The Boy With Bedroom Eyes. (For Jessita) Part Twenty(!)

Max was there in the coffee shop first. It wasnt too packed, as it would be on a Friday night. It was a Tuesday afternoon. That was good. He'd already gotten Ryan his coffee. After a year together, he'd know what his lover would like to drink. He couldnt even drink his own coffee he was so excited to see Ryan.
Ryan stared at the coffee shop, sitting next to Brendon in the car.
"You okay?"
The boy nodded dumbly, smoothing out his shirt again. Brendon caught his hands.
"Hey. You look fine. Okay? Now, dont forget... If he starts to act. Like... You know, like Max, you call Jon, Spence, or me. You got that?"
Ryan nodded again. Breathing out slowly, the boy climbed out of the car, his lithe body unfolding. Brendon watched him walk inside. He sighed, and like an unwilling mother, left Ryan at the hands of a known danger.
Ryan smoothed out his shirt once more, entering the coffee shop.
Max looked up from his coffee, and absolutely melted. Ryan was so cute now, even if it had been a few months. He smiled, and stood up when Ryan walked over. Their eyes met for a few moments, and Max reached his hand out, shaking a little. Ryan grinned, and leant forward to kiss Max. The kiss was greet happily by the other boy, who missed this touch of the other's, who missed him so much it hurt inside.
Once they pulled away, they surely had the attention of everyone in the shop, but they never really cared about things like that. Max smiled, smoothing Ryan's hair slowly from his face.
"I got you coffee."
Ryan laughed; happy, and kissed Max again.
"Fuck... Oh... god, Ryan..."
The boy pushed his hips, gasping as Max pushed into him.
They had left the coffee shop, hand-in-hand, happy to be together again. Max had insisted relentlessly that he hadnt had alcohol in a very long time. And he wasnt thinking of starting to drink again. Ryan showered him with kisses; he was so incredibly happy that they could be together again, safely. Once the kissing was done, and they were leaving, Max asked Ryan if he could come back home. He did like living with Isabelle, but he just wanted to be home, even if it was for a while.
"I dont want to stay forever... just for a bit with you."
Ryan nodded happily, holding Max's hand as they walked to the car. There was more kissing, groping, and moaning going on in the car, and they didnt even care if people saw.
They missed each other.

If life aint just a joke, then why are we laughing?
♥