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I wanted to drag this out, so I'm splitting the last of this into two short chapters, just like Harry Potter. mwah x
1Funny
Brendon’s humming as he showers and Ryan can’t help but chuckle to himself, as he tries to figure out what the tune he’s singing is. He settles on the genre- classic rock- but not the artist or song and when he ducks his head into the bathroom to get a better listen, he can just about see Brendon’s figure blurred behind the glass. He’s dancing around the shower with a shower-head-microphone. Ryan cups his own mouth and tries not to laugh too loud, thinking- despite his ridiculous performance- the singing’s not all that bad.
When Brendon emerges from the bathroom; a towel round his waist and chest dripping wet, Ryan smirks.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says softly. Brendon smiles genuinely and walks towards Ryan’s bed, where Ryan is now lighting up. He wraps his hands around the lower of Ryan’s back and pulls him in close.
“Coming from you, baby, that means a lot.” Brendon says, with a rather goofy smile on his face. Ryan inhales and laughs it out, cheeks flushed. “Ryan?” Brendon suddenly asks, head tilting to the side and expression scrunching up a little in wonderment. “Why do you do that? The smoking, I mean.”
Ryan thinks for a minute, then shrugs. “I have no idea. I just- I do. I like it, I guess.” Then, he flips it around in his fingers, between his and Brendon’s chests, as an offering. Brendon looks skeptical, but opens his mouth slightly and Ryan presses the cigarette between his lips. He’s known for bringing a deck into school, just in case he wants to smoke, so taking one from his boyfriend isn’t going to do much harm. It fogs Brendon’s mind for short second, but after a few splutters and heavy blinks, it clears up.
“Yup,” Brendon concludes. “I won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”
“Aw, my poor baby!” Ryan mocks, kissing Brendon’s lips better anyway. The kiss is deep and turns into a bite, so Brendon grinds into Ryan, keeping his expression casual, pressing wet cloth against denim and tightening his grip on the back of Ryan’s tee-shirt. He kisses Ryan as he walks them a few steps back. When his toe touches the edge of Ryan’s bed, he tips them over, so Ryan’s body is pressing between bed sheets and his front. Ryan wraps his legs around Brendon’s hips and pushes them together to take a hold of him, before using his thigh muscles to roll them over. He sits up on Brendon’s lap and laughs; eyes darting from his wet shirt and Brendon’s almost naked body.
“We have to go. We’re meeting in an hour.” Ryan instructs and he means it, even though he’s hard as anything and desperately wants to do something- anything- sexual to his boyfriend right now. He thinks about the previous night and shivers happily. Suddenly, his eyebrow raises and his mouth opens into a tiny oval shape. “Baby, are you a virgin?” He asks, curiously and Brendon nods.
“Yeah, you?” Brendon wonders.
“Yes and no.” Ryan admits. No he’s not a virgin; he’s fucked girls before, but he hated every moment of it. He is, however, a virgin in the sense that he’s never had the kind of tacky sex he’s seen online- on second thought, that’s probably a good thing. Brendon asks what Ryan means and Ryan explains that he’s never been with a boy and no one’s ever been with him. Brendon thinks he understands what Ryan’s trying to say, but he isn’t entirely sure. Ryan ducks down and kisses Brendon deeply, but only for a few seconds, because suddenly he’s up and he’s making for the wardrobe to find a dry tee-shirt, so Brendon stands also and dresses himself.
