IRC-Galleria

“You woke me up,” Brendon yawned, crossing the small amount of space to flop on the couch. He wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist and pressed his face into Ryan’s shoulder. He smelled like vanilla and mint and was really warm and soft and Brendon let out a little sigh of happiness. Ryan was really nice to cuddle with.

“I did not,” Ryan replied calmly because Brendon clinging to him was nothing new. He twisted the cap back on the purple eyeliner and dropped it back into the pile. For a moment he grazed the tips of his fingers over the other bottles, settling on what looked like orange and, seriously, where did he even find those colors?

“Yes, you did,” Brendon protested in a soft mumble, shifting to nuzzle his nose into the juncture of Ryan’s neck and bare shoulder. “You were lonely sitting out here by yourself to you used your Jedi mind powers to wake me up so I’d come and snuggle with you and keep you company.”