truth or dare?
TITLE: truth or dare?
AUTHOR: therecordskipsx, which would be moi.
RATING: Rrrr, matey's. Almost-sex and cursing.
POV: Third.
PAIRING: Ryan/Brendon, mainly, with a bit of slightly-more-than-implied Spencer/Jon. Ooh!
SUMMARY: 4000 something words of the boys playing truth or dare, and things get awkward. Oh, and Brendon and Ryan can't sleep, and things get a little, erm, heated.
[Featuring mother!Spencer, tempermental!Brendon, annoying!Jon and regular boy!Ryan.]
DISCLAIMER: If this is true, I want video footage.
A/N: Not the first smut piece I've written, but the first I've thought to post. It probably sucks. Sorry.
“Hey man, look,” Ryan mutters, rapping lightly on the door with his knuckles and looking back to where Jon and Spencer are staring at him, waiting. He drops his voice slightly, because he hates to beg, he never begs. “Please, Bren? I know I’m an ass sometimes and...” He thunks his head against the wood panel of the door, his voice rising just slightly, so Brendon is sure to hear him. “Bren, Jesus, you’re acting like me!”
He smiles when he hears the rustling and thudding footsteps on the other side of the door. Score: Ross - One. Urie - Zero.
The door swings open violently, making Ryan stumble at the sudden lack of anything solid in front of him, and Brendon pushes by him and mumbles.
“I am not acting like you, Ross!” and it's in the most perfect imitation of his own annoyed voice that Ryan has ever heard. He palms the door frame to catch his balance, and spins around to follow Brendon into the living room with a smug smile on his face.
Brendon is already slouched into the couch, arms folded, lower lip stuck out just slightly further than normal. He’s glaring daggers at his lap, refusing to look at anyone. Ryan perches himself delicately on the arm of the opposite chair, since he’s pretty sure sitting near Brendon right now would be a really terrible idea resulting in serious pain.
“So, ah...” Spencer says, pointing his index finger in the air and raising his eyebrow. “Brendon, are you going to...ah, answer Ryan’s question, or...” he stifles a laugh, and Ryan shoots him a look. “Should we just let it be someone else’s turn, and you loose an article of clothing?”
Brendon raises his eyes from his lap long enough to kill Spencer with a glance, and pulls his sweater over his head and chucks it on the floor. He doesn’t say anything, just settles back into his defensive stance.
Jon chuckles, “Bren, man, you’re totally throwing a Ryan Ross Diva Fit©, for sure.”
Brendon bristles, clenching his fists, but doesn’t lift his head. “I am not,” he hisses through clenched fists, “throwing a fit, and I am not acting like Ryan.”
Ryan tilts his head to the side, a stray piece of hair falling over his forehead, and Jon chuckles. “Whatever, man.”
“And besides,” Ryan mutters, locking his hands over his knee, “You don’t need to talk about me like I’m the fucking plague or something, at least not while I’m in the room. We were playing Truth or Dare, Brendon. What do you expect?”
Everyone catches the look that Brendon gives Ryan, wide eyes and sorry written all over his face. Yeah, they are playing Truth or Dare, as juvenile as that is, and yeah, Brendon really should have seen it coming, and Brendon doesn’t really hate Ryan, not even close. Everyone catches the look that Brendon gives Ryan, but no one calls it, not even Jon.
Brendon fidgets and twists his fingers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. He glances around at each of them carefully.
“Sorry guy, uh...” He slaps his hands against his thighs and shrugs. “Not trying to be an asshole, and I guess now you guys know the answer anyways and uhh...” his cheeks flush slightly, and he looks up. “And yeah, Ry, I’m sorry, really. I’m an idiot. Just wasn’t really expecting that, is all.”
Ryan shrugs, falling off the arm of the chair into the seat. “S’okay, man,” he lands with a thud on the cushions. “Maybe shouldn’t have asked you that, I just didn’t think you actually would have, y’know, thought about a guy.”
Brendon flinches, Jon snickers, and Spencer elbows Jon in the side.
“Heyyy,” Jon grumbles, rubbing his side gingerly, shoving Spencer over.
“Asshole,” Spencer mutters, sitting up. But he smiles sideways at Jon and settles back into the couch with a slight blush on his cheeks, and everything’s cool. Brendon shrugs at Ryan, who is watching the dynamic between Spencer and Jon with a raised eyebrow. His eyes say, what’s up with them? and Brendon laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. I don’t know, his eyes say back, and then they settle on Ryan for a weird, palpable moment.
Ryan thinks, while his eyes are locked with Brendon’s, that there’s something he’s just not getting here, but he shakes it off and looks away, back to Jon and Spencer who are grinning at Brendon like they know some big, fucking hilarious secret. Brendon flushes and sinks into the couch. Ryan folds his hands and glances down.
“So, uh...Jon, your turn then?”
Jon’s mouth flashes sideways into a wolfish smile.
“Yeah. Ry, truth or dare?”
Ryan steeples his fingers and chews his lip.
“Uh, truth I guess.”
Brendon’s eyebrows shoot up, and Jon laughs, cackles, and looks at Spencer. Oh shit, Ryan thinks, what the fuck is...
“Have you ever thought about a guy like that?” Jon says pointedly with perfect emphasis, smirking at Ryan. Ryan gapes, blinks, flounders for a second. Brendon looks at him with a look that just screams payback’s a bitch, huh Ross?
Ryan opens and closes his mouth a couple times, looking from Brendon to Jon to Spencer and back.
“I, err,” he blows a strand of hair off his forehead. “I, I mean, yeah.”
Brendon's eyebrows shoot up again and Jon grins.
“But I mean,” Ryan rushes on, “at one point or another, don’t most guys? It’s not some weird thing, and it doesn’t mean anything.”
Jon just smiles this weird, crooked smile at Brendon, who rolls his eyes and rests his head on his hand. Spencer conceals a smile and whispers something to Jon. Ryan mentally kills himself, and sinks into the chair.
“Who was it?” Jon says with a chuckle. Ryan twitches.
“It’s not your turn anymore, asshole. Its Spencer's.”
Spencer looks at Ryan.
“Who was it, Ryan?”
“Who says I pick truth?” Ryan snaps back. Spencer rolls his eyes.
