The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 10
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 1st, switches for this chapter.
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: So, the first part of this is going to be in Ryan’s POV, just because I wrote it that way, and I liked it.
Masterpost
Chapter 10
*Ryan’s POV*
“But…but you told me before. Y-you said that it wasn’t possible-that it would never work for me,” I stutter out to the doctor, extremely confused. I always speak to my doctor, because well, first of all, he can’t sign, and secondly, just because I’m by myself in here, so nobody else can hear me. Nobody that I have to see every day. The doctor has a kind smile on his face. He’s not quite old, really. Maybe in his early thirties. I’ve always liked him.
“Well, that was years ago, and there is quite a difference in our technology now compared to back then. The times have advanced," he chuckles lightly. "Of course, this is only experimental; I can’t guarantee anything, but we can try.” He pauses, looking thoughtful. “I’m sorry, did you catch all of that? I know you have trouble with reading lips,” he smiles softly. I just nod. It’s true, I do have a hard time reading lips; except with Brendon. God, if this works…shit. I hadn’t even thought of that. Brendon. I can finally-
“Right, well let’s do this, then. I’ll go get the paperwork,” he says as he turns to walk out of the room. The realization of what this actually means is hitting me hard. This could change everything. This could give me a whole new start at life. This could make me normal.
***
I’m back at the doctor’s again today. The surgery went well yesterday, and it was very minor, so it didn’t require extensive healing time.
“Alright, I’m going to turn it on now, okay?” the doctor says. You learn a lot about a person from not being able to hear them. That sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. It makes you pay more attention to everything else; like the way they move. Their body language. I take a deep breath as the doctor reaches forward. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait. I feel him adjusting something, and then I wait some more. I open my eyes, and he’s staring at me expectantly. He must’ve done it. But I don’t feel any different. He opens his mouth, but then I feel pain. Screeching, raging pain in my head, in my ears. My heart sinks. It didn’t work. I wanted this so badly, I forgot that the success of it was a mere possibility, not a guarantee. I’d already been looking forward to it…to Brendon. I feel lightheaded. Everything is going wrong. No, none of this is fair.
*Brendon’s POV*
Ryan was gone yesterday, and he’s been gone all day today, and I’m miserable. Okay, so it’s only two p.m., but I was born a drama queen. (Can’t believe it took me this long to realize my sexuality.) I don’t know where he’s at, or what he’s doing, but something is definitely going on. He’s somewhere with his mom; that’s all he told me. But he absolutely would not tell me where, and he hasn’t replied to my last text. I’m just overreacting. I just need to occupy myself. I’m pretty sure it’s unhealthy that it’s killing me this much that I’m apart from Ryan for two days. Well I mean, we already spend at least two days a week apart, when Ryan decides to stay at his house, and that’s difficult enough as it is.
“Brendon, would you stop that!” my mom reprimands. I glance at her curiously, and she lets out a dramatic sigh while rolling her eyes. And she wonders where I get my dramatics from. “You’ve been fidgeting and pacing back and forth for an hour and you keep walking in front of my soap operas,” she says matter-of-factly. I give her a pokerfaced stare.
“Mom, some things are more important than Days of Our Lives, okay?”
“Not very many things,” she says seriously, but when I whine, she sighs. “What? What is it?”
“Ryan,” I sigh mournfully. “He won’t tell me where he’s been, and-"
“Oh my God, Brendon. You spend every day with him, and you’re freaking out over two days? Possessive is not an attractive quality, you know,” she tuts. Then she smiles playfully at me. “It’ll be fine, kiddo. Didn’t you say he had a surprise for you? That’s probably why he didn’t tell you where he was going, idiot,” she says fondly. I don’t think my mother ever took the class on parenting skills.
“But, Mom,” I whine, “What if h-" I’m cut off as I hear the front door opening. My mom smirks and I just glare at her before running off into the hallway to get to the front door just as it opens, and Ryan is standing there. I just grin and yank him in, closing the door with my foot before spinning around and kissing him. He looks hot today, and my hormones are out of control, okay? I’m only sixteen; I can’t help it. I drag him upstairs without a word, leading us into my room and shutting the door behind me. I turn around, smiling, but my smile falters as I notice that Ryan doesn’t actually look too happy. He looks kind of nervous. And maybe a little sad. He tries to smile, but I can see the strain there.
