"You're Sweet. Like A Blueberry Muffin" [1/?]
Title: "You're Sweet. Like A Blueberry Muffin"
Authors: Gary and KimWilliam.
Pairing: Starts off as RyanxBrendon, but is really RyanxWilliam.
Rating: NC-17+
POV: Interchangeable.
Summary: "Damn those horny fan girls (and boys)..."
Disclaimer: Not in ANY way real. All fictional. We do not own nor believe anything that is writen here. All in good fun.
Authors Notes: Please excuse us. This is our first slash ever, we write in the wee hours of the morning and have no fucking idea what we're doing. So if you would like to make a correction or suggestion, drop a comment. We love comments. :)
Edit: In this chapter, we chaged who writes which POV. We'll finally decide who is who next chapter.
Posted By: William.
-Ryan's POV-
Let me tell you something. When you're my size, and you're in love with someone bigger than you, like Brendon, that may cause a problem. It's good to know he cares and all, because constantly he's all gentle before I yell at him for it.
The night we got back from tour (which was last night), it had been at least 3 months since Brendon and I did... well... you know... each other. The last time was in the tour bus and when we were close to climax, Jon and Spencer HAD to walk in. They never let us live it down.
Fun times, fun times.
So, back to last night. I look over to see him lying next to me now, still asleep. We were pretty active, so don't blame him. I can barely remember all of last night's acts. But I can tell you it must have been pretty crazy judging by the throbbing in between my legs. I remember only the following:
We ran up the stair, his hand in mine. I sprinted down the hall, dragging Brendon behind me, quickly dodging into my room. As he closed the door behind us, I quickly removed my clothes, the only barrier between Brendon and I. As he followed suit, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, anxiety bolting through every part of me. As Brendon fumbled through the dresser drawer across the room to get the necessary "tools", I become impatient. I can vaguely remember me getting angry with Brendon and telling him to forget it. After that, I really can't remember.
I break out of my thoughts to Brendon's mumbling as he turns in his sleep. God, he's so peaceful when he's asleep. So beautiful. There's a faint knock on the door. I let out a sigh of slight frustration as I wriggle out of bed, making sure not to wake the peaceful sleeper.
As I walk to the door, I glance at the clock. It's noon. I look out the peep-hole to see who it is, since I'm not exactly dressed. Outside my door stood a taller boy with long, tangly brown hair brushing his shoulders. I smile immediately, recognizing the familiar face.
I open the door slightly, just wide enough to wrap my head around. "Hey William!" I greet the boy happily. "Long time, no see, hm?"
William smiles back with a warm, kind smile.
"Hey, Ryan. I got some news for you. Mind if I come in?" he asked.
"Uh..." I look between me and the door, my bare flesh pressed against the cold metal. "I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion."
"Eh, it's okay," he replies with a shrug that pushes his brown hair up a bit, moving it to different spots.
"Er... okay. But lemme warn you, you said so." I swing the door wide to let him in.
He walks in, proceeding to tell me why he's here.
"Okay, so I got some news today abou-" he stops as he turns around to see me completely nude. I see his eyes get wide and a blush creep upon his pale skin. He apparently speechless.
"Jesus Ryan!" he says turning away slightly, looking anywhere but to the lower half of me.
I let out a good laugh. "God William, I told you!"
I can't help but notice how cute he looks with his face slightly pink.
-William's POV-
I walk in and start, "Okay, so I got some news today abou-" but I am cut off by Ryan being completely naked. I feel the faint heat of a blush creep onto my face. "Jesus Ryan!", I said as I reluctantly turn away for two reasons; One is he is naked and Two so he doesn't see me blush. Damnit William (or Beckett) why're you blushing!? You're not gay! I start to feel a familiar pressure in my tight jeans.
