Two Weeks In Hawaii [2/14 + Epilogue]
Title: Two Weeks In Hawaii [2/14 + Epilogue]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will (mention)
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title comes from "Two Weeks In Hawaii" by Hellogoodbye.
Summary: When a larger wave came and the man pulled himself to his knees while watching it draw closer, Ryan moved his sunglasses down a bit, peering over the top to get a clearer view. The man stood up, shifting his legs along the long board beneath his feet, balancing himself, ready to embrace the wave. Ryan didn't realize his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the man surf, the stranger's slim body moving perfectly as he guided the board along the water, letting the ocean move him. Surfing had always been just another sport to Ryan, but watching this man surf in the distance, Ryan found himself thinking of it as a dance or perhaps a way of life; the man's body working with the water.
Warning: Sex, Language, Homosexuality, angst, etc.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: So this was written for lilrainforest
Love you babe <3 NO. I'm mad at you right now >l
And yayyy. Brendon has made it into the story =D
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One
Day Two
Spencer decided that for their first full day on the island, they would start simple and go hang out down by the water for the day. Ryan had no interest in going down by the ocean but Spencer once again pretty much dragged him along thus Ryan sat in the sand, watching Spencer and Jon attempt to throw a frisbee back and forth. His sunglasses were hiding his hurt-filled eyes, his knees pulled up towards his chest with a light breeze brushing through Ryan's hair. There weren't many people out yet considering it was roughly noon, but there were still more than Ryan preferred. Still, he knew that he couldn't have the entire island to himself. It was safe to bet though he wouldn't be running into Pete; he left that nightmare back in Vegas.
"Sure you don't want to play?" Jon asked, walking over to Ryan with the plastic disc clasped in his hand.
"I'm sure." Ryan answered, pushing his feet a little further into the warm grains of sand all around him.
"The water's pretty warm." Jon suggested, trying to get Ryan to open up a little more. "I'm debating pushing Spencer's ass in when he least expects it." A very small smile played at Ryan's lips because the thought of Spencer being shoved into the water was quite amusing. Especially since Spencer wouldn't be too happy about that and watching him chase Jon around might brighten his mood a bit.
"I'm fine sitting here." Ryan lifted his head up towards Jon whose body was outlined by the sun, making him look like a black figure regardless of Ryan's designer sunglasses. "Go have fun with Spence." He gave Jon a small smile, wanting his friends to just leave him alone for a little while. Ryan liked sitting beneath the umbrella, feeling the gentle breeze against his skin and listening to the ocean's waves crash against the shore. It was soothing.
"Alright..." Jon frowned, not fully convinced but knowing better than to push Ryan because he wasn't Spencer and wouldn't be able to get away with such an action as lightly. "Come join us whenever." Ryan nodded, lowering his head back to his knees as Jon knocked his fist against the frisbee before turning and jogging back out towards Spencer who had been drawing things in the sand with a stick.
Alone again, Ryan turned his head so his chin rested on his knees rather than his cheek, his eyes directed straight ahead. In the distance, a man on a surfboard caught Ryan's attention and he squinted his eyes a bit to narrow his field of vision, curiously watching the man sit on the board while small waves rocked him gently. From what Ryan could see, he wore a skin-tight blue water suit, his dark hair sticking to his head as though he had been beneath the surface a few times already. It's not like Ryan hadn't seen people surfing out here already; but something about this man just kept Ryan's attention.
When a larger wave came and the man pulled himself to his knees while watching it draw closer, Ryan moved his sunglasses down a bit, peering over the top to get a clearer view. The man stood up, shifting his legs along the long board beneath his feet, balancing himself, ready to embrace the wave. Ryan didn't realize his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the man surf, the stranger's slim body moving perfectly as he guided the board along the water, letting the ocean move him. Surfing had always been just another sport to Ryan, but watching this man surf in the distance, Ryan found himself thinking of it as a dance or perhaps a way of life; the man's body working with the water.
It didn't last long, Ryan just imagining the act in slow motion, and the man became too far away for Ryan to really have a good view at. Frowning, Ryan slid his glasses back up all the way, turning his head again to find Jon and Spencer coming back towards him; William following them. "Ryan!" Will beamed, running past the other two to where he sat on the ground. "How awesome is that we are together again?"
"It's a miracle." Ryan sarcastically answered though Will wasn't paying much attention.
"You two know each other?" Spencer asked, head tilted to the side as he approached.
"Ryan and I sat beside each other on the plane." Will answered, falling down to the sand beside Ryan. "Why are you just sitting here all alone?"
"I like being alone," Ryan said, trying to hint to Will to go away. Sadly, it didn't work.
"Will was playing frisbee with us then invited us to a cook out or something that his friend's having tonight," Jon said, sitting down in front of Ryan and somewhat mirroring his position. Ryan wished the surfer wasn't gone because he was a good distraction for him and a far better sight than Jon's beaming face.
"Will said his friend lives here and would probably show us all the cool spots!" Spencer chimed as he dropped down to the sand as well, laying his head on Jon's shoulder. "Isn't that awesome Ryan?!"
"I think I'll pass," he said, avoiding any direct contact with anyone.
"You're not getting out of this, Ross," Spencer said. "We've gone over the whole secluding yourself like a vampire thing. You're coming with us tonight; even if I have to drag you there forcibly."
"Brendon, that's my friend, is really fun. I think you'll like him." William told Ryan with a smile. "He knows all the best places to go here and the most fun things to do. He's a tour guide during the day which is probably why and-" he stopped himself as he looked off in the distance, smiling widely. "There! That's him!" Will's arm shot out, almost smacking Ryan right in the face, a long finger stretched out to point. Everyone's eyes followed the path Will created and Ryan almost let his jaw fall down again. "The one surfing. That's Brendon. He does that a lot and he's really good at it." No, the person Ryan was somewhat ogling earlier could not be who William was talking about. That's just too...no.
"He's cute..." Spencer smiled, looking back to Ryan with that gleam in his eye. Jon had a bit of an annoyed huff to the comment but he didn't say anything, looking back towards his friend as well with a hinting smile. Ryan rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, leaning forward onto his legs more so the tips of his fingers touched the sand, flicking the little grains absently. "See Ryan? It's definitely worth going. This is exactly what you need to get your mind off that fucktard in Vegas."
"I wasn't thinking about Pete..." Ryan mumbled with a small sigh. "But thanks to you, now I am."
"Who's Pete?" Will inquired, already having decided his new friends were his best friends.
"Ryan's ex-fiancé and the world's biggest asshole," Spencer said with anger. Ryan bit his lip and shut his eyes, feeling the scratchy sand against the once sensitive tips of his fingers. His guitar had taken away the majority of feeling they once held. But the scratchy sand; that's still there.
"I thought you were married..." Bilvy cocked his head and looked at Ryan, frowning slightly.
"Not exactly..." Ryan answered into his legs.
"Point is," Jon saw his friend breaking down again, "Ryan's here to have a good time and forget about that jerk because he's so much better than Pete in every way." Ryan hated Jon at first because Spencer used to hang out with Ryan a lot more before Jon came around, but he loves Jon because the man is very sensitive to how others are feeling and tends to be the one to help. Like now.
"I'll make a deal with you," Spencer said, moving himself to his knees and crawling in the sand towards Ryan, lifting his face up. "Go tonight to this cookout thing. If you have a bad time, I won't make you do a single thing for the next two weeks. You have a good time, well that's pretty self explanatory." Spencer's eyes sparkled a little, almost as though he was saying I dare you, and Ryan can't decline a dare.
"Fine." he huffed, releasing his knees. "We have witnesses too, Spin." Spencer smiled and sat back, sticking his hand out. Ryan lazily gave Spencer his hand and they shook on the 'bet', Ryan frowning at the way Spencer looked at him. It was a look of I know I'm going to win, since he does that a lot to Ryan. But Ryan is miserable as hell and there really isn't anything that can change that.
"Yay!" Will beamed, throwing his long, bony arms around Ryan's body and squeezing him a little too tightly. Ryan frowned, Bill far to close and comfortable for his liking, but bit on the inside of his lip until he was released. "I'll come pick you guys up at around seven, ok?" He let go of Ryan and stood up, waving as he jogged through the sand towards his friend in the distance. Ryan continued to pout as he watched the lengthy man grow smaller, reaching the wet-suit-wearing-semi-hot (ok maybe more than semi, but Ryan wasn't going to let that slip) man as he carried the surfboard from the water.
"That leaves you," Spencer looked down at the little watch hanging loosely around his wrist, "Five and a half hours to get ready, your majesty." he teased Ryan, earning a light smack on the arm from Jon.
"Fuck off Spin," Ryan mumbled, trying not to let his eyes glance off in the direction Will had gone to; failing in the end. He looked and saw them talking, Will gesturing back and the surfer, Brendon?, looking out as well, giving a casual wave of his hand as though he knew Ryan was looking. As the blush quickly flooded to Ryan's cheeks, he turned his head in the opposite direction and cast his eyes to the sand, not that anyone could see them from behind the glasses. He most definitely wasn't trying to check Brendon out from far away because one, that's creepy, two, Ryan's not like that, and three, he's just getting over a very painful and failed attempt at a relationship; a marriage. It's far too soon to be checking hot Hawaiian natives out. Even ones wearing skin tight body suits and having bodies that glide along the water so effortlessly with-no. Just, no.
"How about a little more frisbee?" Jon suggested, changing the topic and saving Ryan once again.
"No thanks." Ryan sighed to himself and looked back to their hotel. "I'm kinda hot. I think I'm going to head back."
"Don't forget your make up." Spencer smiled, Jon tugging him from the sand. Ryan just glared at his friend, watching them head off towards the vacant part of the beach again before glancing back to where William and the surfer had been. They were gone now, Ryan's face dropping a little more, so he pushed himself from the warm of the sand, brushing the grains off, and started back towards the building where his clothes were. He could hear Spencer and Jon faintly laughing from the beach, the hotel wasn't far from the water after all, and sighed heavily as his feet sunk into the earth.
It was going to be a very long night.
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It wasn't until about a quarter after seven that William arrived in a silver jeep decorated in hand-painted flowers of pale colors. Ryan stood by the drive to the hotel with Spencer and Jon, arms crossed over his chest and a bitter frown on his face. He wasn't late; even after spending a long time going through all of his clothes which were now thrown all over the hotel room. He had been at the door at seven, six fifty-nine even, like he had been told. Will was late and that annoyed Ryan. "I'm not getting in that." Ryan stated firmly, raising a weary eyebrow while glancing over the vehicle, if you can call it that, Will drove.
