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Forbidden	By : Firithfalaswen Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

Ryan’s POV

Sunny was happily humming a song, smiling to herself and cooking when I entered the kitchen. It’d been a week since the Brendon incident and again we settled with a few words and the pretension things didn’t happen. I leaned on the door frame and watched her fumble around, still humming and occasionally giggling, watched her open up a few tomato sauce cans and stir a pot of chopped meat and vegetables. I recognized what she was making and my stomach shrunk: this dinner wasn’t for me.

After all what happened I might come out as a real asshole, using Sunny to get my head off Brendon, but the truth is it wasn’t on purpose. She was there, she was always there. I guess I was just too blind to realize (and had a preference for people who wasn’t Sunny’s gender). Now, I honestly didn’t give a fuck about being gay, straight or damn xenophile, I knew I wanted her. But I wasn’t so sure about jeopardizing our whole friendship on it. What if she was right and I was just on a rebound? Or if after getting with her I get a sudden reject towards the female race? What if she hurts me? Nah… she wouldn’t do that. I’d hurt her first, that for sure.

I watched her for another minute, her pale long legs, her low cut boy shorts and that short tank top that rolled up occasionally, revealing her hipbones, a faded purple spot on her right one making me smirk. I caused it. Playing dumb I entered the kitchen scratching my head, like I was coming from a nap and started sniffing on the food.

“Mmm… Lasagna!” I said almost drooling.

“Hey! Yeah, lasagna.”

“It’s the first time I see you cooking so damn happy!” I chuckled, getting a soda from the fridge.

“Yeah, well… Spencer is coming tonight for dinner so I figured out I’d make something especial, you know? Being our first month and all… This is the only thing that doesn’t come out as complete shit.” She was rambling, as she did when she was nervous or excited.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Your cooking is great! I would’ve starved to death without you here.” I leaned on the counter and sipped a soda still watching her run around, ignoring the poking in my chest when she mentioned their first month together.

“Well, I must say your pancakes mix is really improving.” Sunny giggled again while making white sauce on a pan. Then she took a large pot and placed the pasta and sauces like she was making a cake. Then, into the oven. “30 to 40 minutes. I’m going to shower!” With another squeal, she left he kitchen and nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

I glared at the oven, part of me wanting to pour the damn soda can on it. But I couldn’t. Maybe I should just stop over thinking and accept the fact that Sunny was with Spencer and for the first time in a couple of years she was genuinely happy. I went back to my room to very much hide myself for the rest of the evening, playing music and writing, trying to cover the noises and laughs coming from the dining room. But they only grew worse when the moved to Sunny’s room.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, I had to get out of there. Snatching a jacket from the closet I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

Sunny’s POV

The slam of the front door made me jump and sit on the bed.

“What was that?” Spencer asked, going to stand up.

“The front door, maybe Ryan is out.” I said pulling his arm back to bed. He shrugged and lied beside me again.

“So, we’re home alone now?” He said smirking. His blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. I bit my lip and smiled widely.

“So it seems.”

What tonight was leading to began with two pairs of hands pulling at every article of clothing that was preventing us from being skin to skin and lips permanently attached. It had taken me forever to get used to Spencer’s beard, but each day I loved more and more the feeling of it tickling my skin, especially when he kissed my neck, or the inside of my thighs, or everywhere to be honest. As soon as all the clothes were on the floor I flipped us over and straddled his thighs, Spencer looked at me biting his tongue, his hands running up and down my legs as I sat up. Smirking, I reached for the small box I kept hidden under my bed and took a shiny silver package.

Spencer took the back of my neck and pulled me down to another soul-searing kiss as I tore the package open. I pressed my forehead against his looking down to roll the rubber correctly. Then I looked at him again, the blue of his eyes was hidden behind his dilated pupils. His hands gripped my hips as I slowly lowered onto him. I was lucky Spencer was a drummer, cause he did pretty much all the job I couldn’t do in keeping a steady rhythm. Hips going up and down colliding into each other, hands all over our bodies, kissing deep and forcefully. Pace increasing, working for our orgasms.

We were lucky to be alone in the house too, cause I know Spencer would’ve died of embarrassment if Ryan heard all the noises and curses that came out of him mouth. As for mine, I didn’t give a shit.

Another kiss and a couple of thrusts later, I collapsed on his heaving chest, panting to get my breath back. I got off his hips still shaking and I knew that’s going to hurt in the morning. Both stared at the ceiling in silence, our hands tangled under the sheets. We said nothing, cause there was nothing to be said, and I found myself wishing to spend more nights like this. Maybe a few days too… or weeks… or months… or years…

I smiled and shook my head slightly, rolling onto my side and kissing his cheek. Spencer smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Then I rolled to the other side to turn off the light and he spooned me from behind, hiding his face in my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling the covers on us. He dozed off soon enough. And I would’ve followed, if it wasn’t for a loud crash on the living room and a heavy banging on the door. Ryan was back.
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