My eyes widen as I realize that I am getting a hard on. I know it will be quickly visible as a bulge in my jeans. So I decide to just sit right there on the floor cross legged, my hands resting on my thighs trying to cover up the near obvious erection in my tight jeans. Why am I getting hard!? I Panic. My heart begins to pound in my ribcage. "I uhh I am here to tell you we go into The Bubble in a week. Pete wanted me to remind you." I stammer. "A-and that there will be some surprise condition while living there in the bubble that the fans picked.." I continue.
I stuttered because since I was sitting down somewhere behind me Ryan's dick was at level with my head.
Upon finishing the news, I try to wrack my brain for any information that needed to be said. But the image of what's standing behind me is too distracting, that nice big, pen- I mean image. "Um..." I get out, lifting myself from the floor slowly, making sure to keep my back faced to Ryan for the two reasons as before.
"I-I g-guess that's it. I'll see you later!" I turn slightly and wave 'good bye' but Ryan is already turning around to go back to his room. I learned two things that day, One Ryan has a nice dick and Two Ryan has a nice ass. I then pretty much dashed from the apartment.
--------Night Before The Bubble--------
-Ryan's POV-
It was the night before we went into the bubble, and I being the procrastinator I am had just started packing earlier that evening. Brendon was over to help me. "God, Hun you procrastinate.. a lot" He said to me. I was currently bent over looking through my closet for my pin striped pants. Lately it had been hard to push the mental image of William blushing out of my mind. It was the cutest face! Once during the week while Brendon and I were doing it I gasped out William's name. Good thing Brendon didn't hear; It was covered up by his loud moans and groans. My thought were then suddenly interrupted by Brendon pressing his crotch against my ass and grasping my hips. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. "I get so hot and bothered when you bend over like that...." He says to me in a voice full of need. I can tell just how hot and bothered he is by the bulge up against my behind. I, too, get turned on by this and harden. I can't I must finish packing! But we do only need this one pair of pants we are nearly done.... Well We will be stuck in a Bubble where EVERYONE will be able to see what we do... I guess we shou-Gah just fuck already! A smile breaks out on my face. Brendon and I quickly remove our clothing down to our boxers. He then proceeds to get down on his knees. He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and quickly pulls down my boxers to my ankles, unleashing my completely hard 6 1/2 inch manhood. He quickly takes my length into his hot wet mouth. Ahhh Brendon's blow jobs are AMAZING!! I habitually put my hands on his head and run my fingers through his hair, guiding his bobbing head. He'd flick his tongue over my head causing me to gasp or take all of it in his mouth until his nose was tickled by my brown pubic hairs, my head entering his throat slightly. Within minutes I cum in his mouth and he drinks every drop. Even though I had just came, I was still hard. Now here comes the real fun... He leads me to the bed but I stop him, "you still have your boxers on... That's a problem.." I said as I engage him in a passionate kiss and begin to push his boxers down. We reluctantly part, panting. Brendon steps out of his boxers. I stare at his thick, 7 inch dick , not being able to wait until it is inside me. I get onto the bed on all fours. Brendon grabs a bottle of lotion and coats his middle and index fingers then inserts them into my waiting hole. I moan slightly as he pushed his fingers in and out, in and out. The brown haired boy adds a third finger making me groan out loud. "you're almost ready..." he said eagerly as he scissored me so his thick rod wouldn't hurt me as much when he entered. He pulled his fingers out making me whine a bit but his fingers are nothing compared to what'll happen next. "Wait.." he said, "Get on your back... I want to see your face while I fuck you." I obey and get onto my back, then spread my legs and put my ass up in the air a little. He positions himself and then begins to push the head inside. I clench my eyes and wrench my face as the extreme pleasure begins. He shoves it in inch, by inch until all of it was inside of my tight warmth. I relaxed a little bit. He then pulled it almost all the out, but then shoved it all back in, his head grazing my prostate, making me moan his name. "Ooh Brendon! ha-harder!" I manage to say in between moans and groans. He complies and begins to go in farther hitting my prostate making me nearly cum again. A few more thrusts like that and I shoot my hot white seed all over Brendon and I. My body tenses causing me to tighten, two more thrusts and I feel Brendon release inside of me. He pulls his softening member out and he rolls over. Both of us panting and near sleep he manages to wrap his arms around me and kisses me good night.
