Ryan Wayland

*****“The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.” ****** 23. Performing arts. fourth year. Singer. songwriter. Guitar. Quiet. Shy. Nervous around people. Stutterer.

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

A lazy smile graced his lips as the music faded to nothingness again, and he slowly opened his eyes to drink in Ryan a moment, before giving polite applause. “There was indeed. However, your guitar is going to pose a small issue if it remains in your lap. And, you know, you should appreciate me for more than my fawning skills.”

[his--handsomestranger]

Ryan hummed softly, a playful smirk on his face as he ran his fingers over the strings of his guitar. He remained this way for a few moments before he set the guitar gently on the ground, and reached out to pull Christopher into his lap instead. Once the other male was settled he began to press soft kisses along the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, “How a-about this. Is t-t-this better?”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

“Probably philosophers I would imagine,” he followed, a weight leaving his chest as the depth of the subject finally shallowed to nothingness. He pressed another kiss to Ryan’s skin, this time his jaw, before settling back in. “But I’m not most people, am I? To me, you’re just tiny and precious. I remain a gangly bean pole.”

[his--handsomestranger]

“Well then I g-g-guess its a good thing neither of us are philosophers,” Ryan replied in a warm voice. The comment about his height were so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but grin.  Leaning over he captured the other male’s lips in a slow lingering kiss, his grin and gaze soft when he pulled back, “I love you. You know t-that right?”

[kirsten-the-kitty-kat-deactivat]

She sat herself down next to him, still not saying a word. She didn’t need to.

[his--handsomestranger]

“Hi.”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Chris laughed softly at the wiggled eyebrows. “Would a poster help? I have been reliably informed that I make a cracking poster. I could also faint after feeling up your muscles.” He watched happily, crossing his legs under him as he watched Ryan set himself up, and wondered silently if he could ever get Ryan to stop doubting him. He found himself closing his eyes, and leaning his head back against the wall as the sound of Ryan’s singing washed over him.

[his--handsomestranger]

Ryan finished the song, allowing his fingers to run over the strings to prolong the last few notes before he flicked his gaze back up to the boy sitting across from him, giving a tiny smile, “N-now... t-there was something about t-touching my m-muscles?”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

“Morals and philosophy are confusing after a while,” Chris murmured, but preened happily under his partner’s lips. Chuckling lightly, he found himself happily sinking into the other’s side. “And I love my Superman. Ah yes, you are irresistibly adorable but even more so because you’re my special short-ass. Was I drawn by a young, budding artist after all then?”

[his--handsomestranger]

“T-t-then w-who needs to talk about it,” Ryan replied easily, lips twitching slightly as he rolled his eyes. “I f-f-feel like you n-n-need to g-g-grow a f-few more inches before you c-c-can call me a s-short ass. I a-am taller t-than most people you k-know.”

[kirsten-the-kitty-kat-deactivat]

[his--handsomestranger]

[his--handsomestranger]

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Ryan’s arm encasing him was definitely an improvement in comfort, as his head fit nicely against the other’s body as he was pulled a little closer. Christopher still had Ryan’s other hand in his, and decided to return the favor of the kiss he’d been given earlier, pressing an intimate one to the palm of Ryan’s hand. “But then again, if someone was raised to believe something we believe to be bad is good, does that make them evil? Simply because they didn’t know better?” He asked in response, seeing too that the conversation had still swung closer to the deep end than he would’ve liked. “Well I definitely don’t dislike them… They’re like the icing on the cake of a very wonderful person. Besides, look at me. I’m Slenderman compared to you. It’s a nice change.”

[his--handsomestranger]

“N-no. I t-t-think if you’re e-e-evil you have to be... t-t-take either true j-joy out of other’s pain, or... s-some genuine malice or... s-s-something,” Ryan gave a small shake of his head as he lost track of what he had been trying to say, it seemed easier to twist and press a kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s head instead, “I l-l-love my s-slenderman, and y-you have the t-taller thing going f-for you. My t-tall handsome s-stickman.” 

