You Smell Like Shit and Alchol
Jon laughed about it for days. He, in fact, shared the story with every person he encountered. Well, every person that wouldn’t sell their soul to a reporter to make a few bucks. Pete seemed ecstatic and regularly called just to ask Ryan if he was interrupting something. Ryan and Spencer didn’t talk about it at all. Ryan realized that not actually explaining what happened was not the smartest move but every time he brought it up, Spencer would blush and excuse himself.
Brendon, however, was the strangest. He was less bubbly and more introverted. He avoided everyone at all costs, essentially locking himself in the bunk area. Whenever Ryan would go back there, Brendon would be lying in his bunk, usually with the curtain closed but sometimes open with his back facing out. Ryan figured he was supposed to think Brendon was sleeping.
A week went by before Ryan got fed up. Things on the bus were far too quiet and their concert performance was starting to be affected by the tension. Ryan charged out back and ripped open Brendon’s curtain. He was expecting to see Brendon lying on his side pouting and got, instead, the lead singer hurriedly trying to tuck it back in his boxer-briefs. Ryan looked down at the obvious tenting in Brendon’s shorts then back up at his blushing face.
“You were.” Ryan stopped and started again. “You’re not being all emo?”
Brendon glared at that and gently sat up, trying to create as little friction as possible. “When am I ever all emo, Ross?”
Ryan lowered himself onto the bunk next to Brendon then pulled the man down to lay back down. The small bunk meant that there wasn’t actually much room, especially for two people. Brendon bit his lip as his pelvis brushed against Ryan’s body. Ryan didn’t seem to mind and pulled him closer.
“I thought you were mad at me.” Ryan murmured into Brendon’s hair and kissed his forehead.
“No, of course not. Just, you know, needed some privacy.” Brendon tried to say it as innocently as possible but Ryan still laughed.
“You mean so you could masturbate?”
“Shut up, Ryan. You didn’t hear firsthand how Jon told the story.” Brendon shifted uncomfortably.
“And how was Jon telling the story?” Ryan leaned back to look the other man in the eyes. Brendon blushed and his eyes darted everywhere but back at Ryan as he mumbled a reply. “What was that?”
Brendon glared, “He told everyone you were giving me a blowjob.”
Ryan furrowed his brow, “What’s so sexy about that?”
“He told them you were trying to get me hard so you could do it.”
“Still not seeing it.” Ryan shrugged not seeing the big deal.
“He said it was only a matter of time because you’ve been gagging for it for years.”
Ryan felt his jaw drop which was, he considered in hindsight, not the most appropriate facial expression to have when convincing someone you hadn’t been thinking about blowing them. “I, um, I-Christ, Brendon.”
Ryan stuttered for a few moments then actually thought about what Brendon was saying. “You were horny because you thought I wanted to give you a blowjob?”
Brendon’s face suddenly became an explosion of renewed color. “No! Maybe…a little.”
Ryan smiled and licked his lips. “I could you know. I mean, since you’re ready for it and everything.”
Brendon gaped when he felt Ryan’s hands through his shorts and pushed his hips up for more contact. “Yeah?”
Ryan grinned and started pulling Brendon’s underwear down his legs. “Oh yeah.”