The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 14
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon (Gabilliam, tiny tinyy bit of Joncer)
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: At the end.
Masterpost
Chapter 14
It’s the day before Halloween, and Ryan decided that he should probably go to his house and pack his things and officially move in with me. I know it’s wrong to feel so excited about it, because of the circumstances, but still, Ryan is going to be living with me. We’ve been at his house packing for a couple of hours, and we just finished his bedroom. Jim, the lawyer, said that Ryan could also take whatever else he wanted, since it all belonged to him now, and whatever he didn’t want, he could just leave it for the next people that move in to have. He contemplated over whether or not he should keep all the furniture and keep it in storage somewhere, so he could have it when he got his own place, but decided it was too much hassle.
“Hey, call your mom and tell her that she can have any of this stuff if she wants it,” he says. “I’ve just got to get all the pictures and my mom’s things and throw all the junk out, then we can leave,” he says as he walks toward his mother’s room. I can tell he just wants to get out of here as fast as he can. It must be hard for him to be back after what happened the last time he was here. I feel like I’d be intruding if I went into his mother’s room with him, so I just hang back and call my mom, passing to her what Ryan said. She, of course, denied. She’d feel bad taking any of the stuff. Like it’s any better for a complete stranger to have it. Finally, Ryan emerges from the hallway with a big box in his hands, looking considerably sadder than before he’d gone back there.
“Alright, that’s all. I got all of the photo albums and some of my mom’s things that I wanted to keep, the rest of it I guess we can just take to the Salvation Army or something. I’d rather them have it than the people who move in here,” he finishes quietly. I give him a small smile. Always thinking about other people. He’s the most selfless person I know, and I really love that about him.
“Let’s go then,” I say, grabbing the rest of the boxes and loading them into my mom’s car that she lent to me. Ryan crawls into the passenger seat, looking miserable. I grab his hand before I pull out of the driveway.
“Hey, you alright?” I ask. I cast a worried glance at him when he hesitates, but then he lets out a shaky breath.
“Yeah, just. It was hard, going through her things, but I’ll be fine,” he offers a weak smile. I feel a sudden overwhelming sense of sympathy for him. I know what it’s like; I went through it with my dad. Although I think it’s always just a little bit harder when it’s your mom. You’re always close to your mom in a way you just can’t be with your dad. Ryan laughs suddenly. I glance at him.
“Don’t you think you should have both hands on the wheel, what with your accident-proneness and horrible case of ADHD?” he laughs. I roll my eyes good-naturedly at him.
“We don’t know for sure if I actually have AD-"
“You have it, Bren,” he laughs again, and I mock-glare at him. “What? Don’t give me that look. You’re constantly fidgeting, and you can’t concentrate on one thing for longer than two minutes.”
“Oh whatever, you love it,” I stick my tongue out at him.
“Mmm, don’t tempt me,” he purrs, raising one eyebrow seductively. I shake my head at him.
“Ryan Ross! In the car while I’m driving? I don’t think so,” I scold teasingly. He laughs and squeezes my hand. I love these little moments like this where we can just tease each other and have fun. Like I’ve said before, it’s these tiny moments in passing that make me realize how much I love him.
Once we’re back at my house, Ryan and I take the boxes up to my room and start unpacking his things. A lot of his stuff was already there anyway. He puts some of his clothes in his drawer with his other ones, and the remaining clothes he puts in the closet with mine. We share clothes anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they get mixed in. I can even squeeze into his jeans, although it takes forever to get my ass in them. Ryan always seems to drool when I do borrow them though; it practically looks like they’ve been painted onto me.
After a while, his stuff is all unpacked, and he puts the boxes of his mom’s stuff in the top of my closet, except for a framed picture of the three of us, the most recent trip to Sea World last year, where we were all posing with the whale. Ryan’s always loved it. He sets it on my bedside table and bites his lip before looking up at me.
“You know what we haven’t done in a while?” he asks innocently. I raise my eyebrows in question, and he grins before tackling me back onto the bed and crushing our lips together. “This,” he says breathlessly before diving back down again, attacking my mouth. He doesn’t waste any time stripping me down, either.
“It’s been a week, Brendon,” he whines. I laugh, because seriously? He’s dying from lack of sex after only not having it for a week?