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Christopher grinned a little to himself; it was quite something to be able to say that a person only wanted to be with you, to do small things for them and so on. “Does that mean my discount will even give me backstage access then?” He asked, smirking a little at the double meaning. Chris chuckled and nodded. “That might be because you’re actually pretty clever, funny that. Oooh… Requests? How about some Snow Patrol then? I’ve always liked Chasing Cars.” He laughed again at this, laying his head back as he reached for a pillow. “You could never disappoint me Ryan, shush,” he pointed out, tossing the cushion at the other playfully.

[his--handsomestranger]

Ryan wiggled his eyebrows, “M-maybe if you behave yourself, f-f-fawn over me e-enough and I’ll c-consider it.”  Dodging the pillow he gave a laugh, readjusting his guitar so that he’d be able to play the song, “Perhaps I j-j-just haven’t found a w-way to disappoint you y-yet.. however s-s-since I don’t want to d-do it yet, h-how about I g-get to the s-s-s-singing...”  

“ We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

“Okay, so maybe Snape wasn’t evil… Still don’t think him loving Lily justifies anything…” He mumbled stubbornly as he adjusted his head to be more comfortable on Ryan’s shoulder. Listening as Ryan explained this, he found himself thinking further into this. “A human without humanity then?” He offered, knowing the other wasn’t inherently trying to say puppies or butterflies were evil as they had no human in them. “To be honest, sometimes I think humans are the bad things. Look at what we’re doing to the world… Poverty, wars, pollution. Maybe being human means more than one thing, good and bad.” Christopher scoffed a little at this, and turned his head to press a kiss through his shirt. “Not always. What they are however, is ripped. All of them. All Greek gods seem to have a pretty active gym life.”

[his--handsomestranger]

Ryan gave a small nod of his head at the clarification that was made, shifting his own arm as he did so he could wrap it around the boys shoulder, pulling Christopher closer so that he would hopefully be more comfortable, “I t-t-think... humanity is t-t-the choice, t-the awareness of... l-life and c-c-consequences. Of t-the idea of g-g-good and b-bad, and m-making the c-choice of w-what is... or i-isn’t and then w-which they w-want to be.” Ryan hummed, the sound deep in his throat, as he thought a little, cheeks colouring slightly as he realised he possibly dragged the conversation slightly off track, gone too deep. He was happy to take the more playful conversation on, “Ah s-s-so what you’re t-telling me is y-you like my m-muscles.” 

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

“Oh?” Christopher asked, a hand moving to his chest, his smile wide and touched. “Well then, now I’m just flattered. Though a poor small town guy like myself might only get back row seats,” he joked with a smirk. “Critiques? Hm…” He thought for a moment, knowing Ryan took his music seriously. “Honestly, I can’t think of anything. Everything’s… It’s beautiful.” Moving from his position in the doorway, he unceremoniously flopped onto the bed, and looked up at Ryan from where he lay. “The chorus lyrics are pretty clever too.”

[his--handsomestranger]

“A-a-as you should be, I d-don’t give out these bargains to j-just anybody,” he chuckled, punctuating the sound with a few taps against the surface of the instrument. He resisted the urge to pluck out an annoying tune as Christopher thought. He genuinely wanted to know his opinions, and did not believe teasing him (while fun) would be the best way to go around doing that.  “W-well every s-s-so often my brain c-c-can come up with s-some clever ph-phrases. So... n-now that you’re here... d-do you h-have any r-requests. I w-wouldn’t w-want to put on a d-disappointing s-show after I put in s-so much effort t-to make sure you c-could come.”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Christopher had to repress the smile Ryan nearly coaxed from him by stubbornly continuing to pout. This task was made all the more difficult by the fact Chris was so happy to see Ryan in a decent mood. “Okay, Voldemort was truly evil, yes. Snape being a salty bitch would be one thing, but he was literally Neville’s biggest fear! On some degree that makes him evil, especially with all the abuse he gave. No one has the right to treat others like that.” Christopher smiled at the kiss placed on his hand, and nuzzled his head onto Ryan’s shoulder. “Nah, I’m leaning towards Poseidon, maybe more Zeus.”