“’Cause you like, never pick dare. Now ‘fess up or get naked.”
Ryan groans and throws his blazer on the floor beside Brendon’s sweater.
“Very well then.” Spencer turns to Brendon.
“Your turn, dude.”
Brendon looks at Ryan, slumped in the chair. His eyes soften momentarily; he can feel how embarrassed Ryan is, even though he’s trying to hide it. He turns to Spencer.
“So, Spence, truth or dare?”
He glances back at Ryan and smiles. Ryan looks at him, thanks, man, and relaxes a little. You’re welcome, Brendon thinks, and turns back to think up a dare for Spencer.
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It’s dark outside, probably really late. Spencer and Jon are asleep on the couch and each other in various states of undress when Ryan comes stumbling out of the bathroom, yawning. It had been a good game, if childish, and the four of them had ended up doubled over with laughter and half naked by the end of it. He leans over to scoop up his clothes, bundling them in his arms.
“Hey,” Brendon’s voice comes from the couch. “Wanna throw me mine, too?”
“Sure, dude,” Ryan says quietly, throwing Brendon’s jeans and sweater in the direction of his voice.
“Thanks.” Brendon stands up and Ryan can see him now, barely, holding his clothes.
“No problem.” Ryan straightens up and turns to Jon and Spencer, sleeping softly on one another, a throw blanket twisted over them. “Let’s just...” he motions at them with his elbow, smiling.
“Yeah,” Brendon agrees, nodding. They look comfortable, and it won’t hurt anything to let them stay there. Ryan scratches his stomach and stretches while Brendon yawns.
“Bed,” Ryan says, and motions at the hall.
“Me too,” Brendon says, ambling off towards his room. “Night, Ry.”
Ryan yawns and heads towards the door to his room.
“Night, Bren.”
They both pause at their doors, looking at each other for a second, hands on the door knobs. Ryan thinks something about Brendon looking cute when he’s tired, and Brendon thinks he’s tired of sleeping alone. Then they both sort of half-smile at each other and push their doors open, throwing down their clothes and flopping into bed.
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Ryan’s door slides open silently, a slice of light falling over the body-shaped lump sprawled on his bed. Brendon pads across the floor and glances at the clock. 5:02 a.m. He was exhausted when he went to bed, and as soon as he hit the pillow he was wide awake. He thinks this is a bad idea, waking Ryan up, and he’s just about to turn around and go back to his own bed when Ryan rolls over and looks at him, silhouetted in the door frame.
“Can’t sleep?” Ryan mumbles.
“No,” Brendon sighs, rubbing his eyes. Ryan pats the bed and pulls the blanket back.
“Me either. C’mere.”
Brendon shuts the door, enveloping the room in darkness again, and stumbles blindly to the bed, climbing in next to Ryan and pulling the blankets up to his chest. They lie there on their backs for a while, before Ryan shifts a little, turning towards Brendon.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Brendon shrugs.
“Eh, thinking.”
Ryan rubs his face and sighs.
“Yeah? Small world. Me too.”
“Oh.” Brendon says, suddenly hyper-sensitively aware of how close they are. Duh, of course, they’re in the same bed, but...he stretches his fingers to test the distance between them, and finds them trailing over the side of Ryan’s stomach. Ryan jumps a little, and Brendon pulls his hand back, embarassed.
“Shit, you’re freezing!” Ryan mumbles, grabbing for Brendon’s hand and wrapping his fingers around it to warm it up.
“Not why I thought you were jumping,” Brendon laughs softly, honest. Ryan brings Brendon’s hand to his mouth, breathing hot air on his fingers.
“Nah, it’s cool. I wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want you to touch me.” He considers, still blowing lightly on Brendon’s hand. “That came out wrong, but...oh, you know what I mean.” He drops Brendon’s hand between them.
They lay there silently, Ryan on his side looking at Brendon in the dim light, Brendon with his eyes closed, fingers tingling on the backs of his knuckles where Ryan’s lips had brushed them.
“Y’know,” Brendon says, eyes still closed. “It’s 5 a.m., and you know how I get when I'm tired...stupid and honest. Or at least moreso than usual.”
Ryan laughs and watches Brendon swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Yeah,” he says, touching Brendon’s arm lightly. “Something in particular, or are you just feeling chatty?”
Brendon opens his eyes, fixing them on Ryan, and Ryan looks back unblinkingly.
“Earlier...” Brendon says, all too aware of the distance between their faces and the brush of Ryan’s fingers on his arm. “Y’know, earlier, I was...it...” He blinks slowly, glances away from Ryan, towards the dark corner of the room. “I’m sorry for being such an ass, it was just that, it was...y’know...you.” He looks back, and Ryan’s still there. So far, so good? he thinks, moving slightly so his legs are touching Ryan’s under the blankets, and Ryan’s fingers are still trailing over his arm.
“Oh. Yeah, uh...”
Brendon’s staring, he really can’t help it, at Ryan’s mouth, illuminated by the light from the window. He wants, he really wants to kiss him, and he doesn’t know why.
“Yeah, it’s...it was, it was you for me too.” Ryan says, barely.
Brendon blinks, opens and closes his mouth.
“Oh. I, uh...so.” He can’t help it. This has got to be a joke, right? “Really?”
“Mmhm,” Ryan hums. Brendon turns, sliding their legs closer together. Ryan moves his hand haltingly under the blanket and grabs Brendon’s hip, their legs tangling together, staring each other down.
“So,” Ryan says, thumbing Brendon’s hipbone and wondering how the hell they’ve even gotten into this situation, gone from truth or dare to warding off insomnia to...whatever the hell this is. They’re so close, so close that he can feel Brendon’s breath ghosting along his cheek. He knows that even running on this little sleep he shouldn’t want this as much as he does, his heart shouldn’t be pounding while Brendon stares at him like that, eyes dark and warm.
“Yeah,” Brendon murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, and then he’s on auto-pilot, head swimming and moving forward to close the distance between them and catch Ryan’s mouth in a kiss. Soft, just gentle pressure, a little experimental. Nothing serious. He slips his hand around to rub at Ryan’s neck, and Ryan shifts closer, tugging gently on Brendon’s hip. And when the kiss breaks seconds later, they’re both praying that the other can’t feel their heart pounding, fighting to keep their heads, to keep it together.