*
“Oi, lovebirds! Can’t hear the dialogue over the sound of you smooching.” Spencer hisses; though, really, he isn’t angry at all. Ryan slumps back into his chair, pulling his hand out from inside Brendon’s pants and groaning something about how Spencer is simply jealous. Spencer laughs and tells Ryan that he couldn’t care less, but Jon actually wanted to see this movie and if they wanted to fuck, then they could have stayed at home. Seeing that Ryan’s become distracted from his not so subtle mission of getting his boyfriend off in the cinema, Brendon chuckles something naughty into Ryan’s ear and forces him to lose interest in his conversation with Spencer, until Jon sighs and struggles his face out of the dent in Spencer’s chest, so Spencer can blow a sharp breath into Ryan’s ear and make him jump. Ryan squeals and throws himself onto Spencer, tugging and pulling and hitting. All very lightly, because he couldn’t dream of hurting Spencer. Brendon watches, quietly laughing. He isn’t concerned about the way Spencer and Ryan are together, because, even if Ryan doesn’t love him, he knows Ryan likes him a lot and besides he promised nothing would happen. The boys tussle until Ryan is thrown over the row in front of them. He thinks he might have done some real damage, but can’t help laughing, hysterically, trying to climb out of the cinema seat. Spencer holds his aching stomach as he tries to laugh quietly.
“This is almost as funny as last month, when you slept over and pissed yourself!” Ryan exclaims, pointing at Spencer and determined to seek revenge.
“I- I didn’t fucking wet myself!” He hisses back, shocked behind a mouth open so wide, his jaw could easily be dislocated and it would take a second glance to notice. “You put my hand in a bucket of water while I was asleep!” Despite knowing Ryan’s wrong, Spencer’s face reddens as Brendon laughs and Jon cups his mouth; trying not to make a sound. The chair squeaks as Ryan finally manages to haul himself up and out of it; falling onto Spencer’s lap again.
Jon begins elbowing Spencer in the ribs, but he’s busy wrestling Ryan on his lap; grunting and laughing and trying to win the play fight. Brendon curiously watches Jon try to gain Spencer’s attention and then stretches over the empty seat next to him to grasp a hold of Ryan.
“Ryan-” Brendon whispers, tugging at his shirt sleeve where it’s folded below his elbow. Ryan turns his head blankly toward Brendon and presses the pads of his fingers into Spencer’s knuckles to keep him from throwing a punch while Brendon needs him. A clear blue sky scene from the screen plays in the reflection of Ryan’s wide pupils and Brendon’s eyes grow larger, as his mouth falls. The sound of a throat being cleared behind Ryan’s view makes him start and fall from Spencer’s lap.
“Oops.” Ryan stutters.
*
“It was a shit movie!” Ryan declares, shaking a lighter close to his face, in anger because it won’t light the cigarette perched between his lips. The lighter fails immensely, so Ryan scoffs and throws it aggressively to the ground.
“Ry- baby, here.” Brendon says, catching Ryan before he completely goes off on one. He pulls out a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette dampening in Ryan’s mouth; kissing Ryan on the cheek and holding him in place with a hand on his back. A smoke cloud fills Brendon’s face briefly, but he’s used to Ryan’s complete lack of concern for others’ health when he’s smoking.
“It wasn’t a shit movie!” Jon barks, turning sharply into the group and unfolding his arms, to throw them to his side.
“It wasn’t even in English!” Ryan retorts, though he genuinely is sorry he had them kicked out of the cinema. Then, noticing Jon’s breathing is so loud; it can be heard over the rush hour traffic, he apologies. “I didn’t know the guy was there, okay? Sorry. Geez, I’m supposed to be the moody one, remember?”
Jon grunts, as he decides that now is a good time to go home. He steps off the pavement and crosses the road, darting in between vehicles, because, apparently, waiting for the traffic lights to switch isn’t soon enough. Maybe the heat of the sun is bothering Jon; he’s easily affected by the sun and often gets ill from being too warm. Spencer suspects that this is the problem and hurries after him, leaving Ryan’s mouth open in surprise and Brendon’s fingers laced in Ryan’s hair.