"It's really safe," Will said, frowning some himself. "I'm a good driver too; I swear."
"There aren't any doors." Ryan pointed out, not budging from his stationary spot on the edge of the road. "Therefore that can't possibly be safe."
"There's seatbelts, you idiot," Spencer said, already pulling himself into the back. There wasn't even a roof to the jeep-thing. Just a metal frame where a roof should be; lights on top for when it's dark. There wasn't a trunk either; just a line of padded cushion where it belonged, serving as back seats.
"Trust me Ryan; Brendon's done some crazy shit with this, stuff I would never attempt, and is perfectly fine." Bill tried to coax Ryan out of his paranoia over the vehicle. Ryan scoffed, already thinking down on this Brendon person, cute or not, because it's just plain idiotic to do stupid things with a vehicle; especially one lacking doors and a roof. "B really wants to meet you so can we please go?"
"Get your ass in Ross or you forfeit the bet." Spencer called while pulling the safety belt over his body and snapping the little metal clasp in its holder; Jon climbing into the back as well.
"I think losing a bet is minor compared to losing my life," Ryan said, Spencer rolling his eyes.
"Just get in, Ryan," he said with annoyance, giving Ryan a warning look. And best friend or not, Spencer can be very scary at the best of times, Ryan not wanting to make Spencer blow. He saw Spencer get really mad once and Ryan swore that he would never let that happen again.
"You're not allowed at my funeral." he mumbled, uncrossing his arms and forcing his legs forward.
"That's ok," Spencer said as Ryan climbed into the cushioned seat beside Will, moving away from the edge but being careful of how close he got to the driver as well. Being a very thin person has its advantages at times. "I didn't plan on having one for you anyway." he teased.
"Spin;" Jon's tone was low and warning as he gave Spencer a 'back off' kind of look while Ryan pulled the seatbelt over his own body, wishing there was another one. Spencer slumped down a bit but kept his mouth shut because an angry Jon didn't bode well for anyone either.
"Alright, so, um, just hold onto the frame or something if you get too scared," Will said with a smile, waiting for Ryan to buckle up and settle before shifting the car into drive. "Everyone all set?"
"Yep," Spencer said, nodding, eager to meet the infamous Brendon and get him to give them a tour.
"No." Ryan mumbled at the same time as Ryan spoke, too quiet for anyone to hear. He crossed his arms over his body again, wrapping his hands around his sides, and pulling his legs up against the seat while slouching down. He didn't like the fact that there were no doors because his body moved on the seat some and the idea of sliding from the seatbelt to the ground, even if Will wasn't driving all that fast, just wasn't too appealing.
A disadvantage to being so small.
The scenery was nice, passing by in a blur of colors since Ryan wasn't focusing on anything specific other than survival, as Bill drove down the vacant road. It was like the country, but prettier and cow-less. Will's long legs were bent pretty hard because he had to leave room for Spencer to sit behind him and he glanced occasionally at Ryan to make sure the other man was ok. He didn't view the jeep as dangerous but enjoyable because the lack of metal allowed the wind to flow freely around and keep the body cool. "So," Will tried to break the silence, "Do any of you do any sports?"
"Not really," Spencer said from behind.
"Nothing outside of a gym." Jon replied, intrigued by the beautiful scenery. He definitely had to get his camera out and around the island at some point. It was too amazing to pass up.
"Can't be bothered," Ryan said, staring at his feet now. The wind was really blowing against him, making him cold, so he curled up a bit more on the seat.
"The most I do is the stuff out on the ocean that Brendon always drags me into." William smiled, turning the wheel a bit. "He likes to surf mainly, but also likes scuba diving, jet skiing, and sometimes manages to get his boat out. Oh, and Brendon plays a mean game of beach volleyball." he said happily.
"Ryan's really good at beach volleyball too!" Spencer suddenly chimed; anything to try and get Ryan to be a little more social, even if he knows his friend prefers to be on his own for the most part. "He was the winner of the tournament at summer camp in eleventh game."
"Shut up, Spin." Ryan half-hissed because the last thing he wants is for William to be encouraged.
"You should totally play with Bdon then!" Too late. "He's always looking for people but since no one can beat him, those who haven't played don't even bother. I'd love to see his ass handed to him." Will laughed, turning onto a dirt road engulfed by trees and going uphill.
"If no one else can beat him then I'm sure I can't," Ryan said, really not liking the fact that the road wasn't much of a road at all because the dirt and rocks made the jeep rock back and forth. It made him move a little closer towards Will, just so he wouldn't fall out the side, not to mention the trees attacking them as well. At least William wasn't driving quite as fast, not that he was speeding before, driving farther and farther into the wooded area. It kind of made Ryan think that he was going to be murdered and left there, forever lost among the trees, but William is too nice for that which means Brendon probably wasn't going to kill him either. Hopefully. Ryan may be depressed, but he likes being alive.
At the end of the winding dirt road was a large clearing that nearly floored the three visitors within seconds. Brendon's house was more like the white house of Hawaii. Well, ok, it wasn't really. It was just really big, a log cabin like house, with a large porch and a balcony above extending out from the second floor. Will directed the jeep off to the side on a path of murdered grass where there were a few other vehicles, an actual car and even a motorcycle of some sort, parked in waiting. "Holy shit..." Spencer was the first to actually find his voice, eyes glued on the home of the stranger he more or less was already in love with. Not the kind of love he has for Jon, of course, but love nonetheless.
"Welcome to the trashiest house you'll ever see." Will smiled, turning the car off and removing the keys; undoing his seatbelt and sliding out.
"How on earth can this place be trashy?" Spencer asked because Jon was busy contemplating how many different angles of the house he could take pictures of for a new portfolio all about Hawaii and Ryan most definitely wasn't staring with his jaw hanging pretty far down.
"Brendon doesn't spend much time in his house so he like, never cleans," Bill said as he shook out his soft hair which had been blown about by the wind. "So excuse the mess if you would, please. I tried to convince him to clean but getting him away from the water is near impossible." Ryan definitely wasn't wishing that he lived somewhere like that, just to shove it in Pete's face. Not at all. "This way," William said as he started walking towards the large house.
It took a moment, but all three instantly threw their seatbelts out and left the jeep, quickly falling into step behind Will, eager to see the inside; in Ryan's case, a little eagerness to see exactly who lived owned such a nice home but hardly spent any time there. Who wouldn't want to spend all their time in such a nice, big house, where there's just endless halls of solitude? It was beyond him. There were four long steps, easily able to fit four people shoulder to shoulder across them, leading to the porch which stretched almost all across the front. The railing was cleanly cut and finished, keeping anyone from accidentally straying off the nicely kept wooden flooring. A few lawn chairs sat on the porch, a small two-person swing, and a glass coffee table with coasters. Ryan definitely wasn't jealous.
Will pulled back the screen door for them, the wooden door already pushed open, ushering them inside before following. Ryan's jaw was almost at the point of breaking, his eyebrows pretty much in his hair, eyes wide because damn, this guy had money. The floor was wooden like the porch, only shinier with a finer finish. There really weren't walls separating the rooms, just a vast open space. The wall of what Ryan assumed was the living was practically all window, looking out over a good portion of the island they stayed on, the ocean very visible. There were a couple of couches facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, a fireplace, a computer on a desk by the wall, a large plasma television sitting on the ground, and the largest collection of CDs Ryan has ever seen. It was so beautiful; the CDs, at least. Not that the rest of the living room wasn't either. But music is Ryan's one true love that he knows will always be there for him and will never leave him. He had never seen so many square plastic cases in one place before; stores don't count.
"Brendon!" William suddenly yelled, his voice echoing throughout the large home. The ceiling was really tall; it could fit about seven or so Ryan's on top of each other. "Get your ass out here! We have visitors!" he nearly squealed, dropping the keys into a glass dish on a table near the door.
"I'll be down in a few minutes; show them around!" A voice called back, coming from the second floor, making Ryan's head fall back so his eyes would wander up. He couldn't see stairs, but he could see a railing to the second floor that stuck out about half way over the living room; bearing more furniture in a living-room like set up. Only, that seemed to be some bright neon color, maybe pink, instead of the cool, relaxing colors the main living room was dressed in.
"Hurry up!" Will called up to the voice before rolling his eyes and looking back at the other three. "He's probably making a mess of his room trying to find something to wear. He gets all picky when he's meeting someone new and tends to act like a woman in a mall, having to try on absolutely everything." he smiled, brushing his hair from his face.
"You two have so much in common!" Spencer teased Ryan, lightly nudging him with his elbow. Ryan loosely backhanded Spencer then went back to being lost in the beauty of the music collection. Really, it was gorgeous. From what Ryan could read too, they were a lot of bands he liked. "Seriously, stop looking at the CDs like you want to sleep with them." Spencer waved his hand in front of Ryan's face.
"That's nothing." Will smiled, Spencer drawing his attention to Ryan's dreamy look. Jon laughed to himself, wandering over to the window to scope out the land for opportune photo areas. His camera was like Ryan's music; pure, blissful, love. "I'll show you Brendon's favorite room, which is probably the one place he actually spends hours in when he's stuck inside from heavy storms or something." That peeked Ryan's interest because, what can be more amazing than a wall of a hundred, no, definitely more, CDs of music he himself listens to?
"Music is Ryan's kryptonite." Spencer told William with a smile as he watched Jon take heavy interest in the scenery. He knew that one of Jon's bags was entirely stuff related to his camera, Spencer had to fit some of Jon's clothes in with his own, and he liked that his boyfriend had such interest in the subject. He knew Jon was trying to get his own studio going and Hawaii was really good for making a portfolio.
"Brendon's too," Bill said, giving Spencer that gaze Ryan had long ago learned was a plotting kind of look. He didn't want to know what they were deciding on, though he had a guess, and went back to trying to read each of the CDs; too afraid to approach them as though he wasn't 'worthy'. "Brendon's got this room in the back entirely dedicated to his music." That definitely pulled Ryan's attention back to the tall, thin man standing with them. "I can show you, if you want?"
"Yes, please." Ryan instantly spat out like he was a child near a toy. Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled because at least Ryan's mood was lightened by the fact that Brendon, their still-a-mystery-host, had a deep love for music like his older friend did.
