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Praying for love and paying in naivety...
By IndieGirl

 


A Ryan/ Brendon one shot fanfic from Ryan's point of view in the dressing room, just before they go on stage. Go easy on me this is my first fanfic, I `m just testing it out! No language, mild implied smut.

I didn't know what to say… couldn't stop looking at you.

“Ry, do I look okay?”

Oh god, please don't blush. Brendon you look sensuously stunning as always. I adore the way you flick your hair, your smile that seems to stop me in my tracks, heck even the way you flirt with yourself in the mirror. This is my favourite time to watch you, unawares and unintentionally so beautiful. You glow, you know that? What I wouldn't give to feel you body pressed close to mine, whispering in my ear...

And yet you have, countless times - on stage that is. You seem to thrive off the stagecraft, deliberately sliding up against me to thrill the audience. You say the filthiest things to me Bren, it's a wonder I don't burst. Why do you do it really?

Sometimes I believe that you do want me, especially on the nights you never seem to mention afterwards. Every so often you get so drunk you come on to me and pass out, then I take you home. Those nights you're my little Brendy and I watch you while you sleep, thinking of the life we could have. I could make you happy Bren. Let me.

I still love you even though it kills me to be in the same room as you, knowing those soft brown eyes will never be mine.

This is my favourite time to watch you and the worst, knowing that in a few moments however close you get to me you'll still belong to the audience.

“Ry it's time to go.”

You place a hand on my shoulder and I almost kiss you then and there, instead of follow you to my torture. I wouldn't miss it for the world.

 

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