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Brendon stepped out of the shower, the cold air hitting his soaked body. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he slicked back his wet hair, drying off with the medium purple towel that belonged to Spencer. He tied it around his waist, walking out of the washroom and into the small condo they were currently residing in. It was small, but big enough for the four of them. Beach front, with two adjoining areas, each with their own living room along with two bedrooms each. And Brendon's favorite feature, warm showers and baths.
He walked towards his room, going past the one Ryan had made his in the process. There was an uncommon noise that came from the room, the door ajar. The sound of a groan followed by a pleasured gasp. Brendon made a glance down the hall to look at the closed door to his room, debating to look inside or just go to his room. He decided otherwise when he heard a stifled moan, followed by the sound of Spencer's voice.
"Shh, you're going to let Brendon hear, Ry!" His voice was whispered and hoarse, dominant and demanding as he controlled the younger boy. Brendon peered in, his face instantly flushing at the scene that was happening on Ryan's bed.
Ryan was on his elbows and knees, his ass in the air. Spencer was leaning partially over him, one hand on the latter's swollen member, his other hand's fingers working themselves in and out of Ryan's pale, porcelain ass. The two were both completely naked, sweating and panting together as they acted like animals. Their hair was disheveled, Ryan's hands tangled in the sheets as Spencer's fingers made a scissoring motion, his other hand twisting as it gripped Ryan's swollen member.
"Fuck Spence." Ryan groaned the words, giving a feminine whimper.
Brendon turned around, his back against the wall as his heart pounded. It was obvious that it wasn't the first time the two had done it, but Brendon couldn't help but wonder how long they had been going at it, and why they had been keeping it a secret.
"Shh, Ryan. One of the others might hear. And we don't want that." Spencer hissed the words, sending chills up Brendon's spine. He was more demanding then when they were in a group, and Ryan was never submissive when they were doing things like playing board-games. Brendon could hear them rustling around, and watched as they changed their positions. Spencer sat so he could lean against the headboard, giving Brendon a clear view of his erect member. He watched as Ryan got a bottle from the bedside table, pouring some of the contents onto his hand. He slowly smeared some of the contents onto Spencer's member, making the older moan.
A hand went up to Brendon's mouth, keeping him from whimpering as his blood ran south. He turned to see Jon, his face a mix between anger and understanding.
"Watching two people fuck? That's a new low, even for you Brendon." Jon hardly whispered the words before grabbing Brendon's arm so he could drag him into the other portion of the condo. He sat Brendon down on the couch and watched as the younger man became more uncomfortable. He had just realized that he hardly had anything covering him. Granted, Jon was just clad in a pair of shorts. But still.
"Brendon, is this the first time you've caught them?" Jon asked as he got two beers out of the fridge. Brendon nodded. Jon sighed and popped the bottle caps off for the beer, handing one of the bottles to Brendon. Jon used his ring finger to point to Brendon, talking as he brought the bottle to his lips, his other hand in his pocket. "I can tell you liked it."
Brendon hurriedly crossed his legs, taking a drink of the beer he had been given. "How long have they...thought about each other that way?" Brendon asked after clearing his throat.
"Before they met either of us. I can tell you that much." Brendon nodded and looked towards the window, feeling like a fool. It was the result of a secret he wouldn't admit to anyone, including himself.
"How about this," Brendon looked back over at Jon, who gave a small smile. "I caught them a few years ago, and ever sense they've allowed me to take pictures and sometimes videos whenever I catch them. Do you wanna see some of them?" Brendon stared at him for a few seconds, feeling sick. How could they all do this stuff without having him know?
"Okay." Brendon said with a nod.
"Go get dressed first, I don't want to see your naked ass." Brendon nodded and stood, walking to his room. He quickly put on some clothing, going out into the living room. Jon was sitting there with his feet propped up on the coffee table, apple in one hand while the other held a remote to flip through the channels of the flat screen TV in front of him. There was a box next to his feet, one that looked like it used to be in a comic-book store, the outside painted black with a small label that read 'Ryan and Spencer.' Brendon always knew that Jon had a slight love for photography, and couldn't help but wonder what would make Spencer and Ryan allow him to take pictures of them stark naked.
"You can flip through them, if you see something you like just ask and I might give it to you." Jon muttered through a mouthful of food. Brendon nodded, taking off the lid of the box. He took out the first folder, marked with the year all of the pictures inside had been taken.
The first one had Ryan leaning back against Spencer, his mouth open as sweat covered their bodies. Spencer was licking Ryan's ear, sex beads halfway in Ryan. The two both had messy hair, Ryan completely naked while Spencer still had his shirt on. Granted, it was unbuttoned so the viewer could get a clear view of his chest. Spencer's hands were holding Ryan's wrists, the younger boys toes curled.
Brendon squirmed in his seat, putting the first picture down so he could move on to the next one. The picture that was resting on his lap proved to him that Ryan and Spencer were willing to allow Jon to take photos from any angle he wanted. It was from down below, going up. It pictured Spencer's fingers in Ryan, Spencer's free hand resting on the side of Ryan's member. Ryan's hands were wrapped backwards around Spencer, his eyes closed as his head tilted slightly down. Spencer was kissing Ryan's cheek, his eyes looking at the younger man lovingly. Brendon put the papers down, his head falling into his hands. How could he have been so blind?
"I was disappointed when I found out, too." Jon mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Brendon muttered back. It was getting to be all too much for him.
