The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 3 (part 1)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
P.O.V: 1st, Brendon's
Summary: Ryan is Brendon's best friend, they grew up together. But Ryan is different. An accident when he was a child left him deaf. Brendon has always taken care of Ryan, but now he's starting to care for Ryan in a different way...
Disclaimer: Fiction, I own nothing. It’s not real.
Masterpost
Chapter 3 (part 1)
“Brendon. Mmm, that feels good,” Ryan moans. I’m straddling him, kissing my way up his neck, biting just a little every now and then. I find my way back to his lips, connecting them to my own. He bucks his hips up against mine, and God, that felt good. He apparently thinks so too, because he keeps doing it over and over again. I can’t help the loud moan that escapes.
“God, Bren. Brendon…Brendon,” he keeps repeating my name. Just him saying my name like that is turning me on so fucking much. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I was clearly wrong.
“Brendon, Brendon!”
“Mmm, Ryan,” I mutter.
“BRENDON! Wake up!” My eyes snap open, and I’m met with the image of Ryan’s face looming over me, looking worried.
“What?!” As I’m starting to fully wake up, I realize what exactly it was that I was just dreaming about. Oh. God. Please, please for the love of God, don’t tell me I have a boner. Not with Ryan right here. I discreetly glance down. Oh thank you, Jesus. I’m safe. I let out a sigh of relief. I seriously do not know how I just had that dream, and didn’t wake up hard.
“You were rolling around all over the place, and your arm flew out and hit me in the face. Were you having a bad dream or something? It looked like you were making noise.” I instantly feel my cheeks heat up. Oh, I bet I was making noise alright. For once, I’m glad he couldn’t hear me. I bet I was like, moaning out his name and shit.
“Oh my fucking God, this is getting insane.” Oops. I didn’t mean to actually say that. I didn’t sign it, but he seems to have read my lips just fine.
“Huh? What’s getting insane? You never have nightmares,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Um, nothing. I don’t know, I’m still half asleep,” I lie.
“Well, whatever. Get up, lazy ass. It’s like, noon and I’m bored.” Ryan can really be a bitch sometimes.
I decide to let him know this. “You’re a bitch.”
He smirks at me before shoving me off the bed. I land on the floor with a loud ‘thud’ in a messy heap of blankets completely twisted around me. I untangle myself and stand up, glaring at him.
“Oh, good, you’re up! Let’s do something,” he says, grinning.
“God, you’re an ass sometimes,” I reply before walking out and going to the bathroom. When I come back out, Ryan is right in front of the door, causing me to have a small heart attack and let out a rather embarrassing noise. “God! What?!” I shriek. He’s annoying today.
“Jesus, someone got pushed off the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he says playfully.
Ugh. He’s even adorable when he’s pissing me off. That just frustrates me even more. I sigh, then proceed to walk past him and down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Brendon, I’m just playing with you, don’t be mean to me today. I just wanted us to have fun,” he signs. Great. I’ve made him stop talking. Now I feel like an asshole. I guess I am being kind of a bitch.
I sigh again. “Sorry, I’m just irritated. Just one of those days.”
“It’s alright…I can just go home I guess.”
“No, no, don’t go home. And don’t stop talking just because I woke up in a bitchy mood. I’m sorry, I’ll be nicer, I promise,” I say with a small smile. He just smiles back and nods a little.
“So, what do you wanna do?” I ask, trying to sound happy at least. Then I realize that doesn’t matter because he can’t hear me. Duh, Brendon. He shrugs, staring at the ground.
“I thought maybe we could have a movie day like we used to. We haven’t done that in ages without falling asleep after the first movie,” he says with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah, and we can order pizza and eat so much junk food we’ll probably throw up for a week, but it’ll be worth it,” I grin. The prospect of a movie day has put me in a significantly better mood. I used to love those days. We always had so much fun. Though, I do remember one day, when I was thirteen and Ryan was fourteen, we were watching some movie, and it apparently wasn’t exactly PG, so Ryan and I sat there in awkwardness while it was playing, until he finally asked me about sex. I was completely surprised, and embarrassed, God. But he told me he didn’t know anything about it, and well, my mom had the talk with me, (in more detail than I would’ve liked) so I awkwardly explained what I knew. I still can’t believe he was fourteen and didn’t know how sex worked. He is so sheltered, seriously. His mom wants him to never grow up, ever. Then the guy in the movie asked some hooker for a blowjob, after which Ryan proceeded to ask me what that was.
“Hey, remember when you asked me what a blowjob was?” I say, laughing.
“Brendon!” he shrieks, cheeks coloring. That just makes me laugh even harder. He shoves my shoulder and yells, “Shut up! I didn’t know what it was, God!” He walks to the couch and flings himself onto it, burying his head in the cushion. He hides his face when he’s embarrassed, because then he knows he has an excuse not to talk, because he can’t hear if someone’s talking to him so he doesn’t have to reply.
I walk to the couch and flip him over. “Ryan, chill. You can’t go die of embarrassment every time I say the word ‘blowjob.’” I can’t help but giggle a little.
“It’s not that you said ‘blowjob,’ Brendon, it’s that you brought up the time I asked you what a fucking blowjob was,” he says, mortified.
“So? I asked you how guys have gay sex that one time.” Yes, I did. And his face had turned the color of a tomato. (“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I know everything about gay sex, Brendon, God!” he had said.)
“That’s not any less embarrassing for me!” he cries. He really is adorable.
“Since when are you embarrassed over shit like this with me anyway? You never used to be.”
He looks confused, then thoughtful. “I don’t know. Can I ask you something?” Random.
“Sure,” I say.
“Why are you a virgin?” I blink. What? Did he really just ask me that? I just gape at him, eyes wide. I start spluttering, my mouth opening and closing.
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘why am I a virgin’?” I nearly shriek, cheeks flaming.
“Well I mean, you’ve had plenty of chances, right? I know tons of girls have had crushes on you, and you haven’t even kissed anyone. I don’t get it.”
“Um…did you already forget our little conversation last night? Wait, you weren’t so high you don’t even remember it, were you? I swear to God, Ryan-"
“No, you idiot. I remember. But you still thought you liked girls back then, right? So why didn’t you do anything with any of them?” he questions. I don’t know why he’s so curious about my nonexistent sex life.
“Um…I don’t know. Like I told you last night, I’ve never liked anyone, so I’m not just gonna have sex with someone just for the hell of it when I don’t even like them. I mean, you’re really confusing me here.” He really is confusing me. All of this should be obvious to him.
“Huh. Maybe you always knew you were gay, somewhere inside that little head of yours,” he says, pinching my cheek. I bat his hand away and glare.
“We still haven’t confirmed my gayness yet.”
“Well, I think you are. I can’t believe I never thought it before. It’s painfully obvious sometimes,” he replies.
Well, now I’m offended. “What?” I scoff. “How?”
“Well for one, you wear girl pants, Brendon,” he deadpans.
“Hey! You know boy pants don’t fit me right! That is not even a fair justification for gayness.”
“Anyway, you wear eyeliner sometimes, you actually care about your hair, you have good fashion sense, you love to shop, and you bounce. You fucking bounce, Bren, when you get all excited, and you giggle a lot.”
“Ryan, you do all of those things!” Hypocrite.
“Uh, yeah, Brendon. And I’m gay.” Oh, right. Duh.
Well now I just don’t know what to say. “Fucking…whatever…” I grumble under my breath while he smirks at me. “Let’s just watch movies, asshole. I could be spending my Friday night doing something with someone who’s actually nice to me, but since I’m such a good friend, I’ll stay here with you while you be an ass.”
Part 2