“Ryan?” I ask, concern etched into my voice. His eyes suddenly get huge, and his lips part as he slowly breathes out. “Baby, are you alright?” I try. He’s kind of worrying me, here. He presses his lips together as they start to tremble, and his eyes get blurry with fresh tears. Tears? Oh fuck, I’ve made him cry? I’m a horrible boyfriend. As if he senses that I’m about to ask what’s wrong again, he starts shaking his head and…smiling? What? My eyebrows knit in confusion, and my head tilts slightly to the side.
“Oh my God,” he whispers. “Oh my God, Brendon. I can. You’re. Fuck, Brendon,” he babbles mindlessly. I don’t understand.
“Ryan,” I say again, and at that, he slumps down onto me, and he just starts sobbing. Fuck, what is going on here?
“It’s perfect,” he cries. I gently push him off of me so that I can look at him, showing him my expression that I’m sure is the most confused face in the history of the world.
“What’s perfect?” He sniffles a little before smiling again, wider than before. He traces a finger down my jaw.
“Your voice,” he replies softly. I freeze. I stare at him, waiting for the punch line. Ryan would never, ever joke about something like this. But…there’s no way. “I can hear you, Bren.” My mouth drops open, and I just keep staring.
“What?” I hear myself say, but it’s barely above a whisper. He nods his head, smiling.
“I was at the doctor's today. And yesterday. He called last week to make an appointment. He told me there was a new development, that there was a surgery I could have. He told me that it was still experimental, and that he didn’t know if it would work, but I did it anyway. And it worked. It worked.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. I can’t believe it.
“What did they do?” I ask dazedly.
“They did minor surgery on my ears, and they put some sort of hearing aids in. Some advanced kind. They’re like, inside my ears. At first I didn’t think it worked, because it was just noise, and pain. But then the doctor adjusted them…and I could hear. It’s not perfect. I mean, I can’t hear very far away, but still, I can hear,” he says, his voice full of hope and excitement. It takes a minute, but eventually the shock wears off and I realize what he’s telling me. And holy shit, what a realization it is. I feel something wet on my face, and then I realize that I’m crying now.
“This is…this is amazing, Ryan. You can really hear me?” I ask, still disbelieving. He grins and nods fervently, still crying tears that I now realize are filled with nothing but happiness and years of pent-up self-worth that I thought was gone in him. I don’t know what else to do, so I just lunge forward and wrap my arms around him. I’m about to pull away so he can see me say, ‘I love you,’ but then I realize that I don’t have to pull away anymore. “I love you so much,” I say, and even I can hear the emotion behind my words.
A choked out sob wrenches from Ryan before he breathes out shakily. “I love you, too. You have no idea…” he trails off, crying again. I just hold him tighter, and briefly think that this may be the single happiest moment of my life.
***
“Music, Brendon, I can listen to music,” Ryan says excitedly. We’ve been alternating between blissfully making out and listening to approximately every album I own for the last three hours. I don’t mind, though. I’m ecstatic right now.
“I know, that’s the sixth time you’ve told me,” I joke. He lightly punches my arm before pouncing on me, pinning my arms down. Ever since yesterday when he got back from the doctor, he has been so happy. I mean happier than I’ve ever seen him in my entire life. He’s just full of energy, bouncing around, and looking like a child who just tasted chocolate for the first time. I can see a gleam in his eyes that never existed before. His mood is definitely contagious. I’ve been giggling excitedly about everything, and when we told my mom, she went to the kitchen to make Ryan a cake (A cake, honestly) and she went a little overboard, running out of the house claiming she needed to buy eggs, and coming back home with approximately the entire contents of the grocery store, and she’s been baking nonstop. Ryan’s mother is also in my kitchen with my mother. I walked in earlier to hear them gossiping about the scandalous events that occurred on last night’s episode of one of the ten million soap operas they watch. They’re meant to be best friends, really.
“You aren’t talking enough, you need to talk more!” Ryan exclaims. He’s been telling me this every couple of hours. I give him a look. “I just- your voice, Brendon. It’s so-" he breaks off with a sound that almost sounds like a moan, but more like an ‘mmm’ sound, like when you eat something really good. I raise an eyebrow at him, and he looks embarrassed. “Look,” he says. “I’ve gone eight years without hearing your voice, and I just need to make up for that time. And it’s just- it’s completely different than I thought it would be. It’s deep. I never imagined it as being deep in my head. But it is, and it’s smooth and even, and just completely perfect, and- and sexy,” he mumbles the last part, darting his eyes away. “And my voice!” he continues. “Do you know how trippy it is for me to be hearing my own voice?” he babbles. I roll my eyes fondly at him.
