Two Weeks In Hawaii [5/14 + Epilogue]
Title: Two Weeks In Hawaii [5/14 + Epilogue]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will, Nate/Alex
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title belongs to the band Hellogoodbye.
Summary: “So you don’t want to fuck him?” Jon lifted his head a tiny bit to look at Ryan.
“That’s not the-what?!” Ryan barely caught himself, Spencer’s head lifting very slowly to reveal the largest and most unholy smirk Ryan had ever seen.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Sorry it's been awhile! School is eating up all my time ><
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three ♥ Day Four
Day Five
Ryan couldn’t remember the last time he woke up without a pessimistic feeling for the day. He didn’t feel tired and heavy but rather light and a little excited about the day. There were a variety of probable factors to the sudden change, the main being a certain very sweet, very hot, surfer, but Ryan didn’t take the time to analyze any or give his mood a specific reason because he didn’t want to spoil it. He wanted to cherish it.
The sun was barely up when Ryan awoke, something he would normally gripe about, so Ryan took the time to shower and spend a little more time than usual getting ready before calling Brendon who had given Ryan his number the previous night. Brendon told Ryan to call whenever he needed anything, no so discreetly emphasizing ‘whenever’ and ‘anything’, but Ryan didn’t want to call too early in case Brendon was sleeping. The man had skipped out on adequate sleep the previous night.
By the time Ryan was all ready it was eight so he scrolled through the contacts list to find Brendon’s number. He didn’t have it memorized, yet, and had to rely on his phones memory to retrieve it. When Ryan came to the number, he pressed the little green phone button to automatically call it, holding it to his ear and listening to the ring while pulling open the door to the little patio connected to his room. “’ello?” Brendon groggily answered after a few rings.
“Did I wake you?” Ryan asked with a frown, leaning against the wooden fence and looking out towards the calm ocean.
“Kinda.” Brendon answered, his voice getting stronger and lighter. “It’s ok; I don’t mind.” Ryan could see the smile on Brendon’s face.
“Not if you’re trying to sleep,” Ryan said with a small smile himself. “I can hang up and wander around the area so you can sleep, if you want.” Brendon scoffed. “It is still early. I’m usually not up for another few hours.”
“I’m usually up,” Ryan heard shuffling in the background, “an hour or two ago.” he laughed lightly and weakly. “But, like I predicted, Bill and Gabe have been rather loud all night and, even on the couch, it sounds like I’m in the room.” There was a small groan at the end of his sentence and Ryan shuddered at the thought. “I’ve been passing out randomly all night only to wake up a half hour later.”
“Why didn’t you say something to them?” Ryan asked, the light breeze chilling him since his hair was still damp.
“First of all, I’m not going near that room; I don’t even when Bill’s not here.” Ryan laughed. “Secondly, Will missed Gabe and I’d feel awful for telling him how he can spend his time with his boyfriend.”
“But you need sleep too,” Ryan said pointedly. “As an athlete you should know the importance of sleep.”
“I do.” Brendon sighed into the phone. “They’ll be better tonight so I can sleep then.” Ryan rolled his eyes, oblivious to the large smile on his face or how his brain was analyzing how ridiculously adorable and nerdy Brendon is. “So;” Brendon’s suddenly louder, eager voice broke the numbness the waves created for Ryan. “What are we doing today?”
“You’re the native expert.” Ryan stood straight, not realizing he had been leaning over the railing like some teenager on the phone with their ‘love’ who didn’t want their parents to hear. “You’re supposed to tell me what we’re doing and I’m supposed to complain.”
“We could work on surfing again.” Brendon suggested, Ryan making a frustrated noise. “Or I can take you guys to the other side of the island where they have some shops or we can even hop islands though commuting can get annoying.”
“We should stay on this island,” Ryan said, turning around to see Spencer and Jon coming into his room. “If you’re half dead for the day then the closer we are to your house for when you pass out, the better.” he lightly teased, tugging the glass door shut again before he was questioned. Spencer gave Ryan a curious look but Ryan ignored him and turned back towards the ocean.
“You’d be amazed at how well I can function with no sleep.” Brendon replied playfully yet seriously.
“That’s not really something to be proud of,” Ryan said, ignoring the tapping on glass behind him. The only person he was currently concerned about was on the other end of the phone call. “Plus, I’m not ready to go any farther than this amazing island.” There was sarcasm in Ryan’s voice and Brendon laughed.
“Why don’t you guys hang out here for the day and we’ll find something to do.” Ryan tried to convince himself that there definitely wasn’t a wave of disappointment crashing against him to Brendon’s words ‘you guys’, meaning Spencer and Jon were invited too. But why wouldn’t Brendon invite them? Ryan can’t just randomly abandon his friends and claim Brendon to himself. “I can be there in ten or fifteen minutes, depending on how motivated I am.”
“We can get a cab, you know.” Ryan reached behind himself to flip Spencer and/or Jon, though probably Spencer, off since the tapping wouldn’t cease. “If you’re sleep deprived then your senses are impaired and you could get in an accident.”
“Streets here aren’t like streets in Vegas, Ryan.” There was more rustling in the background. “I’ll be fine, okay? See you soon.”
“Brendon-“ Ryan was cut off by the sound of the other end being hung up, the dial tone following a moment later. “Rude bastard,” Ryan mumbled despite the smile on his face as he too hung up, turning back towards the door to see both his friends faces pressed against the glass as they acted like children. Ryan laughed, rolling his eyes, and smacked the glass with an open-palmed hand; both quickly withdrawing themselves and rubbing their faces which made Ryan laugh more.
“Asshole.” Spencer frowned as Ryan re-entered the room. “What was that for?”
“I was cleaning the glass.” Ryan shrugged, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Brendon’s coming to get us to hang with him for the day.” Spencer seemed to forget about being hurt and smiled at Ryan.
“You called him and made plans,” Spencer said as more of a statement than a question. “On your own.” Jon sat down beside his boyfriend on the bed, adapting identical looks on their faces.
“You guys don’t have to come.” Ryan tried not to sound eager or desperate, grabbing the sunglasses Brendon bought him and sticking them atop his head like Brendon always did with his. “Brendon’s just tired and I figured easy would be better.”
“So you suggested his house.” Jon spoke in the same almost-scrutinizing tone as Spencer.
“Well technically he suggested his house but you know I like simple things.” Both men scoffed behind him. Ryan was in no way simple; he was very picky and complex. “So feel free to do whatever you want today.”
“He’s trying to get rid of us.” Spencer turned to Jon, a look of fake shock on his face.
“That’ very inconsiderate after all we’ve done for him.” Jon played along, looking to Spencer. “He’s already so willing to ditch us.” Ryan rolled his eyes, playing around with his bangs in front of the small mirror.
“And to think, we always thought it was bros before hoes.” Spencer smirked, Ryan grabbing some decorative seashells off the dresser he stood in front of and threw them at the two.
“You both need to stop that!” he scolded them, both Spencer and Jon lowering their heads like dogs who knew they were in trouble. “There’s nothing going on between Brendon and I!” His mind filtered out the unfortunately before it reached his mouth. “Brendon knows the island far better than we do and is offering his time to make it nice for us so stop trying to assume he and I have or will ever have ulterior motives!”
“So you don’t want to fuck him?” Jon lifted his head a tiny bit to look at Ryan.
“That’s not the-what?!” Ryan barely caught himself, Spencer’s head lifting very slowly to reveal the largest and most unholy smirk Ryan had ever seen. “Don’t say a word.” he venomously warned them, crossing his arms.
“I believe that’s a ‘yes’,” Jon said to Spencer with a smile.
“Our little boy is growing up.” Spencer brushed a non-existent tear away from his amused face. “It seems like just yesterday we were dragging his ass from depressed seclusion and back into reality.”
“They become so horny so fast.” Jon nodded, pulling Spencer’s head to his shoulder to ‘comfort’ him.
“Fuck you both.” Ryan glared, mentally telling himself not to let them ruin his happy mood.
“Where did we go wrong?” Spencer dramatically asked, sliding his arms around Jon’s waist, eliminating the tiny bit of space that had accumulated between the two so he was leaning on his boyfriend.
“Sometimes, no matter what you do, they still choose their dicks over you,” Jon said, rubbing Spencer’s back; both trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.
“I’m leaving.” Ryan told them with a frustrated sigh, heading towards the door.
“Wait! Ryan!” Spencer called, pulling away from Jon and reaching towards his best friend. “You don’t have to do this! You can be strong! There are groups for sex addicts that will help you!” Ryan’s glare threatened to burn holes through Spencer’s skin as he yanked the door open. “You don’t have to let this disease control you!”
“Go to hell,” Ryan said in reply before stepping into the hall and slamming the door behind him. So what if they were right and Ryan likes Brendon more than he should? So what if he wanted to sleep with Brendon? He would be gone in less than two weeks.
No, Ryan wouldn’t do that to Brendon. He wouldn’t become Pete.
Ryan headed for the lobby to wait, detouring towards the gift shop at the front he’s passed at least four times every day but never went into. It was filled with stuff mostly ocean-related, but it wasn’t as pricy as Vegas and was just as nice. He walked slowly past all the shelves of items, occasionally picking things up to examine them, comparing Hawaiian souvenirs to Vegas ones. Hawaii ones were less flashy and more relaxing. “Almost anything you find in here you can get on your own for free.” Ryan spun around to see Brendon standing behind him, physically looking over exhausted but smiling regardless.
