The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 11 (part 1)

[ericasaur]

Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon (Gabilliam)
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: Okay, this is definitely my favorite chapter by far. And it’s so freaking long guys, it took me three hours without stopping, okay. My chapters are usually 3,000-4,000 words, and this one is fucking 6,100 words. Anyway, enjoy, let me know if the sex scene is horrible. :c

Masterpost

Chapter 11 (Part 1)

Something wakes me up in the middle of the night. I groan, trying to go back to sleep, until I’m being shaken. “Mmph, what?” I mumble.

“Brendon, wake up,” Ryan whispers. I open my eyes, and it’s still dark, so I can’t make out his features, but Ryan is lying next to me, running his fingers through my hair.

“What time is it?” I ask, my voice still heavy with sleep.

“Midnight,” he replies. I groan again, wanting to sleep more.

“Why’d you wake me up then?” I whine. He smiles fondly at me. I can see him a little better now that my eyes have adjusted.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he says softly. It takes me a minute to remember that yes, it is in fact my birthday, considering it’s midnight. Then my stomach gets all fluttery because he stayed up all night just to tell me happy birthday. It’s just little things like these that make me realize how much I love him. I smile at him and he kisses me.

“Sorry for waking you up, I just wanted to tell you first thing,” he mumbles against my lips.

“It’s okay. It’s actually really sweet. Thank you,” I reply. He leans down and continues to kiss me, until I pull away. “As much as I love making out with you, I’d really like to go back to sleep now,” I say. He laughs and nods his head, situating us back the way we were and snuggling close to me. I fall asleep to the sound of his shallow breathing.

***

“Brendon?” Ryan asks from where he’s curled up beside me on his bed. I don’t know why we always stay at my house; his bed is like heaven.

“Yeah?”

“Um,” he starts, sounding hesitant. “Do you…do you think we’ll last?” I give him a confused look and turn my body to face his.

“What do you mean?” I say slowly. I hope he doesn’t mean our relationship. How is it supposed to work if he doesn’t even have any faith in us?

“Well, it’s just. You know that most high school relationships are never successful,” he says quietly. Great, so he really is doubting us.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t even categorize us as a high school couple,” I argue. He raises an eyebrow. “They’re called high school relationships because they meet in high school. We’ve known each other since before kindergarten. It’s different.” He chews on his lip as he thinks.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he finally says. He still doesn’t sound convinced, though.

“Ryan,” I say quietly. “I thought. I mean, I thought that you were y’know, happy…with me.” His head snaps up and his face twists into something like disbelief.

“Of course I’m happy with you! What are you talking about?” he says.

“I just don’t know why we’re having this conversation,” I reply sadly. “You must have some sort of doubt about us if you even brought it up.”

“No, no you completely misinterpreted. I don’t doubt us at all. I didn’t mean that I think we’re gonna break up or anything. I just. I know that I’m always going to want to be with you. But how do I know that you’re always gonna want me?” he finishes, looking small.

I meet his gaze with wide eyes. I can’t believe he would even think that. “I’ll always want you. Even before we were together, you were my whole life. You still are now, only in a different way. I could never not want this,” I reassure him. He looks relieved now, but I’m not. “I’m the one that should be worried. You’re more outgoing now that you can hear. You talk to other people, socialize. You’ve only ever had me, really, but now you could find some other guy and you could realize-"

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Brendon Boyd Urie,” he interrupts, looking kind of angry. “Brendon, I love you,” he says, his voice softer now, but still firm. “Don’t you get that, you idiot? Nobody could ever replace you. I’ll never need anyone else.” I smile at his words.

“Yeah. Okay,” I concede. Ryan cuddles up to me again under the blanket, wrapping his arm around my waist and his leg around my leg, with his face pressed against my neck.

“You’re so stupid sometimes,” he mumbles against my skin.

“Oh thanks, I can totally feel the love radiating off of you,” I quip. He laughs lightly and presses his lips to my throat.

“I do love you,” he says.

“I know.”

He waits a second, and then he lifts his head. “What, you don’t love me?” he pouts.