“Are you ever going to shut up now?”
“If it gets you to talk, then yes,” he answers seriously, face gone solemn. I can’t help but laugh. He’s like a little puppy, I swear. I just want to cuddle him up and snuggle him forever. Except for the part where I want him naked too. I mean- what?
“How about neither of us talks?” I suggest before dragging his face down to mine for a soft kiss. He smiles against my lips and just melts into me, slumping down on top of me and pressing our lips together harder. He starts rubbing his hands along my sides while parting my lips with his tongue. I like this new Ryan who likes taking control. He slides a hand up my shirt and runs it along my bare skin, causing a slight moan to escape me, and then he freezes.
“What was that?” he asks, awed. I raise an eyebrow in confusion. “That noise,” he clarifies.
“Um, that was what I believe is called a sex noise, darling,” I say playfully.
“Shit, if I had known that’s what you sounded like…” he says lustfully. Then he gets a devilish look on his face. He then proceeds to undo my pants and shove his hand down them before I can even blink, all the while keeping that smirk on his face. I realize that he wants to hear me; wants to hear the way he’s been making me sound all this time. And he just gets straight to business, doesn’t even tease me, just starts jerking as fast as he can while hovering over me, his unoccupied hand on the mattress beside my head, propping him up. His face is hovering over mine, just watching intently, keeping eye contact. I have to moan, I can’t help it. It’s all so intense with the way he’s staring at me. Every time I make a sound, he bites his lip harder, his gaze never wavering. I think this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Jesus Christ, Ryan,” I breathe out just before a loud groan escapes me. His mouth opens as he watches me, his eyed darkened with wanton lust. I know I’m turning him on. And fuck if he’s not turning me on too. I can’t even form coherent words now, I’m just babbling uselessly while he strokes me faster, breathing heavily above me. He’s so close, we’re just breathing into each other’s mouths now. He lets out a sound that’s not really a whimper, but not a moan either; somewhere in between the two. After hearing that, it only takes a couple more strokes before I’m coming on his hand. His eyes are wide, and he is very aroused.
“That was…you’re so- fuck, that was hot,” Ryan says in an almost pleading voice. I smirk at him before flipping us over and sliding down his body, unzipping his pants while he closes his eyes above me. I smile once more before going down on him.
It doesn’t take long for him to come.
***
Ryan and I may have forgotten that our mothers were downstairs the whole time we were going at it in my bedroom. And if they didn’t hear us, they sure as hell will be able to tell now, what with Ryan’s fucked up hair, my ruffled clothing, and our matching red mouths. Oh, well. Maybe they’ll just think we were making out. I don’t care. I’m too happy to let anything ruin my mood today. I wanna do this forever.
-
Ryan’s been pretending that he still can’t hear all day. He wants to surprise everyone at lunch, and it’s kind of funny. Except for when a girl in Chemistry, the one that had asked him out before she knew he was gay, called him a fag to her friends, and he heard her. But he didn’t get upset. He promptly turned around and flipped her off, leaving her baffled, and leaving me in a fit of laughter.
As soon as lunch time rolls around, we’re the first ones to our table as usual, and we’re obviously both ridiculously happy today. Instead of sitting on the bench beside me, Ryan plops down into my lap and hurriedly attaches his lips to mine. He kisses me and kisses me and kisses me until I’m convinced that he’s trying to eat my face off.
“Holy shit, look at him go!” I hear Gabe say. We break apart to see Gabe and William and Spencer approaching our table. Gabe is grinning, William looks mildly horrified in a kind of fond way, and Spencer looks like he also thought Ryan was trying to eat my face off.
“Can’t you control him?” Spencer jokes. Ryan sticks his tongue out, and Spencer grins.
Just as everyone sits down, Jon joins us.
“Holy fuck, dude, I thought you were dead,” I say, grinning at him.
“Yeah, I thought it might be beneficial to actually attend school every once in a while,” he grins. “What have you guys been up to?”