-William's POV-
My mind raced at the same pace my heart pounded against my ribcage, which, mind you, was fast. Over the past couple of days in between now and the day I had my encounter with Ryan, I've been feeling... funny. I'd been having very... interesting dreams about Ryan. Ryan. My heart stopped for a moment at the mere thought of his name. Because with his name came a picture. The picture of a boy, with soft brown hair, even softer brown eyes, flesh softer on the eyes than to the touch, and rough curves jutting from his hips.
I felt heat rise to my face and pressure rise in my jeans. "Damn it," I mused out loud, doing my best not to think about my 'situation'. I continued to pack, since tomorrow was Band In A Bubble. And the fact that both The Academy Is... AND Panic! At The Disco would be going made me uneasy.
I had heard there'd be a surprise voted in by the fans. A surprise that would send us all through a miserable reality of cruel torture for everyone's enjoyment.
--------Day One Of The Bubble-------
-William's POV-
I walked into the big, clear building that would be my home for the next three months. I sighed. I had my bags with me and walked in with the rest of my band. Panic! was already inside. As I entered my eyes immediately went to Ryan; My heart began to beat faster. "Okay, so now that we have both bands here we can get started" the Producer said as we sat down on one of the couches. The Bubble was contemporarily furnished. It looked kinda like the houses do on the Real World except out 'house' was spherical a clear. Oh and instead of just the cameras the camera men had there were a bunch of web cams all through the house, even one in the shower, where the whole world could watch us. Maybe I can watch Ryan shower... I muse. My eyes widen and a begin to blush as I realize what I just thought. I then began to imagine it and a grin broke out on my face. I felt myself hardening in my jeans. I was brought back to reality when the producer said "Okay! You guys got that?" I then noticed I had spaced out thinking about Ryan. I still kinda wonder what the guy said.. Hmm Guess I'll never know. "I can't believe we have to share beds...." Mike said. "WHAT!?" I said surprised. Damn those horny fan girls (and boys)... "Yeah Will. Weren't you listening? I gotta share a bed with Brendon...," he said unenthusiastically. "Wait who do I share one with?," I asked him half hoping it was Ryan and half hoping it wasn't. Mike had paused and thought a second then said, "Ryan and Chizzie" "Ryan!?" I said surprised, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. Then it sunk in that he had said 'and Chizzie' "Wait why do I have one extra?", I asked, a bit mad I wouldn't be alone with Ryan in bed. "There are five of us... Four of them... Do the math, Will." he said in a 'isn't that kind of obvious' voice.
-Ryan's POV-
I let out a sigh as Brendon, Spencer, Jon and I wait for The Academy Is... to show up. We sat around on the couches, my eyes wandering like mad trying to get used to this place, seeing as we'd be here for the next three months. Lovely.
I look over to see TAI finally start filing in and sitting down. My eyes fell upon William from afar and then I quickly turned away and concentrated on Brendon. I almost immediately feel heat rising to my face. What the fuck? I've known William for a long while now. Why am I feeling like this suddenly? I shake my head as I tune in and out of what the producer is saying. I tune in and out of the conversation, but my attention is captured fully when they start to tell us whom we will be bunking with. And dear God, I almost jump out of my couch in shock and happiness when I find out who I'll be sharing MY bed with. "Ryan Ross, William Beckett and Michael Chislett, you've got room 3," the producer says without emotion. I look over to take a quick glance at William and smile.
