Elevated.

Ryan woke up to his phone buzzing in his ear causing him to growl lowly as he opened his eyes to see golden locks in front of him. At first it took a moment for the scene to play out but once it did he smiled faintly, wrapping his arms around Bryce, he pulled him closer. It was early in the morning an he knew the only person that could be texting him was Smit but he didn't care at the moment. Right now he was going to enjoy what time he had with the blonde before Jonathan came in or he woke up and had to leave.

"Ryan," Bryce called, lazily. "Ryan you've gotta go."

The said man just groaned as he gently kissed the blondes naked shoulder. "I know Bryce." He whispered gently. "I'm going to get my clothes on and leave before he gets here I promise." The blonde moved before grabbing his phone off his desk and he turned it on to see the time. "Twenty minutes is when he gets off and it'll take twenty five to get here. Also, your boyfriend texted you." Ryan nuzzled into the blondes neck as he took a deep breath and took in his smell.

He knew he was doing Smitty wrong but he couldn't help it. He loved Bryce and nothing would change that, no matter how hard he tried. That's why he was in his bed. Obviously the blonde loved him too because he gave Ryan everything that was supposed to be Jonathan's soon. Not anymore.

"Alright I'm gonna go." Ryan stated as he pulled himself out of the bed to reveal his black and gray boxers. "I'll call you today okay? We can go to the mall after you work."

"Okay. Be careful." Bryce smiled as he watched the man grab his clothes. "Don't get chewed out." Ryan snickered as he buttoned his pants and threw on his shirt. "I won't, trust me on that. You need to be the one that don't get chewed out." He winked at the blonde before leaving.

"Smitty no–yes I understand! But I wasn't gone anywhere important..okay? Yes. Yes Smit." Ryan said into the phone as he drove down the road to his house. "Look, I'm just saying that Michelle is expecting us at that diner tonight and we can't skip it over some argument like this. So let's clean up our act for the sake of them okay?" He sighed deeply as he listened to his boyfriend talk on about how he was sleeping at his place and so on.

Ryan hung up the phone when his boyfriend gave him permission and he then tightened his grip on the wheel. He had promised his lover that he would call him and let him know when they could go to the mall, forgetting about the diner plan they had with Michelle. Ryan knew his boyfriend was pissed but he wasn't about to stress over it since he had a great night. No one could ruin his day.

Ryan smiled lightly as the thought crossed back into his head, grip loosening on the wheel. The only problem now was telling Bryce about the diner; he didn't want him thinking all he wants is sex. Picking up the phone he opened up the messages to see he had an unviewed one from his boss that had been from last night. It was notifying him that he only had ten days left till his vacation was over.

Ten days to marry Smitty...

Maybe. Ryan wasn't so sure now that he had just cheated on him and fallen deeper in love with Bryce. He had to think it through.

Then Jonathan popped into his head. His lover was supposed to be getting married today but from what Bryce told him last night, they weren't ready just yet. Since Jon's family lived so far away it'd be a pain to have it now. Ryan had no chance against the man and he knew it-the blonde was wrapped around him like a vine on a porch rail. Twisted.

A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled into his driveway, exiting the car, he saw that Smitty's was gone. The black tire marks said it all. He had left out of anger and frustration.

Ryan made his way to the door and tore off the note that had been posted by his boyfriend. It broke his heart..

Dear Ryan,

I think we shouldn't live together anymore. It's not you its just I think we need a break from being around each other all the time. You wanted to get away from me so bad so now I'm returning the favor. We're not over or anything just not lining under the same roof. I got my things all packed and I'm probably going to have no boxes there whenever I get finished. You best be there at the diner tonight and I'm serious.

-Smit.