Articulation
“Hey,” Brendon greeted Ryan as he sat in the barstool next to him and order himself a beer.
"Hey," Ryan replied, glancing over at Brendon and raising an eyebrow.
"What on earth are you wearing?" he asked, looking Brendon over. He had on metallic silver pants and a candy apple red sparkly shirt.
“Catwalk is having a fashion show this weekend and the girls decided it would be fun to dress up the gay boy.”
Ryan laughed.
"Well you do work for a fashion magazine.”
Rolling his eyes playfully, Brendon took another swig of his beer.
"At least my job is fun. I get to play dress up from time to time," he retorted, sticking his tongue out at Ryan. He was acting like a five year old and Ryan told him so.
After their weekly rubbing against each other and messy hand jobs in the bathroom, they headed to the parking lot at the back of the building.
“You should’ve seen me before I took the wig and make-up off.”
Ryan laughed once more at the image.
“Oh I bet you looked beautiful.”
“Hottest girl you’ve ever seen.”
The laughter died down and quieted the air.
Ryan coughed, clearing his throat before confessing, “y’know I enjoy every Friday night.”
“Oh I’m sure you do,” Brendon winked.
“Yeah, but you’re good company.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
hey, Dylan and Clover need cat food (:
The text appeared on Brendon’s phone.
“Damn cats,” Brendon cursed. Ryan looked at him curiously.
“My roommate, Jon has cats and now I have to go and pick up some cat food. So I’ll see you next week, yeah?”
“Of course. Good luck with the fashion show.”
“Thanks.”
Brendon pecked Ryan’s lips, smiled brightly and walked away leaving Ryan longing.