-------That Night-------
-William's POV-
I sighed as Chizzie, Ryan and I got ready for bed. The night was crazy. It was almost 3:30 in the morning. We'd been up partying most of the night. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Ryan the whole night. I was nervous when it came to bed time. I wanted to but at the same time didn't want to sleep next to Ryan. 'Hmm I want to sleep by him.. It'll probably be the closest I will get to ever being with him since he has Brendon....' I thought to myself. Then a moment later Brendon walked into our room, "Speak of the devil..." I murmured. He went over behind Ryan and placed his hands on his waist. 'You lucky bastard... I envy you Brendon... I really do..' I thought as Ryan turned around and began to make out with the other boy. What I wouldn't have given to be Brendon right there and then. Finally the two lovebirds stop when Brendon put his hands in Ryan's pajama bottom pants. I sighed in relief. I thought I was going to go mad if I had to watch him ravish Ryan like that much longer. But then they started up again and then Brendon began to pull off Ryan's bottoms; slightly exposing his ass. I couldn't help but stare at his cute little rear end, but sadly he forced his pajama pants back up. I felt myself blush a bit when I realized I had been staring at his ass. I glared at Brendon. he really didn't know how lucky he was or how much I envied him. 'Aww he looks so cute all embarrassed!' I thought to myself. Chizzie breaks the awkward silence with a just as awkward laugh. "Okay..." Chizzie said, "How is this going to work" he continued referring to the bed. We look blankly at each other seeing who might have a solution. 'I Hope I am next to Ryan, I Hope I am next to Ryan, I Hope I am next to Ryan' I chant in my head. I look up at Ryan to see if he has any ideas. "Uh... Maybe... William can sleep on that side," He says as he points to the other side of the bed, "and then Chizzie, and then I." He finishes. I then realize I won't be sleeping next to him and get hit with a wave of disappointment. 'He must know I like him.... I didn't think I was that obvious... Just the occasional stare.. He must think I am ugly... that's it... That is why... I am so ugly compared to his Brendon and he doesn't want ugly guys doing stuff to him while he sleeps... he's afraid I'd do something... But I guess I really couldn't help sneaking just the slightest touch as he slept....' I went on a mental rant. If I wasn't too busy ranting I would've noticed the look look of unimaginable sadness upon his cute face sooner. I wondered what made him like that.
-Ryan's POV-
I let out a sigh as we all begin to get ready for bed. Thankfully, the bed that I share with William and Chizzie is quite a bit bigger than all the other, seeing as all three of us must be housed there. I let out another sigh before stripping down to my boxers and then slipping on my pajamas. Out of the corner of my eye, I'm pretty sure that William is staring at me. I smile slightly and shake my head.
My body tenses as I feel hands slip around my waist and a body press behind my back. "Hey" I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I smile as I put my hands on the arms around my waist. "Hey Brendon," I reply softly.
He gently turns me around so I am facing him. But I don't have much time to take in the wonderful sight that is my boyfriend before he pretty much attacks me with his mouth. Oh, believe me, I'm NOT complaining.
We just get alittle too carried away. Brendon tries to push for more. I feel his hands slide down my pajama pants and rest on my ass. I regretfully pull away for a moment to breathe and to remind him that Chizzie and William are still there. I get no sure words out before Brendon jams his tongue in my mouth. Can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I let him have his way for a little while longer, before I feel my pants slide down, exposing my ass to William and Michael. I immediately grab my bottoms and hoist them back up, pulling away from Brendon. Heat immediately rushed to my face. I look over to the other guys apologetically, only to notice a small glare coming from William, burning it's way through Brendon, who is mumbling his good-bye.
"Uh... sorry," I mumbled quietly. I look up sheepishly at Chizzie and William. Chizzie gives off a good, hearty laugh, ridding of some of the awkwardness in the air. "Okay..." Chizzie begins, looking at the one bed, "How is this going to work?" We exchange looks, hoping the other has an answer. 'I better not be sleeping next to William, I may attack him in my sleep.'Wait. I just made out with Brendon and now I'm thinking about William?! I shake my head and then William looks at me like I have the answer.
"Uh... Maybe... William can sleep on that side," and I point to the opposite side, "and then Chizzie, and then I." I looked up again just in time to receive a slightly dejected face from William. I frown. I felt an almost unbearable wave of sadness just from that one look. That's all it took.