“I dunno,” I sigh dramatically. “I mean, you’re really nice and all, but I just don’t think I’m that into you,” I shrug. He slaps my arm, laughing.

“You’re such a jerk,” he laughs. Before I can reply, he grabs my sides and squeezes, making me yelp and erupt into very loud giggles as he tickles me.

“Stop!” I yell between laughs. He grins at me and shakes his head.

“Tell me you love me!” he demands.

“Rape! Rape!” I scream, making him scoff at me.

“You know, you can’t rape the willing,” he replies, still attacking my sides.

“You make me sound like a-” I break off into a particularly loud laugh, “Like a whore,” I finish.

“You said it, not me. Now tell me you love me!”

“I love you!” I yell, tears escaping my eyes from laughing so hard. But then he removes his hands and leans down to kiss me.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiles.

“Shut up and come here,” I say, pulling him down onto me. He stumbles, landing flat against me, laughing.

“Demanding,” he comments, but doesn’t object when I pull his head down to mine. He adjusts himself so he’s straddling me, and places one hand in my hair and the other along my side, running it softly up and down, making me shiver.

“You’re too easy,” I mumble against his mouth, and he scoffs. He starts to pull back to say something, but I yank his head back down and continue kissing him, and he makes a pleased humming sound. He kisses me soft and slow. That’s how he likes to kiss, and I love it. It’s sweet, and it shows that he cares. His hand that has been running along my side snakes around to my back, and he dips his fingers below the waistband of my jeans, grazing the soft skin below my lower back. Suddenly, Ryan flips us over so he’s under me, and he promptly grabs my ass, just full on grabs it and squeezes, making me laugh. He smiles, but doesn’t remove his hand. His other hand is still in my hair, and he tugs on it gently until I get the hint and kiss him.

Ryan hooks one of his legs around one of mine and pulls me as close to him as he possibly can. He uses the hand he’s got on my ass to pull my hips down as he grinds his up against me. “Fuck,” he breathes out. “This is so. It’s so good. All we’re doing is making out, but it’s just so good,” he almost moans. He kisses me again, nice and deep, both of us breathing hard. We’re grinding against each other when William and Spencer burst in the room.

“Seriously guys? Again? This is the third time!” William exclaims, but he looks amused. The other day, he walked in on us on my floor. Yesterday, he walked in on Ryan giving me a blowjob, and now this. I can’t not laugh. This is hilarious to me. Ryan doesn’t look embarrassed like I thought he’d be; he just looks frustrated that we were interrupted.

“Is this all you guys ever do?” Spencer muses, shaking his head. “Like, do you even talk, or do you just spend all your time in each other’s beds?” I smirk and flip him off. I still haven’t moved off of Ryan. I’m still straddling him, leaning back on my knees, and he’s just flopped down on the pillow, looking at Spencer and William with a bored expression.

“Well here lately, we haven’t been doing much of anything, seeing as how we keep getting interrupted,” I say pointedly.

“Oh, you were definitely doing something yesterday,” William smirks, making Ryan fidget and turn red.

“Remind me again why we agreed to let them come to my house,” Ryan mumbles to me.

“Because we had to pick you up so we can go meet your moms for Brendon’s birthday dinner,” Spencer chirps helpfully, smiling.

‘Thanks, Spence,” Ryan deadpans, rolling his eyes.

“Get any birthday sex yet, Bren?” Spencer asks. I roll my eyes.

“Well I was about to get some birthday something, thanks for ruining that,” I pout. Ryan smiles, because he thinks my pout is cute.

“Guys, go wait downstairs, we’ll be down in a minute,” Ryan mumbles distractedly, still smiling at me, biting his lip.

“Oh, no. I don’t think so. We aren’t going to sit around and wait while you guys fool around,” William smirks.

“Fine, you can just watch then,” Ryan shrugs. I laugh and Ryan starts kissing me again. He apparently wasn’t kidding, because he goes right back to grabbing my ass and shoving his tongue down my throat.

“I cannot believe him, he has no shame,” I hear Spencer say, and I can just picture him shaking his head. I start to think they really are going to watch, until Ryan takes my shirt off.