“I’m not a fisher.” Ryan replied, carefully laying the dried starfish sculpture down.
“You don’t get this stuff from fishing.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “You go scuba diving into the reefs.”
“Let me guess;” Ryan began to walk towards the other man. “You know all about that too.” Brendon grinned stupidly. “Is there anything you can’t do?” Ryan asked with raised eyebrows and an annoyed face; though he wasn’t the least bit annoyed.
“I can’t fly.” Brendon frowned, Ryan’s eyebrows falling as he gave a small laugh. “Or get sleep, apparently,” he said as he brought his hand up to cover a yawn from Ryan. “You’d think they need to rest but apparently they just keep going and going and going…”
“You’re not driving.” Ryan stated firmly.
“How do you think I got here?” Brendon amusedly inquired.
“Well you’re not driving back.” Ryan told him. “You look ready to die.”
“Thanks.” Brendon sarcastically remarked. “How do you propose we get to my house, then?”
“I’m more than capable of driving,” Ryan said, putting his hand out, implying he wanted Brendon’s keys.
“Why should I trust you with my car?” Brendon teased. Ryan just lifted an eyebrow, expression blank. “Fine.” he sighed, digging into his pocket for the keys and handing them over. “What about Jon and Spencer?”
“If I see them, I’m running them over.” Ryan answered, leaving the small show and going towards the doors.
“I’m going to find them,” Brendon said, Ryan trying not to make any noises as he watched Brendon go in the opposite direction. “You can go out; you do have the keys.” Brendon called to Ryan, jogging across the lobby.
“I should just leave you,” Ryan mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping into the bright light of the morning sun that rested right on the hotel. He shook the keys in his hand subconsciously as he walked, pushing thoughts of taking a pillow to Spencer and Jon’s faces as they slept because that was awful and ridiculous.
Ryan found Brendon’s car, the actual four-door, trunk, and roof vehicle, and got into the drivers seat. He made quick adjustments to the wheel, seat, and mirrors then stuck the keys into the ignition to play the radio as he waited. Eventually Ryan saw the three emerge from the hotel, laughing away at things Ryan probably didn’t want to know, and joined him in the car. “You’re crazy if you’re letting him drive,” Spencer said, getting into the backseat as Brendon took the passenger’s.
“I’m an excellent driver, thank you.” Ryan looked at Spencer through the rear view mirror. “Far better than you anyway.”
“Hey; I got my license.” Spencer frowned.
“Yeah, after taking the test a few times.” Ryan replied, starting the car.
“Leave my boyfriend alone, Ross.” Jon defended Spencer. Ryan stuck his tongue out at Spencer who did the same thing, Brendon exchanging a look with Jon who simply shook his head. Ryan backed from the spot and headed towards the main road, knowing by now exactly how to get to Brendon’s.
“You two ever try surfing?” Brendon twisted his body around and faced the two in the back with an eager smile.
“Not in real life,” Jon said with a small shrug. “I’ve tried it on a videogame or two.”
“That’s nothing.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “Surfing is so much fun! You guys should try it! I can teach you, if you want.” Ryan’s grip tightened some on the wheel. “I showed Ryan a bit the other day but he still needs some work.” Brendon teased, turning back forward and tapping Ryan’s shoulder; definitely not sending shivers through the man’s body.
“I can imagine it now; Ryan flailing around before falling flat on his face.” Spencer smirked, Ryan glaring darkly at him through the rear view mirror.
“Don’t make me turn this car around.” Ryan warned, Spencer’s smirk growing even wider.
“Behave, children.” Jon stepped in, acting like the parent as he often did in their strange little family. Ryan and Spencer exchanged childish looks the entire remainder of the ride to Brendon’s house; Jon looking out the window while Brendon tried not to laugh until his gut felt ready to split.
Ryan kind of wished he would.
~+~+~+~+~+~
“Keep the car,” Brendon said when they arrived at his house and Ryan tried to hand the keys over.
“What?” Ryan asked with confusion as the sound of the doors shutting simultaneously rang out.
“You might as well keep the car as long as you’re in Hawaii. It’ll save you cab money and allow you to go wherever you want.” he shrugged, leading the way to the door with Ryan close beside him. “You can obviously drive and it’s not like I don’t have other means of getting around.”
“How about renting?” Ryan suggested, not wanting to just take Brendon’s car over the next fifteen or so days.
“I thought I just told you the point was to save you money.” Brendon smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling the screen door to his home back. “You’ll just have to get gas and whatnot.” Ryan frowned, stepping inside then waiting for Brendon to enter after Spencer and Jon. “Plus, you’re doing me a favor!” he smiled brightly.
“How?” Ryan’s eyebrows rose, the noise of the door shutting echoing through the large, open house. Spencer and Jon headed to a couch to sit down, silently exchanging looks that said far more than words ever could; leaving Ryan to be oblivious to the obvious attraction between him and Brendon.
“I won’t have it taking up space outside.” Brendon answered, kicking his shoes aside. “Drinks or food?” he asked, directing the question to all three while walking across the wooden floor. Ryan shook his head and went for the other couch when Spencer quickly abandoned Jon to jump onto the other piece of furniture; sprawled out and smirking at his friend. Jon, catching onto his boyfriends actions, let his flip flops slide from his feet to lift his legs onto the couch he sat upon to take up the majority of the space; also smiling.
“I’ll sit on one of you,” Ryan said low enough just for his friends to hear. Brendon grabbed some water from the fridge, figuring it was something everyone would like, and glancing up to see William standing against the balcony. Bill’s eyebrows were raised, a smirk on his face, dressed only in boxers. Brendon simply pointed towards Will’s room, banishing him, then dropping his arm and pretending Will wasn’t there as Ryan joined him.
“Feel free to help yourself to anything you find in here.” Brendon spoke to him, wrapping his hands around the water to bring it to Spencer and Jon who had gone back to taking up half of one couch; Brendon never knowing what had occurred just moments before. Not that he would have minded much.
Ryan slid onto a bar stool, folding his hands on the counter top and staring out the window above the sink across from him where the rising sun sparkled off the water up towards the house. He heard quiet noises coming from overhead, mentally blocking any thoughts about what may be going on for his own sanity. The television in the living room where his friends sat popped on, Brendon joining Ryan in the kitchen again a moment later. “What are you in the mood to do today?” Brendon asked, leaning against he counter opposite side of the island Ryan sat at.
“I don’t know.” Ryan shrugged, looking into the tired but shining brown eyes in front of him. Brendon bit his lip and stared back at Ryan, neither blinking or thinking about anything; just staring. Ryan didn’t notice the way his heart beat a little faster and his body relaxed a little more as he got lost in Brendon’s warm, chocolate iris’; but Brendon did. And he smirked more.
It wasn’t until a slightly frantic yell of ‘Gabe!’ drifted from the second floor that either boy blinked and looked towards the second level. “Gabriel! Get back here and get clothes on!” Bill’s voice angrily called, Ryan’s eyes widening at the words then nearly bursting from his head as the flash of naked flesh darted across the visible section of the landing.
“Oh god…” Brendon groaned, dropping his head down to the counter and listening to the sound of quick footsteps dart across the second floor before reaching the stairs.
“Gabe, no! Bren’s got company!” William’s voice was now desperate and Ryan turned back towards Brendon with a twisting feeling in his gut. The television grew louder, a distraction both Brendon and Ryan were grateful for, temporarily drowning out the noise of someone running down the staircase.
“Come on, Bilvy babe!” Gabe amusedly called out. “I wanna go swimming!”
“You’re naked!” Bill squeaked in response, Ryan regretting keeping his eyes open as an indeed naked Gabe ran through the large kitchen towards the back doors; making no attempt to cover any part of himself. Ryan wasn’t jealous or anything, Gabe was taller so naturally…he shouldn’t have looked. “Don’t go outside!” William called, running after his boyfriend and causing a rush of cold air to hit Ryan. “You need clothes!”
“I can’t tan evenly with clothes!” Gabe laughed, pulling the glass door open and darting outside into the warm sun. Brendon repeatedly hit his head against the marble counter, not really hard, the glass door slamming shut a moment later. Ryan saw Gabe run down the path towards the water as a practically naked William chased him with some clothes before taking a deep breath and lightly clearing his throat.
“That was, uh…interesting.” His cheeks were tinted and he stared at his fingers, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Sorry,” Brendon mumbled, lifting his head. “They’re like children at the best of times.”
“It’s definitely not something you see everyday.” Ryan’s eyebrows lifted, still staring down.
“Unfortunately, when Gabe’s around, you do.” Brendon quietly and somewhat shamefully replied. Ryan immediately set up a few more mental blocks and tried not to choke. “So…” Brendon sighed and stood upright, running a hand through his hair. “Now that you’re mentally scarred,” he laughed nervously, “What would you like to do?”
“Avoid seeing that again.” Ryan quietly muttered, feeling chills run through his body. He most definitely wasn’t picturing Brendon running around naked. “Probably avoid the beach for a bit too,” he said after, eyes flickering towards the window briefly where he could see the two lying in the sand.
“We could watch TV with Jon and Spencer,” Ryan’s stomach and hands tightened, “Or go back to the music room for a bit. You really like music, right?” Ryan’s hands released as he nodded, face becoming excited. Brendon quickly matched Ryan’s enthusiasm, though far less subtle. “Want to tell them where we’ll be in case they need something?”