“That’s probably a good thing, seeing as we needed time to be able to move properly again,” I giggle. He acts like we’ve been doing it for years, when we’ve only done it five times. “Oh hey, I totally forgot about the guys coming over tomorrow! After this we need to go to the store and-"
“Stop talking!” Ryan shrieks, attacking my lips again. I don’t know why, but my brain seems to find this funny because I cannot. Stop. Laughing. Ryan seems irritated, but also lets out a small giggle against my lips, making me laugh harder. God, what is wrong with me?
“Brendon! What the fuck are you laughing at?” Ryan exasperates, but he’s smiling fondly. I can’t help it. I’m clutching my stomach and just dying. Ryan is straddling my lap, looking unimpressed, and his seriousness is funny to me.
“I’m trying to sex you up over here, and you’re laughing at me?” he stares at me incredulously. I let out a huge burst of laughter when he said ‘sex you up.'
“Sex me up?” I laugh out. Finally he just growls and unceremoniously yanks my boxers down, throws them aside, and leans down to take the tip of my cock into his mouth, abruptly ceasing all laughter. He bobs down once and then pulls off and smirks.
“Good, now can you be a little helpful?” he says as he tosses the lube at me. “I want to be on top again,” he adds as an afterthought.
“Fine with me,” I shrug. I put some lube on my fingers, and Ryan leans down to kiss me, our chests pressing together. He snakes his tongue into my mouth and I reach a hand around him to push one finger into him, making him gasp. I don’t wait long before adding a second one, and I just work them around a bit while Ryan kisses me. He puts a hand on my cheek and raises his head to look at me. I smile and he smiles back the most loving, trusting smile I’ve ever seen, and presses his lips to mine again. I add a third finger, getting frustrated that I still haven’t found his spot yet, but he’s not in pain. He’s not feeling pain or pleasure, just me stretching him. He opens his mouth for my tongue, and I curl my fingers a bit, smiling when he lets out a low moan and presses back against my fingers.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he rushes out. I pull my fingers out and go to grab a condom from the night stand, but he shakes his head. “I don’t want to use one,” he mumbles, looking a bit embarrassed. I scrunch my eyebrows, confused, and he clears his throat. “I mean, we’ve only been with each other. We’re clean, and…” he trails off, but I can tell there’s something else. I make a gesture for him to continue, and he looks at me again. “I just want to feel as close to you as possible,” he says, smiling. I feel my own lips quirk up and I nod, pulling him down for a sweet kiss.
“Whatever you want,” I murmur. Ryan leans back and grabs the base of my cock and slowly guides himself so that the tip is pressing against his entrance, and I grab his hips and help him slowly sink down onto me. His eyes are closed and he’s biting his lip, probably still a little sore, and I focus every ounce of my concentration on not coming immediately because this feels a thousand times better without a condom. It’s just tight and hot and unbelievably good. I try to steady my breath, again not wanting to make noise until I know it feels good for Ryan too.
He leans down for a kiss, and while our lips are pressed together, he drags himself off of me and then swiftly back down, letting out a loud moan. Well, that didn’t take long. He smiles and continues with this rhythm, swallowing my various whimpers and groans with his lips. My hands are firmly on his hips, although it’s not like I have to help him move, he seems to be doing just fine at that all on his own. He pulls back from my lips enough so that we can look at each other, and he’s picked up the pace now, lifting himself up and down faster, and he breathes hard into my mouth.
“God, I-I love you s-so much,” he pants. My chest aches at his words. But it’s a good ache. The kind you can only get from a feeling like this.
“I love you, too,” I say around a loud moan as he drops down particularly hard. There’s no way I’m going to last much longer, so I bring a hand between us to wrap around Ryan’s cock, and my hand’s still got lube on it, and it’s making obscene noises as I move it along Ryan’s length. He moans louder until he starts shaking, and then he comes on my hand, mumbling my name and ‘I love you’s under his breath. That’s all it takes for me to let go, and Ryan makes a surprised noise at the unfamiliar sensation as I come inside him.
We just lie there, panting, holding each other, until Ryan pulls off and drops down beside me. “I love being on top, but it’s tiring,” he smiles lazily at me and I laugh a little.
I startle as I hear a shout from downstairs. “Could you not be so loud next time? Good lord, I can barely hear my soap operas down here!” comes my mom’s voice. My eyes widen. Oh God. I’d totally forgotten she was home, which was really stupid because she just lent me her car an hour ago, of course she was home. I turn to look at Ryan who is biting his lip to hold in his laughter, and my face pales.
