As unexpected and messy as this proposal was, Ryan would be lying if he said it hadn't been on his mind anyway. He tended to jump the gun when it came to Brendon. They first met, he was immediately infatuated, offered him a job within the next, like, day. And then they were the closest of friends in no time, even entertaining a romantic aspect beneath the surface until Ryan finally made a move. Well. 'Finally' might be a leap, especially when they were technically boss/employee, but. In the time following, he was given new reasons to want Brendon around forever every single day, new reasons to marry him even when they were barely considered 'long term' - Ryan wasn't joking when he called him the 'love of his life,' stupid, sappy things like that, and shockingly, he was never afraid. Ryan had his doubts about everything, didn't just 'go with it' and rarely took chances, but Brendon was something he was so sure about. He matched every joke Ryan made, knew every quirk like it was his own, was generally about as perfect as it got. So. Yeah, he'd known for a while that he'd marry him.

Granted it would probably be more considerate to have clued Brendon in to that idea before popping the question, but. He seemed all right with the situation - more than all right. [i]M-hm.[/i] Brendon's eyes were on his hands, intent, and Ryan just watched his face, the little nostalgic smile that betrayed him. God, yeah, he'd elope right now if he could, if he wasn't dying of embarrassment still. [i]Oh yeah?[/i] [b]"I'm thinking a date, initials, lyrics..."[/b] Brendon wasn't totally listening, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his hand, and Ryan trailed off just as distractedly, lips parting slightly. [b]"...Something like that."[/b] He bit his lip, so fucking enamoured, why weren't they married already? He gave Brendon his little placeholder, pleased with this trial ring of sorts, and Brendon's look when he turned back to him - god. He took Ryan's breath away. When they kissed Ryan could barely respond properly, that affected. [i]I- I like that. I want people to know I’m yours.[/i] Ryan made a small, fond sound, lifting the hand he'd been studying to hold his chin briefly, delicately. [b]"And I'm yours. In case it wasn't obvious."[/b]

Brendon pressed against him, totally evil, and Ryan's hands tightened around his waist, still keeping him close as he was able while they kissed. [i]No headache, but I’m gonna fuckin’ hurt tomorrow.[/i] Ryan laughed genuinely, burying his face into Brendon's pillow-messy hair when he rested his forehead against his shoulder, breathing him in. [b]"Sorry about that."[/b] He smiled softly, pulling away to give Brendon space when he lifted his head again. [i]Well, now you’ve told me, I think I’ll have an idea. Dumbass.[/i] Ryan rolled his eyes, feeling wonderful with Brendon's laughter against his skin. Really, he wouldn't know the when, the where, the how - he had no damn idea. Maybe he didn't want another proposal, didn't need one, but he was gonna [i]get[/i] one, 'cause. Well. Look at him. Brendon was the kind of guy that happened once in a lifetime, maybe less. He deserved something insane. 

[i]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-[/i] Ryan cleared his throat, looking at him warningly, but a smile played on his lips. [i]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.[/i] [b]"Oh my [i]god,[/i]"[/b] Ryan said, freeing a hand to shove over his face and drag aside. [b]"If you tell Spencer, I will kill you, then myself."[/b] Ryan paused, sighing long-sufferingly. [b]"I mean... if he doesn't do it first. He'll basically be your in-law."[/b] Ryan grinned, but seriously - poor Brendon. He had only halfway won over Spencer's approval. Or maybe Spencer will be so amused over the fact that Ryan popped the question just before [i]that[/i] that he'll just laugh it all off and decide to fully accept Brendon.

Ryan watched him roll to the side, crash against the mattress, flopping onto his front and hiding away in his pillow, and grinned the whole way through. What a mess. [i]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.[/i] Ryan bit his lip again, hesitant, and rolled onto his side, lazily running his knuckles down Brendon's back and planting his cheek in his other palm. He studied him for a moment, the way his muscles stretched taut with his arms folded under his head like that, very nearly rolling his eyes at how ridiculously infatuated he was with his now-fiance. After a pause he leaned over him, bracketing an arm around his pillow and kissing the side of his head before speaking close to his ear. [b]"I could do better."[/b] He toyed with his hair for a second, grinning, then fell back to his side of the bed, biting his thumbnail thoughtfully and running his other hand through his hair, letting it settle there. [b]"Guess I'll save it 'til the honeymoon, though."[/b]