“Hmm,” Ryan hums, low, nose brushing Brendon’s. “So we’re really doing this, then.”
Brendon smiles and slides his fingers into Ryan’s hair.
“What the hell is this, Ry?”
Ryan shifts back, looking into Brendon’s eyes.
“I don’t...I don’t know, man, but...” he sighs, closing his eyes briefly and leaning forward to rest his head on Brendon’s collar bone. “I don’t know, but I want to kiss you again,” he whispers against Brendon’s skin, and suddenly this is a little bit embarrassing. “I mean, I don’t know why, or what it means. It could just be the lack of sleep talking. I just, I just want to kiss you again.”
“Alright, well.” Brendon smiles. “We could...arrange that.”
Now it’s Ryan’s turn to smile, and then he’s nipping softly at Brendon’s collar bone, his neck, his jaw.
“Ry,” Brendon murmurs, breathless. “How...what...”
Ryan shakes his head, sliding against Brendon.
“Just this, Bren, right now, just...” and he kisses him, sliding his fingers down Brendon’s jaw. It’s seconds, maybe, until Brendon’s tongue is sweeping over Ryan’s lip, and seconds more until there’s a battle raging between them. A clash of lips and tongue and teeth. It’s different from kissing a girl, Ryan thinks, as Brendon pushes him onto his back, lips never disconnecting. Hands are roaming, and Ryan is a little shocked to hear a strangled moan rising out of his own throat into Brendon’s mouth. Their lips are crashing together, a little needier than either of them would care to admit, and something buried rises to the surface when Brendon whimpers into Ryan’s mouth, whimpers when Ryan lifts his hips and pulls Brendon down hard.
“Oh, God,” Brendon gasps, kissing the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “What are we doing?” He sighs and kisses Ryan again. Ryan hums into his lips.
“I don’t know, Bren, I don’t.”
Brendon sits up a little, hovering over Ryan. They went through this earlier, yeah, but now it just seems huge.
“We’re really, seriously making out, aren’t we?” he laughs, shaking his head. “What the hell are we doing, making out and getting all...” he waves his hand around, “flustered and stuff.” Ryan laughs a little and shifts his legs restlessly.
“Flustered? That wouldn’t have been my choice word, but uhh...” he chuckles, and then his face drops. “Do you not want to be doing this, or...”
Brendon laughs and shakes his head.
“No, Ry...I’m definitely good, I mean, obviously I’m not adverse. Just, uh...”
His thumb trails to Ryan’s mouth, and Ryan pulls it into his mouth, biting the tip playfully before speaking.
“Yeah, no, I know...and I hate to get all emotional on you when we've already been through this, but what does this even mean? And how far does it go? And, like, what, we just make out and get off, and then forget about it in the morning?” He looks straight into Brendon’s eyes. “Is this just, being lonely, or is this...”
Brendon kisses him, once, twice, and brushes hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t want it to be that, I don’t want to forget in the morning, I want...” he closes his eyes and opens them again. “Forever, really, I’ve...and this, this is perfect.” He opens his eyes. “It stops where ever you want it to. I would, if you wanted, I would.”
Ryan blinks, opens his mouth, and Brendon can see him assimilating his words, trying to fill in the blanks.
“So, wait, you...oh wow, you really...oh.”
Brendon can’t think of anything to say, so he just bites the corner of his lip and nods, looking away.
“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, this is way more than I ever expected, I...”
Ryan shakes his head. “No, I...I mean, I do, too, I think, I just...” He kisses Brendon’s jaw. “And Jon and Spence, they know you...”
Brendon nods, kisses Ryan lightly, lays beside him. “Yeah, they do.” He curls his arm around Ryan, tangling their legs together.
“Oh, hell,” Ryan murmurs. “So, what we’re saying here is...not only do we, Jesus, like each other, but we’re also totally making out and totally turned on by it, and we have no boundaries?”
“Mm, that sounds about right,” Brendon sighs, and kisses Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan runs a hand down his face, groaning.
“So, what now, then?”
“Ah...I would really like to kiss you again, if that’s okay. Maybe, y’know, get each other off, if you’re cool, and then go to sleep and sort this out in the morning. Err...afternoon.”
Ryan turns into Brendon’s arms, sighing softly.
“Yeah, yeah. That’d be nice,” he murmurs, and Brendon smiles. And then they’re kissing again, slower this time, and grinding together and making soft little noises. Ryan makes a noise of appreciation when Brendon bites his neck, and then moans unabashedly when Brendon palms him through his boxers and starts sliding over his hip.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and Brendon nods and slips his hand up to the waistband of Ryan’s boxers, pushing them with his fingertips. Ryan kicks, kicks furiously, until they’re in a pile at his feet. And then Brendon’s sitting up, pushing his own boxers off. He can’t help it, his eyes trail over Ryan’s body, lidded eyes, swollen lips, smooth skin, hard cock, thin legs...and if Ryan wasn’t so busy doing the same thing, he would be blushing furiously and trying to cover up, but he’s just staring, devouring Brendon with his eyes, in awe.
He never thought, he really never thought...but then Brendon’s kissing him again, slow and so good, Ryan thinks, and all thought is just gone from Ryan’s head, because Brendon’s sliding on top of him. The friction, bare skin on bare skin, is phenomenal, and they forget to keep their voices down, forget about Jon and Spencer in the next room, forget everything but right now.
They just moan and gasp between kisses, grinding their hips together and clinging, clinging to each other like life preservers after a shipwreck. And when the heat gets to be too much, when it boils over, they just cling together harder and kiss until it hurts, coming in a sticky mess all over each other.
“Oh, fuck,” Ryan drawls, long and drawn out, wrapping himself around Brendon. “That’s gonna be so nasty when we wake up.” Brendon slides two fingers through the mess and laps at it delicately, making Ryan groan just a little too loudly.
“S’alright,” he says, laughing at Ryan gently. “We’ll shower later.”
Ryan catches the innuendo and sighs.
“Bren, really? We’ll be lucky if Spencer and Jon give us a moments peace ever again. They probably heard us and, oh God, we really did just do that, didn’t we?” Brendon chuckles, low and velvety, and kisses Ryan, pulls him closer.
