Bryce threw the door open, groaning as his feet his the wooden floor. He dragged his suitcase behind him, the soft clinking of his keys hitting the handle annoying him greatly.

He sighed, swallowing harshly as he looked around, taking everything in for a moment.

The lights were on in the hallway, and he saw the spare keys in the dining room. He let out a tired sigh as he closed his eyes momentarily.

He set the suitcase up against the wall by the coat hanger, quickly kicking off his shoes and throwing his keys onto the kitchen table as he walked by, going for the bedroom.

He practically fell into the bed, messing up the covers and pillows as he got comfortable.

Bryce's eyes were shut as he moved around, fitting himself on the bed so his feet weren't hanging off the side.

He rolled over, trying to find a good position for himself.

He found himself lying on his stomach, hands beneath a pillow, his cheek pressed against the pillow, thinking about the past couple weeks and how grateful he was to be in his happy home.

He was so happy to be home after the disastrous trip. He had gone to visit his family in Georgia for a couple weeks, it having been his mother's birthday. He could never miss out on his mother's birthday. Not after all the birthdays she had to throw for him.

When he had gotten down there, his mother was the first to greet him, running off the porch, grabbing Bryce into her a hug and squeezing.

His father wanted nothing to do with him, really. It had been like that ever since he had come out about his sexuality and moved to Chicago.

Of course, Bryce was willing to endure the hell his father would surely put him through, for his mother. Because she was happy for him, she was understanding.

Why couldn't his father have been the same?

Everything had been going well until about a week in, when Bryce's dad had asked if he had met any girls in Chicago.

Of course, he only did this to show his disapproval towards Bryce's current relationship.

Bryce had told him what he had last time this came up: he was in a relationship with a guy.

This had led to a fight at the dinner table, and Bryce had ended up in his old room, forgetting about his mother and her birthday.

He didn't even bother to call Ryan, he didn't want to upset his boyfriend. The older male hadn't really been thrilled with him leaving in the first place.

So Bryce slept it off, keeping his anger in check and sleeping in late the next day.

Of course, the next day he had done everything for his mother, having felt guilty for the night before.

This resulted in a talk from his mother, explaining that his father was just difficult, but was also looking out for him.

Bryce's response? A scoff and an eye roll.

By the time the two weeks were over, Bryce was tired and ready to be back in his shared apartment.

He closed his eyes and listened to his breathing, wondering why it was so quiet in the apartment.

Then he heard the shower turn on in the next room, and the sound of low humming.

Well, that answers that question.

Bryce glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, sighing as he read 9:50 PM in bright red coloring.

He ran a hand through his hair, listening to the quiet humming and trying to figure out what the tune was.

When he couldn't, Bryce chuckled, pulling the covers over his form, too tired to change into pajamas.

He let his eyes close, and was soon greeted by darkness as he fell asleep, his mind focused on the sound of running water.

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When he awoke, he realized there was someone else in the bed with him.

He smiled softly, glancing at the digital clock once again as he read the numbers silently.

He had been asleep for a couple hours. Which meant that it was almost midnight.

Bryce turned his head slightly, realizing he must've changed sleeping positions, because now he was lying on his back.

He looked over to see Ryan sleeping soundly on his side, his back to Bryce. The blonde chuckled lightly, then clamped a hang over his mouth, forgetting that Ryan was a light sleeper.

He sighed when Ryan turned to face him, eyes open but cloudy with sleep, a small smile gracing his features. Ryan yawned, stretching his arm towards Bryce and pulling him close, swallowing before speaking to the younger male.

"Welcome home, Brycey."

Bryce found his body relaxing against the older's, taking note of the huskiness in his voice, indicating that he had just woken up.

He let his fingers trace circles on the top of the brunette's, his own voice a bit weird due to sleep.

"I missed home. I missed you."

He felt Ryan's grip on him tighten a bit at the confession, and Bryce smiled at this.

Ryan nodded, placing his head in the crook of Bryce's neck, his breath sending shivers up the blonde's spine.

"I missed you too, Bryce."

Bryce slipped his hand into Ryan's, satisfied when he felt the shorter man's hand squeeze gently, and he yawned, looking up at the ceiling, basking in the warmth radiating off of his boyfriend.

These were the moments he lived for. These moments made the trips to Georgia, the failed family dinners, and the disapproving fathers bearable.

The moments where he could just sit in silence with Ryan and enjoy himself, or where they could watch a movie and cuddle on the couch until one of them fell asleep.

Or even where they could play games with each other, the subscribers totally unaware that they were in the same apartment.

He loved those moments. He loved Ryan.

And Ryan loved him.

He had missed this so much. Two weeks without his Ryan acting like the small bunny in his arms was enough to push him to insanity.

Two weeks without the kisses, the cuddles, the pure, unsaturated love.

That was enough to drive anyone insane.

Bryce cleared his throat, his hand finding solace on Ryan's collarbone, fingers brushing against the area softly.

"What happened while I was gone?"

He felt more than heard the small chuckle from Ryan, and was confused at first.

Ryan licked his lips absently, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke.

"Well, Jonathan and Luke ganged up on me in 'Gang Beasts', we played some 'Dead By Daylight', I won by the way, I was living off of takeout, and my subscribers thought I was mad at you because you weren't in any videos."

Bryce frowned half heartedly before letting out a small chuckle, following Ryan's eyes to the ceiling fan.

"I told you to get groceries before I left," he paused, letting his fingers trail down to rest on his boyfriend's chest lightly, "did you clarify things with the fans?"