"Awesome. Hey Jon; you know, you can go out back if you want and explore. B's backyard is ridiculously large with a bunch of native plants I can't pronounce for the life of me." Jon's eyes widened some with excitement as he nodded, coming back to the small group of people and grabbing Spencer's wrist, pulling him towards the sliding glass doors at the other side of the room that Will had pointed towards. Spencer opened his mouth to protest because he wanted to see more of the house, but wasn't really in the mood to sleep alone so he just shut it again and stumbled along. "Um, so, the music room is," Bill stopped to think for a moment, "in the back of the house which is around the corner and down the hall."
"You don't know where it is?" Ryan asked with a bit of a frown to Will's hesitation.
"I don't go there often because Brendon is always dragging me through the islands," he said, still smiling. It annoyed Ryan, really; the constant happy expression. Can't he be miserable like Ryan for a minute?
"Sure Brendon won't get upset about you showing me his music room?" Ryan asked, sure that Brendon was probably defensive of it if he had an entire room dedicated to the subject. He hadn't even met their host yet and already decided they would probably be good friends for the next two weeks; if for no other reason than the love of music.
"I don't much care if he is," Will said with a smirk. "B trusts me and I'm sure you wouldn't destroy anything anyway." Ryan's head whipped back and forth. To bring harm to anything related to the music industry, instrument, CD, player, or otherwise, was like murder to Ryan. Simply unacceptable. "Exactly." Bill reached out and grabbing Ryan's hand suddenly, their bony fingers brushing against each other momentarily as Will locked his around Ryan. "And what he doesn't know won't kill him." Ryan failed in hiding the tiny smile that came to his lips because William seemed very defiant of his friend though considerate at the same time. He reminded Ryan of a mixture of Spencer and Jon; Spencer being defiant and Jon being considerate. Bill was also a little bit of crazy.
He pulled Ryan through the remainder of the living room space and around the corner to a large open kitchen just as amazing. The counters were marble, an island in the middle, and an oven standing-height so you don't have to bend over. It really was a model home. They continued down the hall, Ryan trying but failing to get his hand from William just because he was invading his space, passing doors that Ryan couldn't help but be curious as to what they held. Like most all people, Ryan too had a sense of curiosity that tended to come out from time to time. "Hold on;" Will suddenly stopped in front of a door with a little pad of numbers next to it. "I have to remember the pass code."
"He locks it?" Ryan asked, a little more in love, because he would do the same thing. Brendon might be a music god in Ryan's eyes. He wasn't that bad looking from what Ryan saw on the beach earlier either.
"Yeah," Will said, biting his lip in concentration. "It's a really special room and Brendon doesn't want just anyone to end up in there and like destroy anything." he instantly beamed and pressed the buttons, the little red light turning off as a green one turned on, the door unlocking. "If you ask me, installing this was a bit extreme," he pointed to the pad as the door clicked unlocked, "But there's also a lot of money in here so I guess it's worth it; not that anyone around here steals."
William pulled back the door, holding it open with his foot as he reached around for the light, allowing Ryan inside once it was illuminated. Ryan walked inside and nearly cried because seriously, it was kind of orgasmic. There were a variety of guitars hanging carefully on the wall, a few bearing scribbled signatures that Ryan couldn't quite make out, each in practical perfect condition. There was a baby grand piano, a couple of basses on the wall opposite the guitar, an accordion, a keyboard, a special computer made for music, a microphone, and even a drum set. "Brendon can't play the drums. I have no idea why they're here." Will smiled, leaning against the wall as Ryan acted much like a kid in a store filled with sugary goodness. It was honestly the best thing Ryan had ever seen in his life. "It's like his own mini studio." Ryan was hesitant to walk any further. "He plays around with stuff all the time."
"It's beautiful..." Ryan barely spoke, hands tugging lightly at the ends of the scarf wrapped around his neck to keep himself from reaching out to touch. That's disrespectful.
"Thanks." Ryan jumped as a voice that wasn't William suddenly filled the little room, turning around quickly as his heart raced to see a man standing in the doorway with a smile. It was the surfer; Brendon. The music-god of the house. He had medium brown hair, large brown eyes, a distinct jaw line, soft looking pink lips that-no, Ryan wasn't going to think about that. "You must be one of the new friends William was telling me about." Ryan nodded, not even realizing it. He was a little lost, staring at Brendon, thinking a variety of things. Definitely nothing perverted. "I'm Brendon." A hand was extended to Ryan for the most common greeting known to man beside 'hello'.
"R-Ryan." he stuttered, prying a hand from his thin scarf to shake Brendon's hand. As Ryan's new music-god/idol, it was like he was meeting a rock star and was doing his best not to freak out. Ryan had no idea why he felt that way; probably because of Brendon's seemingly vast love of music.
"Aren't there two more, Bilvy?" Brendon shook Ryan's hand, smiling still, before looking to Will who had obtained that plotting look in his eyes again.
"Backyard." William replied, titling his head a bit. Brendon nodded then turned back to Ryan.
"I'm sorry if I...Will just told me about this room and...I love music and saw your CDs..." Ryan couldn't manage to get a complete sentence out for the life of him. He really just wanted to take one of the guitars from the wall and let his fingers curve around the neck, slide along the strings, gently strum a sweet melody...
"Nah, its fine." Brendon smiled, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, leaning a shoulder against the wall. "Anyone who has a passion for music is more than welcome in here." Ryan nodded, for what reason he wasn't sure of. He was kind of really infatuated with Brendon; mostly for his music collection. But his body wasn't all that bad. Though Ryan pretty much analyzed that earlier on the beach. He just had a better look now. A more detailed look.
Brendon, like Ryan, and even William, was rather over thin. He wore a plain white tank top (that Ryan definitely didn't want to pull up and see if Brendon had the six-pack he was trying not to imagine) and jeans that cut off just past Brendon's knees. There was a tattoo of piano keys stretching up Brendon's forearm, his feet bare, he was inside after all, and a macramé necklace around his neck with a little seashell in the middle. "So, Ryan, you play anything?" Brendon spoke so casually, like he and Ryan had known each other for years, that Ryan almost didn't know how to respond. William was the same way.
"Uh, yeah." Ryan nodded some more, his neck starting to hurt. "I play guitar a bit." Brendon nodded that time, smiling even more. "You play all of these?" he asked, looking around again just to engrave the glorious site into his mind.
"Not so much the drums, but yeah." Brendon walked farther inside, heading towards the piano off to the side and lifting the protective wooden cover up to reveal the shiny white and black keys. "Some more than others. My favorites are guitar and piano." Brendon's fingers suddenly started dancing across the keys, quick but smooth and flawless, a sweet tune flowing out.
"Show off." William teased, rolling his eyes at Brendon's playing. Ryan hadn't heard anyone play that good since high school; and that had been his professional music teacher who was wasting her life teaching instead of making money performing. "How about you go greet our other guests?" he suggested as Brendon started to get wrapped up in what he was doing. There was no way he was trying to impress Ryan because damn, the mainlander was kinda really hot.
"Hmmm?" Brendon stopped and turned towards William who gave him a serious look, thumb bent towards the door. "Oh, right, your friends." he turned back towards Ryan and smiled. "Shall we?" Brendon smiled and waited for Ryan to respond. Ryan stared for a moment, lost in his own world, before snapping back and noticing Brendon staring at him with a bit of a detailed look. He blushed and nodded, throat refusing to work, Brendon saying, "Awesome." Brendon pulled the protective wood over the keys again then went to the door, stepping back into the hall with Ryan following, sad to leave his new favorite place in the world, William following them out and shutting the door. "So, you're here for two weeks or something I think Bill said?" Brendon asked as he led the way back towards Jon and Spencer.
"Yeah. Two weeks." Ryan kept his responses short until his mind got over the fact that Brendon loved music and music is like Ryan's blood so that he could actually hold conversation. Proper conversation.
"Well if you ever want to jam, just come on over." Brendon gave Ryan a bit of a suggestive look, walking backwards through his home, jerking his head so his long bangs flew out of his face to really show his sparkling brown eyes and somewhat goofy grin. "I'd love to hear you play sometime, if you don't mind."
"I uh...we're...maybe." Ryan decided, once again holding onto the ends of his scarf, following Brendon; glancing over the other mans shoulder occasionally to make sure he wasn't about to walk into anything.
"When's everyone else supposed to get here?" Bill asked, glancing at the clock in the kitchen as they passed. "It's almost eight and it's starting to get dark."
"Anytime, really." Brendon answered, eyes lingering on Ryan a moment later before turning around to stroll through the house. On the way back was when Ryan noticed the stairs; the wooden steps turning at a ninety degree angle to the second floor that wasn't visible to him. Brendon headed for the glass doors where Ryan could see his friends wandering through the back, Jon practically dragging Spencer, opening it up. "After you," he said with a smile, ushering Ryan through.
There was no doubt that it would be a very long night.
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Ryan sat awkwardly on a chair in the backyard, watching everyone laugh and talk to each other about things he was clueless on. They all knew each other; though that didn't stop Jon and especially Spencer, from inserting themselves into conversations with all of Brendon's friends. There was, if Ryan remembered right, Alex, Nate, Travis, Andy, Ryland, someone named 'The Butcher' (that kind of scared Ryan), Suarez (who was also really named Alex), and Sisky. Brendon greeted them all with hugs, offering them all beers, and chatting a bit before wandering off. Ryan's mind was back in the music room.
"Hey Ryro!" Spencer, who Ryan could tell was partially drunk, came over and flopped down in his lap. Ryan winced, not because Spencer is incredibly heavy or anything, but because there was force behind the action and Ryan's practically just bones in a casing of pale skin. "Brendon totally agreed to show us around and everything while we're here! Isn't that awesome?!"
"Amazing, Spin," Ryan said a little emotionlessly, gently pushing Spencer away because he didn't want to smell the alcohol on his friend's breath. It's not that Ryan doesn't drink; he's just afraid he'll drink too much to get himself really pissed and do something he'll regret in the morning. Spencer hummed then dropped his head on Ryan's shoulder, still clutching the green glass bottle half full in his hand.
"So, what do you think of Brendon, Ryan Ross?" Spencer asked, using Ryan's almost-full name for whatever reason. But Ryan hates his first name so yeah, it was his full in his opinion.
"He's nice and has amazing taste and talent in music." Ryan answered, trying to keep that dreamy look away from his face. Not so much over Brendon himself, though he was a factor, but overall the guitars that Ryan wanted to try out so desperately.
"That all?" Spencer lifted his head from Ryan's shoulder to look at his older friend again, a somewhat disappointed look on his face. "You don't think he's ridiculously adorable or stunningly hot?"
"Do you?" Ryan asked, his tone a little playful and eyebrows raised slightly, used to Spencer being on him now that his legs were rather numb and feeling less.