“Yeah, we really did. And if you’re cool, I’d like to do it again some time.” He nuzzles his nose into Ryan’s hair, smelling like vanilla and sex. Ryan hums a little, closing his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
Brendon smiles.
“Oh, and about Jon and Spence,” he laughs silently. “They probably listened, and got off on it, too.”
Ryan grimaces. The idea of his best friend jacking off to him is...wait!
“Together?!” Ryan says, looking at Brendon with wide-open eyes. Brendon just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Shut up and go to sleep, young grasshopper. You have much to learn later today.”
Ryan mutters as he snuggles into Brendon’s chest.
“Young grasshopper. I’m older than you, asshole.”
“And that much more naïve,” Brendon whispers, stroking his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “Now go to sleep.”
And so they do.
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When they wake up in the morning, err, late afternoon, it’s because Jon is standing by the bed snickering.
“Hey, Spence!” he yells into the living room. “C’mere, man!”
Ryan opens his eyes and groans, pulling the blanket over his head and moving closer to...oh, right, Brendon.
“Fuck off,” he mutters, as Spencer comes in, laughing. Brendon sighs and pushes deeper into the pillows, trying to disappear into the mattress. Spencer grabs the comforter and yanks it off suddenly, leaving the two naked boys to scramble for the sheet.
“Ugh,” Jon wrinkles his nose. “That’s really gross. Go shower and that get that shit off yourselves.”
“We would,” Ryan snaps, “if you guys would fuck the hell off.”
Spencer laughs and Jon walks to the door, shaking his head.
“Geez, Ryan. Get his dick out of your ass and quit your bitching!”
Jon closes the door just as Ryan throws a pillow at him.
“Fuck off, Jon! Who even says I would bottom?” he shouts, and then flops down next to Brendon, who’s laughing, and stretches.
“Wouldn’t you, though?” Brendon giggles. “I mean, you’re...”
Ryan glares at him.
“Oh, don’t even say it,” he threatens. “Just for thinking that, if we ever have sex, you are so my bitch.”
Ryan slides out of bed trying to ignore Brendon’s stifled laughter, wrapping the sheet around himself. Brendon looks down at himself, scratching at the dried, flaking come on his stomach.
“Wow,” he muses. “This really is disgusting.” Ryan wrinkles his nose, pulling the sheet tighter.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ nasty. Let’s go take that shower.”
Brendon looks at Ryan, wrapped snugly in the sheet, and then down at himself.
“How am I gonna get to the bathroom, exactly? My clothes are in my room, and Spencer stole the goddamn blanket!”
Ryan’s face crinkles into a smile.
“Since when are you shy?” he teases, poking Brendon’s shoulder. Brendon frowns, looking down at himself again.
“Since I’m covered in nasty, dried come, is since when.” He sighs, resigned, 'cause he really wants that shower. Maybe for more than one reason. “Oh well. Let’s go.”
Ryan grins and opens the door.
“Yes, let’s.”
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The water feels good cascading down his back, through his hair. The way Brendon’s mouth feels on his dick, though, that’s even better. He moans and fists his hand in Brendons wet hair, tilting his head back into the spray.
“Jesus, Brendon,” he groans. “I always figured you’d be good at this, but fuck...”
Brendon’s hand slides up his thigh, and then there’s a finger prodding at Ryan’s ass, and Ryan’s hips buck forward of their own accord. Ryan marvels at how Brendon just takes it, swallows around it, and oh God. This is insane.
Ryan can’t take it anymore, fuck it, and he comes hard into Brendon’s mouth, trying to grip the shower wall for support when his knees start to buckle. Brendon comes up, leaving a trail of burning kisses on Ryan’s wet skin, and kisses him, bitter taste lingering in Ryan’s mouth after.
“You’re welcome,” Brendon says, and rubs the last of the dried come on Ryan’s stomach, swirling away in a stream of water.
“Mm, thank you,” Ryan mumbles, wrapping his arms around Brendon’s neck and kissing him.
“Just think,” Brendon says laughing, “this time yesterday I was hiding in here after you asked me if I’d ever thought of a guy sexually.”
“It’s funny how things change,” Ryan mutters, re-attaching his lips to Brendon’s.
“Mmm...indeed,” Brendon says into Ryan’s mouth, and the water pounding on Ryan’s back ain’t got nothing on this.
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“So, what, are you guys like, dating?” Spencer says, hands folded. “’Cause, the band comes first. Ryan, you of all people should know that, right? I mean, we’re up here to write, and if anything happens between you two it could, like, totally fuck everything up.”
“Oh, c’mon, Spence, let them have their fun,” Jon interjects, grinning. “It’s not like they’re in love with each other.”
Brendon’s mouth twitches, and Ryan plays with the hem of his shirt.
“Oh, whatever!” Jon says. “You’re get each other off a couple times, and you think you’re in love? Hell, me and Spencer here...”
Spencer smacks Jon under the table, avoiding Ryan’s wide eyes and Brendon’s knowing gaze.
“As I was saying,” Spencer says, glaring at Jon before turning back to Ryan. “Just, be careful. And, Brendon...” Spencer clears his throat. “I swear to God, if you hurt him, I will kill you. Slowly. And I will enjoy it.”
Ryan smiles at Spencer, ‘cause it’s always been this way, the younger boy trying to protect Ryan, and Brendon grabs Ryan’s hand under the table.
“Don’t worry, man,” he smiles at Ryan. “I won’t.”
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“So, Spencer and Jon are really...?” Ryan muses. “Huh, Spencer’s my best friend, but somehow I just never figured...”
Brendon laughs.
“Spencer’s shy about it, I guess. I just know ‘cause I caught them making out on the bus one time.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Ryan says incredulously. “Looks like we really are the gayest band in the world, even without the costumes and makeup.”
Brendon snorts and kisses Ryan lightly.
“Yup, Homos! At The Mother Fuckin’ Disco,” he says, pulling Ryan towards the bed.
Ryan grins wolfishly and pushes Brendon backwards onto the mattress.
“Let’s dance then,” he growls. “Bitch.”
Brendon grins and pulls Ryan down on top of him by his wrist.
“Yeah,” he says between kisses. “If that’s what you wanna call it, let’s dance.”
And so they do.