“Oh-kay! I’m just gonna be downstairs then, come on, Spencer!” William rushes out in one breath and darts out the door, leaving Ryan and I laughing in between kisses.

-

Roughly twenty minutes later, we go downstairs where William and Spencer are sitting on the couch, looking thoroughly scarred. Ah, so they did hear us. I told Ryan to keep it down, but no.

“Ready to go, guys?” Ryan asks innocently, smiling.

“Think you’ll be able to keep your hands out of each other’s pants at dinner?” Spencer jokes.

“Depends on how long it takes our food to get there,” I shrug, heading out the door. Ryan laughs and catches up with me, grabbing my hand. We’re taking Spencer’s car to the restaurant and picking up Gabe and Jon on the way. It took forever to convince my mom to let us meet them there. I didn’t want to have to sit in the car with her and Ryan’s mom for any amount of time, listening to their old lady gossip. Okay, they aren’t old, but still.

By the time the six of us are crammed into the car, (I honest to God don’t know how we even managed it) it’s clear that tonight is going to give me a headache. They’re all so obnoxious when we’re all together. Ryan’s sitting on my lap to make room, and he keeps pressing kisses to my neck and smiling that cute little smile at me. He got dressed up for me today. Nobody else would think so, because he’s just wearing regular clothes, but I can tell, because he knows which clothes I like on him best.

He’s wearing his red v-neck that I think might actually be mine, but it looks perfect on him, insanely tight black jeans, and some old vans. He spent like thirty minutes making his hair perfect this morning. It’s perfectly straightened and spiked up at the top. He even did his eyeliner extra-perfect. And he smells amazing.

“Why do you smell so good?” I ask, sniffing him for good measure. He smiles crookedly.

“It’s my deodorant. It’s vanilla,” he says proudly.

“They make vanilla men’s deodorant?” I ask, sniffing him again.

“No,” he says, darting his eyes away. I stare at him for a second before laughing. He smiles and starts laughing too.

“I like it,” I say, resting my chin on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his waist from where I’m situated behind him. “I mean, I knew you always smelled like vanilla, but I never knew it was your deodorant.” He gives a hum of acknowledgment.

The car stops and we get out. The restaurant we’re at is my favorite. It’s this nice Italian place called Sylvester’s. Ryan and I walk toward the restaurant hand-in-hand, as do William and Gabe. I’m glad Ryan doesn’t have a problem with public affection, because I love showing him off. It’s especially fun when we’re out somewhere and a girl will be smiling at us and batting her eyelashes, and then he’ll put his arm around my waist and kiss me on the cheek, so the girls always walk off sulking. I let go of Ryan’s hand to open the door for him, because I’m a gentleman like that.

“Hi there, welcome to Sylvester’s!” says a way too cheerful girl that looks to be in her early twenties. I smile politely at her.

“Hi, we’re meeting some people here, we’ve got a reservation under Urie,” I tell her.

“Oh, yes, the rest of your party has already arrived, let me show you to your table,” she smiles at me and does that little flip thing with her hair. Ryan grabs my hand again, and when I look at him, he’s staring at the back of the girl’s head with narrow eyes. She leads us to our table, where my mother gets up and hugs me. Once we’re all seated, all eight of us, the same girl asks us what we’d like to drink.

“I don’t like her,” Ryan says once she’s gone off to get our drinks.

“Why? She seems nice,” I reply.

“Aw, Ry-Ry’s jealous, how adorable,” Gabe chimes in. Ryan’s mother starts laughing, and Ryan shoots her a look.

“I’m not jealous, I just don’t like her,” he defends.

“Like you have room to talk anyway, Gabe,” William says with amusement. “The other day you almost punched that one guy just because he picked up my phone for me when I dropped it,” he laughs.

“That guy was totally into you! I could see it in his eyes,” he says defensively.

“Oh, so you two are together?” my mom asks. I roll my eyes.

“God, you two are so behind,” I say to her and Julie. It took me the longest time to stop calling her Ms. Ross, but every single time she’d correct me until finally I gave in.

