The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 7

[ericasaur]

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 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.
Author's Note: Sorry this is a day later than I said it’d be, I’ve been busy. <3

Masterpost

Chapter 7

The minute I take my jacket off when Ryan and I sit down at our lunch table, all the guys start snickering and Gabe says, “Somebody got some action last night,” as he winks at me. And just how the hell do they know that? Did my face give it away? Can they tell Ryan gave me a blowjob just by looking at me? I don’t know how these things work.

Spencer must notice my look of utter confusion and humiliation because he laughs and says, “Dude, you’ve got a huge hickey on your neck.” My eyes widen and my hand immediately snaps up to cover the purple bruise on my neck that Ryan made last night. Damn it, Brendon. That’s the whole reason I wore a jacket on this God awful day.

William whistles and grins at Ryan. “Someone’s kinky, huh, Ryan?” He holds his hand up for Ryan to high-five. Ryan smiles shyly, blushing, and reluctantly touches his hand to William’s. I shoot Ryan a scandalized look, because seriously?

“You guys suck,” I murmur, trying to get my face to return to its original color.

“Nope, Ryan’s the only one that sucks,” Jon giggles out like he’s a thirteen-year-old saying the word ‘sex.’ Ryan blushes and ducks his head down. I just groan. Stupid fucking weather. If it hadn’t been so hot, I never would’ve had to take my jacket off.

I ignore everyone and turn to Ryan. He looks pretty fucking hot today. He’s got on his tightest jeans and a yellow v-neck that’s probably about a girl’s size small. I think he wore this outfit on purpose. He knows those clothes are too tight to be considered anything other than immensely sexy. I love it when he wears tight clothes. He loves when I do too. Shows off my ass. Which is why I’m currently wearing pants that are so tight, it took me ten minutes to get them on this morning. Okay, so maybe I don’t have any room to call him out on trying to seduce me; I’m doing the same thing.

***

“Okay, so everyone turn to page seventy-two and get started on the questions there,” Locklin instructs. I sign to Ryan what he says, because Ryan’s given up on trying to understand him anymore.

“Mr. Urie,” Locklin spits out my last name like it tastes bad. “This is not a partnered assignment, so if you could refrain from sharing answers, that would be great.” God, how many times do I have to explain this to him?

“Sir, we weren’t sharing answers, I was just explaining to Ryan what we were supposed to do.”

“Yes, well, it seems you always have to explain everything to him. How am I to know you aren’t just giving him answers?”

“I wouldn’t do that. It’s just, I have to let him know what you say,” I explain, trying to keep myself calm.

“I think Mr. Ross can manage for himself just fine, can you not, Mr. Ross?” he asks, looking at Ryan. Ryan just looks at him confusedly. He looks to me. I go to sign to him, but Locklin cuts me off.

“I was asking him, Mr. Urie, not you,” he snarls.

“But sir, he can’t-”

“Not another word!” he yells at me. I instinctively flinch back.

He turns his attention back to Ryan. “Mr. Ross, you need to pay more attention in my class. Do you understand me?” Ryan just looks from him to me helplessly.

“Answer me, young man!” he shouts. “I will not be disrespected by someone of the likes of you!”

Ryan can obviously tell Locklin is yelling at him, and he looks confused and scared.

“Mr. Locklin, please, he can’t-" I start angrily, but again, he cuts me off.

“Keep your mouth shut, Mr. Urie!” I glare daggers at him. He goes back to yelling at Ryan.

“Mr. Ross, I don’t know who you think you are, but you aren’t going to use your disability to get away with things that the other students cannot. You can play dumb all you want, but I am not stupid, young man,” he’s full-on screaming now. “You need to take a little bit of responsibility for your-"

Suddenly Ryan stands up, fast, and yells at Locklin, “I can’t hear you! Don’t you understand that? I have no idea what you’re saying to me! I’m not stupid, I’m deaf! I have no idea what your problem is with me, but I’ve tried to be a good student in your class, and you’ve been nothing short of an ignorant asshole to me! I. Can't. Hear. You!” And then Ryan grabs his bag and storms out of the room, leaving everyone wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and gaping. Locklin is just standing there spluttering like an idiot. I glare at him before I jump up and leave to find Ryan. I hear a call of, “Get back here, Mr. Urie!” but I ignore it.