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AUTHOR: therecordskipsx, which would be moi.
RATING: Rrrr, matey's. Almost-sex and cursing.
POV: Third.
PAIRING: Ryan/Brendon, mainly, with a bit of slightly-more-than-implied Spencer/Jon. Ooh!
SUMMARY: 4000 something words of the boys playing truth or dare, and things get awkward. Oh, and Brendon and Ryan can't sleep, and things get a little, erm, heated.
[Featuring mother!Spencer, tempermental!Brendon, annoying!Jon and regular boy!Ryan.]
DISCLAIMER: If this is true, I want video footage.
A/N: Not the first smut piece I've written, but the first I've thought to post. It probably sucks. Sorry.
“Hey man, look,” Ryan mutters, rapping lightly on the door with his knuckles and looking back to where Jon and Spencer are staring at him, waiting. He drops his voice slightly, because he hates to beg, he never begs. “Please, Bren? I know I’m an ass sometimes and...” He thunks his head against the wood panel of the door, his voice rising just slightly, so Brendon is sure to hear him. “Bren, Jesus, you’re acting like me!”
He smiles when he hears the rustling and thudding footsteps on the other side of the door. Score: Ross - One. Urie - Zero.
The door swings open violently, making Ryan stumble at the sudden lack of anything solid in front of him, and Brendon pushes by him and mumbles.
“I am not acting like you, Ross!” and it's in the most perfect imitation of his own annoyed voice that Ryan has ever heard. He palms the door frame to catch his balance, and spins around to follow Brendon into the living room with a smug smile on his face.
Brendon is already slouched into the couch, arms folded, lower lip stuck out just slightly further than normal. He’s glaring daggers at his lap, refusing to look at anyone. Ryan perches himself delicately on the arm of the opposite chair, since he’s pretty sure sitting near Brendon right now would be a really terrible idea resulting in serious pain.
“So, ah...” Spencer says, pointing his index finger in the air and raising his eyebrow. “Brendon, are you going to...ah, answer Ryan’s question, or...” he stifles a laugh, and Ryan shoots him a look. “Should we just let it be someone else’s turn, and you loose an article of clothing?”
Brendon raises his eyes from his lap long enough to kill Spencer with a glance, and pulls his sweater over his head and chucks it on the floor. He doesn’t say anything, just settles back into his defensive stance.
Jon chuckles, “Bren, man, you’re totally throwing a Ryan Ross Diva Fit©, for sure.”
Brendon bristles, clenching his fists, but doesn’t lift his head. “I am not,” he hisses through clenched fists, “throwing a fit, and I am not acting like Ryan.”
Ryan tilts his head to the side, a stray piece of hair falling over his forehead, and Jon chuckles. “Whatever, man.”
“And besides,” Ryan mutters, locking his hands over his knee, “You don’t need to talk about me like I’m the fucking plague or something, at least not while I’m in the room. We were playing Truth or Dare, Brendon. What do you expect?”
Everyone catches the look that Brendon gives Ryan, wide eyes and sorry written all over his face. Yeah, they are playing Truth or Dare, as juvenile as that is, and yeah, Brendon really should have seen it coming, and Brendon doesn’t really hate Ryan, not even close. Everyone catches the look that Brendon gives Ryan, but no one calls it, not even Jon.
Brendon fidgets and twists his fingers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. He glances around at each of them carefully.
“Sorry guy, uh...” He slaps his hands against his thighs and shrugs. “Not trying to be an asshole, and I guess now you guys know the answer anyways and uhh...” his cheeks flush slightly, and he looks up. “And yeah, Ry, I’m sorry, really. I’m an idiot. Just wasn’t really expecting that, is all.”
Ryan shrugs, falling off the arm of the chair into the seat. “S’okay, man,” he lands with a thud on the cushions. “Maybe shouldn’t have asked you that, I just didn’t think you actually would have, y’know, thought about a guy.”
Brendon flinches, Jon snickers, and Spencer elbows Jon in the side.
“Heyyy,” Jon grumbles, rubbing his side gingerly, shoving Spencer over.
“Asshole,” Spencer mutters, sitting up. But he smiles sideways at Jon and settles back into the couch with a slight blush on his cheeks, and everything’s cool. Brendon shrugs at Ryan, who is watching the dynamic between Spencer and Jon with a raised eyebrow. His eyes say, what’s up with them? and Brendon laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. I don’t know, his eyes say back, and then they settle on Ryan for a weird, palpable moment.
Ryan thinks, while his eyes are locked with Brendon’s, that there’s something he’s just not getting here, but he shakes it off and looks away, back to Jon and Spencer who are grinning at Brendon like they know some big, fucking hilarious secret. Brendon flushes and sinks into the couch. Ryan folds his hands and glances down.
“So, uh...Jon, your turn then?”
Jon’s mouth flashes sideways into a wolfish smile.
“Yeah. Ry, truth or dare?”
Ryan steeples his fingers and chews his lip.
“Uh, truth I guess.”
Brendon’s eyebrows shoot up, and Jon laughs, cackles, and looks at Spencer. Oh shit, Ryan thinks, what the fuck is...
“Have you ever thought about a guy like that?” Jon says pointedly with perfect emphasis, smirking at Ryan. Ryan gapes, blinks, flounders for a second. Brendon looks at him with a look that just screams payback’s a bitch, huh Ross?
Ryan opens and closes his mouth a couple times, looking from Brendon to Jon to Spencer and back.
“I, err,” he blows a strand of hair off his forehead. “I, I mean, yeah.”
Brendon's eyebrows shoot up again and Jon grins.
“But I mean,” Ryan rushes on, “at one point or another, don’t most guys? It’s not some weird thing, and it doesn’t mean anything.”
Jon just smiles this weird, crooked smile at Brendon, who rolls his eyes and rests his head on his hand. Spencer conceals a smile and whispers something to Jon. Ryan mentally kills himself, and sinks into the chair.
“Who was it?” Jon says with a chuckle. Ryan twitches.
“It’s not your turn anymore, asshole. Its Spencer's.”
Spencer looks at Ryan.
“Who was it, Ryan?”
“Who says I pick truth?” Ryan snaps back. Spencer rolls his eyes.
“’Cause you like, never pick dare. Now ‘fess up or get naked.”
