to basically being ready to bend to every will Brendon might impose over him, but Brendon himself was a little more obvious about the same, falling apart at the faintest kisses, chasing and protesting when the real one ended. Another minute, probably, and if he'd had more of his own drink, he'd probably be doing the exact same thing. There was, admittedly, not a lot of space to pick and choose your partner when you were like them - or if you were particularly discreet, like Ryan - but they fit together so easily, one would think it was a match tailored by, like. The gods. The gay gods. Ryan could've laughed if he wasn't already otherwise preoccupied.

[i]Look who’s talking.[/i] Ryan laughed again, halfway breathless, and let his hands settle against the porcelain even as Brendon took his away, replace them over his hips. Unexpectedly, Brendon rutted against him, and the dizzying energy between them sent Ryan's jaw slack, lips slightly parted. Yeah, definitely a match. [i]Okay, but- You’re [/i]real [i]trouble, I’m guilty by association, now, y’see? I’m going down if you are.[/i] Ryan grinned, couldn't imagine a time where he'd looked this serenely happy. He felt the softest bite on his lower lip in their short kiss, leaning into it, deciding that, yes, he liked that move. [b]"I'm not goin' down, sweetheart, but I appreciate that mindset. Partners in crime, we are."[/b] His grin still wasn't going away. [i]Of course, darlin’.[/i] Darlin'. He was precious. Immediately upon hearing it, Ryan lifted a hand to one side of his face, kissed the opposite cheek affectionately, unbelievably charmed. 

[i]I’d say I’d take you in every room in my house but I hope you’d understand me saying I’d prefer it the other way around.[/i] Ryan cleared his throat, almost caught off guard, feeling hoarse. [b]"I assumed as much,"[/b] he replied playfully, lifting his eyebrows. [b]"And I look forward to it. We aren't exactly in the most [i]romantic[/i] place right now."[/b] Ryan was smiling when he shifted them over to where counter space was available, lifting Brendon effortlessly up onto it, fitting himself comfortably between his legs. [b]"But we can make it work."[/b] He made a show of undoing the first few of Brendon's shirt buttons, splaying a hand over his sternum, simply exploring before his hand travelled back up to cradle the back of his neck. He pulled him in to kiss him again, slow, pulling barely an inch away to speak once he was breathless. [b]"Have I told you already how stunning you are? I feel like I haven't."[/b] Call him extra, whatever, it was true.