"I've seen the way you look at Ryan, the way you can't help but act like a fumbling fool when you're around him. Your pupils get bigger, your heart race increases, all of this just when you see him. Face it, you like him more than you'll admit."
Brendon stood, walking over to the door to the sandy beach outside. "This is all just to much. I have to go try and clear my head." Brendon grabbed his hoddie, and walked out of the door, leaving Jon alone to look at the picture that had fallen on top.
He would never admit that it was his favorite, but it was. Ryan wasn't present in it, just a picture of Spencer sprawled in the sheets, his hand on his own member while the other stayed next to him. He was looking directly into the camera, his mouth open so it looked like he was panting. The lighting in the room made every bead of sweat on him shimmer. Jon gave a small sigh, putting the picture back into the folder before placing it gingerly back into the black box.
"What are you doing, Jon?" Spencer asked with a small smile. He sat next to Jon on the couch, his hair messy. Jon felt sick as the smell of musk and sweat hit him. He could hear Ryan digging in the fridge, pulling out ingredients for dinner.
"Brendon caught you two." Jon said with a shrug. The sounds Ryan had been making stopped, showing that he was listening to the other two.
"What did you tell him?" Spencer asked as his brows knitted together with worry. Jon sighed, tossing the apple core into the trash bin that sat by the couch. Ryan went back to making dinner, choosing to listen to the TV instead of the conversation the other two boys were having.
"I showed him my little black box." Spencer rested his head on Jon's lap, looking up at the oldest of the four. He allowed his legs to take up the rest of the couch, his hands on his stomach.
"What did he think?" Spencer whispered the words, scared of what might happen now that Brendon knew. Scared that they might have lost their younger mate.
"Don't know. He said he had to go and think for a bit."
"You should have gone after him Jon! What if he hates us now and never comes back?" Ryan was leaning against the counter, his eyes filled with worried tears as he watched the other two.
"Ryan, just give him a little bit of time to think. It's a lot to take in, but it's not like he's completely innocent. He'll come back when he's ready." Spencer put his hand on Jon's face, turning his attention back to the boys baby blues.
"You're like an older brother Jon." Spencer said with a lazy smile playing on his lips. Jon nodded once. No one in the room noticed his slightly dilated pupils, nor did they hear his heart race. No one noticed the slight changes that occurred when he looked at Spencer.

Brendon walked in the cool white sand, his feet numb from the icy wind. Clouds from the rain they had earlier in the day were still hanging in the sky, only allowing a small amount of sunlight to come through. Even with that in mind, it was bright out. He could tell it was about a half hour before dark, not that he cared as he made his way to the small dock. A single boat was tied to the left side of the dock, the rest of it empty. He sat down on the edge, hanging his pale feet off of it so they could touch the salt water. He let out a heavy sigh, his thoughts all trying to process what had happened.
How could he have been so blind? They all were sharing this big secret and he hadn't gotten any hint of it. He couldn't understand why they had been keeping it a secret from him. That they wanted to keep it from him. He wasn't judgmental, and after a year of knowing them he spilled all of his secrets out. And they hadn't told him anything. It made him wonder just how much they were keeping from him.
He watched as the colorful fish circled his feet, not one of them biting his pale flesh, despite it being a foreign object in their lives. He hated this trip. It was a bad idea. He wished Ryan hadn't suggested it. That he hadn't agreed to join them. He looked up at the rolling waves, the water dark and ready for another storm. A hand fell onto his shoulder, and Brendon looked over to see Jon sitting down next to him, crossing his legs on the wooden planks.
"It's cold out here." He muttered as he looked out at the sea.
"Hmm." Brendon hummed his agreement, not knowing what to say. The two were silent, both trying to figure out what was going on in the others head. Jon finally sighed, looking over at the younger boy. His eyes were dark, his face showing his afflicted emotions.
"Do you regret it?" Jon watched as Brendon gave a short nod, making the older boy give another sigh. "Brendon, you can't regret things. Even if it seems like a bad idea now, you had to have thought it was a good idea at some point in time in the past. Never regret things that you used to think were okay. Because that just means that you don't like who you are, and you know you should like who you are. You're fun, creative, entertaining, if any one of us is feeling down, you're always the first to make us laugh. You just can't not like who you are."
"That's a double negative." Brendon muttered. He pulled his feet out of the water, pulling his legs to his chest. "If you guys really like me that much, then why did you hide it from me?" Jon was silent for a few minutes.
"They were scared of what you would think. Ryan didn't want you to think of him as a whore, and Spencer wanted to be the brotherly figure that you looked up to. They were both afraid that if you found out that you would think less of them." Jon paused. "Do you think less of them?" It started to sprinkle. Tiny rain drops fell onto the dock and into the dark water, making an odd symphony.
"No, I just wish they would have at least told me they were gay."
"Did you tell them?" Brendon looked over at Jon, his round eyes big and scared. "Come on back with me. Ryan made dinner, and will be worried if you don't show up to eat it." Brendon took one more glance at the water, feeling reluctant to leave. "And he made Kool-Aid." Brendon let out a small laugh.
"Are you going to tell me to drink the Kool-Aid?"
"Drink the Kool-Aid Brendon. Drink ittttt." Jon said in a mocking manner. The two laughed and Brendon finally stood.
Jon gave a small smile, having Brendon help him up. "I guess with that logic I don't have a choice but to come back with you."
"Guess not." Jon said. The two made their way back to the small condo, both feeling a lot more confident about their secret feelings. Though neither would ever speak a word of it.