[his--handsomestranger]

“N-not that I w-would j-j-justify the a-abuse but N-Neville was a v-very s-sensitive young b-boy... S-Snape did not set out t-to become someone’s f-f-fear he simply had n-no r-regard for his a-a-actions or t-the fact that he could b-be come that. I think... to b-be truly evil, to w-warrant the word y-you must be... entirely d-devoid of the t-things that also make us human. There are very few e-evil beings in this world, both living and f-f-fictional.” Ryan hadn’t meant to go off quite so much on the topic but the thoughts had arrived to him and in the end he had decided to share. “D-d-don’t Poseidon and Z-Zeus both have long g-grey beards?”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Chris was tempted to applaud when the song was over, but instead deciding to walk back to the kitchen, he was only just caught by Ryan’s words. Smiling sheepishly, he opened the door and stuck his head around it. “Didn’t think I could afford the tickets,” he joked, leaning on the doorway, one leg kicked over the other as he crossed his arms. “Besides, you might’ve stopped if I’d actually come in. Is that something new you’re working on?”

[his--handsomestranger]

“For someone a-as cute as you I m-m-might consider giving a d-discount,” Ryan teased, his hands running lightly along the top of his guitar strings, though he wasn’t making any proper sound. “I... d-d-don’t know what it is y-yet. It j-just sort of... w-was stuck in m-my head. G-got any c-critiques f-for it?”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

”One brilliant movie I might add. And exactly! When people are in love they do a lot of selfish stuff. And don’t start me on Snape, Ryan. He was evil, and I don’t care if he had a thing for Harry’s mum in the end, that doesn’t justify him abusing her son for years simply cos he wasn’t his… Grr…” He mumbled, and with both hands holding one of Ryan’s now, he ran his thumbs over the back of them softly. “Yes, yes you do. And not a Buddha either.”

[his--handsomestranger]

Ryan gave a very soft laugh, his expression colouring with soft bemusement, “I w-w-was talking about his r-role in Love A-Actually, you w-w-were the one who s-started on Snape. Though I t-think e-evil is m-misplaced. S-so few p-p-people are truly evil. Snape w-was j-just... a b-b-bitter childish m-man who t-thought his p-poor life g-gave him the r-right to abuse others.”  Glancing down at their hands he paused, thoughtful for a moment before he bowed his head to press a soft kiss to the back of the hand closes to him, “Oh? A-a-am I one of t-those multi-limbed H-Hindu g-gods?” 

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Chris had been about to knock on Ryan’s door and ask if he’d wanted a drink or anything when he heard the music. Instead of interrupting, he instead waited outside to listen. It never failed to amaze him how someone could remain so modest and humble when they had the talent and background Ryan did.

[his--handsomestranger]

For all of the concentration that he invested into his music (and Ryan put his entire soul into what he was playing, whether it was something of his or something else) he was also oddly aware of who was around. It wasn’t the same as his day to day anxiety, but simply an absentminded account of who might be close enough to hear the music. Even with his door closed, and the singing filling the room he was aware of the presence outside of his door. He grinned slightly, but waited until his song was over before speaking up, “It s-sounds b-better if y-you come into t-t-the room... o-or so I’ve b-b-been told.”

[x-aphrodite]

“Okay….S-sure.. I don’t…. I don’t know–if y-you’d be s-safer with me though.”

[his--handsomestranger]

“I t-t-trust you... I think t-t-together w-w-we’ll be... all r-r-right.”

[his--crazy-christopher-blog]

Seeing the direction the conversation was heading in, Chris tried to steer them a little further from the dark of their topics. “Yeah? I’ve always found people tend to act selfishly when they’re in love. Well, in Love Actually at least. And though you have the body of a God, Ryan, it doesn’t mean you are one. How could any of us know really?” He asked, holding his hand out for the other to take.

[his--handsomestranger]

“Judging your actions a-a-a-all off o-o-of one m-m-movie? And I d-d-don’t know, I t-t-think that guy in l-love with h-his best fr-friend’s g-girl had s-some selfish moments... and w-what about the Harry P-Potter professor?” Ryan flashed him a small smile before taking the offered hand, “S-so... I h-have the body of a God?”