“Oh. My. God,” I say, mortified. I barely get out the last word before Ryan is shaking with laughter, tears escaping his eyes. I’m decidedly never looking my mother in the eye ever again.
***
“Brendon, would you focus? We’re supposed to be buying food, not magazines!” Ryan snaps at me in the store. I huff at him and toss the magazine back onto the stand, walking ahead of him toward the chips. I can practically feel him rolling his eyes at me.
“Stop acting like a child,” he says, poking me and grabbing my hand, pushing the cart with his other hand.
“Ry, I’m sleepy,” I whine. It’s like ten o’clock at night, and we’re in the store buying food for our little sleepover tomorrow. Yes, the fact that we’re teenage boys having a sleepover definitely says something about us, but whatever. We swiftly move about the store, grabbing things here and there. My mom gave me her debit card to pay for all this crap, so at least I don’t have to pay for it. We get quite a few disapproving looks at our clasped hands as we’re heading to the check-out. I glare at them all until they avert their gazes. I start to grumble under my breath and Ryan squeezes my hand.
“Just ignore them,” he whispers, pecking my cheek. I instantly melt at the small gesture and smile at him. I don’t give a fuck what those people think. I don’t need their approval.
***
“My loneliness, is killing me,”
“AND I,”
“I must confess, I still believe,”
“STILL BELIEVE!”
“When I’m not with you I lose my mind,”
“GIVE ME A SIGNNNN! HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!” Gabe and William finish together. Ryan groans and shakes his head. They’ve been at this for an hour, William singing terrible songs while Gabe screeches the background parts.
“Why the fuck did I invite them?” Ryan wails. Spencer and I have found the whole thing quite amusing. Jon is laughing at Ryan.
“Oh come on, Ryan, who doesn’t want to hear such an amazing interpretation of Britney?” I laugh.
“You know we can rock some Britney,” William says, Gabe nodding his agreement as they flop down to the floor of the living room, where Ryan and I have dragged our mattress to, but we’re the only ones that get to sleep on it, so sucks for them.
The doorbell rings, and my mom rushes out of the kitchen with her gigantic bowl of candy to hand out to the trick-or-treaters. She loves doing this every year; I have no idea why. “Dude, where the hell is my chocolate?” Spencer demands. Jon laughs and points to his own stomach, and Spencer gasps. “You jerk!” Jon just laughs.
“Calm down, there’s like a mountain of candy in here,” William waves him off.
“Can we please put the next movie in now?” Ryan pouts at me. We’ve already watched Saw, Silence of the Lambs, and Dawn of the Dead, which okay, I usually like zombie movies, but that movie creeped the fuck out of me, and I spent the entire time cringing and hiding in Ryan’s shoulder while they all laughed at me. However, his pout is too cute to resist, so I peck his lips and get up to grab the next movie he has picked out for us. It. Oh, fucking great.
“You know I’m scared of clowns!” I whine at Ryan, who is looking innocently back at me.
“Baby, it’s just a movie. Plus, you know you love having an excuse to cuddle up to me,” Ryan teases. I just continue to pout and sit on the opposite side of the couch from him. William and Gabe are now whispering things and giggling to each other, while Spencer is sitting in Jon’s lap eating chocolate. I don’t even know what’s up with them, but I’m just gonna go with it.
Ryan sighs and gets up only to collapse into my lap a second later, straddling me. He bites his lip intentionally, what an ass, and he puts his arms around my neck, playing with the back of my hair. “Baby,” he pouts, his eyes wide, his bottom lip slightly poking out.
I give him an unimpressed look, but on the inside I’m melting. He smiles a little and leans forward to softly kiss my neck, my jaw, my cheek, and then finally he presses the softest of kisses to my lips. I smile and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Fine,” I relent, smiling, and he beams, kissing me again, but not moving from my lap, only turning around so he’s facing the TV. Spencer mutters something about us making him want to throw up and I flip him off, putting my hands around Ryan’s waist. My mom comes in saying something about ordering pizza and gives us all an adoring look before retreating back to the kitchen. She totally loves gay couples. She hasn’t said anything about what happened yesterday, but I blush every time she looks at me. Hey, at least I can’t get Ryan pregnant. Although, we would have the most adorable babies…
I suddenly let out an embarrassingly loud squeal when a particularly scary part comes up. Ryan laughs and turns around to kiss me, even though I’m glaring at him. It turns out that this movie is long. And it’s terrifying. At one point, I nearly cried. It doesn’t seem to be affecting anyone else though; they all seem to be enjoying it. I already told Ryan this was the last movie I’m watching tonight. Our pizzas came some time during the movie, and those disappeared pretty quickly. Ryan and William are like fucking sticks, but they eat an insane amount of food.