"Well yeah." he confessed, drinking a bit more of his alcoholic beverage. "Not like Jon hot or anything but definitely a nice body and everything." Ryan smiled at his friends words because in the end, Spencer could most always get Ryan to smile, years of practice behind them. Jon wandered over and gave Ryan his infamous 'oh really?' look which consisted of a smirk and a raised eyebrow, one hand in his pants and the other holding his drink. "Ryro doesn't like Brendon, Jwalk." Spencer decided to hack their names.
"I never said that." Ryan frowned, looking up at Jon with that 'help?' kind of look. Jon nodded and removed the hand from his pants, bending a bit to take Spencer's hand.
"Leave Ryan alone, Spence," Jon said, pulling Spencer back up.
"But he's supposed to think Brendon's super hot and go fuck him and forget about Pete and be all happy again!" Spencer whined, falling against Jon while Ryan choked a little. That was quite a scenario Spencer had developed. Jon looked to Ryan with that 'I'm sorry' kind of look he had mastered long ago when he first started dating Spencer and realized that the younger man sometimes spoke too quickly.
"I hope no one scared you away." Brendon suddenly showed up, holding two unopened beers. "I told them all to be social with you guys but some things are easier said than done." he laughed lightly, offering one of the drinks in his hand to Ryan.
"No thanks." Ryan declined, feeling a little nauseous about being around Brendon now because of what Spencer had said; even if it was his own little fantasy or whatever. Sure, a thought or two along those lines had come to Ryan's mind, but he didn't even really know Brendon other than the fact he was hot and had the same love and taste in music. And that he loved the water. Ryan didn't know Brendon's last name or age or birthday or anything. If it was just a one-night-I'll-never-see-you-again kind of thing than yeah, that'd be just fine. But Spencer had decided they were going to spend the next two weeks with the extravagant Hawaiian not to mention William knew where they lived and everything. Plus, Ryan was still getting over Pete. He was wearing the damn ring, after all.
"Well there's water or soda or something if you don't drink." Brendon tried, wanting to get to know Ryan more, learning that the man wasn't as open as his two friends were. Will didn't mention that.
"He's just being a prick." Spencer frowned, leaning against Jon. "You know, we do have that bet, Ryan."
"Denying a drink doesn't mean I'm not having a good time," Ryan said, looking back to Spencer.
"Are you?" Brendon asked, hopeful that he wasn't a complete bore or anything. Ryan bit his lip, not wanting to offend Brendon, but not really wanting to lie either. No, he wasn't having all that great of a time; but then again, he wasn't really trying either. He had planted himself on the chair early in the evening and just hasn't really left it. Jon wrapped an arm around Spencer to hold him up because maybe Spencer had more to drink than Ryan expected.
"I think it's time we leave," he said, looking back towards Spencer to avoid whatever emotion overcame Brendon's eyes. "Spence has had enough to drink and I don't want him to throw up anywhere or anything."
"Nothing I haven't dealt with before." Brendon lightly joked, laughing lightly. Ryan's face just remained blank, silently asking Jon to back him up.
"I can take Spence home, you know, so you don't have to leave." Jon suggested, apparently having been in on Spencer's whole plan to get Ryan with Brendon. Ok, maybe Jon just wanted Ryan to have a good time for at least one night, but no one needed to know that small detail.
"Yeah but-"
"Really, Ryan." Jon cut him off, giving him a bit of a stern look. "You can stay. I can figure out a way to get Spencer back to the hotel because yes, he has had enough to drink."
"But I'm still thirsty," Spencer said, emptying the glass in his hand.
"Then you can have water." Jon answered him. "Do you think someone can give us a ride back to the hotel?" he asked Brendon, stretching his fingers to take the bottle from Spencer by the neck.
"Of course," Brendon said with a smile and a little nod. "I'm sure Bilvy wouldn't mind."
"Everyone's been drinking." Ryan interjected because there's no way he's letting his friends get killed in a stupid drunk driving accident. "I think a cab or something would be best."
"Bilvy really doesn't drink." Brendon looked back down to the man on the chair. "Gabe, his boyfriend, kinda, usually gets totally wasted in bars and stuff so Bill's used to having to bring him back home and just kind of adopted the job of designated driver. He's always running people home."
"That'd be great," Jon said, Spencer pulling away from Jon to sit back down on Ryan's lap. Ryan sighed in defeat and leaned back, hand pressed against Spencer's shoulder to keep him away from him some, biting the inside of his lip.
"I'll go find him." Brendon turned and headed back towards the crowd of people, leaving the three tourists alone to the side once more.
"You can try," Jon said, looking down at Ryan with a frown. "Ignore Spencer. He's an idiot."
"Hey!" Spencer frowned at Jon, pouting. "You were totally thinking it too Jonathan Walker."
"Yeah but I didn't specify a person." Jon answered, finishing the last of his beer before Brendon returned. "We want you to have a good time, Ryan. And before you start arguing, you have to actually try instead of secluding yourself like you did back home. No one knows you here; you can be whoever you want and start all over again. At least for two weeks."
"I'm not going to lie to someone to get them into bed." Ryan defensively snapped. "I didn't want to come here but you two basically dragged me so I'm going to be as miserable as I damn well please. You both need to just leave me alone and worry about yourselves." he shoved Spencer from his lap to the ground. Jon scowled at Ryan then helped his boyfriend up. "Brendon's really nice and yeah, I love his music assortment, his instruments are gorgeous, but he's a complete stranger who I just met so excuse me for being apprehensive of him or something. I mean, he can be a mass murderer or something! All his friend seem to do is drink and why the fuck does he have this huge ass house if he doesn't ever stay here?! Stop trying to get us in bed or whatever you're trying because it won't ever happen! Sure, he's nice and cute, but he tries way too hard and makes him seem desperate. I see the way he looks at me, ok?! I see your looks and Will's looks and I just want you all to stop!"
"The house was left to me." A quiet, almost sad, voice drifted to Ryan when he finished practically yelling at his friends. He looked away from the pair to see Brendon standing there, eyes hurt, with William standing silently beside him. "It was my grandmas, built by my grandpa, and they left it to me when they died. I just never had the heart to sell it." He avoided looking Ryan in the eyes, making Ryan feel really bad about what he said.
"Ryan didn't-"
"No, it's ok. He didn't know." Brendon feigned a smile as he looked to Jon and Spencer. "Bilvy said he'll take you guys back and I'll see you tomorrow at say, ten?"
"Yeah," Spencer said, drunk but mad at Ryan for what he loudly verbalized, especially with Brendon right there. It didn't take long for their host to find William but no one could get a word in if they tried.
"Cool. Thanks for coming and have a good night." Brendon beamed a little more, seemingly forgetting the little explosion from Ryan. "I hope you don't get sick or anything, Spencer."
"He'll be fine." Jon smiled, patting Spencer's back.
"Shall we?" William quietly spoke, turning towards the door.
"Are you staying, Ryan?" Brendon asked, still avoiding direct eye contact. Ryan knows he hurt Brendon but really doesn't know what to say to make him feel better. Nothing's really worked right for awhile now.
"I...I think I should probably...go..." Ryan said, pushing himself from the chair and adjusting his scarf which really didn't need to be touched at all. It was more of a nervous habit thing. "Thanks...for inviting us..." Brendon nodded, hands shoved in his pockets again, still smiling. No one but William knew how fake it was.
"It was my pleasure," Brendon said lightly. Ryan couldn't move for a moment, but eventually was able to get his legs to work. His body was against him; it wanted to stay. But he wanted to leave. "You're welcome here any time." Brendon called after Ryan as he followed the other three inside. Ryan looked back to Brendon and just briefly nodded, keeping his head down as he walked through the large house towards the front where the others disappeared too.
The ride back was dark and silent except for Spencer's occasional mumble about one thing or another, the air really cold against Ryan's body but he ignored it; welcomed the numbing feeling it brought. Will didn't take his eyes from the road the entire time, stopping in front of the doors to the hotel they were staying at. Ryan undid his seatbelt as did Jon and Spencer, going to climb out when William put his hand on Ryan's to stop him. "Brendon's life may look easy, but it's not all it's cracked up to be."
"I didn't say-"
"I don't know if you meant what you said or not, but just so you know, if you ever say anything like that around him or me or any of our friends, you'll be sorry." Will warned Ryan, Spencer stumbling as Jon helped him towards the door. Ryan didn't like being threatened, but liked that William was standing up for his friend. "Brendon secludes himself by constantly doing something so he doesn't have to think about his life. It's not that different from what you do; his time is just more productive. He doesn't usually let anyone into that music room but me because it's practically his life."
"You let me in, not him." Ryan pointed out a little angrily, wanting to go to sleep and forget the day.
"But he didn't kick you out," William said quietly. "I know I don't really know you or anything, but if you're set on nothing happening, not that it should, make sure you both know that so neither of you gets hurt. It's been awhile since Brendon's shown interest in anyone so he just needs to be reminded sometimes that just because he likes you doesn't mean you like him like that back."
"How do you know he likes me?" Ryan asked, standing on the ground now. Will smiled and shifted the car back into drive, shifting his long legs a little.
"Brendon's my best friend; he can be quiet with his eyes shut and I'll know exactly what he's thinking." Ryan frowned but knew what Bill meant because Spencer, maybe even Jon now, seem to do the same exact things with him. Ryan's never really been much of a people person so it takes him a bit. "Have a good night, Ryan." Will smiled before driving off, leaving Ryan all alone.
Ryan watched him disappear before turning to go inside, sighing and keeping his head low. He really didn't mean to upset Brendon, it's just tough for him to open up to anyone new when everything still hurts inside from Pete. He thumbed the ring around his finger as he walked to his room, praying that dreamless sleep would come to him quickly.
Day Three
A/N--- oops; this totally ended up being like over 8,5oo words. Sorry! DEFINITELY didn't mean to make it that long. I was like the energizer bunny though and just kept going and going and going and...well, you get it.
For those of you who read my other stories, I suggest you click 'a/n' on the tags list because there's some important information you need to know.
Day three when I get around to writing it. If you like them long, let me know. If you don't, let me know. Comments are as addicting as Cobracam <33
xoxo Tabi
Also, I had an amazing time at the Panic/FOB/Blink concert. Lol'd hard when Brendon introduced 'Lying...' with "WHO LIKES TO FUCK AND DO DIRTY THINGS WHEN THEY'RE NAKED?!' For my pretty full review just go to my journal <3
A/N2-- I've edited this like 3 times. If slashatthedisco still rejects it, then fuck writing since my beta isn't really helping >l
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will (mention)
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title comes from "Two Weeks In Hawaii" by Hellogoodbye.