Ryan hummed, nodding slowly and yawning loudly, causing Bryce to yawn himself. He smiled up at the younger male, taking in the soft gaze that Bryce was giving him.

"I told them you were on a trip. As for the groceries, you know I can't cook to save my life."

Bryce smiled, his head on top of Ryan's as they stared up at the fan, eyes fluttering closed and then opening, breathing almost in sync.

"You're not wrong."

"I'm never wrong."

"You were wrong about us."

Ryan raised a brow, looking up at Bryce, who was occupied with the fan. When Bryce noticed the silence, he continued.

"You said we wouldn't last a week. Because of my parents and people in general."

Ryan hummed a response, his eyes finding their place on the bathroom door, the door knob holding sudden interest to him.

"I was a bit of a pessimist."

Bryce scoffed, propping himself up on one elbow and eying Ryan.

"Was? You still are!" He shoved Ryan playfully, earning him a fake gasp from the man next to him.

The older male smiled, closing his eyes for a moment before finding his voice.

"I've gotten better."

He felt a pair of lips brush against his cheek and he blushed, not expecting the sudden contact, but enjoying it nonetheless.

Bryce pulled away, his face a bit more pink than usual, his eyes sparkling. His fingers were tracing patterns onto Ryan's chest, the goosebumps very noticeable under his touch.

"Yeah, you have."

Ryan smiled at this, Bryce's light tone giving him joy and making his heart flutter a bit.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, but neither minded, for it was a comfortable silence. One that could last for hours if they wanted it to.

Ryan was thinking about the many times he and Bryce had been given dirty looks or when Bryce's mood had changed severely due to a phone call that involved his father.

It was something neither of them wanted to face, but they had no choice. All they could do was stand by each other.

Bryce, on the other hand, was thinking about all the times their friends had joked about the two being together, and then not realizing how right they actually were.

It made him smile, but it also made him wonder, were they that obvious?

If Delirious said something, then yes, they were.

And he had said many things.

They had yet to tell their friends about their relationship. In fact, the only one who knew was Luke. And he had found out himself after a Skype video call involving Ryan in the backround with nothing but a towel around his waist and dripping hair.

Bryce had laughed it off, but Ryan had been embarrassed. It wasn't often his friends saw him partially naked.

Well, except for Bryce, but he didn't count. He was much more than a friend, after all.

Anyways, Luke had served them multiple questions, which Bryce had to answer, mostly because Ryan was getting changed and trying to keep his cool.

"Why's he in your apartment?"

"He lives here."

"Since fuckin' when?"

"Since I told you I moved to Chicago."

"Does he always walk around the place with nothing but a damn towel on?"

"I don't mind."

"Why not?"

"I've seen him with a lot less on."

"What the fuck, Bryce?"

"What?"

"That's gay as hell."

"Then it matches us perfectly."

"Wait......"

"Waiting."

"Are you two fuckers together?"

And that's how Luke had learned. Of course, Ryan hadn't been too pleased, having wanted to keep their relationship relatively secret, but he got over it quickly.

Besides, it was nice being able to talk to Bryce and sit with him while he was playing with Luke.

He didn't have to hide for hours and wait to feel Bryce's arms around his body.

It was nice to be able to be open with at least one of their friends, and Luke didn't have a problem with it, sometimes he even encouraged it.

Bryce exhaled slowly, laying back down, keeping his one hand in Ryan's own. He could hear the brunette breathing softly, and it soothed him to know he was back where he belonged with the one he loved.

"Ryan?"

Ryan looked up, opening those hazel eyes Bryce had fallen in love with, smiling lightly and squeezing his hand.

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

Ryan was shocked when the words left Bryce's mouth. His heart dropped a little bit, never having been asked this by Bryce before.

Ryan furrowed his brows, confused at the question. Of course he did, why would Bryce ask such a thing?

"I-of course I do, Bryce. Why would you even feel the need to ask?"

Bryce nodded, shrugging as he did so, his face a tinted with a blush as his thoughts turned into a voice.

"Reassurance. Closure. I don't know."

Ah, so that's why. Ryan knew Bryce tended to overthink things, and he often thought of the worst possibilities. Bryce had grown up in a home that didn't exactly show their love.

It was hard for Bryce to accept what Ryan was giving him. It was confusing. But deep down, Bryce knew Ryan loved him. It was just a little difficult to get past the "what ifs".

Ryan rubbed his thumb against Bryce's knuckles, smiling when Bryce leaned into his touch, hearing the small sigh from his boyfriend.

"Bryce, I love you. Don't you ever think otherwise, you understand?"

Bryce smiled innocently, putting his head on top of Ryan's before answering, his voice somewhat small, but Ryan didn't mind at all.

"I understand."

Ryan nodded, his eyes trying to give out on him. He was tired, but wanted to stay up with Bryce until the blonde fell asleep.

But alas, Ryan found his eyes closing, his mind slowly drifting away. He could barely hear Bryce's voice anymore, and it bothered him that he would be asleep before the taller male.

"And Ryan?"

"Hmm?" The reply was quiet, almost inaudible, but he figured Bryce heard him. He almost always did.

Ryan became worried when he didn't hear a response, but his mind and body was shutting down, sleep was calling, and he had no choice but to accept.

He let out one last sigh, deciding he could ask Bryce what he needed in the morning. But then he heard it.

"I love you, too."

Ryan smile contentedly, his heart fluttering at the confession, the peacefulness of slumber taking over him, but not before he felt the soft pair of lips brush against his and a murmur that he couldn't make out.

That was okay, though. The confession and the kiss had been enough for him tonight.

They would be enough for a while.