“Save me some food, fat-ass,” I playfully shove Ryan.
“Brendon, you know it isn’t nice to call a girl fat,” Spencer says seriously, causing Ryan to glare at him and William to crack up.
“That’s not fair! Brendon’s the one who wears girl jeans! And he has those hips!” Ryan whines.
“Yeah, but he looks nothing like a girl,” Gabe reasons. Ryan just glares at them all and sinks down into the couch, sulking.
“You don’t look like a girl,” I tell him with a sigh, giving him an indulgent smile.
“Shut up! You called me fat,” he gripes at me, poking his tongue out. I cuddle against him, smiling amusedly.
“Don’t stick your tongue out, you look like a child,” I say, flicking his ear. He turns around and purposely sticks his tongue out again, and I flick my own tongue out and lick it, making him smile.
“Oh my God, ew!” Spencer gags. “You’re sick, Brendon.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Oh please, like you haven’t had your tongue down Jon’s throat.” Spencer splutters a little, like he always does when the subject of him and Jon comes up, and curses under his breath at me. I smirk and lean over to kiss Ryan. I feel like making out, and if there happen to be other people in the room, then that’s not really my fault.
Ryan seems to like my idea, though, as he arches up to meet me halfway, pulling me down onto him, smiling into the kiss. We can hear Spencer’s protests from the other side of the room, but we choose to ignore them and keep making out instead.
“You guys can have this leftover candy,” I hear my mom say as she enters the room, and then she laughs. “Um, I don’t think your friends want to watch you two make out,” she says. I raise my head up, and Ryan looks at her upside down, grinning sheepishly.
“Whatever, they’re used to it,” I shrug. “Plus, William and Gabe have been making out all night, I don’t wanna hear it.” William scoffs.
“Brendon!” he hisses, obviously embarrassed. I just smile sweetly at him before snuggling back into Ryan. He wraps his arm around me and yawns.
“Sleepy?” I ask, and I hear my mom leaving the room. He nods, and he’s got that adorable sleepy look about him. I heave us up off the couch and collapse onto our mattress on the floor, snuggling together once again.
“We’re going to sleep,” I mumble, snuggling into Ryan’s arms. I hear William and Gabe move to the couch before Spencer could, and then he proceeds to bitch at them about it for ten minutes. I found an old sleeping bag earlier, and Jon spreads it out on the floor before pulling Spencer down with him. Spencer seems a little put out, but doesn’t move away. He’s still embarrassed about it, how cute.
I hear William mumbling something along the lines of, “sexy when you’re sleepy” to Gabe, after which Gabe proceeds to giggle like a girl and then I hear kissing noises. Spencer groans, apparently tired of all the cuteness going around, but then I hear Jon mumbling to him, and Spencer laughs. I don’t get how Jon does it, I really don’t.
“Mmm,” Ryan sighs. “Perfect.” He snuggles into me more. I take in his vanilla scent, and he places a kiss on my neck. It’s funny how I never used to like sleeping with Ryan when we’d have sleepovers, because he always hogged the covers or kicked them off, but now I can barely sleep without him. I didn’t realize how tired I actually was, but I nearly dislocate my jaw with a giant yawn, hearing Ryan giggle softly at it. I close my eyes and fall asleep to William’s whispers, Spencer’s laughter, and Ryan’s breathing.
Next Chapter
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A/N: Alright. SO. This chapter gave me hell. Because I haven’t slept in ages, and my head is killing me. I was sitting here sobbing, flailing, DYING due to sleep deprivation, and the only reason I didn’t just say fuck it and put it off until tomorrow is because it’s fried_heart's birthday today, and I promised her I’d update today. So happy birthday! Now, I’m going to go sleep for ten days. Leave me lots of comments to read when I wake up! (: