truth or dare, part deux.
TITLE: truth or dare?
AUTHOR: therecordskipsx, which would be moi.
RATING: Ooh, lookit me and writing nc17!
POV: Third.
PAIRING: Ryan/Brendon, mainly, with a bit of slightly-more-than-implied Spencer/Jon, and even some Pete/Patrick! Ooh!
SUMMARY: This is part two to something that was originally a standalone. You should read that first, and then you'll know what this one is about. =]
DISCLAIMER: If this is true, I want video footage.
A/N: First time writing NC17! Tell me if I suck!
Ryan gets a first-hand view of what Brendon’s talking about a few days later. He hears a thump and a giggle coming from the living room, and edges around the corner to check it out.
What he sees is Jon and Spencer sitting on the couch, kissing sweetly. Like, we’re talking playground sweet, and if he stretches his neck a little, he can see their twined fingers and they way they’re smiling into each other’s mouths.
This is fucking weird, he thinks, because this is Jon and Spencer. Jon who’s whispering in Spencer’s ear, and Spencer who’s blushing and laughing softly. Ryan can’t help it, his mouth just splits his face right open, and he’s grinning so hard it hurts.
He’s watching them so intently, smile plastered on his face, fingers trailing absently over the wall, that he doesn’t even hear Brendon shuffling up behind him, not until he’s got arms around his waist and lips dancing over the skin on his neck.
“Mm...hi,” he whispers, turning around in Brendon’s arms, pressing a kiss on his lips and smiling. He nods his head backwards, in the direction of the living room. “They look happy,” he says, and Brendon slips his fingers up the back of Ryan’s t-shirt.
“Yeah, I think they are.” A brief kiss. “I am, too,” Brendon murmurs, smiling into the corner of Ryan’s mouth.
“God, you’re such a cheese ball,” Ryan teases, prodding Brendon’s arm with one long index finger. Brendon pouts dramatically and gives Ryan his puppy dog eyes, trying to mutter something about Ryan being a jerk...but Ryan leans forward and pulls Brendon’s lip lightly, eyes open and staring into Brendon’s. Brendon smiles, a silly contagious smile, and rests his forehead against Ryan’s.
“But yeah,” Ryan says, twisting his mouth, voice barely audible. “Me too.”
...And then Jon saunters up behind them, aww-ing loudly.
Ryan thunks his head sideways against the wall.
“Aren’t you two cute?” Jon coos, batting his eyelashes. Ryan slaps him playfully, and Jon flutters his eyelashes some more and slides away, swaying his hips in wide arcs.
“Like you two are any better!” Ryan shouts, and smirks when Jon starts a little before shutting the bathroom door.
“Oh,” Spencer says from behind him, and Ryan turns and shakes his head.
“No worries, dude. You look...happy. And besides, how can we be the gayest band in the world if you guys aren’t together?”
Spencer laughs uneasily and Ryan smiles when Brendon laces his arms around his waist and rests his head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, just not sure about how it’s all gonna work, y’know, what we’re gonna tell people,” Spencer mumbles. Ryan just shrugs.
“We’ll think about that when we get back to reality. For now it’s just us, so why worry, man?”
He smiles at Spencer and Spencer smiles back, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Besides,” Brendon says, nipping at Ryan’s earlobe. “The fan girls will love it.” He reaches down to slide a hand into Ryan’s jean pocket. “Y’know, the whole new insane level of sexual tension. We’ll take over YouTube once and for all!”
Ryan just rolls his eyes and slaps at Brendon’s wrist.
“Stop it, man, or we’re gonna have a problem, and I’m sure Spencer doesn’t want to see that.”
Jon laughs from behind the bathroom door, pulling it open with a dramatic yank and sauntering over, accompanied by the sound of the running toilet.
“Maybe Spencer doesn’t, but I wouldn’t mind!” he chuckles.
Spencer just groans and smacks Jon on the shoulder, and Jon just wraps his arms around Spencer’s waist and kisses his neck.
“Aww, c’mon, you know I’m just joking.” He pauses. “...Kind of.”
Spencer just blushes and looks away from Ryan’s wide smile and Brendon’s smart-ass smirk. After a few seconds Jon groans dramatically and detaches himself from Spencer.
“Fuck,” he says, drawn out. “All this gay cuteness is gonna make me puke.”
But the smile never leaves his face, and once again Ryan thinks of how weird this is, Jon being so...lovey, in his own weird way. Spencer shuffles after Jon, following him into the kitchen, mumbling something in Ryan’s direction before disappearing around the corner.
“Hey, don’t make a mess in there!” Brendon calls, and Ryan groans and bites the arm draped over his shoulder.
“Ooh,” Brendon says. “You wanna back that up, or what?”
Ryan spins around, smirking, and ducks his head under Brendon’s chin, nipping lightly at his skin.
“Mm,” Brendon sighs, tipping his head back. “I love that.”
“Hey!” Jon yells from the kitchen, poking his head around the wall. “Get a room!”
Ryan laughs and rests his head on Brendon’s shoulder, Brendon nuzzling his nose into the hair above Ryan’s ear.
“Well, you heard the man,” he whispers, pulling Ryan backwards by his wrists.
“Oh, wherever are you taking me?” Ryan asks, eyes wide, feigning surprise, and Brendon laughs and pulls him over, kisses the side of his mouth.
“Where else?”
Ryan grins and stumbles after Brendon, hand-in hand.
“Sometimes I think you only like me for my body,” Ryan chuckles, and Brendon looks back with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.
“Sometimes I think you’re half-right.”
And Ryan closes the bedroom door behind them.
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Ryan swipes his tongue over Brendon’s stomach, blows cool air on his skin, and Brendon arches and twists a little.
“Fuck, Ry,” he murmurs. “You sure know how to...” and he ends with a choked moan when Ryan slides his lips down, down.
“Yeah,” Ryan purrs around him. “I sure do.”
Brendon reaches down to wind his fingers in Ryan’s hair, and Ryan just bobs and grazes his teeth over Brendon. All Brendon can think is, I love you, I love you, oh God, I love you, and then he’s coming down Ryan’s throat with a yelp.
And right now, everything is perfect.
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Brendon bounds into the living room, eyes flashing, like he’s got springs in the soles of his obnoxiously coloured sneakers. They’re all sitting around, talking about something or other, Spencer on Jon’s lap and Ryan stretched sideways over the armchair, scribbling lazily in a spiral bound notebook.
“Guys! Guys!” Brendon shouts excitedly, waving a box in the air.
“What’s...” Jon starts, but Brendon bounces on his heels and rushes on.
“Twister!” he yells, before Jon can even finish forming the thought.
Everyone groans in unison. Brendon pouts.
“Aww, come on guys, it’ll be fun!” He shoves Ryan’s legs down and sits on the arm of the chair. “Besides, don’t we owe a lot to stupid childhood games?”
And Ryan, at least, has to agree.
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So, now you know how they end up sliding all over the carpet on a plastic mat, twisted in uncomfortable, inhumane ways.
“Right hand, blue!” Jon snickers, and Ryan slides his hand under Brendon, his face way too close to Brendon’s ass for comfort.
“I swear,” Ryan mutters. “If you fart, I will kill you, dude.”
“It is a pretty good view though, eh?” Brendon says, wiggling his hips and looking at Ryan through his twisted arms, and Ryan rolls his eyes and looks down at the playing mat. But yeah, he’s gotta admit that Brendon’s ass is one of a kind. One day, he thinks, I’d like to...
“Left foot, yellow!” Jon bellows, and Spencer’s foot slides between Ryan’s legs.
“Jesus,” Spencer mutters. “Why did he get to be spinner?”
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Jon laughs and Brendon crosses his arms indignantly when Ryan says they haven’t fucked yet.
“Why not?” Jon drawls, and Ryan shrugs.
“It’s been a matter of days, dude.”
Jon shrugs.
“So? Besides, please tell me you’ve at least put something up there?”
Spencer turns bright red and Ryan chews his lip.
“Oh, come on!” Jon says. “You can’t be in the gayest band in the world...hell, you can’t be, like, a human male if you don’t at least try it.”
Brendon raises his eyebrows and Ryan crosses his hands over his knee.
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“Aww, c’mon,” Brendon coos. “For me?”
Ryan shakes his head.
“No, and...just, no.”
“Aww, Ry, please?” Brendon flutters his eyelashes and pouts. “How do you expect we’ll ever have sex if you don’t...”
“Brendon!” Ryan snaps. “I told you, man, I am not bottoming.”
Brendon sighs and shrugs.
“I’ll do it, then,” and squirts the jelly on his fingers. Ryan’s eyes get really wide when Brendon’s finger disappears, and by the end of the night, they’ve finger fucked themselves and each other way too many times for it to be healthy, wondering how the hell they’d never done this before.
For once, it seems like Jon had the most wisdom out of all of them.
“Well,” Brendon pants, falling back onto the pillows. “We should talk to Jon more often.”
Ryan swallows dryly and nods, unable to form coherent sentences.
“Yeah,” he finally breathes, and Brendon chuckles and wraps his arms around Ryan.
“Now, just imagine if that was like, a dick, or a vi...”
“Shut up,” Ryan groans. “Seriously. I can’t possibly do that again. I don’t even want to think about it.”
Brendon bites his shoulder and rubs against his thigh.
“Oh,” he smiles. “I think you could.”
Ryan just sighs and settles into the blankets.
Of course, Brendon eventually won the argument, and Ryan was secretly kind of glad he did.
Especially when Brendon catches Ryan a few days later with half his goddamn hand up his ass, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Brendon laughs and leans close to Ryan.
“You know you can be loud if you want,” he whispers. “Spencer and Jon are gone out.”
He bites down on Ryan’s neck, and Ryan just bites his lip harder and makes his small, deliberate movements just a little faster. Brendon just shakes his head and slides his hand around to grab Ryan’s cock. This time, Ryan moans, breathy and loud, and Brendon smirks against his skin.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, and Ryan comes all over his hand.
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“Truth or dare, Ry?” Jon says, rubbing lazy circles on Spencer’s thigh. Ryan rolls his eyes.
“Truth, duh.”
Jon scratches his head, slips his arm around Spencer’s waist.
“Ah...” he grins bigger, eyes flashing. “Ever been in love?” he teases, in a cheesy narrator voice. Ryan smiles a little and rubs his thumb over Brendon’s knuckles.
“I think so, Jon. I think so.”
And something in Brendon’s heart fills up and bursts into a million tiny shards of happy when Ryan smiles sideways at him.
Jon rolls his eyes and Spencer tries to conceal a smile.
“Brendon, truth or dare?” Spencer says, trying to sound exasperated instead of laughing.
“Truth,” Brendon murmurs, never taking his eyes off Ryan.
“Have you guys fucked yet?” Spencer chuckles. “’Cause you look like you’re ready to jump each other right on that chair.”
Ryan looks a little bewildered, eyebrows knit together, ‘cause since when does Jon ask questions about love, and Spencer about sex? Brendon strokes the inside of Ryan’s wrist and shakes his head.
“Nah,” he says, smiling at Ryan. “S’alright though. This...” he kisses Ryan softly. “This is good enough.”
Jon grabs his glass and stands up, sticking a finger in his mouth and gagging.
“Spare me, lovebirds. Anyone need a refill on their drink?”
Ryan raises an eyebrow.
“Sure. But your gag reflex better be better than that, Jonny-boy.”
Spencer reaches over and smacks Ryan on the back of the head.
“Shut up, virgin,” he says, and Ryan just laughs.
“Ass virgin only,” he says, and Spencer nods his head.
“Yeah, yeah. You really oughta work on that, though.”
And Ryan thinks this is funny, Spencer giving him sex advice.
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“I, uh...” Ryan breathes. “I don’t wanna hurt you man, I...”
Brendon shifts under Ryan and groans.
“Honestly, it’s gonna hurt more if you don’t do it. I’ll have blue balls for weeks.”
He smiles up at Ryan, trying to beam his trust through his eyes. It’s a cheesy moment, sure, but he fucking loves it.
“Besides,” he says, rubbing Ryan’s side with his fingers. “It can’t be that bad, right? And, I...I want to, I mean...”
Yeah, really fuckin’ cheesy, considering they’re guys, and this shouldn’t be so emotional. It should be sort of manly, hard and rough, without regard for pain or precaution. But if they’re both being honest, maybe they’re a little girlier than your average twenty year old guy anyways, and Brendon knows that Ryan’s probably going to kill himself if he so much as looks at Brendon the wrong way.
But Ryan bites his lip and nods, slipping his fingers out of Brendon gently, and Brendon makes this silly little noise in his throat, nnrgh, and lets his head loll backwards.
“Alright,” Ryan says, part question and part statement. Brendon just sort of nods, part affirmation and part reflex, and then there’s this awful, aching burn consuming him. He knows Ryan’s trying to be fucking careful, like Brendon’s glass or some shit like that, but this isn’t making it any easier. Brendon reaches around and grabs Ryan’s hips, pulling him closer.
“Ryan, seriously. Just do it.”
Ryan leans down to kiss him while he’s pushing, sliding, letting out a hiss of air at how fucking tight Brendon is, it almost hurts, and Brendon whimpers and pushes Ryan with his heels.
“Just...fucking...do it,” Brendon growls, with a level of want, need, that he didn’t know he had. “I don’t care if you tear me in half, just fucking do it.”
Ryan swallows and nods, pushing damp hair off Brendon’s forehead with his fingertips, brushing them slowly down his jaw.
“Fuck, I’m...this isn’t going to last,” he gasps, shifting his hips, sliding, changing angles until Brendon moans, until some of the pain slips off his face.
“It’s alright,” Brendon murmurs, eyes flicking open to rest on Ryan’s face. God, he really is a cheese ball, isn't he? “It’ll be perfect, anyways,” he sighs, pushing Ryan in further, further, until he’s as close as he can get.
He still wants him closer, now, always. Ryan leans down to kiss him, and no, now they’re as close as they can get, Ryan’s climbing inside his mouth, running nimble fingers over his jaw and down his chest. He wraps his hand around Brendon, twisting and stroking, kissing him harder.
Somehow, God knows how, they come together, something Brendon thought only happened in movies or romance novels or something equally as cheesy. Then again, this has been kind of fairy tale, hasn’t it? And yeah, they come together, whispering each other’s names and gasping quietly in the dark room.
Brendon clenches around Ryan, and Ryan moves inside Brendon once more before pulling out, cringing at the sick noise it makes and the way Brendon’s face screws up in pain.
“Sorry, Bren, sorry, I...” and Brendon just kisses him and smiles, pulling Ryan down to lay on his chest and covering them with the blankets.
“Shut up, man. Shut up. It’s alright, really,” and he kisses Ryan’s hair, still smelling like vanilla and sex.
“Bren, I...” Ryan mumbles. “This is gonna sound so corny, but dude, I love you.” He lifts his head to look at Brendon’s face. “Really.”
Brendon smiles and touches Ryan’s jaw.
“Yeah man, I know.”
Ryan lays down on his shoulder, and Brendon tunnels his fingers through Ryan’s hair.
“Love you, too,” he murmurs. “Now let’s go to sleep.”
And so they do.
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When they wake up around noon, it’s because Jon is standing beside the bed, snickering. Ryan groans and pulls the blanket over his head.
“This is getting to be a habit,” Brendon sighs, and Jon chuckles.
“Hey Spencer,” he calls softly. “C’mere.”
Spencer strolls in with a smile on his face, resting his head on Jon’s shoulder. Ryan pushes the blankets off his face, blinking in the light and rubs his eyes, kissing the underside of Brendon’s jaw.
He sees the flash from the corner of his eye and groans again.
“Jon, you and your fucking camera!”
Jon just laughs.
“Hey, man, sorry. Just preserving this, y’know, the morning after thing.” He smiles. “After all, you only have one first time.”
Brendon sighs and pulls Ryan closer, bathing in the warmth and the way they just fit, like puzzle pieces or some other corny metaphor.
“Fuck off,” Brendon says cheerfully. “Really. This is nice, and if you ruin it, I’ll kill you.”
Ryan laughs, brushing his nose against Brendon’s chest.
“What he said. Seriously.”
Jon and Spencer just look at each other and head for the door, smiling.
“Don’t stay in bed all day,” Jon says, and Ryan throws a pillow at the door.
“Fuck off,” he mumbles, burying himself in the blankets, and the door clicks shut, and they’re alone again. They kiss, and Ryan thinks this is perfect, heavenly, better than anything else. Brendon would be inclined to agree as his tongue slips past Ryan’s lips.
Ryan finds the words slipping out, into Brendon’s mouth, before he can stop them.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he mumbles, and Brendon smiles.
“Never,” Brendon whispers, and they curl back up with all intentions of going back to sleep.
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They are, I’m sorry to say, interrupted about an hour later by laughter echoing loudly through the house.
“Really? Let me see!”
Ryan jumps, rubbing his face.
“Did I just hear...” and the bedroom door swings open, revealing the one and only Pete Wentz with Jon’s camera in hand.
“You guys sure are somethin’ else,” Pete says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I come up here to see how my young protégés are doing, and I see this!” Pete laughs loudly and shakes his head, turning the camera screen out towards the two boys on the bed. (Who are, by the way, at this point trying desperately to disappear.) Pete looks at them, takes in their embarrassment and shock and laughs, patting Ryan’s leg through the sheet.
“Aw, come on now boys, don’t look so afraid! I saw this coming, just like the rest of ‘em. Hell, I’ve known about Jon and Spencer almost longer than they have!”
And then Pete’s up, bouncing out of the room, leaving Ryan and Brendon to gape at each other in his wake.
“I, uh...” Brendon laughs. “What the hell was that?”
Ryan shakes his head, lips pressed together in a thin line.
“I don’t know, but in about an hour, the whole of FBR and everyone they know is going to have seen that picture.”
Brendon laughs, and Ryan freezes.
“Oh, shit, Bren...pray to God that doesn’t end up on someone’s Buzznet.”
Brendon stops laughing.
“Oh,” he says. “Yeah.”
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Ryan’s Sidekick buzzes for the four hundredth time, and he glances at it, irritated.
“Bill,” he sighs, and flips the phone open, lifting it to his ear. Brendon hears the shriek of laughter on the other end, and Ryan flinches.
“Yeah, yeah Becks...no, it’s not fake...yeah, we...what? No, I’m not telling you that...okay, dude...bye.”
Ryan flicks the phone shut and leans his head against the couch, groaning.
“God, this is awful.”
Brendon chuckles and ruffles Ryan’s hair.
“Aww, c’mon. It’s not that bad. And besides, I’m sure I could do something to distract you?” Brendon says, eyebrows raised, mouth twisted.
“How can you even think of...”
Brendon leans over to whisper in Ryan’s ear, and Ryan’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh,” Ryan says. “Yeah, I could go for that.” And he throws his phone on the couch and lets Brendon drag him off towards the bathroom.
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The water in the bathtub is scalding hot.
Ryan doesn’t care.
His Sidekick records twelve missed calls and eighteen text messages.
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Pete laughs and hangs up again.
“That little bastard isn’t answering his phone!” he mutters. “Probably fucking Brendon again.”
Patrick raises an eyebrow over his book.
“Yuh-huh?”
Pete grins, “Yeah,” and leans forward.
“You better not be thinking about them,” Patrick mutters.
“Shut up, Trick,” Pete teases, and leans forward again.
Patrick does.
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“This isn’t only the gayest band in the world, but the gayest label, coagulate, conglomerate, whatever.”
Ryan sighs, looking at the picture on his Sidekick. Brendon looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, and Ryan turns the Sidekick so Brendon can see the screen.
“Oh,” Brendon laughs. “Oh.”
Ryan nods.
“Yeah.”
He flicks the phone shut, sighing.
“I smell another penis scandal,” he sighs, burying his head in his arms. “Only this time, it’s all of us getting hung out to dry, not just Pete.”
“And it’s not literally our dicks?” Brendon points out helpfully.
Ryan just groans and presses his head further into the table while Brendon reaches out to stroke his arm sympathetically.
“Love you,” Brendon says.
“Aghh,” Ryan moans, covering his face with his hands.
“Thanks, thanks for that, Ryan,” Brendon laughs.
Ryan just rolls his eyes and leans over to kiss the corner of Brendon’s mouth.
“Shut up, I love you, too.”
Brendon smiles and thumbs Ryan’s jaw, and Ryan throws his hands up in the air when his Sidekick buzzes again.
“You know, Bren, if it weren’t for truth or dare, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”
Brendon chuckles and twines his fingers with Ryan’s, missing pieces sliding into place.
“Sure, we wouldn’t. But we’d be missing, like...this,” he says, leaning over to kiss Ryan’s neck.
Ryan’s face relaxes a little, and he smiles, genuine.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re right,” and he kisses the back of Brendon’s hand.
“Still. Let’s never, ever play truth or dare again,” he mutters, and his Sidekick buzzes yet again.
“Yeah,” Brendon says. “Yeah.”
FIN.
AUTHOR: therecordskipsx, which would be moi.
RATING: Ooh, lookit me and writing nc17!
POV: Third.
PAIRING: Ryan/Brendon, mainly, with a bit of slightly-more-than-implied Spencer/Jon, and even some Pete/Patrick! Ooh!
SUMMARY: This is part two to something that was originally a standalone. You should read that first, and then you'll know what this one is about. =]
DISCLAIMER: If this is true, I want video footage.
A/N: First time writing NC17! Tell me if I suck!
Ryan gets a first-hand view of what Brendon’s talking about a few days later. He hears a thump and a giggle coming from the living room, and edges around the corner to check it out.
What he sees is Jon and Spencer sitting on the couch, kissing sweetly. Like, we’re talking playground sweet, and if he stretches his neck a little, he can see their twined fingers and they way they’re smiling into each other’s mouths.
This is fucking weird, he thinks, because this is Jon and Spencer. Jon who’s whispering in Spencer’s ear, and Spencer who’s blushing and laughing softly. Ryan can’t help it, his mouth just splits his face right open, and he’s grinning so hard it hurts.
He’s watching them so intently, smile plastered on his face, fingers trailing absently over the wall, that he doesn’t even hear Brendon shuffling up behind him, not until he’s got arms around his waist and lips dancing over the skin on his neck.
“Mm...hi,” he whispers, turning around in Brendon’s arms, pressing a kiss on his lips and smiling. He nods his head backwards, in the direction of the living room. “They look happy,” he says, and Brendon slips his fingers up the back of Ryan’s t-shirt.
“Yeah, I think they are.” A brief kiss. “I am, too,” Brendon murmurs, smiling into the corner of Ryan’s mouth.
“God, you’re such a cheese ball,” Ryan teases, prodding Brendon’s arm with one long index finger. Brendon pouts dramatically and gives Ryan his puppy dog eyes, trying to mutter something about Ryan being a jerk...but Ryan leans forward and pulls Brendon’s lip lightly, eyes open and staring into Brendon’s. Brendon smiles, a silly contagious smile, and rests his forehead against Ryan’s.
“But yeah,” Ryan says, twisting his mouth, voice barely audible. “Me too.”
...And then Jon saunters up behind them, aww-ing loudly.
Ryan thunks his head sideways against the wall.
“Aren’t you two cute?” Jon coos, batting his eyelashes. Ryan slaps him playfully, and Jon flutters his eyelashes some more and slides away, swaying his hips in wide arcs.
“Like you two are any better!” Ryan shouts, and smirks when Jon starts a little before shutting the bathroom door.
“Oh,” Spencer says from behind him, and Ryan turns and shakes his head.
“No worries, dude. You look...happy. And besides, how can we be the gayest band in the world if you guys aren’t together?”
Spencer laughs uneasily and Ryan smiles when Brendon laces his arms around his waist and rests his head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, just not sure about how it’s all gonna work, y’know, what we’re gonna tell people,” Spencer mumbles. Ryan just shrugs.
“We’ll think about that when we get back to reality. For now it’s just us, so why worry, man?”
He smiles at Spencer and Spencer smiles back, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Besides,” Brendon says, nipping at Ryan’s earlobe. “The fan girls will love it.” He reaches down to slide a hand into Ryan’s jean pocket. “Y’know, the whole new insane level of sexual tension. We’ll take over YouTube once and for all!”
Ryan just rolls his eyes and slaps at Brendon’s wrist.
“Stop it, man, or we’re gonna have a problem, and I’m sure Spencer doesn’t want to see that.”
Jon laughs from behind the bathroom door, pulling it open with a dramatic yank and sauntering over, accompanied by the sound of the running toilet.
“Maybe Spencer doesn’t, but I wouldn’t mind!” he chuckles.
Spencer just groans and smacks Jon on the shoulder, and Jon just wraps his arms around Spencer’s waist and kisses his neck.
“Aww, c’mon, you know I’m just joking.” He pauses. “...Kind of.”
Spencer just blushes and looks away from Ryan’s wide smile and Brendon’s smart-ass smirk. After a few seconds Jon groans dramatically and detaches himself from Spencer.
“Fuck,” he says, drawn out. “All this gay cuteness is gonna make me puke.”
But the smile never leaves his face, and once again Ryan thinks of how weird this is, Jon being so...lovey, in his own weird way. Spencer shuffles after Jon, following him into the kitchen, mumbling something in Ryan’s direction before disappearing around the corner.
“Hey, don’t make a mess in there!” Brendon calls, and Ryan groans and bites the arm draped over his shoulder.
“Ooh,” Brendon says. “You wanna back that up, or what?”
Ryan spins around, smirking, and ducks his head under Brendon’s chin, nipping lightly at his skin.
“Mm,” Brendon sighs, tipping his head back. “I love that.”
“Hey!” Jon yells from the kitchen, poking his head around the wall. “Get a room!”
Ryan laughs and rests his head on Brendon’s shoulder, Brendon nuzzling his nose into the hair above Ryan’s ear.
“Well, you heard the man,” he whispers, pulling Ryan backwards by his wrists.
“Oh, wherever are you taking me?” Ryan asks, eyes wide, feigning surprise, and Brendon laughs and pulls him over, kisses the side of his mouth.
“Where else?”
Ryan grins and stumbles after Brendon, hand-in hand.
“Sometimes I think you only like me for my body,” Ryan chuckles, and Brendon looks back with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile.
“Sometimes I think you’re half-right.”
And Ryan closes the bedroom door behind them.
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Ryan swipes his tongue over Brendon’s stomach, blows cool air on his skin, and Brendon arches and twists a little.
“Fuck, Ry,” he murmurs. “You sure know how to...” and he ends with a choked moan when Ryan slides his lips down, down.
“Yeah,” Ryan purrs around him. “I sure do.”
Brendon reaches down to wind his fingers in Ryan’s hair, and Ryan just bobs and grazes his teeth over Brendon. All Brendon can think is, I love you, I love you, oh God, I love you, and then he’s coming down Ryan’s throat with a yelp.
And right now, everything is perfect.
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Brendon bounds into the living room, eyes flashing, like he’s got springs in the soles of his obnoxiously coloured sneakers. They’re all sitting around, talking about something or other, Spencer on Jon’s lap and Ryan stretched sideways over the armchair, scribbling lazily in a spiral bound notebook.
“Guys! Guys!” Brendon shouts excitedly, waving a box in the air.
“What’s...” Jon starts, but Brendon bounces on his heels and rushes on.
“Twister!” he yells, before Jon can even finish forming the thought.
Everyone groans in unison. Brendon pouts.
“Aww, come on guys, it’ll be fun!” He shoves Ryan’s legs down and sits on the arm of the chair. “Besides, don’t we owe a lot to stupid childhood games?”
And Ryan, at least, has to agree.
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So, now you know how they end up sliding all over the carpet on a plastic mat, twisted in uncomfortable, inhumane ways.
“Right hand, blue!” Jon snickers, and Ryan slides his hand under Brendon, his face way too close to Brendon’s ass for comfort.
“I swear,” Ryan mutters. “If you fart, I will kill you, dude.”
“It is a pretty good view though, eh?” Brendon says, wiggling his hips and looking at Ryan through his twisted arms, and Ryan rolls his eyes and looks down at the playing mat. But yeah, he’s gotta admit that Brendon’s ass is one of a kind. One day, he thinks, I’d like to...
“Left foot, yellow!” Jon bellows, and Spencer’s foot slides between Ryan’s legs.
“Jesus,” Spencer mutters. “Why did he get to be spinner?”
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Jon laughs and Brendon crosses his arms indignantly when Ryan says they haven’t fucked yet.
“Why not?” Jon drawls, and Ryan shrugs.
“It’s been a matter of days, dude.”
Jon shrugs.
“So? Besides, please tell me you’ve at least put something up there?”
Spencer turns bright red and Ryan chews his lip.
“Oh, come on!” Jon says. “You can’t be in the gayest band in the world...hell, you can’t be, like, a human male if you don’t at least try it.”
Brendon raises his eyebrows and Ryan crosses his hands over his knee.
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“Aww, c’mon,” Brendon coos. “For me?”
Ryan shakes his head.
“No, and...just, no.”
“Aww, Ry, please?” Brendon flutters his eyelashes and pouts. “How do you expect we’ll ever have sex if you don’t...”
“Brendon!” Ryan snaps. “I told you, man, I am not bottoming.”
Brendon sighs and shrugs.
“I’ll do it, then,” and squirts the jelly on his fingers. Ryan’s eyes get really wide when Brendon’s finger disappears, and by the end of the night, they’ve finger fucked themselves and each other way too many times for it to be healthy, wondering how the hell they’d never done this before.
For once, it seems like Jon had the most wisdom out of all of them.
“Well,” Brendon pants, falling back onto the pillows. “We should talk to Jon more often.”
Ryan swallows dryly and nods, unable to form coherent sentences.
“Yeah,” he finally breathes, and Brendon chuckles and wraps his arms around Ryan.
“Now, just imagine if that was like, a dick, or a vi...”
“Shut up,” Ryan groans. “Seriously. I can’t possibly do that again. I don’t even want to think about it.”
Brendon bites his shoulder and rubs against his thigh.
“Oh,” he smiles. “I think you could.”
Ryan just sighs and settles into the blankets.
Of course, Brendon eventually won the argument, and Ryan was secretly kind of glad he did.
Especially when Brendon catches Ryan a few days later with half his goddamn hand up his ass, biting his lip to keep from moaning. Brendon laughs and leans close to Ryan.
“You know you can be loud if you want,” he whispers. “Spencer and Jon are gone out.”
He bites down on Ryan’s neck, and Ryan just bites his lip harder and makes his small, deliberate movements just a little faster. Brendon just shakes his head and slides his hand around to grab Ryan’s cock. This time, Ryan moans, breathy and loud, and Brendon smirks against his skin.
“That’s what I thought,” he says, and Ryan comes all over his hand.
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“Truth or dare, Ry?” Jon says, rubbing lazy circles on Spencer’s thigh. Ryan rolls his eyes.
“Truth, duh.”
Jon scratches his head, slips his arm around Spencer’s waist.
“Ah...” he grins bigger, eyes flashing. “Ever been in love?” he teases, in a cheesy narrator voice. Ryan smiles a little and rubs his thumb over Brendon’s knuckles.
“I think so, Jon. I think so.”
And something in Brendon’s heart fills up and bursts into a million tiny shards of happy when Ryan smiles sideways at him.
Jon rolls his eyes and Spencer tries to conceal a smile.
“Brendon, truth or dare?” Spencer says, trying to sound exasperated instead of laughing.
“Truth,” Brendon murmurs, never taking his eyes off Ryan.
“Have you guys fucked yet?” Spencer chuckles. “’Cause you look like you’re ready to jump each other right on that chair.”
Ryan looks a little bewildered, eyebrows knit together, ‘cause since when does Jon ask questions about love, and Spencer about sex? Brendon strokes the inside of Ryan’s wrist and shakes his head.
“Nah,” he says, smiling at Ryan. “S’alright though. This...” he kisses Ryan softly. “This is good enough.”
Jon grabs his glass and stands up, sticking a finger in his mouth and gagging.
“Spare me, lovebirds. Anyone need a refill on their drink?”
Ryan raises an eyebrow.
“Sure. But your gag reflex better be better than that, Jonny-boy.”
Spencer reaches over and smacks Ryan on the back of the head.
“Shut up, virgin,” he says, and Ryan just laughs.
“Ass virgin only,” he says, and Spencer nods his head.
“Yeah, yeah. You really oughta work on that, though.”
And Ryan thinks this is funny, Spencer giving him sex advice.
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“I, uh...” Ryan breathes. “I don’t wanna hurt you man, I...”
Brendon shifts under Ryan and groans.
“Honestly, it’s gonna hurt more if you don’t do it. I’ll have blue balls for weeks.”
He smiles up at Ryan, trying to beam his trust through his eyes. It’s a cheesy moment, sure, but he fucking loves it.
“Besides,” he says, rubbing Ryan’s side with his fingers. “It can’t be that bad, right? And, I...I want to, I mean...”
Yeah, really fuckin’ cheesy, considering they’re guys, and this shouldn’t be so emotional. It should be sort of manly, hard and rough, without regard for pain or precaution. But if they’re both being honest, maybe they’re a little girlier than your average twenty year old guy anyways, and Brendon knows that Ryan’s probably going to kill himself if he so much as looks at Brendon the wrong way.
But Ryan bites his lip and nods, slipping his fingers out of Brendon gently, and Brendon makes this silly little noise in his throat, nnrgh, and lets his head loll backwards.
“Alright,” Ryan says, part question and part statement. Brendon just sort of nods, part affirmation and part reflex, and then there’s this awful, aching burn consuming him. He knows Ryan’s trying to be fucking careful, like Brendon’s glass or some shit like that, but this isn’t making it any easier. Brendon reaches around and grabs Ryan’s hips, pulling him closer.
“Ryan, seriously. Just do it.”
Ryan leans down to kiss him while he’s pushing, sliding, letting out a hiss of air at how fucking tight Brendon is, it almost hurts, and Brendon whimpers and pushes Ryan with his heels.
“Just...fucking...do it,” Brendon growls, with a level of want, need, that he didn’t know he had. “I don’t care if you tear me in half, just fucking do it.”
Ryan swallows and nods, pushing damp hair off Brendon’s forehead with his fingertips, brushing them slowly down his jaw.
“Fuck, I’m...this isn’t going to last,” he gasps, shifting his hips, sliding, changing angles until Brendon moans, until some of the pain slips off his face.
“It’s alright,” Brendon murmurs, eyes flicking open to rest on Ryan’s face. God, he really is a cheese ball, isn't he? “It’ll be perfect, anyways,” he sighs, pushing Ryan in further, further, until he’s as close as he can get.
He still wants him closer, now, always. Ryan leans down to kiss him, and no, now they’re as close as they can get, Ryan’s climbing inside his mouth, running nimble fingers over his jaw and down his chest. He wraps his hand around Brendon, twisting and stroking, kissing him harder.
Somehow, God knows how, they come together, something Brendon thought only happened in movies or romance novels or something equally as cheesy. Then again, this has been kind of fairy tale, hasn’t it? And yeah, they come together, whispering each other’s names and gasping quietly in the dark room.
Brendon clenches around Ryan, and Ryan moves inside Brendon once more before pulling out, cringing at the sick noise it makes and the way Brendon’s face screws up in pain.
“Sorry, Bren, sorry, I...” and Brendon just kisses him and smiles, pulling Ryan down to lay on his chest and covering them with the blankets.
“Shut up, man. Shut up. It’s alright, really,” and he kisses Ryan’s hair, still smelling like vanilla and sex.
“Bren, I...” Ryan mumbles. “This is gonna sound so corny, but dude, I love you.” He lifts his head to look at Brendon’s face. “Really.”
Brendon smiles and touches Ryan’s jaw.
“Yeah man, I know.”
Ryan lays down on his shoulder, and Brendon tunnels his fingers through Ryan’s hair.
“Love you, too,” he murmurs. “Now let’s go to sleep.”
And so they do.
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When they wake up around noon, it’s because Jon is standing beside the bed, snickering. Ryan groans and pulls the blanket over his head.
“This is getting to be a habit,” Brendon sighs, and Jon chuckles.
“Hey Spencer,” he calls softly. “C’mere.”
Spencer strolls in with a smile on his face, resting his head on Jon’s shoulder. Ryan pushes the blankets off his face, blinking in the light and rubs his eyes, kissing the underside of Brendon’s jaw.
He sees the flash from the corner of his eye and groans again.
“Jon, you and your fucking camera!”
Jon just laughs.
“Hey, man, sorry. Just preserving this, y’know, the morning after thing.” He smiles. “After all, you only have one first time.”