“And what about you two?” Julie says, nodding to Jon and Spencer. Jon laughs a little and Spencer smiles politely.

“No ma’am, we’re not,” Jon replies.

“Oh, sweetie, we’re Grace and Julie to you boys,” my mom says, smiling her best mom smile. They just nod at her and smile.

“So Brendon, are you and Ryan going to go out again tomorrow, since it’s another special occasion?” Spencer asks.

“Another special occasion?” Julie asks.

“Oh, well tomorrow is kinda…two months for us,” Ryan says sheepishly to his mother.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” my mom exclaims. Why didn’t we tell them? This is why:

“Oh my goodness! I can’t believe our little boys are all grown up, and now they’re about to have their two-month anniversary and just look at them! Oh gosh, aren’t they just the cutest little couple you've ever seen?” my mom squeals excitedly.

“Oh, Grace, we’ve got to get pictures! We haven’t taken any pictures of them together yet! We need them for our scrapbook, Grace,” Julie adds in. Ryan groans and puts his face in his hands. I look over to see William looking highly amused, Gabe beaming, and Spencer and Jon holding back laughter.

“Dear God,” I whine, banging my head against the table. I hear Spencer giggling.

“Brendon, I brought my camera!” my mom says, poking me. I’m saved from having to take a picture when the girl comes back with our drinks. She gives me mine, and then hands out the rest, handing Ryan’s to him last.

“You guys here for a special occasion?” the friendly waitress asks us, looking at me.

“It’s Brendon’s birthday!” Gabe exclaims, pointing to me.

“Brendon, huh?” she smiles. I nod. “How old are you?”

“Um, seventeen,” I say, smiling politely. Do waitresses always talk this much about things that aren’t my food?

“Oh, cool, I actually just turned nineteen the other day,” she smiles. I just nod dumbly back at her.

“Um, excuse me? Can we order now?” Ryan says pointedly. She looks at him like she just noticed he was there, and nods her head, getting out her pen and paper. After everyone orders, she gives me another blinding smile before heading back to the kitchen. Ryan scoffs and scowls.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, confused.

“She is totally flirting with you!” he says. I smile at him, because jealousy is cute on Ryan.

“She is not flirting with me, she’s just being nice,” I tell him, although I can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not funny,” he grumbles.

“Dude, stop being grumpy, it’s your boyfriend’s birthday,” Gabe says. Ryan rolls his eyes before looking at me. I’m staring at him with wide eyes that I know will make him melt, and it does. His face softens and he gives me a small smile. I mean, it’s not like I control who does and doesn’t flirt with me; I can’t help it I’m sexy. It’s my luscious lips, I know it is.

“Jealousy isn’t an attractive quality, Ryan,” Julie chides playfully. He makes a face at her.

“I just told Brendon the same thing about possessiveness the other day,” my mom adds in oh-so-helpfully. “He was freaking out because he hadn’t seen Ryan in two days, and-"

“Mom!” I whine. Ryan smiles sweetly at me and kisses me on the cheek.

“I do that too,” he murmurs, and now I don’t feel so embarrassed. Suddenly I hear a loud noise and Spencer’s shriek. I look over to see that Jon accidentally knocked over his water and it went all over Spencer.

“Oh God, Spence, I am so sorry!” Jon apologizes. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I just, I wasn’t looking, and-"

“Jon! It’s fine, okay? I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” Spencer says before rushing off. However, a waiter walking in our direction wasn’t paying attention, and he ran right into Spencer, sending the huge tray of food he was holding flying everywhere. Spencer almost falls down, but Jon catches him before he hits the ground. There is food everywhere now, and everyone in the restaurant is watching the scene unfold. I smile when I see that a noodle landed in Ryan’s hair and I pick it out and toss it aside.

The manager comes out and yells at the guy for running into Spencer, and then he cleans up the mess. Before he goes back, he comes to our table and apologizes for the waiter. He tells us that our food is of no charge because of the mishap.

“Dude, awesome, free food on your birthday,” Gabe says. Jon looks like he’s going to have a stroke.