Ryan turned towards the living room to see Spencer even closer to Jon, practically on top of him, then said, “They’ll be fine,” and slid from the stool. Brendon walked around the counter, subconsciously taking Ryan’s hand to pull him down the hall towards the locked door at the end. Ryan blushed and let Brendon guide him away, stumbling over his own feet as his mind was far more focused on other things. Like keeping his mouth shut and breathing.
And Brendon’s ass.
“I lock it to keep people I don’t really know out because when I have parties, or people just show up, really, it tends to be a lot of visitors who heard about it from the grapevine.” Ryan nodded, swallowing hard and trying to prevent his hand from becoming really sweaty. “And from when those two run around like that…Bill knows the code but he also knows how much I value everything inside that room.” Brendon used his free hand to type in the four-digit code. “Its 0-4-1-2, by the way, if you ever want to get in and I or Bill aren’t around. It’s my birthday which I know is lame and predictable but still no one remembers that which is why it works.” Brendon smiled, pulling the door open with ease.
Ryan nodded again, Brendon tugging him inside and shutting the door as though locking them in. He released Ryan, who wiped his hands on his pants just in case, and walked to the center of the collection of musical instruments. “When the door is closed, it’s practically soundproof. No one can hear what goes on in here and vice versa.” No, Ryan wasn’t thinking dirty things or making a mental note of that vital piece of information. “Uh…I can record stuff using the program garageband on that computer with a microphone and lot of wires which are a pain in the ass to set up.”
“Cool.” Ryan muttered, the glorious shine of the guitars all lined along the wall practically singing to him. Brendon noticed the sudden shift in Ryan’s attention, not the least bit jealous that Ryan was no longer staring at him (though he was enjoying that) and turned towards all his guitars. Well, the few he had. He couldn’t have just one because they all sounded different and had specific feelings to them.
“Here,” Brendon said, removing his Gibson Les Paul carefully from the wall and handing it towards Ryan. “I could tell you love to play from the calluses on your fingers.” Ryan blankly nodded, fingers itching to grab the beautiful piece of work from Brendon’s hands but knowing it was delicate as well. “Play it.” Brendon urged Ryan, reaching out farther.
“I…” Ryan had a nice guitar himself, but nowhere near as nice or expensive as the one before him.
“Its okay, Ryan.” Brendon laughed at the man’s hesitation. “I know you’ll be carefully. You’re like me; I can see it in your eyes. Playing is more than recreation; it’s an art form we channel through the instruments that led their voices to us.” Ryan nearly cried because Brendon got it. Pete, who played himself, didn’t. But Ryan already knew Brendon wasn’t like Pete. He was better; much better. “Take it, Ryan.”
“O-okay…” He didn’t have to be told again, gingerly extending his arms to take the instrument from Brendon. It sent jolts of chills through Ryan’s body as he brought the guitar towards his body, staring at it like it was made of pure diamond. It was better to him.
“Play,” Brendon said, grabbing a pick and offering it as well. Ryan slid the strap onto his body and adjusted the guitar on his small frame, taking the pick.
“What should I play?” Ryan asked, looking to Brendon who sat on the bench to the piano to act as an audience for Ryan.
“Whatever you want.” Brendon softly answered, sitting straight and laying his hands in his lap to give Ryan his undivided attention; not that he would be looking anywhere else anyway. Ryan nodded and fixed his hands to play the first thing that came to his mind; still nervous to be laying such a beautiful instrument in fear that he would somehow damage it.
Knuckles white from gripping the pick tightly, Ryan began to play the recognizable tune of Your Guardian Angel; at least it was recognizable to Brendon. He shut his eyes and mentally sang along to Ryan’s near-perfect playing; Ryan only slipping from his nervousness. Ryan focused only on playing, watching his fingers move along the strings in the familiar pattern of the song he used to play whenever Pete really upset him because the song, which Spencer had played one day for him when they were younger and Ryan’s father would abuse him, would always calm him down. When Brendon opened his eyes again, he noticed that.
As Ryan played, he relaxed completely, focused only on his playing and nothing else. His long fingers moved perfectly and his face was calmer than Brendon had ever seen it. Ryan’s chest moved peacefully with his gentle breaths, his shining brown hair hanging down around his face as his head was bent. He wasn’t swaying or moving at all really, but rather standing straight and tall; proud. Brendon had never seen anyone look so beautiful before.
Before Ryan knew it, he was done with the song, looking back up to Brendon who he had momentarily forgotten was even there. “That was amazing.” Brendon practically whispered, making Ryan’s cheeks instantly get painted with blush. “You are really, really good, Ryan.” Brendon spoke completely truthfully. Ryan was one of the best guitar players Brendon had ever heard before.
“Thanks,” Ryan mumbled, looking at the carpeted floor beneath him. “I don’t really think so…” Brendon stood up and walked to Ryan, playing one hand on Ryan’s shoulder and the other tilting the man’s head up.
“Hey;” Brendon looked directly into Ryan’s eyes, placing his hand on Ryan’s other shoulder to square him; the guitar pressed between their bodies. “You are really good, okay? I have no idea why you’d think otherwise but no matter what anyone may have or will say to you, you have serious talent, Ryan. You could easily nail any audition for a guitarist position.” Ryan’s stomach twisted more as he chewed on the inside of his lip, staring into Brendon’s dead serious eyes.
No one had ever told him that before. Sure, he had been told he was really good, especially by Spencer and Jon, but no one had ever said it like that. The way Brendon said it made Ryan actually want to believe it. He found himself staring at Brendon’s lips; doing all he could not to lean forward to press his own against them. “I, uh, have to use the bathroom.” Ryan had to get away before he did anything regrettable.
“Sure.” Brendon masked his disappointment, wanting desperately to kiss Ryan but refraining from doing anything to make Ryan hate him, and stepped back. He helped Ryan remove the guitar, sticking it back on the wall, and watching Ryan quickly leave; sighing heavily. Brendon had never felt so drawn to someone yet so pushed away at the same time. He really wanted Ryan, but wasn’t 100% sure Ryan wanted him back. It felt like it, but Brendon wasn’t going to take any chances.
Ryan leaned against the door once outside the room, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding and shutting his eyes. When opening them, he saw a thankfully dressed Gabe holding a cup tightly in his hand; taking a sip and staring at Ryan over the rim he was smirking against. “What?” Ryan asked, half frowning as he internally panicked. He was sure it didn’t look good.
“Nothing.” Gabe answered, still smirking as he headed towards the stairs to probably go to William. “Don’t hurt him,” he said as he passed, grabbing the railing. “Or I’ll hurt you. Bad.” Gabe’s smirk momentarily fell as his eyes darkened to a frighteningly dark warning shade. Ryan leaned back against the door more, not saying a word to Gabe. Ryan knew what he meant, though there was nothing going on between himself and Brendon, Gabe scared him enough to keep him silent. “See you around.” Gabe’s smirk returned as he went up the stairs.
Ryan waited until Gabe was out of sight, quickly making his way to the bathroom and locking himself inside, having a mini panic attack. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling or thinking these things about Brendon; but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Brendon. He wanted Brendon bad.
Ryan sighed and buried his face in his knees, letting his heart slow down and let the nausea pass. He had no idea Brendon was going through the nearly same thing next door. They were both extremely oblivious to something it took everyone else a maximum five minutes to notice.
They were undeniably head over heels for each other.
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Gabe more or less decided that, since he gave up precious time, a party should be held in his honor. So, when the sun was getting ready to call it a day, a large bonfire was set up on the private section of beach Brendon owned; very club-like music blasting from the speakers on the bar aligned with more alcohol than Ryan had ever seen. He remembered being told that Gabe liked to drink though and he assumed the music was of his selection as well. It was just like the party that occurred a few days prior, only a lot flashier by Gabe’s extravagant tastes.
After an hour or two, Ryan got overcome by all the blasting techno music and increasingly drunk persons so he headed down for the waters edge to get some peace from it all. The music and chatter was carried by the light breeze down to Ryan, words indistinct and distant which was how he liked it. He wanted to leave and go to the hotel but Spencer wouldn’t let him, commandeering the keys to the car Brendon let him borrow then making sure the few people Ryan would trust to drive him knew that he wasn’t to get a ride from any of them so that he would have to stay.
Ryan sat in the sand, staring out at the shimmering reflection of the bright white moon against the calm ocean; hugging his knees to his chest with his chin resting on top and feet stripped so he could feel the cold water against his skin. He wasn’t a huge fan of water but there was something about feeling it against his bare skin that calmed him to a certain extent. “There you are.” Ryan turned his head to glance back towards the fire he escaped from, seeing the silhouette of a person walking towards him. “Why are you down here all by yourself?” He recognized the voice to be Brendon’s.
“Headache,” Ryan mumbled, his stomach twisting unsettling. Brendon walked down to where Ryan sat and lowered himself into the sand as well, matching Ryan’s position.
“Want anything for it?” Brendon asked, keeping some distance between their bodies. He and Ryan had been somewhat avoiding each other ever since Ryan got over his mini panic attack and removed himself from the bathroom.
“No thanks,” Ryan said in response, his knees limiting how much his mouth could move therefore jumbling his words a bit. “’m just fine here.” Brendon hummed lightly in response, forcing his eyes to look out at the water instead of the beams of moonlight that settled just perfectly over Ryan’s pale skin.