Summary: When a larger wave came and the man pulled himself to his knees while watching it draw closer, Ryan moved his sunglasses down a bit, peering over the top to get a clearer view. The man stood up, shifting his legs along the long board beneath his feet, balancing himself, ready to embrace the wave. Ryan didn't realize his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the man surf, the stranger's slim body moving perfectly as he guided the board along the water, letting the ocean move him. Surfing had always been just another sport to Ryan, but watching this man surf in the distance, Ryan found himself thinking of it as a dance or perhaps a way of life; the man's body working with the water.
Warning: Sex, Language, Homosexuality, angst, etc.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: So this was written for lilrainforest
Love you babe <3 NO. I'm mad at you right now >l
And yayyy. Brendon has made it into the story =D
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One
Day Two
Spencer decided that for their first full day on the island, they would start simple and go hang out down by the water for the day. Ryan had no interest in going down by the ocean but Spencer once again pretty much dragged him along thus Ryan sat in the sand, watching Spencer and Jon attempt to throw a frisbee back and forth. His sunglasses were hiding his hurt-filled eyes, his knees pulled up towards his chest with a light breeze brushing through Ryan's hair. There weren't many people out yet considering it was roughly noon, but there were still more than Ryan preferred. Still, he knew that he couldn't have the entire island to himself. It was safe to bet though he wouldn't be running into Pete; he left that nightmare back in Vegas.
"Sure you don't want to play?" Jon asked, walking over to Ryan with the plastic disc clasped in his hand.
"I'm sure." Ryan answered, pushing his feet a little further into the warm grains of sand all around him.
"The water's pretty warm." Jon suggested, trying to get Ryan to open up a little more. "I'm debating pushing Spencer's ass in when he least expects it." A very small smile played at Ryan's lips because the thought of Spencer being shoved into the water was quite amusing. Especially since Spencer wouldn't be too happy about that and watching him chase Jon around might brighten his mood a bit.
"I'm fine sitting here." Ryan lifted his head up towards Jon whose body was outlined by the sun, making him look like a black figure regardless of Ryan's designer sunglasses. "Go have fun with Spence." He gave Jon a small smile, wanting his friends to just leave him alone for a little while. Ryan liked sitting beneath the umbrella, feeling the gentle breeze against his skin and listening to the ocean's waves crash against the shore. It was soothing.
"Alright..." Jon frowned, not fully convinced but knowing better than to push Ryan because he wasn't Spencer and wouldn't be able to get away with such an action as lightly. "Come join us whenever." Ryan nodded, lowering his head back to his knees as Jon knocked his fist against the frisbee before turning and jogging back out towards Spencer who had been drawing things in the sand with a stick.
Alone again, Ryan turned his head so his chin rested on his knees rather than his cheek, his eyes directed straight ahead. In the distance, a man on a surfboard caught Ryan's attention and he squinted his eyes a bit to narrow his field of vision, curiously watching the man sit on the board while small waves rocked him gently. From what Ryan could see, he wore a skin-tight blue water suit, his dark hair sticking to his head as though he had been beneath the surface a few times already. It's not like Ryan hadn't seen people surfing out here already; but something about this man just kept Ryan's attention.
When a larger wave came and the man pulled himself to his knees while watching it draw closer, Ryan moved his sunglasses down a bit, peering over the top to get a clearer view. The man stood up, shifting his legs along the long board beneath his feet, balancing himself, ready to embrace the wave. Ryan didn't realize his jaw dropped slightly as he watched the man surf, the stranger's slim body moving perfectly as he guided the board along the water, letting the ocean move him. Surfing had always been just another sport to Ryan, but watching this man surf in the distance, Ryan found himself thinking of it as a dance or perhaps a way of life; the man's body working with the water.
It didn't last long, Ryan just imagining the act in slow motion, and the man became too far away for Ryan to really have a good view at. Frowning, Ryan slid his glasses back up all the way, turning his head again to find Jon and Spencer coming back towards him; William following them. "Ryan!" Will beamed, running past the other two to where he sat on the ground. "How awesome is that we are together again?"
"It's a miracle." Ryan sarcastically answered though Will wasn't paying much attention.
"You two know each other?" Spencer asked, head tilted to the side as he approached.
"Ryan and I sat beside each other on the plane." Will answered, falling down to the sand beside Ryan. "Why are you just sitting here all alone?"
"I like being alone," Ryan said, trying to hint to Will to go away. Sadly, it didn't work.
"Will was playing frisbee with us then invited us to a cook out or something that his friend's having tonight," Jon said, sitting down in front of Ryan and somewhat mirroring his position. Ryan wished the surfer wasn't gone because he was a good distraction for him and a far better sight than Jon's beaming face.
"Will said his friend lives here and would probably show us all the cool spots!" Spencer chimed as he dropped down to the sand as well, laying his head on Jon's shoulder. "Isn't that awesome Ryan?!"
"I think I'll pass," he said, avoiding any direct contact with anyone.
"You're not getting out of this, Ross," Spencer said. "We've gone over the whole secluding yourself like a vampire thing. You're coming with us tonight; even if I have to drag you there forcibly."
"Brendon, that's my friend, is really fun. I think you'll like him." William told Ryan with a smile. "He knows all the best places to go here and the most fun things to do. He's a tour guide during the day which is probably why and-" he stopped himself as he looked off in the distance, smiling widely. "There! That's him!" Will's arm shot out, almost smacking Ryan right in the face, a long finger stretched out to point. Everyone's eyes followed the path Will created and Ryan almost let his jaw fall down again. "The one surfing. That's Brendon. He does that a lot and he's really good at it." No, the person Ryan was somewhat ogling earlier could not be who William was talking about. That's just too...no.
"He's cute..." Spencer smiled, looking back to Ryan with that gleam in his eye. Jon had a bit of an annoyed huff to the comment but he didn't say anything, looking back towards his friend as well with a hinting smile. Ryan rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses, leaning forward onto his legs more so the tips of his fingers touched the sand, flicking the little grains absently. "See Ryan? It's definitely worth going. This is exactly what you need to get your mind off that fucktard in Vegas."
"I wasn't thinking about Pete..." Ryan mumbled with a small sigh. "But thanks to you, now I am."
"Who's Pete?" Will inquired, already having decided his new friends were his best friends.
"Ryan's ex-fiancé and the world's biggest asshole," Spencer said with anger. Ryan bit his lip and shut his eyes, feeling the scratchy sand against the once sensitive tips of his fingers. His guitar had taken away the majority of feeling they once held. But the scratchy sand; that's still there.
"I thought you were married..." Bilvy cocked his head and looked at Ryan, frowning slightly.
"Not exactly..." Ryan answered into his legs.
"Point is," Jon saw his friend breaking down again, "Ryan's here to have a good time and forget about that jerk because he's so much better than Pete in every way." Ryan hated Jon at first because Spencer used to hang out with Ryan a lot more before Jon came around, but he loves Jon because the man is very sensitive to how others are feeling and tends to be the one to help. Like now.
"I'll make a deal with you," Spencer said, moving himself to his knees and crawling in the sand towards Ryan, lifting his face up. "Go tonight to this cookout thing. If you have a bad time, I won't make you do a single thing for the next two weeks. You have a good time, well that's pretty self explanatory." Spencer's eyes sparkled a little, almost as though he was saying I dare you, and Ryan can't decline a dare.
"Fine." he huffed, releasing his knees. "We have witnesses too, Spin." Spencer smiled and sat back, sticking his hand out. Ryan lazily gave Spencer his hand and they shook on the 'bet', Ryan frowning at the way Spencer looked at him. It was a look of I know I'm going to win, since he does that a lot to Ryan. But Ryan is miserable as hell and there really isn't anything that can change that.
"Yay!" Will beamed, throwing his long, bony arms around Ryan's body and squeezing him a little too tightly. Ryan frowned, Bill far to close and comfortable for his liking, but bit on the inside of his lip until he was released. "I'll come pick you guys up at around seven, ok?" He let go of Ryan and stood up, waving as he jogged through the sand towards his friend in the distance. Ryan continued to pout as he watched the lengthy man grow smaller, reaching the wet-suit-wearing-semi-hot (ok maybe more than semi, but Ryan wasn't going to let that slip) man as he carried the surfboard from the water.
"That leaves you," Spencer looked down at the little watch hanging loosely around his wrist, "Five and a half hours to get ready, your majesty." he teased Ryan, earning a light smack on the arm from Jon.
"Fuck off Spin," Ryan mumbled, trying not to let his eyes glance off in the direction Will had gone to; failing in the end. He looked and saw them talking, Will gesturing back and the surfer, Brendon?, looking out as well, giving a casual wave of his hand as though he knew Ryan was looking. As the blush quickly flooded to Ryan's cheeks, he turned his head in the opposite direction and cast his eyes to the sand, not that anyone could see them from behind the glasses. He most definitely wasn't trying to check Brendon out from far away because one, that's creepy, two, Ryan's not like that, and three, he's just getting over a very painful and failed attempt at a relationship; a marriage. It's far too soon to be checking hot Hawaiian natives out. Even ones wearing skin tight body suits and having bodies that glide along the water so effortlessly with-no. Just, no.
"How about a little more frisbee?" Jon suggested, changing the topic and saving Ryan once again.
"No thanks." Ryan sighed to himself and looked back to their hotel. "I'm kinda hot. I think I'm going to head back."
"Don't forget your make up." Spencer smiled, Jon tugging him from the sand. Ryan just glared at his friend, watching them head off towards the vacant part of the beach again before glancing back to where William and the surfer had been. They were gone now, Ryan's face dropping a little more, so he pushed himself from the warm of the sand, brushing the grains off, and started back towards the building where his clothes were. He could hear Spencer and Jon faintly laughing from the beach, the hotel wasn't far from the water after all, and sighed heavily as his feet sunk into the earth.
It was going to be a very long night.
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It wasn't until about a quarter after seven that William arrived in a silver jeep decorated in hand-painted flowers of pale colors. Ryan stood by the drive to the hotel with Spencer and Jon, arms crossed over his chest and a bitter frown on his face. He wasn't late; even after spending a long time going through all of his clothes which were now thrown all over the hotel room. He had been at the door at seven, six fifty-nine even, like he had been told. Will was late and that annoyed Ryan. "I'm not getting in that." Ryan stated firmly, raising a weary eyebrow while glancing over the vehicle, if you can call it that, Will drove.
"It's really safe," Will said, frowning some himself. "I'm a good driver too; I swear."
"There aren't any doors." Ryan pointed out, not budging from his stationary spot on the edge of the road. "Therefore that can't possibly be safe."
"There's seatbelts, you idiot," Spencer said, already pulling himself into the back. There wasn't even a roof to the jeep-thing. Just a metal frame where a roof should be; lights on top for when it's dark. There wasn't a trunk either; just a line of padded cushion where it belonged, serving as back seats.
"Trust me Ryan; Brendon's done some crazy shit with this, stuff I would never attempt, and is perfectly fine." Bill tried to coax Ryan out of his paranoia over the vehicle. Ryan scoffed, already thinking down on this Brendon person, cute or not, because it's just plain idiotic to do stupid things with a vehicle; especially one lacking doors and a roof. "B really wants to meet you so can we please go?"
"Get your ass in Ross or you forfeit the bet." Spencer called while pulling the safety belt over his body and snapping the little metal clasp in its holder; Jon climbing into the back as well.
"I think losing a bet is minor compared to losing my life," Ryan said, Spencer rolling his eyes.
"Just get in, Ryan," he said with annoyance, giving Ryan a warning look. And best friend or not, Spencer can be very scary at the best of times, Ryan not wanting to make Spencer blow. He saw Spencer get really mad once and Ryan swore that he would never let that happen again.
"You're not allowed at my funeral." he mumbled, uncrossing his arms and forcing his legs forward.
"That's ok," Spencer said as Ryan climbed into the cushioned seat beside Will, moving away from the edge but being careful of how close he got to the driver as well. Being a very thin person has its advantages at times. "I didn't plan on having one for you anyway." he teased.
"Spin;" Jon's tone was low and warning as he gave Spencer a 'back off' kind of look while Ryan pulled the seatbelt over his own body, wishing there was another one. Spencer slumped down a bit but kept his mouth shut because an angry Jon didn't bode well for anyone either.
"Alright, so, um, just hold onto the frame or something if you get too scared," Will said with a smile, waiting for Ryan to buckle up and settle before shifting the car into drive. "Everyone all set?"
"Yep," Spencer said, nodding, eager to meet the infamous Brendon and get him to give them a tour.
"No." Ryan mumbled at the same time as Ryan spoke, too quiet for anyone to hear. He crossed his arms over his body again, wrapping his hands around his sides, and pulling his legs up against the seat while slouching down. He didn't like the fact that there were no doors because his body moved on the seat some and the idea of sliding from the seatbelt to the ground, even if Will wasn't driving all that fast, just wasn't too appealing.
A disadvantage to being so small.
The scenery was nice, passing by in a blur of colors since Ryan wasn't focusing on anything specific other than survival, as Bill drove down the vacant road. It was like the country, but prettier and cow-less. Will's long legs were bent pretty hard because he had to leave room for Spencer to sit behind him and he glanced occasionally at Ryan to make sure the other man was ok. He didn't view the jeep as dangerous but enjoyable because the lack of metal allowed the wind to flow freely around and keep the body cool. "So," Will tried to break the silence, "Do any of you do any sports?"
"Not really," Spencer said from behind.
"Nothing outside of a gym." Jon replied, intrigued by the beautiful scenery. He definitely had to get his camera out and around the island at some point. It was too amazing to pass up.
"Can't be bothered," Ryan said, staring at his feet now. The wind was really blowing against him, making him cold, so he curled up a bit more on the seat.
"The most I do is the stuff out on the ocean that Brendon always drags me into." William smiled, turning the wheel a bit. "He likes to surf mainly, but also likes scuba diving, jet skiing, and sometimes manages to get his boat out. Oh, and Brendon plays a mean game of beach volleyball." he said happily.
"Ryan's really good at beach volleyball too!" Spencer suddenly chimed; anything to try and get Ryan to be a little more social, even if he knows his friend prefers to be on his own for the most part. "He was the winner of the tournament at summer camp in eleventh game."
"Shut up, Spin." Ryan half-hissed because the last thing he wants is for William to be encouraged.
"You should totally play with Bdon then!" Too late. "He's always looking for people but since no one can beat him, those who haven't played don't even bother. I'd love to see his ass handed to him." Will laughed, turning onto a dirt road engulfed by trees and going uphill.
"If no one else can beat him then I'm sure I can't," Ryan said, really not liking the fact that the road wasn't much of a road at all because the dirt and rocks made the jeep rock back and forth. It made him move a little closer towards Will, just so he wouldn't fall out the side, not to mention the trees attacking them as well. At least William wasn't driving quite as fast, not that he was speeding before, driving farther and farther into the wooded area. It kind of made Ryan think that he was going to be murdered and left there, forever lost among the trees, but William is too nice for that which means Brendon probably wasn't going to kill him either. Hopefully. Ryan may be depressed, but he likes being alive.
At the end of the winding dirt road was a large clearing that nearly floored the three visitors within seconds. Brendon's house was more like the white house of Hawaii. Well, ok, it wasn't really. It was just really big, a log cabin like house, with a large porch and a balcony above extending out from the second floor. Will directed the jeep off to the side on a path of murdered grass where there were a few other vehicles, an actual car and even a motorcycle of some sort, parked in waiting. "Holy shit..." Spencer was the first to actually find his voice, eyes glued on the home of the stranger he more or less was already in love with. Not the kind of love he has for Jon, of course, but love nonetheless.
"Welcome to the trashiest house you'll ever see." Will smiled, turning the car off and removing the keys; undoing his seatbelt and sliding out.
"How on earth can this place be trashy?" Spencer asked because Jon was busy contemplating how many different angles of the house he could take pictures of for a new portfolio all about Hawaii and Ryan most definitely wasn't staring with his jaw hanging pretty far down.
"Brendon doesn't spend much time in his house so he like, never cleans," Bill said as he shook out his soft hair which had been blown about by the wind. "So excuse the mess if you would, please. I tried to convince him to clean but getting him away from the water is near impossible." Ryan definitely wasn't wishing that he lived somewhere like that, just to shove it in Pete's face. Not at all. "This way," William said as he started walking towards the large house.
It took a moment, but all three instantly threw their seatbelts out and left the jeep, quickly falling into step behind Will, eager to see the inside; in Ryan's case, a little eagerness to see exactly who lived owned such a nice home but hardly spent any time there. Who wouldn't want to spend all their time in such a nice, big house, where there's just endless halls of solitude? It was beyond him. There were four long steps, easily able to fit four people shoulder to shoulder across them, leading to the porch which stretched almost all across the front. The railing was cleanly cut and finished, keeping anyone from accidentally straying off the nicely kept wooden flooring. A few lawn chairs sat on the porch, a small two-person swing, and a glass coffee table with coasters. Ryan definitely wasn't jealous.
Will pulled back the screen door for them, the wooden door already pushed open, ushering them inside before following. Ryan's jaw was almost at the point of breaking, his eyebrows pretty much in his hair, eyes wide because damn, this guy had money. The floor was wooden like the porch, only shinier with a finer finish. There really weren't walls separating the rooms, just a vast open space. The wall of what Ryan assumed was the living was practically all window, looking out over a good portion of the island they stayed on, the ocean very visible. There were a couple of couches facing each other with a coffee table in the middle, a fireplace, a computer on a desk by the wall, a large plasma television sitting on the ground, and the largest collection of CDs Ryan has ever seen. It was so beautiful; the CDs, at least. Not that the rest of the living room wasn't either. But music is Ryan's one true love that he knows will always be there for him and will never leave him. He had never seen so many square plastic cases in one place before; stores don't count.
"Brendon!" William suddenly yelled, his voice echoing throughout the large home. The ceiling was really tall; it could fit about seven or so Ryan's on top of each other. "Get your ass out here! We have visitors!" he nearly squealed, dropping the keys into a glass dish on a table near the door.
"I'll be down in a few minutes; show them around!" A voice called back, coming from the second floor, making Ryan's head fall back so his eyes would wander up. He couldn't see stairs, but he could see a railing to the second floor that stuck out about half way over the living room; bearing more furniture in a living-room like set up. Only, that seemed to be some bright neon color, maybe pink, instead of the cool, relaxing colors the main living room was dressed in.
"Hurry up!" Will called up to the voice before rolling his eyes and looking back at the other three. "He's probably making a mess of his room trying to find something to wear. He gets all picky when he's meeting someone new and tends to act like a woman in a mall, having to try on absolutely everything." he smiled, brushing his hair from his face.
"You two have so much in common!" Spencer teased Ryan, lightly nudging him with his elbow. Ryan loosely backhanded Spencer then went back to being lost in the beauty of the music collection. Really, it was gorgeous. From what Ryan could read too, they were a lot of bands he liked. "Seriously, stop looking at the CDs like you want to sleep with them." Spencer waved his hand in front of Ryan's face.
"That's nothing." Will smiled, Spencer drawing his attention to Ryan's dreamy look. Jon laughed to himself, wandering over to the window to scope out the land for opportune photo areas. His camera was like Ryan's music; pure, blissful, love. "I'll show you Brendon's favorite room, which is probably the one place he actually spends hours in when he's stuck inside from heavy storms or something." That peeked Ryan's interest because, what can be more amazing than a wall of a hundred, no, definitely more, CDs of music he himself listens to?
"Music is Ryan's kryptonite." Spencer told William with a smile as he watched Jon take heavy interest in the scenery. He knew that one of Jon's bags was entirely stuff related to his camera, Spencer had to fit some of Jon's clothes in with his own, and he liked that his boyfriend had such interest in the subject. He knew Jon was trying to get his own studio going and Hawaii was really good for making a portfolio.
"Brendon's too," Bill said, giving Spencer that gaze Ryan had long ago learned was a plotting kind of look. He didn't want to know what they were deciding on, though he had a guess, and went back to trying to read each of the CDs; too afraid to approach them as though he wasn't 'worthy'. "Brendon's got this room in the back entirely dedicated to his music." That definitely pulled Ryan's attention back to the tall, thin man standing with them. "I can show you, if you want?"
"Yes, please." Ryan instantly spat out like he was a child near a toy. Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled because at least Ryan's mood was lightened by the fact that Brendon, their still-a-mystery-host, had a deep love for music like his older friend did.
"Awesome. Hey Jon; you know, you can go out back if you want and explore. B's backyard is ridiculously large with a bunch of native plants I can't pronounce for the life of me." Jon's eyes widened some with excitement as he nodded, coming back to the small group of people and grabbing Spencer's wrist, pulling him towards the sliding glass doors at the other side of the room that Will had pointed towards. Spencer opened his mouth to protest because he wanted to see more of the house, but wasn't really in the mood to sleep alone so he just shut it again and stumbled along. "Um, so, the music room is," Bill stopped to think for a moment, "in the back of the house which is around the corner and down the hall."
"You don't know where it is?" Ryan asked with a bit of a frown to Will's hesitation.
"I don't go there often because Brendon is always dragging me through the islands," he said, still smiling. It annoyed Ryan, really; the constant happy expression. Can't he be miserable like Ryan for a minute?
"Sure Brendon won't get upset about you showing me his music room?" Ryan asked, sure that Brendon was probably defensive of it if he had an entire room dedicated to the subject. He hadn't even met their host yet and already decided they would probably be good friends for the next two weeks; if for no other reason than the love of music.
"I don't much care if he is," Will said with a smirk. "B trusts me and I'm sure you wouldn't destroy anything anyway." Ryan's head whipped back and forth. To bring harm to anything related to the music industry, instrument, CD, player, or otherwise, was like murder to Ryan. Simply unacceptable. "Exactly." Bill reached out and grabbing Ryan's hand suddenly, their bony fingers brushing against each other momentarily as Will locked his around Ryan. "And what he doesn't know won't kill him." Ryan failed in hiding the tiny smile that came to his lips because William seemed very defiant of his friend though considerate at the same time. He reminded Ryan of a mixture of Spencer and Jon; Spencer being defiant and Jon being considerate. Bill was also a little bit of crazy.
He pulled Ryan through the remainder of the living room space and around the corner to a large open kitchen just as amazing. The counters were marble, an island in the middle, and an oven standing-height so you don't have to bend over. It really was a model home. They continued down the hall, Ryan trying but failing to get his hand from William just because he was invading his space, passing doors that Ryan couldn't help but be curious as to what they held. Like most all people, Ryan too had a sense of curiosity that tended to come out from time to time. "Hold on;" Will suddenly stopped in front of a door with a little pad of numbers next to it. "I have to remember the pass code."
"He locks it?" Ryan asked, a little more in love, because he would do the same thing. Brendon might be a music god in Ryan's eyes. He wasn't that bad looking from what Ryan saw on the beach earlier either.
"Yeah," Will said, biting his lip in concentration. "It's a really special room and Brendon doesn't want just anyone to end up in there and like destroy anything." he instantly beamed and pressed the buttons, the little red light turning off as a green one turned on, the door unlocking. "If you ask me, installing this was a bit extreme," he pointed to the pad as the door clicked unlocked, "But there's also a lot of money in here so I guess it's worth it; not that anyone around here steals."
William pulled back the door, holding it open with his foot as he reached around for the light, allowing Ryan inside once it was illuminated. Ryan walked inside and nearly cried because seriously, it was kind of orgasmic. There were a variety of guitars hanging carefully on the wall, a few bearing scribbled signatures that Ryan couldn't quite make out, each in practical perfect condition. There was a baby grand piano, a couple of basses on the wall opposite the guitar, an accordion, a keyboard, a special computer made for music, a microphone, and even a drum set. "Brendon can't play the drums. I have no idea why they're here." Will smiled, leaning against the wall as Ryan acted much like a kid in a store filled with sugary goodness. It was honestly the best thing Ryan had ever seen in his life. "It's like his own mini studio." Ryan was hesitant to walk any further. "He plays around with stuff all the time."
"It's beautiful..." Ryan barely spoke, hands tugging lightly at the ends of the scarf wrapped around his neck to keep himself from reaching out to touch. That's disrespectful.
"Thanks." Ryan jumped as a voice that wasn't William suddenly filled the little room, turning around quickly as his heart raced to see a man standing in the doorway with a smile. It was the surfer; Brendon. The music-god of the house. He had medium brown hair, large brown eyes, a distinct jaw line, soft looking pink lips that-no, Ryan wasn't going to think about that. "You must be one of the new friends William was telling me about." Ryan nodded, not even realizing it. He was a little lost, staring at Brendon, thinking a variety of things. Definitely nothing perverted. "I'm Brendon." A hand was extended to Ryan for the most common greeting known to man beside 'hello'.
"R-Ryan." he stuttered, prying a hand from his thin scarf to shake Brendon's hand. As Ryan's new music-god/idol, it was like he was meeting a rock star and was doing his best not to freak out. Ryan had no idea why he felt that way; probably because of Brendon's seemingly vast love of music.
"Aren't there two more, Bilvy?" Brendon shook Ryan's hand, smiling still, before looking to Will who had obtained that plotting look in his eyes again.
"Backyard." William replied, titling his head a bit. Brendon nodded then turned back to Ryan.
"I'm sorry if I...Will just told me about this room and...I love music and saw your CDs..." Ryan couldn't manage to get a complete sentence out for the life of him. He really just wanted to take one of the guitars from the wall and let his fingers curve around the neck, slide along the strings, gently strum a sweet melody...
"Nah, its fine." Brendon smiled, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, leaning a shoulder against the wall. "Anyone who has a passion for music is more than welcome in here." Ryan nodded, for what reason he wasn't sure of. He was kind of really infatuated with Brendon; mostly for his music collection. But his body wasn't all that bad. Though Ryan pretty much analyzed that earlier on the beach. He just had a better look now. A more detailed look.
Brendon, like Ryan, and even William, was rather over thin. He wore a plain white tank top (that Ryan definitely didn't want to pull up and see if Brendon had the six-pack he was trying not to imagine) and jeans that cut off just past Brendon's knees. There was a tattoo of piano keys stretching up Brendon's forearm, his feet bare, he was inside after all, and a macramé necklace around his neck with a little seashell in the middle. "So, Ryan, you play anything?" Brendon spoke so casually, like he and Ryan had known each other for years, that Ryan almost didn't know how to respond. William was the same way.
"Uh, yeah." Ryan nodded some more, his neck starting to hurt. "I play guitar a bit." Brendon nodded that time, smiling even more. "You play all of these?" he asked, looking around again just to engrave the glorious site into his mind.
"Not so much the drums, but yeah." Brendon walked farther inside, heading towards the piano off to the side and lifting the protective wooden cover up to reveal the shiny white and black keys. "Some more than others. My favorites are guitar and piano." Brendon's fingers suddenly started dancing across the keys, quick but smooth and flawless, a sweet tune flowing out.
"Show off." William teased, rolling his eyes at Brendon's playing. Ryan hadn't heard anyone play that good since high school; and that had been his professional music teacher who was wasting her life teaching instead of making money performing. "How about you go greet our other guests?" he suggested as Brendon started to get wrapped up in what he was doing. There was no way he was trying to impress Ryan because damn, the mainlander was kinda really hot.
"Hmmm?" Brendon stopped and turned towards William who gave him a serious look, thumb bent towards the door. "Oh, right, your friends." he turned back towards Ryan and smiled. "Shall we?" Brendon smiled and waited for Ryan to respond. Ryan stared for a moment, lost in his own world, before snapping back and noticing Brendon staring at him with a bit of a detailed look. He blushed and nodded, throat refusing to work, Brendon saying, "Awesome." Brendon pulled the protective wood over the keys again then went to the door, stepping back into the hall with Ryan following, sad to leave his new favorite place in the world, William following them out and shutting the door. "So, you're here for two weeks or something I think Bill said?" Brendon asked as he led the way back towards Jon and Spencer.
"Yeah. Two weeks." Ryan kept his responses short until his mind got over the fact that Brendon loved music and music is like Ryan's blood so that he could actually hold conversation. Proper conversation.
"Well if you ever want to jam, just come on over." Brendon gave Ryan a bit of a suggestive look, walking backwards through his home, jerking his head so his long bangs flew out of his face to really show his sparkling brown eyes and somewhat goofy grin. "I'd love to hear you play sometime, if you don't mind."
"I uh...we're...maybe." Ryan decided, once again holding onto the ends of his scarf, following Brendon; glancing over the other mans shoulder occasionally to make sure he wasn't about to walk into anything.
"When's everyone else supposed to get here?" Bill asked, glancing at the clock in the kitchen as they passed. "It's almost eight and it's starting to get dark."
"Anytime, really." Brendon answered, eyes lingering on Ryan a moment later before turning around to stroll through the house. On the way back was when Ryan noticed the stairs; the wooden steps turning at a ninety degree angle to the second floor that wasn't visible to him. Brendon headed for the glass doors where Ryan could see his friends wandering through the back, Jon practically dragging Spencer, opening it up. "After you," he said with a smile, ushering Ryan through.
There was no doubt that it would be a very long night.
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Ryan sat awkwardly on a chair in the backyard, watching everyone laugh and talk to each other about things he was clueless on. They all knew each other; though that didn't stop Jon and especially Spencer, from inserting themselves into conversations with all of Brendon's friends. There was, if Ryan remembered right, Alex, Nate, Travis, Andy, Ryland, someone named 'The Butcher' (that kind of scared Ryan), Suarez (who was also really named Alex), and Sisky. Brendon greeted them all with hugs, offering them all beers, and chatting a bit before wandering off. Ryan's mind was back in the music room.
"Hey Ryro!" Spencer, who Ryan could tell was partially drunk, came over and flopped down in his lap. Ryan winced, not because Spencer is incredibly heavy or anything, but because there was force behind the action and Ryan's practically just bones in a casing of pale skin. "Brendon totally agreed to show us around and everything while we're here! Isn't that awesome?!"
"Amazing, Spin," Ryan said a little emotionlessly, gently pushing Spencer away because he didn't want to smell the alcohol on his friend's breath. It's not that Ryan doesn't drink; he's just afraid he'll drink too much to get himself really pissed and do something he'll regret in the morning. Spencer hummed then dropped his head on Ryan's shoulder, still clutching the green glass bottle half full in his hand.
"So, what do you think of Brendon, Ryan Ross?" Spencer asked, using Ryan's almost-full name for whatever reason. But Ryan hates his first name so yeah, it was his full in his opinion.
"He's nice and has amazing taste and talent in music." Ryan answered, trying to keep that dreamy look away from his face. Not so much over Brendon himself, though he was a factor, but overall the guitars that Ryan wanted to try out so desperately.
"That all?" Spencer lifted his head from Ryan's shoulder to look at his older friend again, a somewhat disappointed look on his face. "You don't think he's ridiculously adorable or stunningly hot?"
"Do you?" Ryan asked, his tone a little playful and eyebrows raised slightly, used to Spencer being on him now that his legs were rather numb and feeling less.