Ryan groans and throws his blazer on the floor beside Brendon’s sweater.
“Very well then.” Spencer turns to Brendon.
“Your turn, dude.”
Brendon looks at Ryan, slumped in the chair. His eyes soften momentarily; he can feel how embarrassed Ryan is, even though he’s trying to hide it. He turns to Spencer.
“So, Spence, truth or dare?”
He glances back at Ryan and smiles. Ryan looks at him, thanks, man, and relaxes a little. You’re welcome, Brendon thinks, and turns back to think up a dare for Spencer.
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It’s dark outside, probably really late. Spencer and Jon are asleep on the couch and each other in various states of undress when Ryan comes stumbling out of the bathroom, yawning. It had been a good game, if childish, and the four of them had ended up doubled over with laughter and half naked by the end of it. He leans over to scoop up his clothes, bundling them in his arms.
“Hey,” Brendon’s voice comes from the couch. “Wanna throw me mine, too?”
“Sure, dude,” Ryan says quietly, throwing Brendon’s jeans and sweater in the direction of his voice.
“Thanks.” Brendon stands up and Ryan can see him now, barely, holding his clothes.
“No problem.” Ryan straightens up and turns to Jon and Spencer, sleeping softly on one another, a throw blanket twisted over them. “Let’s just...” he motions at them with his elbow, smiling.
“Yeah,” Brendon agrees, nodding. They look comfortable, and it won’t hurt anything to let them stay there. Ryan scratches his stomach and stretches while Brendon yawns.
“Bed,” Ryan says, and motions at the hall.
“Me too,” Brendon says, ambling off towards his room. “Night, Ry.”
Ryan yawns and heads towards the door to his room.
“Night, Bren.”
They both pause at their doors, looking at each other for a second, hands on the door knobs. Ryan thinks something about Brendon looking cute when he’s tired, and Brendon thinks he’s tired of sleeping alone. Then they both sort of half-smile at each other and push their doors open, throwing down their clothes and flopping into bed.
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Ryan’s door slides open silently, a slice of light falling over the body-shaped lump sprawled on his bed. Brendon pads across the floor and glances at the clock. 5:02 a.m. He was exhausted when he went to bed, and as soon as he hit the pillow he was wide awake. He thinks this is a bad idea, waking Ryan up, and he’s just about to turn around and go back to his own bed when Ryan rolls over and looks at him, silhouetted in the door frame.
“Can’t sleep?” Ryan mumbles.
“No,” Brendon sighs, rubbing his eyes. Ryan pats the bed and pulls the blanket back.
“Me either. C’mere.”
Brendon shuts the door, enveloping the room in darkness again, and stumbles blindly to the bed, climbing in next to Ryan and pulling the blankets up to his chest. They lie there on their backs for a while, before Ryan shifts a little, turning towards Brendon.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
Brendon shrugs.
“Eh, thinking.”
Ryan rubs his face and sighs.
“Yeah? Small world. Me too.”
“Oh.” Brendon says, suddenly hyper-sensitively aware of how close they are. Duh, of course, they’re in the same bed, but...he stretches his fingers to test the distance between them, and finds them trailing over the side of Ryan’s stomach. Ryan jumps a little, and Brendon pulls his hand back, embarassed.
“Shit, you’re freezing!” Ryan mumbles, grabbing for Brendon’s hand and wrapping his fingers around it to warm it up.
“Not why I thought you were jumping,” Brendon laughs softly, honest. Ryan brings Brendon’s hand to his mouth, breathing hot air on his fingers.
“Nah, it’s cool. I wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want you to touch me.” He considers, still blowing lightly on Brendon’s hand. “That came out wrong, but...oh, you know what I mean.” He drops Brendon’s hand between them.
They lay there silently, Ryan on his side looking at Brendon in the dim light, Brendon with his eyes closed, fingers tingling on the backs of his knuckles where Ryan’s lips had brushed them.
“Y’know,” Brendon says, eyes still closed. “It’s 5 a.m., and you know how I get when I'm tired...stupid and honest. Or at least moreso than usual.”
Ryan laughs and watches Brendon swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Yeah,” he says, touching Brendon’s arm lightly. “Something in particular, or are you just feeling chatty?”
Brendon opens his eyes, fixing them on Ryan, and Ryan looks back unblinkingly.
“Earlier...” Brendon says, all too aware of the distance between their faces and the brush of Ryan’s fingers on his arm. “Y’know, earlier, I was...it...” He blinks slowly, glances away from Ryan, towards the dark corner of the room. “I’m sorry for being such an ass, it was just that, it was...y’know...you.” He looks back, and Ryan’s still there. So far, so good? he thinks, moving slightly so his legs are touching Ryan’s under the blankets, and Ryan’s fingers are still trailing over his arm.
“Oh. Yeah, uh...”
Brendon’s staring, he really can’t help it, at Ryan’s mouth, illuminated by the light from the window. He wants, he really wants to kiss him, and he doesn’t know why.
“Yeah, it’s...it was, it was you for me too.” Ryan says, barely.
Brendon blinks, opens and closes his mouth.
“Oh. I, uh...so.” He can’t help it. This has got to be a joke, right? “Really?”
“Mmhm,” Ryan hums. Brendon turns, sliding their legs closer together. Ryan moves his hand haltingly under the blanket and grabs Brendon’s hip, their legs tangling together, staring each other down.
“So,” Ryan says, thumbing Brendon’s hipbone and wondering how the hell they’ve even gotten into this situation, gone from truth or dare to warding off insomnia to...whatever the hell this is. They’re so close, so close that he can feel Brendon’s breath ghosting along his cheek. He knows that even running on this little sleep he shouldn’t want this as much as he does, his heart shouldn’t be pounding while Brendon stares at him like that, eyes dark and warm.
“Yeah,” Brendon murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, and then he’s on auto-pilot, head swimming and moving forward to close the distance between them and catch Ryan’s mouth in a kiss. Soft, just gentle pressure, a little experimental. Nothing serious. He slips his hand around to rub at Ryan’s neck, and Ryan shifts closer, tugging gently on Brendon’s hip. And when the kiss breaks seconds later, they’re both praying that the other can’t feel their heart pounding, fighting to keep their heads, to keep it together.
