Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ryan was conscious of the fact that Brendon wouldn’t want some of this information public. He’d be pretty embarrassed being outed as a complete bottom - for god knows what reason, his boyfriend insisted on being ‘vers’ or [i]something,[/i] even though every experience they’d ever had said otherwise. The conversation came up between every couple about changing things up but Brendon, specifically, was so iffy about ‘switching’ that it was clear he only [i]claimed[/i] to be more than he was. So. They stayed relatively the same, all the time, except Ryan apparently wasn’t allowed to state that fact. He might’ve even felt guilty about the admission if he wasn’t so ridiculously far gone. [i]I don’t think we need to know.[/i] Well, too late, because Ryan was on a roll, and once he started, apparently he couldn’t stop. 

And maybe he was being too descriptive about what exactly designated Brendon to his position, but he was nothing if not an artist with his words. [i]Okay, Ryan, I think we-[/i] Again, too late, because Ryan cut him off anyway, going on to continue his lost rambling about his boyfriend. It became clear a few moments through that whoever he was ranting to wasn’t listening anymore (though the front of the car seemed torn between listening intently for entertainment purposes and ignoring it all to save themselves from disgust) but he continued regardless, looking very pleased with himself. [b]”And you saw his [i]mouth,[/i] right? I can’t describe it, like, he’s an [i]experience.[/i]”[/b] Ryan placed his index finger gingerly against his lip, like he was remembering kissing him, the issue being that he couldn’t quite carry a thought longer than a moment or few. 

[b]”When I kiss him, he’s just... I can sink into him, I get so lost in it. I could kiss him forever.”[/b] Well, that was the sweet part of it. Ryan released a soft exhale, let that float in the air for a second, before continuing. [b]”And he is, [i]undoubtedly,[/i] the best at sucking dick, like, of anyone, ever. Sometimes it’s hard to not look at him and think about how perfect his mouth is for -“[/b] Ryan glared up at the front as Zack loudly cleared his throat, uncomfortable if amused. Evidently he didn’t care how comfortable anyone in the car felt, because he finished his sentence anyway. [b]”For blowing me.”[/b] He sighed again, running a hand sloppily over his face, a distractd smile still adamant on staying there while Brendon was on his mind. Maybe in the most inappropriate ways possible, but that was a given. 

Ryan was about to continue about the rest of him he hadn’t already rambled about, but Brendon was suddenly urging him up, and, confused, Ryan started to sit up, slowly rolling up by latching on to Zack’s headrest and pulling himself forward. [i]Ryan, Jesus, it’s me. It’s Brendon.[/i] Ryan huffed, bewildered, still trying to settle in his seat again. [i]Look at me, stop being thirsty, I’m here.[/i] [b]”[i]What[/i],”[/b] he mumbled airily, simultaneously turning as he straightened up. It was a pointless endeavor, because a second later he was leaning again, closer to Brendon, resting his head against the seat because it felt like it was spinning and that’d, hypothetically, keep his vision straight. [b]”Hey...”[/b] He reached out, placing a hand on one side of Brendon’s face, squinting, then eventually putting the other on the opposite side of his face, holding him still and concentrating hard. 

[b]”Oh my God, [i]Brendon,[/i] baby,”[/b] Ryan said suddenly, after a good twenty seconds of processing everything, and he was immediately clicking out of his seatbelt and climbing over to Brendon’s side of the car. He apparently didn’t realise how ridiculously [i]long[/i] he was and therefore how awkward this position would be, but he folded over Brendon’s lap anyway, knees at either side of his hips, back bent until he could cradle his face and look at him properly again. [b]”I missed you [i]so much,[/i] I was just talking about you.”[/b] As if he didn’t hear. Ryan pressed him against the seat, mostly sinking against him for lack of his own coordination, and kissed him as sloppily as he’d possibly ever been. He did until he was well and truly out of breath, then trailed just as messy kisses down from his lips to his neck, eyes still loosely shut. [b]”Bren, hey, you should [i]totally[/i] blow me. Like, now.”[/b] Evidently the car full of people was still not an issue.