*
“He’s right you know.” Spencer sighs, as he presses his hands on the wall and lowers himself to a sitting position. His body drops heavily and his legs swing over the edge of the grey, tapping the stone lightly. “You’ve been acting pretty odd recently.” He wraps an arm around Jon, who is, of course, still sulking. He’s kicking the wall violently and resting a pouting face in his hands. His knees must be burning from the weight of his elbows pushing into them to make a stand for his chin. Spencer watches the tracks that are, maybe, nine feet below them and at least ten meters away. Everything else is broken and tossed away. Trash. He wonders if Jon’s feeling like trash and that’s why he’s moping here- maybe he’s reading into it a little too much. Jon rolls his eyes to the hand still on Spencer’s lap and watches fingers dance around on denim. It’s an absent-minded habit of Spencer’s, one that Jon’s sure only he has ever noticed. He studies immaculate, short nails move and tap and then remembers the other set is resting on his shoulder. He shrugs to free himself and grunts, trying not to overanalyze. Spencer apologizes and brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his hands around his legs and hugging them.
“You wanna talk about it?” He mumbles, without turning his head to see the seemingly angry boy beside him.
“I’m just confused.” Jon replies, licking his lips, hesitantly. When he’s asked to elaborate, he refuses and so Spencer sighs, unfolding his legs again and resting his face in his hands; mirroring Jon’s sitting. The only difference is that Jon is staring at his feet, whereas Spencer is watching Jon’s eyelids flick up and down. He waits for an explanation. Anything. But Jon keeps his lips pressed tightly together, until Spencer shuffles closer and leans his cheek on Jon’s shoulder.
“Where are the others?” Jon stutters, suddenly worried that they will be inteupted.
“Ryan walked Brendon to the bus stop and then went home to do something- oh shit, what did he say he was going to do?” Spencer’s face crumples until he finally admits he can’t remember what Ryan had said nor really cared to know. “He can’t make it over tonight either- his dad needs him to help fix the car I think, but again, I wasn’t really paying much attention, just worrying about you, you stupid dick.” He jokes; squeezing Jon’s knee and snuggling into him. Jon hums to acknowledge the conversation, but continues to watch his shoes as he swings his feet.
“Anyway, I should go home; gotta shower and stuff, y’know?” Spencer smiles and pulls himself to his feet. “It’ll just be us tonight, so if you wanna talk about it, we can. I’ll bring over a movie or two- I’m sure my folks have some foreign films kicking about.” Before he leaves, he stands behind his friend, digs his hands into his shoulders and kisses him on the back of his head overdramatically. Jon sighs and rubs the sweat away from his palms, then turns to watch Spencer leave.
When Brendon emerges from the bathroom; a towel round his waist and chest dripping wet, Ryan smirks.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says softly. Brendon smiles genuinely and walks towards Ryan’s bed, where Ryan is now lighting up. He wraps his hands around the lower of Ryan’s back and pulls him in close.
“Coming from you, baby, that means a lot.” Brendon says, with a rather goofy smile on his face. Ryan inhales and laughs it out, cheeks flushed. “Ryan?” Brendon suddenly asks, head tilting to the side and expression scrunching up a little in wonderment. “Why do you do that? The smoking, I mean.”
Ryan thinks for a minute, then shrugs. “I have no idea. I just- I do. I like it, I guess.” Then, he flips it around in his fingers, between his and Brendon’s chests, as an offering. Brendon looks skeptical, but opens his mouth slightly and Ryan presses the cigarette between his lips. He’s known for bringing a deck into school, just in case he wants to smoke, so taking one from his boyfriend isn’t going to do much harm. It fogs Brendon’s mind for short second, but after a few splutters and heavy blinks, it clears up.
“Yup,” Brendon concludes. “I won’t be doing that again anytime soon.”
“Aw, my poor baby!” Ryan mocks, kissing Brendon’s lips better anyway. The kiss is deep and turns into a bite, so Brendon grinds into Ryan, keeping his expression casual, pressing wet cloth against denim and tightening his grip on the back of Ryan’s tee-shirt. He kisses Ryan as he walks them a few steps back. When his toe touches the edge of Ryan’s bed, he tips them over, so Ryan’s body is pressing between bed sheets and his front. Ryan wraps his legs around Brendon’s hips and pushes them together to take a hold of him, before using his thigh muscles to roll them over. He sits up on Brendon’s lap and laughs; eyes darting from his wet shirt and Brendon’s almost naked body.
“We have to go. We’re meeting in an hour.” Ryan instructs and he means it, even though he’s hard as anything and desperately wants to do something- anything- sexual to his boyfriend right now. He thinks about the previous night and shivers happily. Suddenly, his eyebrow raises and his mouth opens into a tiny oval shape. “Baby, are you a virgin?” He asks, curiously and Brendon nods.
“Yeah, you?” Brendon wonders.
“Yes and no.” Ryan admits. No he’s not a virgin; he’s fucked girls before, but he hated every moment of it. He is, however, a virgin in the sense that he’s never had the kind of tacky sex he’s seen online- on second thought, that’s probably a good thing. Brendon asks what Ryan means and Ryan explains that he’s never been with a boy and no one’s ever been with him. Brendon thinks he understands what Ryan’s trying to say, but he isn’t entirely sure. Ryan ducks down and kisses Brendon deeply, but only for a few seconds, because suddenly he’s up and he’s making for the wardrobe to find a dry tee-shirt, so Brendon stands also and dresses himself.
*
“Oi, lovebirds! Can’t hear the dialogue over the sound of you smooching.” Spencer hisses; though, really, he isn’t angry at all. Ryan slumps back into his chair, pulling his hand out from inside Brendon’s pants and groaning something about how Spencer is simply jealous. Spencer laughs and tells Ryan that he couldn’t care less, but Jon actually wanted to see this movie and if they wanted to fuck, then they could have stayed at home. Seeing that Ryan’s become distracted from his not so subtle mission of getting his boyfriend off in the cinema, Brendon chuckles something naughty into Ryan’s ear and forces him to lose interest in his conversation with Spencer, until Jon sighs and struggles his face out of the dent in Spencer’s chest, so Spencer can blow a sharp breath into Ryan’s ear and make him jump. Ryan squeals and throws himself onto Spencer, tugging and pulling and hitting. All very lightly, because he couldn’t dream of hurting Spencer. Brendon watches, quietly laughing. He isn’t concerned about the way Spencer and Ryan are together, because, even if Ryan doesn’t love him, he knows Ryan likes him a lot and besides he promised nothing would happen. The boys tussle until Ryan is thrown over the row in front of them. He thinks he might have done some real damage, but can’t help laughing, hysterically, trying to climb out of the cinema seat. Spencer holds his aching stomach as he tries to laugh quietly.
“This is almost as funny as last month, when you slept over and pissed yourself!” Ryan exclaims, pointing at Spencer and determined to seek revenge.
“I- I didn’t fucking wet myself!” He hisses back, shocked behind a mouth open so wide, his jaw could easily be dislocated and it would take a second glance to notice. “You put my hand in a bucket of water while I was asleep!” Despite knowing Ryan’s wrong, Spencer’s face reddens as Brendon laughs and Jon cups his mouth; trying not to make a sound. The chair squeaks as Ryan finally manages to haul himself up and out of it; falling onto Spencer’s lap again.
Jon begins elbowing Spencer in the ribs, but he’s busy wrestling Ryan on his lap; grunting and laughing and trying to win the play fight. Brendon curiously watches Jon try to gain Spencer’s attention and then stretches over the empty seat next to him to grasp a hold of Ryan.
“Ryan-” Brendon whispers, tugging at his shirt sleeve where it’s folded below his elbow. Ryan turns his head blankly toward Brendon and presses the pads of his fingers into Spencer’s knuckles to keep him from throwing a punch while Brendon needs him. A clear blue sky scene from the screen plays in the reflection of Ryan’s wide pupils and Brendon’s eyes grow larger, as his mouth falls. The sound of a throat being cleared behind Ryan’s view makes him start and fall from Spencer’s lap.
“Oops.” Ryan stutters.
*
“It was a shit movie!” Ryan declares, shaking a lighter close to his face, in anger because it won’t light the cigarette perched between his lips. The lighter fails immensely, so Ryan scoffs and throws it aggressively to the ground.