“There’s plenty of stuff to drink still.” Brendon suggested. “Alex brought plenty of food, too.”
“I’m fine.” Ryan replied monotonously, stretching his toes and splashing them lightly in the water.
“Ryan…” Brendon turned his head to look to the other boy, a frown on his face. “Did I…do something to upset you earlier?”
“What?” Ryan looked at Brendon as well; the man automatically adverting his eyes. Mainly from nerves. “No, of course not.” Ryan’s eyebrows pulled together with confusion. Brendon was perfect; of course he couldn’t upset Ryan. It more so Ryan’s own conflicting feelings that kept him from opening up too much. “Why would you think that?”
“Well…it’s felt like you’ve kinda been avoiding me since earlier in the music room…” Brendon looked to the dark sand beneath them; the water washing over his sandals. “And I don’t know why.”
“Oh…” Ryan turned his face back towards the water, watching the waves roll up towards the beach in the moonlight. He really didn’t have an answer for that one though. “I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything.” He spoke quietly. Brendon bit his lip, unconvinced, and released his knees.
“I know…I know you don’t like water,” Brendon took a deep breath, “but I’d love to take you on the boat right now.” Ryan’s stomach shifted a little more. “There’s this reef I know of that looks really pretty in this bright moonlight. Certain fish only come out at night.” He shrugged, pushing his fingers into the sand between his legs. “You don’t have to…I mean, I kn-“
“Sure.” Ryan’s mouth moved far faster than his brain did. He realized his mistake quickly but knew there was really no taking that back. “I…anything to get away from this for a few minutes before my head explodes.” He tried to add a slight joke to mask how he wasn’t too keen on being out on the water; especially at night.
“Yeah?” Brendon perked up some, looking back to Ryan. “You…you really want to?”
“Yeah.” Ryan took a deep breath, releasing his knees and exhaling slowly. “I really want to.” Brendon was barely able to refrain from releasing an excited squeal, pushing himself up from the sand and reaching down to help Ryan up. He twisted his fingers in with Ryan’s, guiding him along the edge of the water to where his boat had been tied up again. Ryan let Brendon drag him along, repeatedly telling himself that he would be okay.
Not that he was afraid for his life or anything. He was afraid of acting stupid and ruining whatever it was he and Brendon had.
“So, I know it’s really hard to see and everything, but my favorite time to go out is at night when everything is calm and quiet,” Brendon said, feet kicking the water up as he hurriedly walked; dragging Ryan along. Sand clung to Ryan’s feet as he followed Brendon, unable to see much ahead of him and clutching Brendon’s hand tightly for reassurance.
The boat was docked around a curve on the beach edge, Ryan no longer able to see the tall blazing bonfire where everyone was still partying away. He knew that, should they go looking, they would discover both he and Brendon were gone and make connections that didn’t exist; but Ryan really didn’t care anymore. They could think whatever they wanted. He was too busy worrying about not letting any of those accusations come true. “Just walk carefully and let me guide you,” Brendon said, Ryan nodding even if Brendon couldn’t see him.
Brendon walked slower, leading Ryan down the dock to the boat which rocked gently at the end. He let go of Ryan’s hand and jumped down into the boat, turning back to where Ryan stood above him on the wood, reaching both arms up to Ryan as though he was a small child. “Take my hands.” Brendon instructed, Ryan bending down apprehensively and slipping his fingers into the other mans. “Don’t think, okay? Just hold onto my hands and let me guide you.” Ryan shut his eyes momentarily and nodded, Brendon waiting until he was ready. Ryan didn’t know why he didn’t like the water that much but it did.
“Step down onto the ladder. Hold onto my hands as tightly as you need to keep your balance.” Brendon felt the boat swaying beneath his feet and didn’t want Ryan to get any more freaked out or uncomfortable than he was. Ryan slowly shifted his bare foot from the wood of the dock, dropping it down to the thin metal step of the ladder used to assist getting on and off the dock. Brendon felt Ryan clutch his fingers even tighter, stepping back a tiny bit to give Ryan space; Ryan slipping and falling forward.
Ryan squeaked as he fell forward, Brendon quickly pulling his fingers from Ryan’s grip to be able to catch him; stumbling backwards on the boat but managing to remain standing; Ryan nearly wrapped around his body in fear. “Hey, I got you.” Brendon said, Ryan’s bony arms pushing tightly into his sides. “You’re fine, Ryan.”
“Yeah…yeah…” Ryan muttered to himself for reassurance, nodding his head against Brendon’s shoulder and loosening his muscles so he wasn’t crushing Brendon. “I really hate these things…” Brendon laughed and kept his arms around Ryan, taking in the feeling of Ryan’s frame in as he was pressed closely. “Sorry,” Ryan mumbled, letting go of Brendon but staying close. Brendon stepped around Ryan to untie the boat again, tossing the rope up onto the dock for later.
“Come on.” Brendon smiled, taking Ryan’s hand again and walking to the wheel. Ryan took the seat he had the previous day, hugging himself as Brendon opened a little compartment and extracted the key; sticking it into the ignition then turning it on. “It’s not far from here.” He pulled the gas lightly and turned the wheel to back the boat away and out towards the water. Ryan pulled his legs up, pushing himself back into the seat, and shut his eyes to let Brendon do what he needed.
Once far enough to turn the boat, Brendon pushed the gear up, not too far to keep the noise down, and let the boat smoothly move in the direction of his absolute favorite reef; hoping that the moon was where it was supposed to be in the sky. He watched Ryan from the corner of his eye to make sure he was doing okay, regretting not having anything on the boat to keep Ryan warm. There was a light, chilly breeze, Brendon used to it, but the way Ryan hugged himself showed that he wasn’t.
When Brendon neared his destination, he turned the engine almost completely off, the boat moving very subtly across the water; almost not at all. Ryan opened his eyes and saw that they were practically in the middle of nowhere, seeing only the moon in the sky and it’s reflection in the water around them. “Give me a minute.” Brendon told Ryan with a soft smile, turning the wheel gently before turning the engine off a few moments later. “Alright; we’re here.”
“Very…nice…” Ryan was very confused, looking around at the vast nothingness surrounding them.
“You can’t see anything from here.” Brendon rolled his eyes, sighing into a smile as he reached out for Ryan again. With almost no hesitation, Ryan reached for Brendon’s hand and let himself be lifted from the seat, guided to the front of the stationary boat that was surrounded with padded cushions for seating. “Look over the edge.” Brendon said, Ryan twisting their hands as they approached the side so he wouldn’t accidentally fall over.
It’s not like Brendon much minded.
Ryan climbed onto the seat on his knees, grabbing the safety railing with his other hand and waiting for Brendon to sit down beside him before peering over the side. Through the crystal water, highlighted by the moonlight, he could see large coral reefs in which a variety of fish contently swam over. They didn’t seem to care about the boat, some swimming up to it in curiosity while others just went about their own business. Ryan’s grip on both the railing and Brendon loosened, his lips curving up into a small smile, staring into the water with amazement. “Wow…” he breathed out, Brendon’s smile growing at Ryan’s positive reaction.
“Told you.” Brendon proudly replied, laying his head on his arm on the railing. “I love coming out here when I can’t sleep because it’s really relaxing; especially when the moon is bright like it is tonight.” Ryan looked at Brendon, seeing his serene face highlighted by the moon. It took his breath away.
“It’s really kind of amazing.” Ryan agreed with a smile, still staring at Brendon. He wasn’t talking about the water. The boat rocked them gently, Ryan’s hand dropping from the railing and thumb brushing along Brendon’s skin. Brendon looked at Ryan to see the other man staring at him, blushing and dropping his eyes down. “Hey, Bren?” Ryan’s voice was quiet and shy, his heart gradually picking up speed as Brendon looked at Ryan to see what he wanted.
With the bright moonlight streaming down, Ryan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Brendon’s in a nervous and not fully sure kiss. Brendon’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Ryan’s lips against his, mouth frozen as Ryan pulled away. Ryan’s cheeks instantly flushed and he looked down, letting go of Brendon’s hand and feeling nauseous. “R-Ryan?” Brendon shakily asked, shocked more than anything.
“I…I’m sorry…” Ryan mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. It was silent for a moment, a few fish making little splashes, before Brendon tilted Ryan’s chin up and pressing their lips together again. He moved his lips a tiny bit, moving Ryan’s as well, sliding his hand around to Ryan’s hair, bringing his other up as well, holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan was a little taken back but didn’t pull away, going back to holding the railing with one hand to steady himself.
Slowly Brendon leaned forward more, causing Ryan to lean back, sliding his legs around to let Brendon awkwardly straddle him on the seats as neither pulled away even to breathe. Brendon’s teeth grazed Ryan’s lower lip, trying not to let things get hasty or overly heated because if they were getting into something more than ‘friendly’, he didn’t want it to be rushed.
And Ryan appreciated that.
“B-Bren…” Ryan breathed out, having to pull away before he suffocated. “We…we should get back….” Brendon let go of Ryan’s hair and sat up onto his knees again, feeling again that he did something wrong. Ryan noticed Brendon’s face and pulled himself up, leaning enough to kiss Brendon lightly again; smiling coyly.
“I never said we couldn’t continue it when we got back.”
Next
A/N--- I win >D
Oh, and, not to offend any of you religious people, but here's how it really is. God hates Satan because Satan made Jesus his bitch.