Authors: Gary and KimWilliam.
Pairing: Starts off as RyanxBrendon, but is really RyanxWilliam.
Rating: NC-17+
POV: Interchangeable.
Summary: "Damn those horny fan girls (and boys)..."
Disclaimer: Not in ANY way real. All fictional. We do not own nor believe anything that is writen here. All in good fun.
Authors Notes: Please excuse us. This is our first slash ever, we write in the wee hours of the morning and have no fucking idea what we're doing. So if you would like to make a correction or suggestion, drop a comment. We love comments. :)
Edit: In this chapter, we chaged who writes which POV. We'll finally decide who is who next chapter.
Posted By: William.
-Ryan's POV-
Let me tell you something. When you're my size, and you're in love with someone bigger than you, like Brendon, that may cause a problem. It's good to know he cares and all, because constantly he's all gentle before I yell at him for it.
The night we got back from tour (which was last night), it had been at least 3 months since Brendon and I did... well... you know... each other. The last time was in the tour bus and when we were close to climax, Jon and Spencer HAD to walk in. They never let us live it down.
Fun times, fun times.
So, back to last night. I look over to see him lying next to me now, still asleep. We were pretty active, so don't blame him. I can barely remember all of last night's acts. But I can tell you it must have been pretty crazy judging by the throbbing in between my legs. I remember only the following:
We ran up the stair, his hand in mine. I sprinted down the hall, dragging Brendon behind me, quickly dodging into my room. As he closed the door behind us, I quickly removed my clothes, the only barrier between Brendon and I. As he followed suit, I positioned myself on the edge of the bed, anxiety bolting through every part of me. As Brendon fumbled through the dresser drawer across the room to get the necessary "tools", I become impatient. I can vaguely remember me getting angry with Brendon and telling him to forget it. After that, I really can't remember.
I break out of my thoughts to Brendon's mumbling as he turns in his sleep. God, he's so peaceful when he's asleep. So beautiful. There's a faint knock on the door. I let out a sigh of slight frustration as I wriggle out of bed, making sure not to wake the peaceful sleeper.
As I walk to the door, I glance at the clock. It's noon. I look out the peep-hole to see who it is, since I'm not exactly dressed. Outside my door stood a taller boy with long, tangly brown hair brushing his shoulders. I smile immediately, recognizing the familiar face.
I open the door slightly, just wide enough to wrap my head around. "Hey William!" I greet the boy happily. "Long time, no see, hm?"
William smiles back with a warm, kind smile.
"Hey, Ryan. I got some news for you. Mind if I come in?" he asked.
"Uh..." I look between me and the door, my bare flesh pressed against the cold metal. "I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion."
"Eh, it's okay," he replies with a shrug that pushes his brown hair up a bit, moving it to different spots.
"Er... okay. But lemme warn you, you said so." I swing the door wide to let him in.
He walks in, proceeding to tell me why he's here.
"Okay, so I got some news today abou-" he stops as he turns around to see me completely nude. I see his eyes get wide and a blush creep upon his pale skin. He apparently speechless.
"Jesus Ryan!" he says turning away slightly, looking anywhere but to the lower half of me.
I let out a good laugh. "God William, I told you!"
I can't help but notice how cute he looks with his face slightly pink.
-William's POV-
I walk in and start, "Okay, so I got some news today abou-" but I am cut off by Ryan being completely naked. I feel the faint heat of a blush creep onto my face. "Jesus Ryan!", I said as I reluctantly turn away for two reasons; One is he is naked and Two so he doesn't see me blush. Damnit William (or Beckett) why're you blushing!? You're not gay! I start to feel a familiar pressure in my tight jeans.