“Hmm,” Ryan hums, low, nose brushing Brendon’s. “So we’re really doing this, then.”
Brendon smiles and slides his fingers into Ryan’s hair.
“What the hell is this, Ry?”
Ryan shifts back, looking into Brendon’s eyes.
“I don’t...I don’t know, man, but...” he sighs, closing his eyes briefly and leaning forward to rest his head on Brendon’s collar bone. “I don’t know, but I want to kiss you again,” he whispers against Brendon’s skin, and suddenly this is a little bit embarrassing. “I mean, I don’t know why, or what it means. It could just be the lack of sleep talking. I just, I just want to kiss you again.”
“Alright, well.” Brendon smiles. “We could...arrange that.”
Now it’s Ryan’s turn to smile, and then he’s nipping softly at Brendon’s collar bone, his neck, his jaw.
“Ry,” Brendon murmurs, breathless. “How...what...”
Ryan shakes his head, sliding against Brendon.
“Just this, Bren, right now, just...” and he kisses him, sliding his fingers down Brendon’s jaw. It’s seconds, maybe, until Brendon’s tongue is sweeping over Ryan’s lip, and seconds more until there’s a battle raging between them. A clash of lips and tongue and teeth. It’s different from kissing a girl, Ryan thinks, as Brendon pushes him onto his back, lips never disconnecting. Hands are roaming, and Ryan is a little shocked to hear a strangled moan rising out of his own throat into Brendon’s mouth. Their lips are crashing together, a little needier than either of them would care to admit, and something buried rises to the surface when Brendon whimpers into Ryan’s mouth, whimpers when Ryan lifts his hips and pulls Brendon down hard.
“Oh, God,” Brendon gasps, kissing the corner of Ryan’s mouth. “What are we doing?” He sighs and kisses Ryan again. Ryan hums into his lips.
“I don’t know, Bren, I don’t.”
Brendon sits up a little, hovering over Ryan. They went through this earlier, yeah, but now it just seems huge.
“We’re really, seriously making out, aren’t we?” he laughs, shaking his head. “What the hell are we doing, making out and getting all...” he waves his hand around, “flustered and stuff.” Ryan laughs a little and shifts his legs restlessly.
“Flustered? That wouldn’t have been my choice word, but uhh...” he chuckles, and then his face drops. “Do you not want to be doing this, or...”
Brendon laughs and shakes his head.
“No, Ry...I’m definitely good, I mean, obviously I’m not adverse. Just, uh...”
His thumb trails to Ryan’s mouth, and Ryan pulls it into his mouth, biting the tip playfully before speaking.
“Yeah, no, I know...and I hate to get all emotional on you when we've already been through this, but what does this even mean? And how far does it go? And, like, what, we just make out and get off, and then forget about it in the morning?” He looks straight into Brendon’s eyes. “Is this just, being lonely, or is this...”
Brendon kisses him, once, twice, and brushes hair out of his eyes.
“I don’t want it to be that, I don’t want to forget in the morning, I want...” he closes his eyes and opens them again. “Forever, really, I’ve...and this, this is perfect.” He opens his eyes. “It stops where ever you want it to. I would, if you wanted, I would.”
Ryan blinks, opens his mouth, and Brendon can see him assimilating his words, trying to fill in the blanks.
“So, wait, you...oh wow, you really...oh.”
Brendon can’t think of anything to say, so he just bites the corner of his lip and nods, looking away.
“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t, this is way more than I ever expected, I...”
Ryan shakes his head. “No, I...I mean, I do, too, I think, I just...” He kisses Brendon’s jaw. “And Jon and Spence, they know you...”
Brendon nods, kisses Ryan lightly, lays beside him. “Yeah, they do.” He curls his arm around Ryan, tangling their legs together.
“Oh, hell,” Ryan murmurs. “So, what we’re saying here is...not only do we, Jesus, like each other, but we’re also totally making out and totally turned on by it, and we have no boundaries?”
“Mm, that sounds about right,” Brendon sighs, and kisses Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan runs a hand down his face, groaning.
“So, what now, then?”
“Ah...I would really like to kiss you again, if that’s okay. Maybe, y’know, get each other off, if you’re cool, and then go to sleep and sort this out in the morning. Err...afternoon.”
Ryan turns into Brendon’s arms, sighing softly.
“Yeah, yeah. That’d be nice,” he murmurs, and Brendon smiles. And then they’re kissing again, slower this time, and grinding together and making soft little noises. Ryan makes a noise of appreciation when Brendon bites his neck, and then moans unabashedly when Brendon palms him through his boxers and starts sliding over his hip.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and Brendon nods and slips his hand up to the waistband of Ryan’s boxers, pushing them with his fingertips. Ryan kicks, kicks furiously, until they’re in a pile at his feet. And then Brendon’s sitting up, pushing his own boxers off. He can’t help it, his eyes trail over Ryan’s body, lidded eyes, swollen lips, smooth skin, hard cock, thin legs...and if Ryan wasn’t so busy doing the same thing, he would be blushing furiously and trying to cover up, but he’s just staring, devouring Brendon with his eyes, in awe.
He never thought, he really never thought...but then Brendon’s kissing him again, slow and so good, Ryan thinks, and all thought is just gone from Ryan’s head, because Brendon’s sliding on top of him. The friction, bare skin on bare skin, is phenomenal, and they forget to keep their voices down, forget about Jon and Spencer in the next room, forget everything but right now.
They just moan and gasp between kisses, grinding their hips together and clinging, clinging to each other like life preservers after a shipwreck. And when the heat gets to be too much, when it boils over, they just cling together harder and kiss until it hurts, coming in a sticky mess all over each other.
“Oh, fuck,” Ryan drawls, long and drawn out, wrapping himself around Brendon. “That’s gonna be so nasty when we wake up.” Brendon slides two fingers through the mess and laps at it delicately, making Ryan groan just a little too loudly.
“S’alright,” he says, laughing at Ryan gently. “We’ll shower later.”
Ryan catches the innuendo and sighs.
“Bren, really? We’ll be lucky if Spencer and Jon give us a moments peace ever again. They probably heard us and, oh God, we really did just do that, didn’t we?” Brendon chuckles, low and velvety, and kisses Ryan, pulls him closer.