Carry on.
xoxo Tabi
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will, Nate/Alex
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title belongs to the band Hellogoodbye.
Summary: “So you don’t want to fuck him?” Jon lifted his head a tiny bit to look at Ryan.
“That’s not the-what?!” Ryan barely caught himself, Spencer’s head lifting very slowly to reveal the largest and most unholy smirk Ryan had ever seen.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Sorry it's been awhile! School is eating up all my time ><
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three ♥ Day Four
Day Five
Ryan couldn’t remember the last time he woke up without a pessimistic feeling for the day. He didn’t feel tired and heavy but rather light and a little excited about the day. There were a variety of probable factors to the sudden change, the main being a certain very sweet, very hot, surfer, but Ryan didn’t take the time to analyze any or give his mood a specific reason because he didn’t want to spoil it. He wanted to cherish it.
The sun was barely up when Ryan awoke, something he would normally gripe about, so Ryan took the time to shower and spend a little more time than usual getting ready before calling Brendon who had given Ryan his number the previous night. Brendon told Ryan to call whenever he needed anything, no so discreetly emphasizing ‘whenever’ and ‘anything’, but Ryan didn’t want to call too early in case Brendon was sleeping. The man had skipped out on adequate sleep the previous night.
By the time Ryan was all ready it was eight so he scrolled through the contacts list to find Brendon’s number. He didn’t have it memorized, yet, and had to rely on his phones memory to retrieve it. When Ryan came to the number, he pressed the little green phone button to automatically call it, holding it to his ear and listening to the ring while pulling open the door to the little patio connected to his room. “’ello?” Brendon groggily answered after a few rings.
“Did I wake you?” Ryan asked with a frown, leaning against the wooden fence and looking out towards the calm ocean.
“Kinda.” Brendon answered, his voice getting stronger and lighter. “It’s ok; I don’t mind.” Ryan could see the smile on Brendon’s face.
“Not if you’re trying to sleep,” Ryan said with a small smile himself. “I can hang up and wander around the area so you can sleep, if you want.” Brendon scoffed. “It is still early. I’m usually not up for another few hours.”
“I’m usually up,” Ryan heard shuffling in the background, “an hour or two ago.” he laughed lightly and weakly. “But, like I predicted, Bill and Gabe have been rather loud all night and, even on the couch, it sounds like I’m in the room.” There was a small groan at the end of his sentence and Ryan shuddered at the thought. “I’ve been passing out randomly all night only to wake up a half hour later.”
“Why didn’t you say something to them?” Ryan asked, the light breeze chilling him since his hair was still damp.
“First of all, I’m not going near that room; I don’t even when Bill’s not here.” Ryan laughed. “Secondly, Will missed Gabe and I’d feel awful for telling him how he can spend his time with his boyfriend.”
“But you need sleep too,” Ryan said pointedly. “As an athlete you should know the importance of sleep.”
“I do.” Brendon sighed into the phone. “They’ll be better tonight so I can sleep then.” Ryan rolled his eyes, oblivious to the large smile on his face or how his brain was analyzing how ridiculously adorable and nerdy Brendon is. “So;” Brendon’s suddenly louder, eager voice broke the numbness the waves created for Ryan. “What are we doing today?”
“You’re the native expert.” Ryan stood straight, not realizing he had been leaning over the railing like some teenager on the phone with their ‘love’ who didn’t want their parents to hear. “You’re supposed to tell me what we’re doing and I’m supposed to complain.”
“We could work on surfing again.” Brendon suggested, Ryan making a frustrated noise. “Or I can take you guys to the other side of the island where they have some shops or we can even hop islands though commuting can get annoying.”
“We should stay on this island,” Ryan said, turning around to see Spencer and Jon coming into his room. “If you’re half dead for the day then the closer we are to your house for when you pass out, the better.” he lightly teased, tugging the glass door shut again before he was questioned. Spencer gave Ryan a curious look but Ryan ignored him and turned back towards the ocean.
“You’d be amazed at how well I can function with no sleep.” Brendon replied playfully yet seriously.
“That’s not really something to be proud of,” Ryan said, ignoring the tapping on glass behind him. The only person he was currently concerned about was on the other end of the phone call. “Plus, I’m not ready to go any farther than this amazing island.” There was sarcasm in Ryan’s voice and Brendon laughed.
“Why don’t you guys hang out here for the day and we’ll find something to do.” Ryan tried to convince himself that there definitely wasn’t a wave of disappointment crashing against him to Brendon’s words ‘you guys’, meaning Spencer and Jon were invited too. But why wouldn’t Brendon invite them? Ryan can’t just randomly abandon his friends and claim Brendon to himself. “I can be there in ten or fifteen minutes, depending on how motivated I am.”
“We can get a cab, you know.” Ryan reached behind himself to flip Spencer and/or Jon, though probably Spencer, off since the tapping wouldn’t cease. “If you’re sleep deprived then your senses are impaired and you could get in an accident.”
“Streets here aren’t like streets in Vegas, Ryan.” There was more rustling in the background. “I’ll be fine, okay? See you soon.”
“Brendon-“ Ryan was cut off by the sound of the other end being hung up, the dial tone following a moment later. “Rude bastard,” Ryan mumbled despite the smile on his face as he too hung up, turning back towards the door to see both his friends faces pressed against the glass as they acted like children. Ryan laughed, rolling his eyes, and smacked the glass with an open-palmed hand; both quickly withdrawing themselves and rubbing their faces which made Ryan laugh more.
“Asshole.” Spencer frowned as Ryan re-entered the room. “What was that for?”
“I was cleaning the glass.” Ryan shrugged, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Brendon’s coming to get us to hang with him for the day.” Spencer seemed to forget about being hurt and smiled at Ryan.
“You called him and made plans,” Spencer said as more of a statement than a question. “On your own.” Jon sat down beside his boyfriend on the bed, adapting identical looks on their faces.
“You guys don’t have to come.” Ryan tried not to sound eager or desperate, grabbing the sunglasses Brendon bought him and sticking them atop his head like Brendon always did with his. “Brendon’s just tired and I figured easy would be better.”
“So you suggested his house.” Jon spoke in the same almost-scrutinizing tone as Spencer.
“Well technically he suggested his house but you know I like simple things.” Both men scoffed behind him. Ryan was in no way simple; he was very picky and complex. “So feel free to do whatever you want today.”
“He’s trying to get rid of us.” Spencer turned to Jon, a look of fake shock on his face.
“That’ very inconsiderate after all we’ve done for him.” Jon played along, looking to Spencer. “He’s already so willing to ditch us.” Ryan rolled his eyes, playing around with his bangs in front of the small mirror.
“And to think, we always thought it was bros before hoes.” Spencer smirked, Ryan grabbing some decorative seashells off the dresser he stood in front of and threw them at the two.
“You both need to stop that!” he scolded them, both Spencer and Jon lowering their heads like dogs who knew they were in trouble. “There’s nothing going on between Brendon and I!” His mind filtered out the unfortunately before it reached his mouth. “Brendon knows the island far better than we do and is offering his time to make it nice for us so stop trying to assume he and I have or will ever have ulterior motives!”
“So you don’t want to fuck him?” Jon lifted his head a tiny bit to look at Ryan.
“That’s not the-what?!” Ryan barely caught himself, Spencer’s head lifting very slowly to reveal the largest and most unholy smirk Ryan had ever seen. “Don’t say a word.” he venomously warned them, crossing his arms.
“I believe that’s a ‘yes’,” Jon said to Spencer with a smile.
“Our little boy is growing up.” Spencer brushed a non-existent tear away from his amused face. “It seems like just yesterday we were dragging his ass from depressed seclusion and back into reality.”
“They become so horny so fast.” Jon nodded, pulling Spencer’s head to his shoulder to ‘comfort’ him.
“Fuck you both.” Ryan glared, mentally telling himself not to let them ruin his happy mood.
“Where did we go wrong?” Spencer dramatically asked, sliding his arms around Jon’s waist, eliminating the tiny bit of space that had accumulated between the two so he was leaning on his boyfriend.
“Sometimes, no matter what you do, they still choose their dicks over you,” Jon said, rubbing Spencer’s back; both trying their hardest not to burst into laughter.
“I’m leaving.” Ryan told them with a frustrated sigh, heading towards the door.
“Wait! Ryan!” Spencer called, pulling away from Jon and reaching towards his best friend. “You don’t have to do this! You can be strong! There are groups for sex addicts that will help you!” Ryan’s glare threatened to burn holes through Spencer’s skin as he yanked the door open. “You don’t have to let this disease control you!”
“Go to hell,” Ryan said in reply before stepping into the hall and slamming the door behind him. So what if they were right and Ryan likes Brendon more than he should? So what if he wanted to sleep with Brendon? He would be gone in less than two weeks.
No, Ryan wouldn’t do that to Brendon. He wouldn’t become Pete.
Ryan headed for the lobby to wait, detouring towards the gift shop at the front he’s passed at least four times every day but never went into. It was filled with stuff mostly ocean-related, but it wasn’t as pricy as Vegas and was just as nice. He walked slowly past all the shelves of items, occasionally picking things up to examine them, comparing Hawaiian souvenirs to Vegas ones. Hawaii ones were less flashy and more relaxing. “Almost anything you find in here you can get on your own for free.” Ryan spun around to see Brendon standing behind him, physically looking over exhausted but smiling regardless.
