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May 2007
“I look like a mess.” Ryan tries and fails to fix his hair in the mirror, getting increasingly frustrated.
“You look fine, you’re just gonna put a hat on it anyway.” Chad laughs from the bed.
Ryan huffs and keeps his attention to the mirror, he can’t say he had expected to wake up at Chad’s the morning after prom. He would give anything to not have to climb back into the suit he’d worn or, much less, to just get his cowlick to lay flat.
He eventually throws his hands down and climbs back into the bed. “Can we just sleep forever, then I don’t have to get dressed and…”
He is cut off by Chad climbing on top of him. “Anyone who has the pleasure to look at you simply cannot complain. There is nothing you can do that would make you not look incredible, not look like you.” Ryan reaches up and pulls Chad's head down so their mouths meet.
The intent was to be a quick peck, but that isn’t the case, once they start Ryan can’t bring himself to pull away and Chad doesn’t seem to mind.
Ryan would think this is all a dream if not for the way he can feel his heart pounding. He is sure his face is red when they finally come up for air.
Chad sits up a bit which still leaves Ryan pinned to the bed. Neither one says anything for a few moments. Chad looks at him and smiles.
“What?” Ryan asks softly, noticing just a glint of something in his eyes. Which makes Chad smile even wider.
“You are like, really here.” He leans down and they kiss again. “Like,” Chad drags a few kisses down towards Ryan’s neck, “right here.”
Ryan can't even respond, he just nods. He could stay here forever stuck on the bed, unable to think about anything but Chad and touching him.
“You have no clue how many times I’ve dreamt exactly this.” Chad says low, almost like a whisper.
Ryan swallows, “then let’s live your dreams.”