I find Ryan in the courtyard, sitting next to the tree by our lunch table. He’s holding his knees to his chest, crying. Sobbing, actually. His eyes are closed, so I gently touch his hair, making him jump. When he sees me, he just keeps crying. I sit down next to him and put my arm around him. He leans onto me, still sobbing. I don’t say anything, because right now, he just needs someone be with him. First of all, he just spoke in front of a classroom full of people, when he absolutely hates people hearing him talk. It’s not only the voice thing. He likes to think of it as our thing, apart from the couple occasions on which our friends heard him. Secondly, our teacher just made him completely break down. He’s worked so hard all these years to accept the way he is, to be okay with it. And all because of that asshole, we’re right back where we started. I don’t care if I have to work with him to make him accept himself all over again, just like I did years ago, because I’ll do anything to make him happy. That’s my job, right? I just need to take care of him. I can’t let him do what he used to do ever again. I almost lost him, and I cannot lose my Ryan.

***

We didn’t go back to Chemistry, obviously. We just stayed in the courtyard until lunch. By the time Spencer, William, Gabe, and Jon all get to our table, Ryan still hasn’t said anything, and I haven’t pushed him to. William obviously can sense that something is wrong, and Jon knows there is, because he’s in Chemistry with us.

“Um,” Jon starts, "Ryan…are you alright?” he asks tentatively, like he expects Ryan to snap at him any minute. Ryan just looks at me, and then puts his head down. I take that as a sign for me to explain. I suppose he put his head down so he didn’t have to see what I was saying, so I don’t bother signing.

“Well…you see. It took me a really long time to get Ryan to where he was okay with being deaf. I mean like, years. He used to…well he used to hate himself. I’m not going to give you details, because I’m not sure he wants everyone knowing about his personal life, but it was bad, okay? Long story short…he tried to kill himself. And I was so scared after that, I would hardly let him out of my sight. That’s one big reason why we’re so inseparable now. He needs me, you know? And now…Locklin’s making all of that hard work go completely out the window. He’s just…breaking him. You guys know how sensitive Ryan already is, and I mean, Jon, you saw what Locklin did to him,” I finish. Jon nods, and then proceeds to tell everyone else what happened last period.

“What a fucking asshole,” William spits through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, dude, you need to talk to Mrs. Carter and get his ass fired or something,” Spencer adds in.

“I don’t think she’d fire him over that,” I mutter.

“Well, maybe not, but she’d do something,” Jon says.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her later. Right now all I’m worried about is Ryan,” I say. I glance over at Ryan. He’s still got his head on the table. I put my hand on his back and start rubbing soothing circles. “When I do talk to her, though, will you come with me, Jon? Since you saw it and all.”

“Yeah, of course,” he quickly replies. I nod, glance at Ryan again, and sigh.

“He’ll be alright, Bren,” William says gently. “He’s got you. He’ll be fine.”

I smile at him a little. “I know…it’s just, I love it so much when he’s happy. I mean, the past couple of weeks, we’ve been so happy. And it just sucks when he’s all upset like this. Things were perfect, and that fucking asshole had to mess it all up.”

“I don’t think Ryan will let it get to him too much. I know he’s upset right now, but maybe he just needs a little time. I don’t think he’s lost all of his confidence,” William replies.

“I just wish he’d talk to me,” I mutter. “I don’t want to say anything to him, because I don’t want to say the wrong thing and upset him. I don’t know if he wants to talk about it or not.”

“I don’t think you could upset him. In fact, you could only do the opposite. Nobody’s gonna get him to feel better other than you. You know that,” Spencer says pointedly.

I just nod and continue to stare at the back of Ryan’s head. All I can think about is how much I want him to be okay. I really can’t take seeing the old Ryan again. It was awful. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let that happen all over again just because of one ignorant teacher.

***

The final bell for school rings just as Ryan was falling asleep. When we came into music, he didn’t say a word. He just tugged me down onto the cushions and cuddled up to me. I took that as a good sign. At least he was being somewhat responsive. I just spent the whole period chatting with William and Lana, and running my fingers through Ryan’s hair, apparently relaxing him enough to make him fall asleep. I touch his cheek and he opens his eyes. I smile at him, and to my surprise, he smiles back. “Time to go,” I say. He nods and sits up, his previously perfectly-styled hair disheveled. It’s pretty cute. “My house?” I ask. “Or…did you wanna go home…” He shakes his head.

“Your house,” he signs. Well, that’s good. That means he doesn’t wanna be alone. He kind of has two definitions of ‘alone.’ When he tells other people he wants to be alone, he usually means he wants to just be with me. When he tells me he wants to be alone, it’s not good.

We don’t talk all the way to my house. We just go straight to my room and lie down on the bed. He wraps his arm around my waist. My fingers go back to his hair.

“Bren,” he speaks. I didn’t really expect him to talk, but it’s good that he is.

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“Thanks for trying to stand up for me in Chemistry. I could see that you were trying to.” But I should have stopped him from yelling at Ryan.

“I should have stopped him anyway, though,” I reply. He shakes his head.

“No. It’s alright, you tried, I know. Plus…I think I needed to do that, you know? I think it was good for me.” Well…that’s not what I thought he was going to say at all.

“What? So wait…you’re not like…feeling how you used to?” I don’t really know how else to say, ‘You’re not feeling like killing yourself again because you hate your life because you’re deaf?’

“Wha-no! No, no. That’s what you thought?” he asks. I nod. “No, I’m not going to completely break to pieces just because of one useless asshole. I am a bit stronger than that, you know.”

“I guess…I guess you are. Sorry, I probably should’ve had a little more faith in you,” I smile wryly at him. He smiles back.

“That’s alright. I can see how you’d think that, seeing as how I wasn’t talking all day. I was mainly just thinking.” Oh. Well then.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” I say before I roll over on top of him and nuzzle his cheek. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and smiles up at me.

“You’re great, you know that? I mean…sometimes I feel like you’d do anything for me.” Before I can correct him, he adds, “Well, I know you’d do anything for me. You have done anything for me. You’re just…you’re my Brendon. You’re the one good thing that’s always been consistent in my life.” He leans up to press his lips to mine. When I try to pull away, he pulls my head back down and makes the kiss deeper. After a few minutes, he finally goes for air.

“Brendon?” he asks. He sounds shy suddenly. I look at him, and he looks shy too. That’s weird after he nearly just sucked my face off.

“Hmm?”

“I-um…I think I’m in love with you,” he whispers. I’m pretty sure my mouth drops open, because oh my God. “I mean, I’ve never been in love with anyone, and I know we’ve only been together a couple weeks, but that doesn’t really matter seeing as we’ve known each other practically our whole lives, and, well…if I had to describe what I’m sure being in love feels like…it’s being with you,” he finishes, barely loud enough for me to hear. He ducks his head away. I quickly turn his face back toward me.

“I love you, too,” I say without hesitation. I’d only thought that I was in love with him before, but now I’m sure of it. It just feels right. There’s no way you can feel as strongly for someone as I feel for Ryan and not be in love with them. A huge, genuine smile spreads across his face, and seeing that smile is worth everything.

***

“So,” my mom says. “Are you and Ryan having sex?” I nearly choke on my spaghetti. Once I safely swallow my food, I gape at her.

“Mom!” I shriek. All I can think is how glad I am that Ryan decided to stay at his house tonight, because if he were here, this would be so much more awkward.