"Well yeah." he confessed, drinking a bit more of his alcoholic beverage. "Not like Jon hot or anything but definitely a nice body and everything." Ryan smiled at his friends words because in the end, Spencer could most always get Ryan to smile, years of practice behind them. Jon wandered over and gave Ryan his infamous 'oh really?' look which consisted of a smirk and a raised eyebrow, one hand in his pants and the other holding his drink. "Ryro doesn't like Brendon, Jwalk." Spencer decided to hack their names.
"I never said that." Ryan frowned, looking up at Jon with that 'help?' kind of look. Jon nodded and removed the hand from his pants, bending a bit to take Spencer's hand.
"Leave Ryan alone, Spence," Jon said, pulling Spencer back up.
"But he's supposed to think Brendon's super hot and go fuck him and forget about Pete and be all happy again!" Spencer whined, falling against Jon while Ryan choked a little. That was quite a scenario Spencer had developed. Jon looked to Ryan with that 'I'm sorry' kind of look he had mastered long ago when he first started dating Spencer and realized that the younger man sometimes spoke too quickly.
"I hope no one scared you away." Brendon suddenly showed up, holding two unopened beers. "I told them all to be social with you guys but some things are easier said than done." he laughed lightly, offering one of the drinks in his hand to Ryan.
"No thanks." Ryan declined, feeling a little nauseous about being around Brendon now because of what Spencer had said; even if it was his own little fantasy or whatever. Sure, a thought or two along those lines had come to Ryan's mind, but he didn't even really know Brendon other than the fact he was hot and had the same love and taste in music. And that he loved the water. Ryan didn't know Brendon's last name or age or birthday or anything. If it was just a one-night-I'll-never-see-you-again kind of thing than yeah, that'd be just fine. But Spencer had decided they were going to spend the next two weeks with the extravagant Hawaiian not to mention William knew where they lived and everything. Plus, Ryan was still getting over Pete. He was wearing the damn ring, after all.
"Well there's water or soda or something if you don't drink." Brendon tried, wanting to get to know Ryan more, learning that the man wasn't as open as his two friends were. Will didn't mention that.
"He's just being a prick." Spencer frowned, leaning against Jon. "You know, we do have that bet, Ryan."
"Denying a drink doesn't mean I'm not having a good time," Ryan said, looking back to Spencer.
"Are you?" Brendon asked, hopeful that he wasn't a complete bore or anything. Ryan bit his lip, not wanting to offend Brendon, but not really wanting to lie either. No, he wasn't having all that great of a time; but then again, he wasn't really trying either. He had planted himself on the chair early in the evening and just hasn't really left it. Jon wrapped an arm around Spencer to hold him up because maybe Spencer had more to drink than Ryan expected.
"I think it's time we leave," he said, looking back towards Spencer to avoid whatever emotion overcame Brendon's eyes. "Spence has had enough to drink and I don't want him to throw up anywhere or anything."
"Nothing I haven't dealt with before." Brendon lightly joked, laughing lightly. Ryan's face just remained blank, silently asking Jon to back him up.
"I can take Spence home, you know, so you don't have to leave." Jon suggested, apparently having been in on Spencer's whole plan to get Ryan with Brendon. Ok, maybe Jon just wanted Ryan to have a good time for at least one night, but no one needed to know that small detail.
"Yeah but-"
"Really, Ryan." Jon cut him off, giving him a bit of a stern look. "You can stay. I can figure out a way to get Spencer back to the hotel because yes, he has had enough to drink."
"But I'm still thirsty," Spencer said, emptying the glass in his hand.
"Then you can have water." Jon answered him. "Do you think someone can give us a ride back to the hotel?" he asked Brendon, stretching his fingers to take the bottle from Spencer by the neck.
"Of course," Brendon said with a smile and a little nod. "I'm sure Bilvy wouldn't mind."
"Everyone's been drinking." Ryan interjected because there's no way he's letting his friends get killed in a stupid drunk driving accident. "I think a cab or something would be best."
"Bilvy really doesn't drink." Brendon looked back down to the man on the chair. "Gabe, his boyfriend, kinda, usually gets totally wasted in bars and stuff so Bill's used to having to bring him back home and just kind of adopted the job of designated driver. He's always running people home."
"That'd be great," Jon said, Spencer pulling away from Jon to sit back down on Ryan's lap. Ryan sighed in defeat and leaned back, hand pressed against Spencer's shoulder to keep him away from him some, biting the inside of his lip.
"I'll go find him." Brendon turned and headed back towards the crowd of people, leaving the three tourists alone to the side once more.
"You can try," Jon said, looking down at Ryan with a frown. "Ignore Spencer. He's an idiot."
"Hey!" Spencer frowned at Jon, pouting. "You were totally thinking it too Jonathan Walker."
"Yeah but I didn't specify a person." Jon answered, finishing the last of his beer before Brendon returned. "We want you to have a good time, Ryan. And before you start arguing, you have to actually try instead of secluding yourself like you did back home. No one knows you here; you can be whoever you want and start all over again. At least for two weeks."
"I'm not going to lie to someone to get them into bed." Ryan defensively snapped. "I didn't want to come here but you two basically dragged me so I'm going to be as miserable as I damn well please. You both need to just leave me alone and worry about yourselves." he shoved Spencer from his lap to the ground. Jon scowled at Ryan then helped his boyfriend up. "Brendon's really nice and yeah, I love his music assortment, his instruments are gorgeous, but he's a complete stranger who I just met so excuse me for being apprehensive of him or something. I mean, he can be a mass murderer or something! All his friend seem to do is drink and why the fuck does he have this huge ass house if he doesn't ever stay here?! Stop trying to get us in bed or whatever you're trying because it won't ever happen! Sure, he's nice and cute, but he tries way too hard and makes him seem desperate. I see the way he looks at me, ok?! I see your looks and Will's looks and I just want you all to stop!"
"The house was left to me." A quiet, almost sad, voice drifted to Ryan when he finished practically yelling at his friends. He looked away from the pair to see Brendon standing there, eyes hurt, with William standing silently beside him. "It was my grandmas, built by my grandpa, and they left it to me when they died. I just never had the heart to sell it." He avoided looking Ryan in the eyes, making Ryan feel really bad about what he said.
"Ryan didn't-"
"No, it's ok. He didn't know." Brendon feigned a smile as he looked to Jon and Spencer. "Bilvy said he'll take you guys back and I'll see you tomorrow at say, ten?"
"Yeah," Spencer said, drunk but mad at Ryan for what he loudly verbalized, especially with Brendon right there. It didn't take long for their host to find William but no one could get a word in if they tried.
"Cool. Thanks for coming and have a good night." Brendon beamed a little more, seemingly forgetting the little explosion from Ryan. "I hope you don't get sick or anything, Spencer."
"He'll be fine." Jon smiled, patting Spencer's back.
"Shall we?" William quietly spoke, turning towards the door.
"Are you staying, Ryan?" Brendon asked, still avoiding direct eye contact. Ryan knows he hurt Brendon but really doesn't know what to say to make him feel better. Nothing's really worked right for awhile now.
"I...I think I should probably...go..." Ryan said, pushing himself from the chair and adjusting his scarf which really didn't need to be touched at all. It was more of a nervous habit thing. "Thanks...for inviting us..." Brendon nodded, hands shoved in his pockets again, still smiling. No one but William knew how fake it was.
"It was my pleasure," Brendon said lightly. Ryan couldn't move for a moment, but eventually was able to get his legs to work. His body was against him; it wanted to stay. But he wanted to leave. "You're welcome here any time." Brendon called after Ryan as he followed the other three inside. Ryan looked back to Brendon and just briefly nodded, keeping his head down as he walked through the large house towards the front where the others disappeared too.
The ride back was dark and silent except for Spencer's occasional mumble about one thing or another, the air really cold against Ryan's body but he ignored it; welcomed the numbing feeling it brought. Will didn't take his eyes from the road the entire time, stopping in front of the doors to the hotel they were staying at. Ryan undid his seatbelt as did Jon and Spencer, going to climb out when William put his hand on Ryan's to stop him. "Brendon's life may look easy, but it's not all it's cracked up to be."
"I didn't say-"
"I don't know if you meant what you said or not, but just so you know, if you ever say anything like that around him or me or any of our friends, you'll be sorry." Will warned Ryan, Spencer stumbling as Jon helped him towards the door. Ryan didn't like being threatened, but liked that William was standing up for his friend. "Brendon secludes himself by constantly doing something so he doesn't have to think about his life. It's not that different from what you do; his time is just more productive. He doesn't usually let anyone into that music room but me because it's practically his life."
"You let me in, not him." Ryan pointed out a little angrily, wanting to go to sleep and forget the day.
"But he didn't kick you out," William said quietly. "I know I don't really know you or anything, but if you're set on nothing happening, not that it should, make sure you both know that so neither of you gets hurt. It's been awhile since Brendon's shown interest in anyone so he just needs to be reminded sometimes that just because he likes you doesn't mean you like him like that back."
"How do you know he likes me?" Ryan asked, standing on the ground now. Will smiled and shifted the car back into drive, shifting his long legs a little.
"Brendon's my best friend; he can be quiet with his eyes shut and I'll know exactly what he's thinking." Ryan frowned but knew what Bill meant because Spencer, maybe even Jon now, seem to do the same exact things with him. Ryan's never really been much of a people person so it takes him a bit. "Have a good night, Ryan." Will smiled before driving off, leaving Ryan all alone.
Ryan watched him disappear before turning to go inside, sighing and keeping his head low. He really didn't mean to upset Brendon, it's just tough for him to open up to anyone new when everything still hurts inside from Pete. He thumbed the ring around his finger as he walked to his room, praying that dreamless sleep would come to him quickly.
Day Three
A/N--- oops; this totally ended up being like over 8,5oo words. Sorry! DEFINITELY didn't mean to make it that long. I was like the energizer bunny though and just kept going and going and going and...well, you get it.
For those of you who read my other stories, I suggest you click 'a/n' on the tags list because there's some important information you need to know.
Day three when I get around to writing it. If you like them long, let me know. If you don't, let me know. Comments are as addicting as Cobracam <33
xoxo Tabi
Also, I had an amazing time at the Panic/FOB/Blink concert. Lol'd hard when Brendon introduced 'Lying...' with "WHO LIKES TO FUCK AND DO DIRTY THINGS WHEN THEY'RE NAKED?!' For my pretty full review just go to my journal <3
A/N2-- I've edited this like 3 times. If slashatthedisco still rejects it, then fuck writing since my beta isn't really helping >l