“Well,” Spencer starts. Oh, great. “As you can see, Ryan and Brendon are still full of raging hormones and think it’s okay to fuck in front of the entire world, Gabe and William are also fucking now, and I dumped Haley because she’s a cheating whore,” he says nonchalantly, sounding unaffected by any of this. Jon looks thoroughly surprised to say the least.
“Hey!” William huffs. “We aren’t fucking, we’re- well, we’re…” he searches for the right word.
“Together,” Gabe supplies happily, grabbing William’s hand. William smiles widely.
“We are?” he asks. Gabe nods, and William beams.
“Whatever,” Spencer rolls his eyes.
“Oh, and Ryan and Brendon aren’t fucking either,” William says, shrugging.
“No, we aren’t, but I’ll have you know that Brendon gives amazing blowjobs,” Ryan drawls. Everyone’s mouths drop open. Well, not William, because he’s just all-knowing, apparently. Spencer and Jon seem shocked just because he talked.
“Ryan!” I whine, slapping his arm. He grins.
“What? You do,” he mumbles, still loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone starts snickering and giggling, and I glare at every one of the bastards.
Ryan is looking at me, and Spencer says, “I bet Ryan’s one of those guys who is all shy and cute on the outside, but like, wild in bed,” thinking that Ryan can’t hear him. Well.
“I heard that,” Ryan says, and everyone stops laughing. Ryan turns to look at them, and then he tells them all the whole story. By the end, Spencer is crying. He can try and hide it all he wants, but Spencer Smith is crying. William looks like his newborn child was just born, and Gabe and Jon are just beaming.
“Holy fuck, Ryan!” Spencer yells before jumping up and running around the table to pounce on Ryan and squeeze him to death. “I’m so happy for you!” I’ve never seen Spencer happy about anything. I was convinced he was the spawn of Satan.
William hugs Ryan after Spencer got done suffocating him, and he’s smiling so big. “This is amazing,” William says. “I just- wow. You deserve this. You really do,” he tells Ryan, smiling.
“So does this mean you’ll actually talk from now on?” Jon asks.
“Yeah. It does,” Ryan says, smiling a huge smile. Now that he can hear himself, he sounds one hundred percent normal; not off at all.
“That’s awesome. Lunch won’t be so boring now,” Spencer says cheerily. I think he has a soft spot for Ryan.
“Whoa, it must have been intense for you to finally be able to hear Brendon, huh?” William asks. I answer that one for Ryan.
“You have no idea. He kept making me talk. Over and over, just because he wanted to hear my voice. And then we did…other things,” I grin. Ryan punctuates my sentence with a soft kiss on my lips, also grinning.
“So cute!” Gabe gushes. “We’ll never be as cute as them,” he sighs to William.
“I dunno, you guys are pretty cute,” Jon smiles at Gabe. Gabe pretty much smiles his face off.
“So Spence, what happened with Haley,” I ask, since I guess nobody else was going to.
“She’s a total bitch, that’s what happened,” he replies airily. I just nod, deciding it best not to pry and have to bear the wrath of Spencer’s bitchface.
“Aw man, now what about our date night?” Spencer wails. “First Gabe ruined it, then he fixed it, and now I’ve ruined it.” Jon raises an eyebrow.
“Date night?” he asks. Spencer explains to him the plans that we’d made.
“Oh. Well…I’ll go with you,” Jon shrugs. Spencer blinks.
“Okay,” he says, also shrugging. And that, is apparently that.
“Can we make out some more now?” Ryan asks me hopefully. I laugh and nuzzle his nose.
“M’kay,” I mumble, before meeting him halfway in a semi-heated kiss. We get about two minutes of awesome making out in before everyone starts to make fake vomiting noises and pretending to be grossed out. Well, with the exception of Gabe, who I’m pretty sure would be “aww”ing if we were literally having sex on the lunch table.
“Hey,” Ryan whispers, “your birthday is next week.”
“Mhm,” I mumble back, still breathing in Ryan’s scent while I nuzzle his neck.
“I’ve got a pretty big surprise for you,” he says seductively. I lean back to look at him and raise my eyebrows. He smirks, and then dives into a conversation with Spencer about Blink-182, and how he listened to them with me yesterday, and how he thinks they’re awesome.
I’m still stuck on the possible insinuation of birthday sex.
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