My eyes widen as I realize that I am getting a hard on. I know it will be quickly visible as a bulge in my jeans. So I decide to just sit right there on the floor cross legged, my hands resting on my thighs trying to cover up the near obvious erection in my tight jeans. Why am I getting hard!? I Panic. My heart begins to pound in my ribcage. "I uhh I am here to tell you we go into The Bubble in a week. Pete wanted me to remind you." I stammer. "A-and that there will be some surprise condition while living there in the bubble that the fans picked.." I continue.
I stuttered because since I was sitting down somewhere behind me Ryan's dick was at level with my head.
Upon finishing the news, I try to wrack my brain for any information that needed to be said. But the image of what's standing behind me is too distracting, that nice big, pen- I mean image. "Um..." I get out, lifting myself from the floor slowly, making sure to keep my back faced to Ryan for the two reasons as before.
"I-I g-guess that's it. I'll see you later!" I turn slightly and wave 'good bye' but Ryan is already turning around to go back to his room. I learned two things that day, One Ryan has a nice dick and Two Ryan has a nice ass. I then pretty much dashed from the apartment.
--------Night Before The Bubble--------
-Ryan's POV-
It was the night before we went into the bubble, and I being the procrastinator I am had just started packing earlier that evening. Brendon was over to help me. "God, Hun you procrastinate.. a lot" He said to me. I was currently bent over looking through my closet for my pin striped pants. Lately it had been hard to push the mental image of William blushing out of my mind. It was the cutest face! Once during the week while Brendon and I were doing it I gasped out William's name. Good thing Brendon didn't hear; It was covered up by his loud moans and groans. My thought were then suddenly interrupted by Brendon pressing his crotch against my ass and grasping my hips. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. "I get so hot and bothered when you bend over like that...." He says to me in a voice full of need. I can tell just how hot and bothered he is by the bulge up against my behind. I, too, get turned on by this and harden. I can't I must finish packing! But we do only need this one pair of pants we are nearly done.... Well We will be stuck in a Bubble where EVERYONE will be able to see what we do... I guess we shou-Gah just fuck already! A smile breaks out on my face. Brendon and I quickly remove our clothing down to our boxers. He then proceeds to get down on his knees. He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and quickly pulls down my boxers to my ankles, unleashing my completely hard 6 1/2 inch manhood. He quickly takes my length into his hot wet mouth. Ahhh Brendon's blow jobs are AMAZING!! I habitually put my hands on his head and run my fingers through his hair, guiding his bobbing head. He'd flick his tongue over my head causing me to gasp or take all of it in his mouth until his nose was tickled by my brown pubic hairs, my head entering his throat slightly. Within minutes I cum in his mouth and he drinks every drop. Even though I had just came, I was still hard. Now here comes the real fun... He leads me to the bed but I stop him, "you still have your boxers on... That's a problem.." I said as I engage him in a passionate kiss and begin to push his boxers down. We reluctantly part, panting. Brendon steps out of his boxers. I stare at his thick, 7 inch dick , not being able to wait until it is inside me. I get onto the bed on all fours. Brendon grabs a bottle of lotion and coats his middle and index fingers then inserts them into my waiting hole. I moan slightly as he pushed his fingers in and out, in and out. The brown haired boy adds a third finger making me groan out loud. "you're almost ready..." he said eagerly as he scissored me so his thick rod wouldn't hurt me as much when he entered. He pulled his fingers out making me whine a bit but his fingers are nothing compared to what'll happen next. "Wait.." he said, "Get on your back... I want to see your face while I fuck you." I obey and get onto my back, then spread my legs and put my ass up in the air a little. He positions himself and then begins to push the head inside. I clench my eyes and wrench my face as the extreme pleasure begins. He shoves it in inch, by inch until all of it was inside of my tight warmth. I relaxed a little bit. He then pulled it almost all the out, but then shoved it all back in, his head grazing my prostate, making me moan his name. "Ooh Brendon! ha-harder!" I manage to say in between moans and groans. He complies and begins to go in farther hitting my prostate making me nearly cum again. A few more thrusts like that and I shoot my hot white seed all over Brendon and I. My body tenses causing me to tighten, two more thrusts and I feel Brendon release inside of me. He pulls his softening member out and he rolls over. Both of us panting and near sleep he manages to wrap his arms around me and kisses me good night.
