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We'll wait for this moment whe our lips collide,
it almost stops the earth.

By Dannielle>x

 


Disclaimer: I do not own Panic! I have nothing to do with them. This story came from my mind. None of the happenings in this story actually happened. I'm also not suggesting that the members of Panic! Are gay either.

Ryan's POV

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting changed, dur. What does it look like?” Brendon said sarcastically whilst raising an eyebrow.

“Yes I can see that, but why are you wearing my top, my favourite top at that.”

“Because I umm-“

But before Brendon had time to finish I tackled the younger boy to the floor.

“What was that for?”

“Get my top off, you'll ruin it!”

“God why are you so touchy? It's only the stupid top I bought you.”

“It's not stupid” I muttered so quietly that I thought Brendon couldn't hear it.

“What did you say?”

With that Ryan jumped up off of Brendon unbelievably quick.

“Ryan have I done something wrong?” Brendon murmured with a concerned look o his face.

Ryan trying to hide his emotions and with a fake smile he stuttered,

“What…No… there's nothing wrong. Nobody's don't anything wrong.”

However good I was at hiding my true feelings Brendon always knew what was going on in the mind of Ryan Ross.

“You know Ryan you can tell me anything” Brendon said, still with that same concerned look upon his face.

“I do know, you're my best friend. It's just…that, you wouldn't understand. Nobody would.”

“How do you know, I might even have the same problem.”

What did he mean by that? Does he know what I'm talking about? I mean how was he meant to tell his best friend that he's madly, truly and deeply in love with him and that he thinks he's gorgeous. He love every aspect of him, his touch, his smell, his ego, and the way he has to be right all the time, the way he cares about everyone, his apple-bottom and his big Brendon Boyd Urie lips.

“Ryan?”

He's incredibly close to me now. He's just a few centre-meters away from me. He's just staring at me. He's so friggin hot. God, I can't help myself.

He's wanted to know what he tastes like for so long now; and this is the opportune moment, this is it. Ryan crashed his lips against his.

This feels so good.

But Brendon quickly pulled away.

“Brend I'm sorr-”

Before Ryan had tome to finish his apology Brendon made their lip collide, and for that brief moment Ryan's world stopped. He had nothing felt anything so…good. He never in a million years thought that Brendon would taste that good.

Ryan put his tongue on the opening of Brendon's mouth asking permission for their tongues to dance. Brendon opened his mouth, granting Ryan request. Ryan and Brendon part to catch a breath.

“You know what brend?”

“Nope, what?”

Ryan answered with a satisfied smirk on his face “I think I love you”

Brendon stood there with an open mouth, shocked at the words Ryan had let him hear.

“Umm...” Brendon stuttered not knowing what to say, obviously still confused at the kiss the two best friends have just shared.

Ryan, not being pleased at the word that Brendon had just spoke, ran out the room, in tears; thinking that he's ruined and beautiful friendship and an amazing band. Just before Ryan had got to the door, Brendon grabbed Ryan's bony arm. The touch of Brendon sent volts of electricity through Ryan; just the Brendon's touch can send Ryan over the edge.

“I think I love you too”

Ryan's face lit up. “Well I guess its time to get you out of my clothes.”

 

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