“Ry- baby, here.” Brendon says, catching Ryan before he completely goes off on one. He pulls out a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette dampening in Ryan’s mouth; kissing Ryan on the cheek and holding him in place with a hand on his back. A smoke cloud fills Brendon’s face briefly, but he’s used to Ryan’s complete lack of concern for others’ health when he’s smoking.
“It wasn’t a shit movie!” Jon barks, turning sharply into the group and unfolding his arms, to throw them to his side.
“It wasn’t even in English!” Ryan retorts, though he genuinely is sorry he had them kicked out of the cinema. Then, noticing Jon’s breathing is so loud; it can be heard over the rush hour traffic, he apologies. “I didn’t know the guy was there, okay? Sorry. Geez, I’m supposed to be the moody one, remember?”
Jon grunts, as he decides that now is a good time to go home. He steps off the pavement and crosses the road, darting in between vehicles, because, apparently, waiting for the traffic lights to switch isn’t soon enough. Maybe the heat of the sun is bothering Jon; he’s easily affected by the sun and often gets ill from being too warm. Spencer suspects that this is the problem and hurries after him, leaving Ryan’s mouth open in surprise and Brendon’s fingers laced in Ryan’s hair.
*
“He’s right you know.” Spencer sighs, as he presses his hands on the wall and lowers himself to a sitting position. His body drops heavily and his legs swing over the edge of the grey, tapping the stone lightly. “You’ve been acting pretty odd recently.” He wraps an arm around Jon, who is, of course, still sulking. He’s kicking the wall violently and resting a pouting face in his hands. His knees must be burning from the weight of his elbows pushing into them to make a stand for his chin. Spencer watches the tracks that are, maybe, nine feet below them and at least ten meters away. Everything else is broken and tossed away. Trash. He wonders if Jon’s feeling like trash and that’s why he’s moping here- maybe he’s reading into it a little too much. Jon rolls his eyes to the hand still on Spencer’s lap and watches fingers dance around on denim. It’s an absent-minded habit of Spencer’s, one that Jon’s sure only he has ever noticed. He studies immaculate, short nails move and tap and then remembers the other set is resting on his shoulder. He shrugs to free himself and grunts, trying not to overanalyze. Spencer apologizes and brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his hands around his legs and hugging them.
“You wanna talk about it?” He mumbles, without turning his head to see the seemingly angry boy beside him.
“I’m just confused.” Jon replies, licking his lips, hesitantly. When he’s asked to elaborate, he refuses and so Spencer sighs, unfolding his legs again and resting his face in his hands; mirroring Jon’s sitting. The only difference is that Jon is staring at his feet, whereas Spencer is watching Jon’s eyelids flick up and down. He waits for an explanation. Anything. But Jon keeps his lips pressed tightly together, until Spencer shuffles closer and leans his cheek on Jon’s shoulder.
“Where are the others?” Jon stutters, suddenly worried that they will be inteupted.
“Ryan walked Brendon to the bus stop and then went home to do something- oh shit, what did he say he was going to do?” Spencer’s face crumples until he finally admits he can’t remember what Ryan had said nor really cared to know. “He can’t make it over tonight either- his dad needs him to help fix the car I think, but again, I wasn’t really paying much attention, just worrying about you, you stupid dick.” He jokes; squeezing Jon’s knee and snuggling into him. Jon hums to acknowledge the conversation, but continues to watch his shoes as he swings his feet.
“Anyway, I should go home; gotta shower and stuff, y’know?” Spencer smiles and pulls himself to his feet. “It’ll just be us tonight, so if you wanna talk about it, we can. I’ll bring over a movie or two- I’m sure my folks have some foreign films kicking about.” Before he leaves, he stands behind his friend, digs his hands into his shoulders and kisses him on the back of his head overdramatically. Jon sighs and rubs the sweat away from his palms, then turns to watch Spencer leave.
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