“I’m not a fisher.” Ryan replied, carefully laying the dried starfish sculpture down.
“You don’t get this stuff from fishing.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “You go scuba diving into the reefs.”
“Let me guess;” Ryan began to walk towards the other man. “You know all about that too.” Brendon grinned stupidly. “Is there anything you can’t do?” Ryan asked with raised eyebrows and an annoyed face; though he wasn’t the least bit annoyed.
“I can’t fly.” Brendon frowned, Ryan’s eyebrows falling as he gave a small laugh. “Or get sleep, apparently,” he said as he brought his hand up to cover a yawn from Ryan. “You’d think they need to rest but apparently they just keep going and going and going…”
“You’re not driving.” Ryan stated firmly.
“How do you think I got here?” Brendon amusedly inquired.
“Well you’re not driving back.” Ryan told him. “You look ready to die.”
“Thanks.” Brendon sarcastically remarked. “How do you propose we get to my house, then?”
“I’m more than capable of driving,” Ryan said, putting his hand out, implying he wanted Brendon’s keys.
“Why should I trust you with my car?” Brendon teased. Ryan just lifted an eyebrow, expression blank. “Fine.” he sighed, digging into his pocket for the keys and handing them over. “What about Jon and Spencer?”
“If I see them, I’m running them over.” Ryan answered, leaving the small show and going towards the doors.
“I’m going to find them,” Brendon said, Ryan trying not to make any noises as he watched Brendon go in the opposite direction. “You can go out; you do have the keys.” Brendon called to Ryan, jogging across the lobby.
“I should just leave you,” Ryan mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping into the bright light of the morning sun that rested right on the hotel. He shook the keys in his hand subconsciously as he walked, pushing thoughts of taking a pillow to Spencer and Jon’s faces as they slept because that was awful and ridiculous.
Ryan found Brendon’s car, the actual four-door, trunk, and roof vehicle, and got into the drivers seat. He made quick adjustments to the wheel, seat, and mirrors then stuck the keys into the ignition to play the radio as he waited. Eventually Ryan saw the three emerge from the hotel, laughing away at things Ryan probably didn’t want to know, and joined him in the car. “You’re crazy if you’re letting him drive,” Spencer said, getting into the backseat as Brendon took the passenger’s.
“I’m an excellent driver, thank you.” Ryan looked at Spencer through the rear view mirror. “Far better than you anyway.”
“Hey; I got my license.” Spencer frowned.
“Yeah, after taking the test a few times.” Ryan replied, starting the car.
“Leave my boyfriend alone, Ross.” Jon defended Spencer. Ryan stuck his tongue out at Spencer who did the same thing, Brendon exchanging a look with Jon who simply shook his head. Ryan backed from the spot and headed towards the main road, knowing by now exactly how to get to Brendon’s.
“You two ever try surfing?” Brendon twisted his body around and faced the two in the back with an eager smile.
“Not in real life,” Jon said with a small shrug. “I’ve tried it on a videogame or two.”
“That’s nothing.” Brendon rolled his eyes. “Surfing is so much fun! You guys should try it! I can teach you, if you want.” Ryan’s grip tightened some on the wheel. “I showed Ryan a bit the other day but he still needs some work.” Brendon teased, turning back forward and tapping Ryan’s shoulder; definitely not sending shivers through the man’s body.
“I can imagine it now; Ryan flailing around before falling flat on his face.” Spencer smirked, Ryan glaring darkly at him through the rear view mirror.
“Don’t make me turn this car around.” Ryan warned, Spencer’s smirk growing even wider.
“Behave, children.” Jon stepped in, acting like the parent as he often did in their strange little family. Ryan and Spencer exchanged childish looks the entire remainder of the ride to Brendon’s house; Jon looking out the window while Brendon tried not to laugh until his gut felt ready to split.
Ryan kind of wished he would.
~+~+~+~+~+~
“Keep the car,” Brendon said when they arrived at his house and Ryan tried to hand the keys over.
“What?” Ryan asked with confusion as the sound of the doors shutting simultaneously rang out.
“You might as well keep the car as long as you’re in Hawaii. It’ll save you cab money and allow you to go wherever you want.” he shrugged, leading the way to the door with Ryan close beside him. “You can obviously drive and it’s not like I don’t have other means of getting around.”
“How about renting?” Ryan suggested, not wanting to just take Brendon’s car over the next fifteen or so days.
“I thought I just told you the point was to save you money.” Brendon smirked and rolled his eyes, pulling the screen door to his home back. “You’ll just have to get gas and whatnot.” Ryan frowned, stepping inside then waiting for Brendon to enter after Spencer and Jon. “Plus, you’re doing me a favor!” he smiled brightly.
“How?” Ryan’s eyebrows rose, the noise of the door shutting echoing through the large, open house. Spencer and Jon headed to a couch to sit down, silently exchanging looks that said far more than words ever could; leaving Ryan to be oblivious to the obvious attraction between him and Brendon.
“I won’t have it taking up space outside.” Brendon answered, kicking his shoes aside. “Drinks or food?” he asked, directing the question to all three while walking across the wooden floor. Ryan shook his head and went for the other couch when Spencer quickly abandoned Jon to jump onto the other piece of furniture; sprawled out and smirking at his friend. Jon, catching onto his boyfriends actions, let his flip flops slide from his feet to lift his legs onto the couch he sat upon to take up the majority of the space; also smiling.
“I’ll sit on one of you,” Ryan said low enough just for his friends to hear. Brendon grabbed some water from the fridge, figuring it was something everyone would like, and glancing up to see William standing against the balcony. Bill’s eyebrows were raised, a smirk on his face, dressed only in boxers. Brendon simply pointed towards Will’s room, banishing him, then dropping his arm and pretending Will wasn’t there as Ryan joined him.
“Feel free to help yourself to anything you find in here.” Brendon spoke to him, wrapping his hands around the water to bring it to Spencer and Jon who had gone back to taking up half of one couch; Brendon never knowing what had occurred just moments before. Not that he would have minded much.
Ryan slid onto a bar stool, folding his hands on the counter top and staring out the window above the sink across from him where the rising sun sparkled off the water up towards the house. He heard quiet noises coming from overhead, mentally blocking any thoughts about what may be going on for his own sanity. The television in the living room where his friends sat popped on, Brendon joining Ryan in the kitchen again a moment later. “What are you in the mood to do today?” Brendon asked, leaning against he counter opposite side of the island Ryan sat at.
“I don’t know.” Ryan shrugged, looking into the tired but shining brown eyes in front of him. Brendon bit his lip and stared back at Ryan, neither blinking or thinking about anything; just staring. Ryan didn’t notice the way his heart beat a little faster and his body relaxed a little more as he got lost in Brendon’s warm, chocolate iris’; but Brendon did. And he smirked more.
It wasn’t until a slightly frantic yell of ‘Gabe!’ drifted from the second floor that either boy blinked and looked towards the second level. “Gabriel! Get back here and get clothes on!” Bill’s voice angrily called, Ryan’s eyes widening at the words then nearly bursting from his head as the flash of naked flesh darted across the visible section of the landing.
“Oh god…” Brendon groaned, dropping his head down to the counter and listening to the sound of quick footsteps dart across the second floor before reaching the stairs.
“Gabe, no! Bren’s got company!” William’s voice was now desperate and Ryan turned back towards Brendon with a twisting feeling in his gut. The television grew louder, a distraction both Brendon and Ryan were grateful for, temporarily drowning out the noise of someone running down the staircase.
“Come on, Bilvy babe!” Gabe amusedly called out. “I wanna go swimming!”
“You’re naked!” Bill squeaked in response, Ryan regretting keeping his eyes open as an indeed naked Gabe ran through the large kitchen towards the back doors; making no attempt to cover any part of himself. Ryan wasn’t jealous or anything, Gabe was taller so naturally…he shouldn’t have looked. “Don’t go outside!” William called, running after his boyfriend and causing a rush of cold air to hit Ryan. “You need clothes!”
“I can’t tan evenly with clothes!” Gabe laughed, pulling the glass door open and darting outside into the warm sun. Brendon repeatedly hit his head against the marble counter, not really hard, the glass door slamming shut a moment later. Ryan saw Gabe run down the path towards the water as a practically naked William chased him with some clothes before taking a deep breath and lightly clearing his throat.
“That was, uh…interesting.” His cheeks were tinted and he stared at his fingers, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“Sorry,” Brendon mumbled, lifting his head. “They’re like children at the best of times.”
“It’s definitely not something you see everyday.” Ryan’s eyebrows lifted, still staring down.
“Unfortunately, when Gabe’s around, you do.” Brendon quietly and somewhat shamefully replied. Ryan immediately set up a few more mental blocks and tried not to choke. “So…” Brendon sighed and stood upright, running a hand through his hair. “Now that you’re mentally scarred,” he laughed nervously, “What would you like to do?”
“Avoid seeing that again.” Ryan quietly muttered, feeling chills run through his body. He most definitely wasn’t picturing Brendon running around naked. “Probably avoid the beach for a bit too,” he said after, eyes flickering towards the window briefly where he could see the two lying in the sand.
“We could watch TV with Jon and Spencer,” Ryan’s stomach and hands tightened, “Or go back to the music room for a bit. You really like music, right?” Ryan’s hands released as he nodded, face becoming excited. Brendon quickly matched Ryan’s enthusiasm, though far less subtle. “Want to tell them where we’ll be in case they need something?”