“What?” she asks innocently. “I let him spend the night here and sleep in your bed, so I at least deserve to know,” she reasons.

“But he’s always slept in my bed,” I argue.

“Well, it was different when you were just friends, obviously.”

“God, Mom. No, we are not having sex.” I make sure to annunciate the word ‘sex.’ Because I’m not lying, we aren’t having actual sex, so technically it’s the truth. She scrutinizes me for a second before conceding.

“Fine, I believe you. But I’m just letting you know, I don’t care if you do. I just want you to be safe, you know? So when you do start having sex, make sure you use protection, okay? Even though I'm almost a hundred percent positive that you and Ryan are both virgins and clean, you can never be too careful, got it?” Gee, thanks a lot, Mom. I really just want this conversation to be over, so I just nod fervently and retreat to my room.

I lie on my bed, but I’m not really tired. There’s nothing to do. I suppose I could just text Ryan. I get out my phone and type out a message.

dude, mom just gave me a talk about safe sex. lol

It’s not long before my phone buzzes, notifying me of a message.

lol omg. does she think we’re fucking?

I smile, just because I always smile when I talk to Ryan.

she asked me but I told her no. Then she told me she didnt care if we did but she wanted us to be safe. It was so embarrassing.

A few minutes of me staring at the ceiling. Phone buzzes.

lol poor Brendon. I know its only been a few hours since ive seen you, but I miss you baby :( can I come over?

My heart flutters a little. It’s ridiculous that he still has this effect on me. Every time he looks at me with those eyes, every time he calls me ‘baby,’ it’s like a wild herd of butterflies have taken up residence in my stomach.

of course you can come over babe. I miss you too :( wear something sexy <3

I giggle a little at the last part. Of course, he looks sexy no matter what he wears, but whatever. My phone buzzes. Well, that was quick.

bitch im always sexy <3

I actually laugh at that.

It’s not even ten minutes before he comes barreling into my room, tackling me on the bed with kisses. He straddles me and sits back, looking at me. “It’s kind of pathetic that we can't even survive six hours apart.”

“It really is,” I reply. “But, I have nothing else to do besides you.” I really didn’t mean for that to come out sounding dirty, but it did, and then we’re laughing.

He lunges down to my neck, which I’ve learned is his favorite spot. He has, however, relocated to a spot a bit lower so that the whole world can’t see my hickeys. I kind of love them, though. We’re still giggling a bit, but it’s hard to have enough concentration to laugh when he’s sucking on my neck like that. Eventually I grab his hips and pull him closer to me. When I do that, Ryan suddenly grinds his hips down against mine, making us both moan. While his lips are detached from me, I pull him back to look at him. “Shh,” I laugh. “Mom is asleep.” He laughs and nods before leaning down to kiss me. It’s soft and sweet, but soon turns a bit rougher and deeper when Ryan thrusts his hips to mine again. And, yeah, that definitely is causing some much needed friction, and it definitely feels good.

“D’you wanna just…” he says, and I nod and mumble a “Yeah,” before he nods back and starts grinding our hips together, harder this time. The kisses are definitely more heated than they’ve ever been, and this is all just really hot. Pretty soon we’re both just desperately grinding against each other, and it feels too good to stop. It’s not long before Ryan’s breath hitches and his thrusts get erratic. He buries his face in my neck, muffling his moans as he comes. I’m coming not long after, while Ryan places soft, feathery kisses all over my neck and my face. He puts one last one to my nose, making me smile. He smiles back and presses our lips together. And this is just perfect. Well, except my pants are kind of uncomfortably sticky, but I can deal with that later. Right now, I’m just enjoying this nice, lazy making out we’ve got going on.

He pulls back a few minutes later. “We should probably go shower, because I feel fucking gross,” he laughs. I laugh too and nod my head.

Wait. What? Did he just say that we should go shower? That could be interesting.

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