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I just wanna hold your stupid hand and make you laugh and kiss you a lot
Quite often, Brendon finds himself missing his other piece somewhere within their house. But only physically, because he can always hear what he’s doing. Hence it’s not totally weird when the other man is grunting frustratedly. Brendon just wants to know what got Ryan, with his short temper, like that right then.
The super cold office room greets Brendon first thing, and colorful sheets of paper thrown all over Ryan’s desk come next. And it’s clear they’re not balled up sheets with messy lyrics this time. Last thing he knew was his partner does not know how to be crafty. “What are you doing?”
Ryan turns around in his chair, head thrown backwards, hands covering his eyes. Brendon resists the urge of cooing at such a sight when Ryan answers, “Something.” It reminds him of a frustrated child somehow.
“No, hey, I’m being serious.” As serious as he can be when he can totally laugh about his boyfriend doing crafts. “What are you doing with all that paper? My birthday isn’t coming up anytime soon.”
“Will it hurt your ego if I told you it isn’t for you this time?” Ryan is now looking at Brendon, a curious glint in his tired eyes. But if he’s being honest, it hurts his own ego that he cannot bring himself to finish what he started, even if there’s a person explaining exactly what to do through his phone screen. After Brendon scowls at him, Ryan tries again. “Something with paper?”
Brendon gazes again at the futile attempts in front of him, and states matter of fact, “Apparently that something isn’t coming together.”
“Shut up.” Ryan turns again in his chair and rests his face on his desk, the epitome of frustration right in front of Brendon’s eyes. “I’m trying here.”
The latter gets a little worried Ryan might get cut, he swore there were some scissors right there on the desk. And with Ryan’s spindly fingers, he doesn’t trust him with a too-small-for-him pair of scissors. “Want me to help you?”
Ryan takes on the offer in a heartbeat, “If you can put together a sophisticated flower with a single squared piece of paper, then absolutely.”
“I can try, I used to be good at origami.” Brendon shrugs and comes further inside the coldest room in their house. He often forgets why they spend their free time separately when they literally live together; one gets too warm when the other gets too cold. It’s really surprising how they manage to sleep together at night. “Show me the tutorial then.”
Brendon grabs another office chair for himself and wheels closer to Ryan, who replays the YouTube video he had been watching for the last hour. Grabbing another sheet of paper, purple colored, Brendon starts working on it confidently. Ryan watches intently with bemusement.
Halfway through the process, Brendon inquires, “Why do you need this anyway?” And Ryan is a little busy watching Brendon’s precise hand movements, to get jealous of the other man who can perfectly do two things all at once.
“Lost a bet with Jon the other day.” Ryan starts saying, stretching his back, just then feeling the pent up tension on his back. “Let me tell you, he’s quite the original. That bastard made me do his ‘I need crafts to bond with my daughter’ activity. Didn’t believe him at first, but guess school has improved its ways.”
“Jeez, I need to thank him then.” Brendon laughs openly and cracks his fingers, and makes sure to send his lover a kiss before saying, “I love it when your proud self asks me for help.”
“I’m not that proud.” The older one allows himself to pout, but Brendon is really close to finishing the paper flower, and he’s in no place to argue with his savior; there’s no way anyone is willing for Jon’s constant teasing.
After a couple of folds on the paper, Brendon is flashing the flower right on his partner’s face, smiling proudly, and to Ryan’s opinion, mockingly almost. “Here, done.”
“But, how?” The origami thing in Ryan’s fingers feels surreal, there’s no way it came out of a single piece of paper and without a drop of glue, just fold after fold. “I could only crumple that damn paper with so much folding.”
“Patience, Ry. That’s all you need.” Brendon yawns right after, maybe it was night already, he wouldn’t know with all their shades closed off. “And some sleep would help too.”
Ryan follows with a yawn of his own. “You ask for too much.” Although, he’s subconsciously putting all his things away, dumping all his pathetic attempts on the trash can, so they can go to bed already.
“Well, I can certainly ask for another thing then.” Brendon suggests, wheeling himself even closer to Ryan and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
“What is it?” He sounds a little skeptical, but not worried.
“I did your damn flower, so now you owe me something….” The one wrapped like a sleepy koala around his partner trails off. “What about a kiss?”
“A kiss? In that case I would have gone to Spencer instead.” Jokes Ryan, only to gain a light pinch on his arm by his attention needed half.
“Shut up, you cunt. C’mere, I want my kiss.” Brendon grabs Ryan by the back of his neck and gets their lips aligned, and locked. Their fingers tangle in each other's hair, getting a little lost in the moment.
Ryan swears he isn't feeling sleepy anymore, and sure he’s speaking for them both, when they part and asks, “I still need to know why you are so good with your hands though.”
“You really want to know? Then I’ll need more than just a kiss.” Says Brendon confidently. And the way he’s looking up at Ryan is akin to a literal child staring up at a toy on an upper shelf. There wouldn’t be a need to flutter eyelashes, because those brown eyes were all Ryan could ever ask for.
“What a greedy little thing for a boyfriend I got.” The older admits, and gets up before they get as comfortable as they could get in an office chair, then guides them to their bedroom. The place where it isn’t too warm nor too cold.
“The best one you could get, for sure.”