Ryan turned towards the living room to see Spencer even closer to Jon, practically on top of him, then said, “They’ll be fine,” and slid from the stool. Brendon walked around the counter, subconsciously taking Ryan’s hand to pull him down the hall towards the locked door at the end. Ryan blushed and let Brendon guide him away, stumbling over his own feet as his mind was far more focused on other things. Like keeping his mouth shut and breathing.
And Brendon’s ass.
“I lock it to keep people I don’t really know out because when I have parties, or people just show up, really, it tends to be a lot of visitors who heard about it from the grapevine.” Ryan nodded, swallowing hard and trying to prevent his hand from becoming really sweaty. “And from when those two run around like that…Bill knows the code but he also knows how much I value everything inside that room.” Brendon used his free hand to type in the four-digit code. “Its 0-4-1-2, by the way, if you ever want to get in and I or Bill aren’t around. It’s my birthday which I know is lame and predictable but still no one remembers that which is why it works.” Brendon smiled, pulling the door open with ease.
Ryan nodded again, Brendon tugging him inside and shutting the door as though locking them in. He released Ryan, who wiped his hands on his pants just in case, and walked to the center of the collection of musical instruments. “When the door is closed, it’s practically soundproof. No one can hear what goes on in here and vice versa.” No, Ryan wasn’t thinking dirty things or making a mental note of that vital piece of information. “Uh…I can record stuff using the program garageband on that computer with a microphone and lot of wires which are a pain in the ass to set up.”
“Cool.” Ryan muttered, the glorious shine of the guitars all lined along the wall practically singing to him. Brendon noticed the sudden shift in Ryan’s attention, not the least bit jealous that Ryan was no longer staring at him (though he was enjoying that) and turned towards all his guitars. Well, the few he had. He couldn’t have just one because they all sounded different and had specific feelings to them.
“Here,” Brendon said, removing his Gibson Les Paul carefully from the wall and handing it towards Ryan. “I could tell you love to play from the calluses on your fingers.” Ryan blankly nodded, fingers itching to grab the beautiful piece of work from Brendon’s hands but knowing it was delicate as well. “Play it.” Brendon urged Ryan, reaching out farther.
“I…” Ryan had a nice guitar himself, but nowhere near as nice or expensive as the one before him.
“Its okay, Ryan.” Brendon laughed at the man’s hesitation. “I know you’ll be carefully. You’re like me; I can see it in your eyes. Playing is more than recreation; it’s an art form we channel through the instruments that led their voices to us.” Ryan nearly cried because Brendon got it. Pete, who played himself, didn’t. But Ryan already knew Brendon wasn’t like Pete. He was better; much better. “Take it, Ryan.”
“O-okay…” He didn’t have to be told again, gingerly extending his arms to take the instrument from Brendon. It sent jolts of chills through Ryan’s body as he brought the guitar towards his body, staring at it like it was made of pure diamond. It was better to him.
“Play,” Brendon said, grabbing a pick and offering it as well. Ryan slid the strap onto his body and adjusted the guitar on his small frame, taking the pick.
“What should I play?” Ryan asked, looking to Brendon who sat on the bench to the piano to act as an audience for Ryan.
“Whatever you want.” Brendon softly answered, sitting straight and laying his hands in his lap to give Ryan his undivided attention; not that he would be looking anywhere else anyway. Ryan nodded and fixed his hands to play the first thing that came to his mind; still nervous to be laying such a beautiful instrument in fear that he would somehow damage it.
Knuckles white from gripping the pick tightly, Ryan began to play the recognizable tune of Your Guardian Angel; at least it was recognizable to Brendon. He shut his eyes and mentally sang along to Ryan’s near-perfect playing; Ryan only slipping from his nervousness. Ryan focused only on playing, watching his fingers move along the strings in the familiar pattern of the song he used to play whenever Pete really upset him because the song, which Spencer had played one day for him when they were younger and Ryan’s father would abuse him, would always calm him down. When Brendon opened his eyes again, he noticed that.
As Ryan played, he relaxed completely, focused only on his playing and nothing else. His long fingers moved perfectly and his face was calmer than Brendon had ever seen it. Ryan’s chest moved peacefully with his gentle breaths, his shining brown hair hanging down around his face as his head was bent. He wasn’t swaying or moving at all really, but rather standing straight and tall; proud. Brendon had never seen anyone look so beautiful before.
Before Ryan knew it, he was done with the song, looking back up to Brendon who he had momentarily forgotten was even there. “That was amazing.” Brendon practically whispered, making Ryan’s cheeks instantly get painted with blush. “You are really, really good, Ryan.” Brendon spoke completely truthfully. Ryan was one of the best guitar players Brendon had ever heard before.
“Thanks,” Ryan mumbled, looking at the carpeted floor beneath him. “I don’t really think so…” Brendon stood up and walked to Ryan, playing one hand on Ryan’s shoulder and the other tilting the man’s head up.
“Hey;” Brendon looked directly into Ryan’s eyes, placing his hand on Ryan’s other shoulder to square him; the guitar pressed between their bodies. “You are really good, okay? I have no idea why you’d think otherwise but no matter what anyone may have or will say to you, you have serious talent, Ryan. You could easily nail any audition for a guitarist position.” Ryan’s stomach twisted more as he chewed on the inside of his lip, staring into Brendon’s dead serious eyes.
No one had ever told him that before. Sure, he had been told he was really good, especially by Spencer and Jon, but no one had ever said it like that. The way Brendon said it made Ryan actually want to believe it. He found himself staring at Brendon’s lips; doing all he could not to lean forward to press his own against them. “I, uh, have to use the bathroom.” Ryan had to get away before he did anything regrettable.
“Sure.” Brendon masked his disappointment, wanting desperately to kiss Ryan but refraining from doing anything to make Ryan hate him, and stepped back. He helped Ryan remove the guitar, sticking it back on the wall, and watching Ryan quickly leave; sighing heavily. Brendon had never felt so drawn to someone yet so pushed away at the same time. He really wanted Ryan, but wasn’t 100% sure Ryan wanted him back. It felt like it, but Brendon wasn’t going to take any chances.
Ryan leaned against the door once outside the room, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding and shutting his eyes. When opening them, he saw a thankfully dressed Gabe holding a cup tightly in his hand; taking a sip and staring at Ryan over the rim he was smirking against. “What?” Ryan asked, half frowning as he internally panicked. He was sure it didn’t look good.
“Nothing.” Gabe answered, still smirking as he headed towards the stairs to probably go to William. “Don’t hurt him,” he said as he passed, grabbing the railing. “Or I’ll hurt you. Bad.” Gabe’s smirk momentarily fell as his eyes darkened to a frighteningly dark warning shade. Ryan leaned back against the door more, not saying a word to Gabe. Ryan knew what he meant, though there was nothing going on between himself and Brendon, Gabe scared him enough to keep him silent. “See you around.” Gabe’s smirk returned as he went up the stairs.
Ryan waited until Gabe was out of sight, quickly making his way to the bathroom and locking himself inside, having a mini panic attack. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling or thinking these things about Brendon; but he couldn’t help it. He wanted Brendon. He wanted Brendon bad.
Ryan sighed and buried his face in his knees, letting his heart slow down and let the nausea pass. He had no idea Brendon was going through the nearly same thing next door. They were both extremely oblivious to something it took everyone else a maximum five minutes to notice.
They were undeniably head over heels for each other.
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Gabe more or less decided that, since he gave up precious time, a party should be held in his honor. So, when the sun was getting ready to call it a day, a large bonfire was set up on the private section of beach Brendon owned; very club-like music blasting from the speakers on the bar aligned with more alcohol than Ryan had ever seen. He remembered being told that Gabe liked to drink though and he assumed the music was of his selection as well. It was just like the party that occurred a few days prior, only a lot flashier by Gabe’s extravagant tastes.
After an hour or two, Ryan got overcome by all the blasting techno music and increasingly drunk persons so he headed down for the waters edge to get some peace from it all. The music and chatter was carried by the light breeze down to Ryan, words indistinct and distant which was how he liked it. He wanted to leave and go to the hotel but Spencer wouldn’t let him, commandeering the keys to the car Brendon let him borrow then making sure the few people Ryan would trust to drive him knew that he wasn’t to get a ride from any of them so that he would have to stay.
Ryan sat in the sand, staring out at the shimmering reflection of the bright white moon against the calm ocean; hugging his knees to his chest with his chin resting on top and feet stripped so he could feel the cold water against his skin. He wasn’t a huge fan of water but there was something about feeling it against his bare skin that calmed him to a certain extent. “There you are.” Ryan turned his head to glance back towards the fire he escaped from, seeing the silhouette of a person walking towards him. “Why are you down here all by yourself?” He recognized the voice to be Brendon’s.
“Headache,” Ryan mumbled, his stomach twisting unsettling. Brendon walked down to where Ryan sat and lowered himself into the sand as well, matching Ryan’s position.
“Want anything for it?” Brendon asked, keeping some distance between their bodies. He and Ryan had been somewhat avoiding each other ever since Ryan got over his mini panic attack and removed himself from the bathroom.
“No thanks,” Ryan said in response, his knees limiting how much his mouth could move therefore jumbling his words a bit. “’m just fine here.” Brendon hummed lightly in response, forcing his eyes to look out at the water instead of the beams of moonlight that settled just perfectly over Ryan’s pale skin.