Brendon sighs and pulls Ryan closer, bathing in the warmth and the way they just fit, like puzzle pieces or some other corny metaphor.
“Fuck off,” Brendon says cheerfully. “Really. This is nice, and if you ruin it, I’ll kill you.”
Ryan laughs, brushing his nose against Brendon’s chest.
“What he said. Seriously.”
Jon and Spencer just look at each other and head for the door, smiling.
“Don’t stay in bed all day,” Jon says, and Ryan throws a pillow at the door.
“Fuck off,” he mumbles, burying himself in the blankets, and the door clicks shut, and they’re alone again. They kiss, and Ryan thinks this is perfect, heavenly, better than anything else. Brendon would be inclined to agree as his tongue slips past Ryan’s lips.
Ryan finds the words slipping out, into Brendon’s mouth, before he can stop them.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he mumbles, and Brendon smiles.
“Never,” Brendon whispers, and they curl back up with all intentions of going back to sleep.
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They are, I’m sorry to say, interrupted about an hour later by laughter echoing loudly through the house.
“Really? Let me see!”
Ryan jumps, rubbing his face.
“Did I just hear...” and the bedroom door swings open, revealing the one and only Pete Wentz with Jon’s camera in hand.
“You guys sure are somethin’ else,” Pete says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I come up here to see how my young protégés are doing, and I see this!” Pete laughs loudly and shakes his head, turning the camera screen out towards the two boys on the bed. (Who are, by the way, at this point trying desperately to disappear.) Pete looks at them, takes in their embarrassment and shock and laughs, patting Ryan’s leg through the sheet.
“Aw, come on now boys, don’t look so afraid! I saw this coming, just like the rest of ‘em. Hell, I’ve known about Jon and Spencer almost longer than they have!”
And then Pete’s up, bouncing out of the room, leaving Ryan and Brendon to gape at each other in his wake.
“I, uh...” Brendon laughs. “What the hell was that?”
Ryan shakes his head, lips pressed together in a thin line.
“I don’t know, but in about an hour, the whole of FBR and everyone they know is going to have seen that picture.”
Brendon laughs, and Ryan freezes.
“Oh, shit, Bren...pray to God that doesn’t end up on someone’s Buzznet.”
Brendon stops laughing.
“Oh,” he says. “Yeah.”
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Ryan’s Sidekick buzzes for the four hundredth time, and he glances at it, irritated.
“Bill,” he sighs, and flips the phone open, lifting it to his ear. Brendon hears the shriek of laughter on the other end, and Ryan flinches.
“Yeah, yeah Becks...no, it’s not fake...yeah, we...what? No, I’m not telling you that...okay, dude...bye.”
Ryan flicks the phone shut and leans his head against the couch, groaning.
“God, this is awful.”
Brendon chuckles and ruffles Ryan’s hair.
“Aww, c’mon. It’s not that bad. And besides, I’m sure I could do something to distract you?” Brendon says, eyebrows raised, mouth twisted.
“How can you even think of...”
Brendon leans over to whisper in Ryan’s ear, and Ryan’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh,” Ryan says. “Yeah, I could go for that.” And he throws his phone on the couch and lets Brendon drag him off towards the bathroom.
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The water in the bathtub is scalding hot.
Ryan doesn’t care.
His Sidekick records twelve missed calls and eighteen text messages.
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Pete laughs and hangs up again.
“That little bastard isn’t answering his phone!” he mutters. “Probably fucking Brendon again.”
Patrick raises an eyebrow over his book.
“Yuh-huh?”
Pete grins, “Yeah,” and leans forward.
“You better not be thinking about them,” Patrick mutters.
“Shut up, Trick,” Pete teases, and leans forward again.
Patrick does.
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“This isn’t only the gayest band in the world, but the gayest label, coagulate, conglomerate, whatever.”
Ryan sighs, looking at the picture on his Sidekick. Brendon looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, and Ryan turns the Sidekick so Brendon can see the screen.
“Oh,” Brendon laughs. “Oh.”
Ryan nods.
“Yeah.”
He flicks the phone shut, sighing.
“I smell another penis scandal,” he sighs, burying his head in his arms. “Only this time, it’s all of us getting hung out to dry, not just Pete.”
“And it’s not literally our dicks?” Brendon points out helpfully.
Ryan just groans and presses his head further into the table while Brendon reaches out to stroke his arm sympathetically.
“Love you,” Brendon says.
“Aghh,” Ryan moans, covering his face with his hands.
“Thanks, thanks for that, Ryan,” Brendon laughs.
Ryan just rolls his eyes and leans over to kiss the corner of Brendon’s mouth.
“Shut up, I love you, too.”
Brendon smiles and thumbs Ryan’s jaw, and Ryan throws his hands up in the air when his Sidekick buzzes again.
“You know, Bren, if it weren’t for truth or dare, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”
Brendon chuckles and twines his fingers with Ryan’s, missing pieces sliding into place.
“Sure, we wouldn’t. But we’d be missing, like...this,” he says, leaning over to kiss Ryan’s neck.
Ryan’s face relaxes a little, and he smiles, genuine.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re right,” and he kisses the back of Brendon’s hand.
“Still. Let’s never, ever play truth or dare again,” he mutters, and his Sidekick buzzes yet again.
“Yeah,” Brendon says. “Yeah.”
FIN.