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Every morning would start the same way when I was on tour. I would unwrap my long arms from the pillow I held close to me and I would stretch, hitting my head on the top of my bunk. I would then curse to myself, make my way out to the kitchen area and grab whatever seemed somewhat edible from the fridge and sit and wait from Brendon to walk out and say "Good morning Mr. Ross", at which I would shoot back, "Yeah, only because you're here." He would smile and laugh and followed it up with a kiss on the side of the head
This morning was not one of those morning….

"RYAN! Get your pretty ass up!" Brendon laughed, poking that pretty face of his through my bunks curtain.
"Go die Urie." I grumbled, throwing the pillow next to me at his face.
He crawled into my already cramped bunk and spooned me. "Ryro… are you still mad about-"
"Yes."
"Can you stop being mad…"
"No."
"But Ryan…"
"Shut up."
"Ryan! I was drunk!"
I pushed Brendon out of the bunk sending him to ground then closed the curtain with a swift movement.
"Stop acting like my dad. You can't just blame all your issues on red-bull and vodka", I hissed as I pushed my head back into my pink pillow.
Brendon got quite for once in his life. I could feel my words carving into my brain, causing him to fall under a poison much greater the belladonna.  I then could here him run to the nearest bathroom and completely vomit up every last drop of alcohol he put into that stomach the night before. Drunk or not… he still did what he did last night…
I could hear him come back slowly and with a causations conscience pulled back the bunk curtain.
"I didn't mean to do it Ryan…"
"Did you even know her first name?"
Brendon was quite again.
"Exactly."
More quite.
"I think her name was um… Maybe… Kate? Or um… maybe something with a D or E… "
"Exactly. She was just some hot mess in a bar that must be so much better then me."
I turned to look at Brendon and the first thing I knew, his lips clashed with mine. My head buzzed with emotion He pulled away and whispered, "I was drunk… and she came onto me."
After that, I didn't even need a expiations anymore. He was Brendon. His face was enough to tell me  sorry.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss you fool!" I barked, grabbing the back on his head and pulling his face to mine.  I could feel a smile come onto his lips as I pulled on his dark hair. His hands cupped my face as he passionately kissed me, sending chills down my spine into my finger tips and toes. After a few moment he pulled away and crawled next to me, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Brendon", I uttered as he left a trail of kissing up my neck and jaw line.
"Yes?"
"Get out of my bunk", I laughed and pushed him from the bunk once again.

Every morning from that morning on, whenever we were on tour, Brendon would wake up first, crawl into my bunk, and wake me up with whispers of sweet nothings and butterfly kisses. That would be fallowed up buy, "Good morning Mr. Ros"', and a whispered reply of, "Yeah… only cause you're here."

Description
Every morning would start the same way when I was on tour. I would unwrap my long arms from the pillow I held close to me and I would stretch, hitting my head on the top of my bunk. I would then curse to myself, make my way out to the kitchen area and grab whatever seemed somewhat edible from the fridge and sit and wait from Brendon to walk out and say "Good morning Mr. Ross", at which I would shoot back, "Yeah, only because you're here." He would smile and laugh and followed it up with a kiss on the side of the head
This morning was not one of those morning….

"RYAN! Get your pretty ass up!" Brendon laughed, poking that pretty face of his through my bunks curtain.
"Go die Urie." I grumbled, throwing the pillow next to me at his face.
He crawled into my already cramped bunk and spooned me. "Ryro… are you still mad about-"
"Yes."
"Can you stop being mad…"
"No."
"But Ryan…"
"Shut up."
"Ryan! I was drunk!"
I pushed Brendon out of the bunk sending him to ground then closed the curtain with a swift movement.
"Stop acting like my dad. You can't just blame all your issues on red-bull and vodka", I hissed as I pushed my head back into my pink pillow.
Brendon got quite for once in his life. I could feel my words carving into my brain, causing him to fall under a poison much greater the belladonna.  I then could here him run to the nearest bathroom and completely vomit up every last drop of alcohol he put into that stomach the night before. Drunk or not… he still did what he did last night…
I could hear him come back slowly and with a causations conscience pulled back the bunk curtain.
"I didn't mean to do it Ryan…"
"Did you even know her first name?"
Brendon was quite again.
"Exactly."
More quite.
"I think her name was um… Maybe… Kate? Or um… maybe something with a D or E… "
"Exactly. She was just some hot mess in a bar that must be so much better then me."
I turned to look at Brendon and the first thing I knew, his lips clashed with mine. My head buzzed with emotion He pulled away and whispered, "I was drunk… and she came onto me."
After that, I didn't even need a expiations anymore. He was Brendon. His face was enough to tell me  sorry.
"Oh, just shut up and kiss you fool!" I barked, grabbing the back on his head and pulling his face to mine.  I could feel a smile come onto his lips as I pulled on his dark hair. His hands cupped my face as he passionately kissed me, sending chills down my spine into my finger tips and toes. After a few moment he pulled away and crawled next to me, lacing his fingers with mine.
"Brendon", I uttered as he left a trail of kissing up my neck and jaw line.
"Yes?"
"Get out of my bunk", I laughed and pushed him from the bunk once again.

Every morning from that morning on, whenever we were on tour, Brendon would wake up first, crawl into my bunk, and wake me up with whispers of sweet nothings and butterfly kisses. That would be fallowed up buy, "Good morning Mr. Ros"', and a whispered reply of, "Yeah… only cause you're here."