“There’s plenty of stuff to drink still.” Brendon suggested. “Alex brought plenty of food, too.”
“I’m fine.” Ryan replied monotonously, stretching his toes and splashing them lightly in the water.
“Ryan…” Brendon turned his head to look to the other boy, a frown on his face. “Did I…do something to upset you earlier?”
“What?” Ryan looked at Brendon as well; the man automatically adverting his eyes. Mainly from nerves. “No, of course not.” Ryan’s eyebrows pulled together with confusion. Brendon was perfect; of course he couldn’t upset Ryan. It more so Ryan’s own conflicting feelings that kept him from opening up too much. “Why would you think that?”
“Well…it’s felt like you’ve kinda been avoiding me since earlier in the music room…” Brendon looked to the dark sand beneath them; the water washing over his sandals. “And I don’t know why.”
“Oh…” Ryan turned his face back towards the water, watching the waves roll up towards the beach in the moonlight. He really didn’t have an answer for that one though. “I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything.” He spoke quietly. Brendon bit his lip, unconvinced, and released his knees.
“I know…I know you don’t like water,” Brendon took a deep breath, “but I’d love to take you on the boat right now.” Ryan’s stomach shifted a little more. “There’s this reef I know of that looks really pretty in this bright moonlight. Certain fish only come out at night.” He shrugged, pushing his fingers into the sand between his legs. “You don’t have to…I mean, I kn-“
“Sure.” Ryan’s mouth moved far faster than his brain did. He realized his mistake quickly but knew there was really no taking that back. “I…anything to get away from this for a few minutes before my head explodes.” He tried to add a slight joke to mask how he wasn’t too keen on being out on the water; especially at night.
“Yeah?” Brendon perked up some, looking back to Ryan. “You…you really want to?”
“Yeah.” Ryan took a deep breath, releasing his knees and exhaling slowly. “I really want to.” Brendon was barely able to refrain from releasing an excited squeal, pushing himself up from the sand and reaching down to help Ryan up. He twisted his fingers in with Ryan’s, guiding him along the edge of the water to where his boat had been tied up again. Ryan let Brendon drag him along, repeatedly telling himself that he would be okay.
Not that he was afraid for his life or anything. He was afraid of acting stupid and ruining whatever it was he and Brendon had.
“So, I know it’s really hard to see and everything, but my favorite time to go out is at night when everything is calm and quiet,” Brendon said, feet kicking the water up as he hurriedly walked; dragging Ryan along. Sand clung to Ryan’s feet as he followed Brendon, unable to see much ahead of him and clutching Brendon’s hand tightly for reassurance.
The boat was docked around a curve on the beach edge, Ryan no longer able to see the tall blazing bonfire where everyone was still partying away. He knew that, should they go looking, they would discover both he and Brendon were gone and make connections that didn’t exist; but Ryan really didn’t care anymore. They could think whatever they wanted. He was too busy worrying about not letting any of those accusations come true. “Just walk carefully and let me guide you,” Brendon said, Ryan nodding even if Brendon couldn’t see him.
Brendon walked slower, leading Ryan down the dock to the boat which rocked gently at the end. He let go of Ryan’s hand and jumped down into the boat, turning back to where Ryan stood above him on the wood, reaching both arms up to Ryan as though he was a small child. “Take my hands.” Brendon instructed, Ryan bending down apprehensively and slipping his fingers into the other mans. “Don’t think, okay? Just hold onto my hands and let me guide you.” Ryan shut his eyes momentarily and nodded, Brendon waiting until he was ready. Ryan didn’t know why he didn’t like the water that much but it did.
“Step down onto the ladder. Hold onto my hands as tightly as you need to keep your balance.” Brendon felt the boat swaying beneath his feet and didn’t want Ryan to get any more freaked out or uncomfortable than he was. Ryan slowly shifted his bare foot from the wood of the dock, dropping it down to the thin metal step of the ladder used to assist getting on and off the dock. Brendon felt Ryan clutch his fingers even tighter, stepping back a tiny bit to give Ryan space; Ryan slipping and falling forward.
Ryan squeaked as he fell forward, Brendon quickly pulling his fingers from Ryan’s grip to be able to catch him; stumbling backwards on the boat but managing to remain standing; Ryan nearly wrapped around his body in fear. “Hey, I got you.” Brendon said, Ryan’s bony arms pushing tightly into his sides. “You’re fine, Ryan.”
“Yeah…yeah…” Ryan muttered to himself for reassurance, nodding his head against Brendon’s shoulder and loosening his muscles so he wasn’t crushing Brendon. “I really hate these things…” Brendon laughed and kept his arms around Ryan, taking in the feeling of Ryan’s frame in as he was pressed closely. “Sorry,” Ryan mumbled, letting go of Brendon but staying close. Brendon stepped around Ryan to untie the boat again, tossing the rope up onto the dock for later.
“Come on.” Brendon smiled, taking Ryan’s hand again and walking to the wheel. Ryan took the seat he had the previous day, hugging himself as Brendon opened a little compartment and extracted the key; sticking it into the ignition then turning it on. “It’s not far from here.” He pulled the gas lightly and turned the wheel to back the boat away and out towards the water. Ryan pulled his legs up, pushing himself back into the seat, and shut his eyes to let Brendon do what he needed.
Once far enough to turn the boat, Brendon pushed the gear up, not too far to keep the noise down, and let the boat smoothly move in the direction of his absolute favorite reef; hoping that the moon was where it was supposed to be in the sky. He watched Ryan from the corner of his eye to make sure he was doing okay, regretting not having anything on the boat to keep Ryan warm. There was a light, chilly breeze, Brendon used to it, but the way Ryan hugged himself showed that he wasn’t.
When Brendon neared his destination, he turned the engine almost completely off, the boat moving very subtly across the water; almost not at all. Ryan opened his eyes and saw that they were practically in the middle of nowhere, seeing only the moon in the sky and it’s reflection in the water around them. “Give me a minute.” Brendon told Ryan with a soft smile, turning the wheel gently before turning the engine off a few moments later. “Alright; we’re here.”
“Very…nice…” Ryan was very confused, looking around at the vast nothingness surrounding them.
“You can’t see anything from here.” Brendon rolled his eyes, sighing into a smile as he reached out for Ryan again. With almost no hesitation, Ryan reached for Brendon’s hand and let himself be lifted from the seat, guided to the front of the stationary boat that was surrounded with padded cushions for seating. “Look over the edge.” Brendon said, Ryan twisting their hands as they approached the side so he wouldn’t accidentally fall over.
It’s not like Brendon much minded.
Ryan climbed onto the seat on his knees, grabbing the safety railing with his other hand and waiting for Brendon to sit down beside him before peering over the side. Through the crystal water, highlighted by the moonlight, he could see large coral reefs in which a variety of fish contently swam over. They didn’t seem to care about the boat, some swimming up to it in curiosity while others just went about their own business. Ryan’s grip on both the railing and Brendon loosened, his lips curving up into a small smile, staring into the water with amazement. “Wow…” he breathed out, Brendon’s smile growing at Ryan’s positive reaction.
“Told you.” Brendon proudly replied, laying his head on his arm on the railing. “I love coming out here when I can’t sleep because it’s really relaxing; especially when the moon is bright like it is tonight.” Ryan looked at Brendon, seeing his serene face highlighted by the moon. It took his breath away.
“It’s really kind of amazing.” Ryan agreed with a smile, still staring at Brendon. He wasn’t talking about the water. The boat rocked them gently, Ryan’s hand dropping from the railing and thumb brushing along Brendon’s skin. Brendon looked at Ryan to see the other man staring at him, blushing and dropping his eyes down. “Hey, Bren?” Ryan’s voice was quiet and shy, his heart gradually picking up speed as Brendon looked at Ryan to see what he wanted.
With the bright moonlight streaming down, Ryan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against Brendon’s in a nervous and not fully sure kiss. Brendon’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Ryan’s lips against his, mouth frozen as Ryan pulled away. Ryan’s cheeks instantly flushed and he looked down, letting go of Brendon’s hand and feeling nauseous. “R-Ryan?” Brendon shakily asked, shocked more than anything.
“I…I’m sorry…” Ryan mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. It was silent for a moment, a few fish making little splashes, before Brendon tilted Ryan’s chin up and pressing their lips together again. He moved his lips a tiny bit, moving Ryan’s as well, sliding his hand around to Ryan’s hair, bringing his other up as well, holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan was a little taken back but didn’t pull away, going back to holding the railing with one hand to steady himself.
Slowly Brendon leaned forward more, causing Ryan to lean back, sliding his legs around to let Brendon awkwardly straddle him on the seats as neither pulled away even to breathe. Brendon’s teeth grazed Ryan’s lower lip, trying not to let things get hasty or overly heated because if they were getting into something more than ‘friendly’, he didn’t want it to be rushed.
And Ryan appreciated that.
“B-Bren…” Ryan breathed out, having to pull away before he suffocated. “We…we should get back….” Brendon let go of Ryan’s hair and sat up onto his knees again, feeling again that he did something wrong. Ryan noticed Brendon’s face and pulled himself up, leaning enough to kiss Brendon lightly again; smiling coyly.
“I never said we couldn’t continue it when we got back.”
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A/N--- I win >D
Oh, and, not to offend any of you religious people, but here's how it really is. God hates Satan because Satan made Jesus his bitch.
Carry on.
xoxo Tabi