-William's POV-
My mind raced at the same pace my heart pounded against my ribcage, which, mind you, was fast. Over the past couple of days in between now and the day I had my encounter with Ryan, I've been feeling... funny. I'd been having very... interesting dreams about Ryan. Ryan. My heart stopped for a moment at the mere thought of his name. Because with his name came a picture. The picture of a boy, with soft brown hair, even softer brown eyes, flesh softer on the eyes than to the touch, and rough curves jutting from his hips.
I felt heat rise to my face and pressure rise in my jeans. "Damn it," I mused out loud, doing my best not to think about my 'situation'. I continued to pack, since tomorrow was Band In A Bubble. And the fact that both The Academy Is... AND Panic! At The Disco would be going made me uneasy.
I had heard there'd be a surprise voted in by the fans. A surprise that would send us all through a miserable reality of cruel torture for everyone's enjoyment.
--------Day One Of The Bubble-------
-William's POV-
I walked into the big, clear building that would be my home for the next three months. I sighed. I had my bags with me and walked in with the rest of my band. Panic! was already inside. As I entered my eyes immediately went to Ryan; My heart began to beat faster. "Okay, so now that we have both bands here we can get started" the Producer said as we sat down on one of the couches. The Bubble was contemporarily furnished. It looked kinda like the houses do on the Real World except out 'house' was spherical a clear. Oh and instead of just the cameras the camera men had there were a bunch of web cams all through the house, even one in the shower, where the whole world could watch us. Maybe I can watch Ryan shower... I muse. My eyes widen and a begin to blush as I realize what I just thought. I then began to imagine it and a grin broke out on my face. I felt myself hardening in my jeans. I was brought back to reality when the producer said "Okay! You guys got that?" I then noticed I had spaced out thinking about Ryan. I still kinda wonder what the guy said.. Hmm Guess I'll never know. "I can't believe we have to share beds...." Mike said. "WHAT!?" I said surprised. Damn those horny fan girls (and boys)... "Yeah Will. Weren't you listening? I gotta share a bed with Brendon...," he said unenthusiastically. "Wait who do I share one with?," I asked him half hoping it was Ryan and half hoping it wasn't. Mike had paused and thought a second then said, "Ryan and Chizzie" "Ryan!?" I said surprised, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. Then it sunk in that he had said 'and Chizzie' "Wait why do I have one extra?", I asked, a bit mad I wouldn't be alone with Ryan in bed. "There are five of us... Four of them... Do the math, Will." he said in a 'isn't that kind of obvious' voice.
-Ryan's POV-
I let out a sigh as Brendon, Spencer, Jon and I wait for The Academy Is... to show up. We sat around on the couches, my eyes wandering like mad trying to get used to this place, seeing as we'd be here for the next three months. Lovely.
I look over to see TAI finally start filing in and sitting down. My eyes fell upon William from afar and then I quickly turned away and concentrated on Brendon. I almost immediately feel heat rising to my face. What the fuck? I've known William for a long while now. Why am I feeling like this suddenly? I shake my head as I tune in and out of what the producer is saying. I tune in and out of the conversation, but my attention is captured fully when they start to tell us whom we will be bunking with. And dear God, I almost jump out of my couch in shock and happiness when I find out who I'll be sharing MY bed with. "Ryan Ross, William Beckett and Michael Chislett, you've got room 3," the producer says without emotion. I look over to take a quick glance at William and smile.