“God, that was all my fault,” he wails, looking embarrassed.

“It was not. Spencer’s not even mad,” I say airily.

“Brendon, Spencer is always mad,” Jon deadpans.

“Nah,” I wave it off. Jon just rolls his eyes.

“I’ve never actually seen that happen in real life,” William says. “The whole ‘waiter spilling food everywhere’ thing.” Spencer comes back soon, dried off now, and reclaims his seat at the table.

“Spence,” Jon starts, but Spencer holds up a hand.

“Jon, I’m not mad, okay?” he says calmly, he smiles, even. Whoa. Jon just nods dumbly. Our waitress comes back and gives us all our food. Then she looks over to the waitress at the next table over and gives her a look saying, ‘okay, okay.’

“So, um, I’m sorry, but my friend won’t leave me alone until I ask,” she says, looking at William. “She’s that waitress right there, and she wants to know if she can have your number.” William seems unaffected until he notices that she’s looking at him.

“Um…me?” he asks. She nods.

“Like hell she can have his number!” Gabe squeals. William’s eyes go wide and the waitress looks confused. What, is she dumb? “I am not afraid to cut a bitch,” Gabe continues. Ryan bursts into laughter.

“I’m kind of, um, taken,” William says, nodding toward Gabe, the obviously crazy person that just threatened to cut someone. The waitress just nods and quickly walks off.

“Gabe, you just said ‘bitch’ in front of their moms!” Jon whisper-yells. Julie laughs and shrugs it off.

“Do you think we care?” my mom laughs. She is so cool.

“So,” William says, obviously trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. “Julie, Brendon said that Ryan never used to speak to you when he couldn’t hear. Is it weird to hear him talk after all these years?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested.

“Oh, you have no idea. I was crying like a baby when he first spoke to me.”

“She really was, it was ridiculous,” Ryan says. The rest of the meal, we eat and keep up fairly good conversation. We’re almost all done when the waitress comes back. I just now notice that her nametag says ‘Sarah.’

“So, how was everything?” she asks, smiling at me again. I feel Ryan tense up beside me.

“It was great…” William says awkwardly. She doesn’t even glance at him.

“Anything else I can get you?” she asks, but it sounds like she’s just talking to me. I raise my eyebrows at her and she bites her lip. Okay, maybe she is flirting with me. My mom coughs awkwardly and William is cringing, staring at Ryan, waiting for him to lose his shit.

“Um…no thanks,” I mumble. Can she not take a hint? She doesn’t leave though, and I can tell she wants to say something.

“So, Brendon, got any other big plans tonight?” she questions with a blinding smile. I think any straight guy would find her gorgeous, but I actually think she’s kind of unattractive. Her chin makes her look kind of like a witch. Her eyes are way too big, and not in a cute way, in an unbalanced way.

“Well…yeah, kinda,” I reply, and she’s still smiling.

“Oh, alright. Well I was just wondering if maybe you’d like to hang out sometime or something?” I feel Ryan move beside me, and I cringe along with William, because he’s about to lose it.

“Jesus Christ, will you just back the hell off?!” he says quite loudly to her and I jump. She looks like he just insulted her mother.

“Excuse me?” she scoffs. Ryan grabs my hand on top of the table and laces our fingers together.

“You’ve been practically undressing my boyfriend with your eyes all night, and I’m getting really sick of it. He’s not a piece of meat! He’s gay, and he’s taken, so find someone else’s boyfriend to steal!” he snaps. Her eyes are wide and she splutters a little before quickly walking away. Ryan huffs and slinks back down into his chair. The table next to ours is staring right at him, and Spencer goes into bitch mode.

“What are you all looking at? This doesn’t concern you! Yeah that’s right, turn around,” he bitches at them.

“Well, I think we should go now!” my mom says quickly with a huge smile on her face. She’s obviously impressed with the way Ryan stood up for me, and so am I. I didn’t think he had it in him. It was kinda sexy, seeing him all jealous like that. We’ve waited two months, so his present for me better fucking be some sex.

Part 2