“Yeah, we really did. And if you’re cool, I’d like to do it again some time.” He nuzzles his nose into Ryan’s hair, smelling like vanilla and sex. Ryan hums a little, closing his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
Brendon smiles.
“Oh, and about Jon and Spence,” he laughs silently. “They probably listened, and got off on it, too.”
Ryan grimaces. The idea of his best friend jacking off to him is...wait!
“Together?!” Ryan says, looking at Brendon with wide-open eyes. Brendon just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Shut up and go to sleep, young grasshopper. You have much to learn later today.”
Ryan mutters as he snuggles into Brendon’s chest.
“Young grasshopper. I’m older than you, asshole.”
“And that much more naïve,” Brendon whispers, stroking his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “Now go to sleep.”
And so they do.
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When they wake up in the morning, err, late afternoon, it’s because Jon is standing by the bed snickering.
“Hey, Spence!” he yells into the living room. “C’mere, man!”
Ryan opens his eyes and groans, pulling the blanket over his head and moving closer to...oh, right, Brendon.
“Fuck off,” he mutters, as Spencer comes in, laughing. Brendon sighs and pushes deeper into the pillows, trying to disappear into the mattress. Spencer grabs the comforter and yanks it off suddenly, leaving the two naked boys to scramble for the sheet.
“Ugh,” Jon wrinkles his nose. “That’s really gross. Go shower and that get that shit off yourselves.”
“We would,” Ryan snaps, “if you guys would fuck the hell off.”
Spencer laughs and Jon walks to the door, shaking his head.
“Geez, Ryan. Get his dick out of your ass and quit your bitching!”
Jon closes the door just as Ryan throws a pillow at him.
“Fuck off, Jon! Who even says I would bottom?” he shouts, and then flops down next to Brendon, who’s laughing, and stretches.
“Wouldn’t you, though?” Brendon giggles. “I mean, you’re...”
Ryan glares at him.
“Oh, don’t even say it,” he threatens. “Just for thinking that, if we ever have sex, you are so my bitch.”
Ryan slides out of bed trying to ignore Brendon’s stifled laughter, wrapping the sheet around himself. Brendon looks down at himself, scratching at the dried, flaking come on his stomach.
“Wow,” he muses. “This really is disgusting.” Ryan wrinkles his nose, pulling the sheet tighter.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ nasty. Let’s go take that shower.”
Brendon looks at Ryan, wrapped snugly in the sheet, and then down at himself.
“How am I gonna get to the bathroom, exactly? My clothes are in my room, and Spencer stole the goddamn blanket!”
Ryan’s face crinkles into a smile.
“Since when are you shy?” he teases, poking Brendon’s shoulder. Brendon frowns, looking down at himself again.
“Since I’m covered in nasty, dried come, is since when.” He sighs, resigned, 'cause he really wants that shower. Maybe for more than one reason. “Oh well. Let’s go.”
Ryan grins and opens the door.
“Yes, let’s.”
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The water feels good cascading down his back, through his hair. The way Brendon’s mouth feels on his dick, though, that’s even better. He moans and fists his hand in Brendons wet hair, tilting his head back into the spray.
“Jesus, Brendon,” he groans. “I always figured you’d be good at this, but fuck...”
Brendon’s hand slides up his thigh, and then there’s a finger prodding at Ryan’s ass, and Ryan’s hips buck forward of their own accord. Ryan marvels at how Brendon just takes it, swallows around it, and oh God. This is insane.
Ryan can’t take it anymore, fuck it, and he comes hard into Brendon’s mouth, trying to grip the shower wall for support when his knees start to buckle. Brendon comes up, leaving a trail of burning kisses on Ryan’s wet skin, and kisses him, bitter taste lingering in Ryan’s mouth after.
“You’re welcome,” Brendon says, and rubs the last of the dried come on Ryan’s stomach, swirling away in a stream of water.
“Mm, thank you,” Ryan mumbles, wrapping his arms around Brendon’s neck and kissing him.
“Just think,” Brendon says laughing, “this time yesterday I was hiding in here after you asked me if I’d ever thought of a guy sexually.”
“It’s funny how things change,” Ryan mutters, re-attaching his lips to Brendon’s.
“Mmm...indeed,” Brendon says into Ryan’s mouth, and the water pounding on Ryan’s back ain’t got nothing on this.
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“So, what, are you guys like, dating?” Spencer says, hands folded. “’Cause, the band comes first. Ryan, you of all people should know that, right? I mean, we’re up here to write, and if anything happens between you two it could, like, totally fuck everything up.”
“Oh, c’mon, Spence, let them have their fun,” Jon interjects, grinning. “It’s not like they’re in love with each other.”
Brendon’s mouth twitches, and Ryan plays with the hem of his shirt.
“Oh, whatever!” Jon says. “You’re get each other off a couple times, and you think you’re in love? Hell, me and Spencer here...”
Spencer smacks Jon under the table, avoiding Ryan’s wide eyes and Brendon’s knowing gaze.
“As I was saying,” Spencer says, glaring at Jon before turning back to Ryan. “Just, be careful. And, Brendon...” Spencer clears his throat. “I swear to God, if you hurt him, I will kill you. Slowly. And I will enjoy it.”
Ryan smiles at Spencer, ‘cause it’s always been this way, the younger boy trying to protect Ryan, and Brendon grabs Ryan’s hand under the table.
“Don’t worry, man,” he smiles at Ryan. “I won’t.”
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“So, Spencer and Jon are really...?” Ryan muses. “Huh, Spencer’s my best friend, but somehow I just never figured...”
Brendon laughs.
“Spencer’s shy about it, I guess. I just know ‘cause I caught them making out on the bus one time.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Ryan says incredulously. “Looks like we really are the gayest band in the world, even without the costumes and makeup.”
Brendon snorts and kisses Ryan lightly.
“Yup, Homos! At The Mother Fuckin’ Disco,” he says, pulling Ryan towards the bed.
Ryan grins wolfishly and pushes Brendon backwards onto the mattress.
“Let’s dance then,” he growls. “Bitch.”
Brendon grins and pulls Ryan down on top of him by his wrist.
“Yeah,” he says between kisses. “If that’s what you wanna call it, let’s dance.”
And so they do.
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