-------That Night-------
-William's POV-
I sighed as Chizzie, Ryan and I got ready for bed. The night was crazy. It was almost 3:30 in the morning. We'd been up partying most of the night. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Ryan the whole night. I was nervous when it came to bed time. I wanted to but at the same time didn't want to sleep next to Ryan. 'Hmm I want to sleep by him.. It'll probably be the closest I will get to ever being with him since he has Brendon....' I thought to myself. Then a moment later Brendon walked into our room, "Speak of the devil..." I murmured. He went over behind Ryan and placed his hands on his waist. 'You lucky bastard... I envy you Brendon... I really do..' I thought as Ryan turned around and began to make out with the other boy. What I wouldn't have given to be Brendon right there and then. Finally the two lovebirds stop when Brendon put his hands in Ryan's pajama bottom pants. I sighed in relief. I thought I was going to go mad if I had to watch him ravish Ryan like that much longer. But then they started up again and then Brendon began to pull off Ryan's bottoms; slightly exposing his ass. I couldn't help but stare at his cute little rear end, but sadly he forced his pajama pants back up. I felt myself blush a bit when I realized I had been staring at his ass. I glared at Brendon. he really didn't know how lucky he was or how much I envied him. 'Aww he looks so cute all embarrassed!' I thought to myself. Chizzie breaks the awkward silence with a just as awkward laugh. "Okay..." Chizzie said, "How is this going to work" he continued referring to the bed. We look blankly at each other seeing who might have a solution. 'I Hope I am next to Ryan, I Hope I am next to Ryan, I Hope I am next to Ryan' I chant in my head. I look up at Ryan to see if he has any ideas. "Uh... Maybe... William can sleep on that side," He says as he points to the other side of the bed, "and then Chizzie, and then I." He finishes. I then realize I won't be sleeping next to him and get hit with a wave of disappointment. 'He must know I like him.... I didn't think I was that obvious... Just the occasional stare.. He must think I am ugly... that's it... That is why... I am so ugly compared to his Brendon and he doesn't want ugly guys doing stuff to him while he sleeps... he's afraid I'd do something... But I guess I really couldn't help sneaking just the slightest touch as he slept....' I went on a mental rant. If I wasn't too busy ranting I would've noticed the look look of unimaginable sadness upon his cute face sooner. I wondered what made him like that.
-Ryan's POV-
I let out a sigh as we all begin to get ready for bed. Thankfully, the bed that I share with William and Chizzie is quite a bit bigger than all the other, seeing as all three of us must be housed there. I let out another sigh before stripping down to my boxers and then slipping on my pajamas. Out of the corner of my eye, I'm pretty sure that William is staring at me. I smile slightly and shake my head.
My body tenses as I feel hands slip around my waist and a body press behind my back. "Hey" I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I smile as I put my hands on the arms around my waist. "Hey Brendon," I reply softly.
He gently turns me around so I am facing him. But I don't have much time to take in the wonderful sight that is my boyfriend before he pretty much attacks me with his mouth. Oh, believe me, I'm NOT complaining.
We just get alittle too carried away. Brendon tries to push for more. I feel his hands slide down my pajama pants and rest on my ass. I regretfully pull away for a moment to breathe and to remind him that Chizzie and William are still there. I get no sure words out before Brendon jams his tongue in my mouth. Can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I let him have his way for a little while longer, before I feel my pants slide down, exposing my ass to William and Michael. I immediately grab my bottoms and hoist them back up, pulling away from Brendon. Heat immediately rushed to my face. I look over to the other guys apologetically, only to notice a small glare coming from William, burning it's way through Brendon, who is mumbling his good-bye.
"Uh... sorry," I mumbled quietly. I look up sheepishly at Chizzie and William. Chizzie gives off a good, hearty laugh, ridding of some of the awkwardness in the air. "Okay..." Chizzie begins, looking at the one bed, "How is this going to work?" We exchange looks, hoping the other has an answer. 'I better not be sleeping next to William, I may attack him in my sleep.'Wait. I just made out with Brendon and now I'm thinking about William?! I shake my head and then William looks at me like I have the answer.
"Uh... Maybe... William can sleep on that side," and I point to the opposite side, "and then Chizzie, and then I." I looked up again just in time to receive a slightly dejected face from William. I frown. I felt an almost unbearable wave of sadness just from that one look. That's all it took.