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The band had rented out a hotel as they toured, the first time they had a chance at sleeping in an actual bed that month. They were all excited about it, but each for different reason; Ryan and Spencer were happy to finally have some time alone, Jon adoring the scenery outside by the pool, and Brendon, he was just happy there was a bar. They checked in, getting only two rooms.
Spencer and Ryan disappeared as soon as they got a hold of their room key, leaving Brendon and Jon standing in the lobby.
"Guess we're sharing a room, huh?" Jon asked with a small laugh. Brendon took one of the room keys, leaving his bag with Jon.
"I'm going to get a drink." Brendon mumbled as he walked off. Jon watched him nervously, trying to find what was going on in the younger boys head. With a sigh he picked up the luggage that they had, carrying it off to their room. He was worried about Brendon, though he never mentioned it. Ryan and Spencer seemed oblivious to the slight differences that Brendon seemed to have gone through ever since he found out, but Jon was always the one to pick up on the little things that went otherwise unnoticed.
He sighed, closing the door to the hotel room as he tossed the bags over to a corner. Jon kicked off his shoes, jumping on one of the twin sized beds. It was nothing a nap couldn't fix.

"Jon? What the hell are you doing?" Jon opened his eyes, looking over at Brendon. He could feel the sweat dripping from his face, his skin flushed, the sticky liquid that was present between his legs. He was dreaming of Spencer. He was always dreaming of Spencer.
"Fuckkkkkk." Jon groaned, rolling over so he was hiding the bulge in his jeans. "You had to wake me up?" He asked as he stared at Brendon who was sitting on his own twin sized bed.
He pushed his red glasses up the bridge of his nose, glancing back at the wall behind him. "They were making a lot of noise and I wanted someone to talk to. Ya know, take my mind off of it." Jon listened, hearing the faint sound of pounding and moaning.
"God, are they at it again?"
"Try still at it." Brendon brought the bottle he was holding to his lips, taking a drink of the liquid inside. "I came back up here about an half hour after you and put headphones in to try and drown it out. Went through a whole album and I'm just so bored." Jon raised one of his brows before giving a small sigh.
"And we don't have a show until tomorrow?" Brendon nodded. "All right, how about we go to the pool?" Brendon grinned.
"Sounds like a plan." Brendon stood, going over to his suitcase. He tossed clothing out of it until he found what he was looking for. Soon after he found what he was looking for he changed in the washroom.
When the two boys were both fully dressed in their swimming trunks they found that the two on the other side of the wall had finished what they were doing. Ryan opened the connecting door, looking at the half naked boys that stood in the other room.
"What are you two doing?" Ryan asked with a smirk and a raised brow.
"We're going to the pool." Jon said with a shrug. Brendon walked out of the room, his eyes looking anywhere but Ryan as he brushed past him.
Ryan looked at the door Brendon walked out of while he talked. "What was that about?" Jon shrugged.
"Said he was going to get drinks."
"Who's going to get drinks?" Spencer asked as he walked into the room, stretching.
"Brendon apparently." Ryan sounded like he didn't believe a word that Jon had said. "And their going to the pool." Spencer's face lit up, making both of the other boys hearts pound.
"I wanna go! We'll be down in a few minutes, kay Jon?" Spencer had Ryan's arm, pulling him back in their room.
"Yeah, okay." The adjoining door closed and Jon sighed, willing his heart beat to slow down.

Brendon slammed the door to the hotel room shut, kicking the nearest object. The small table fell to the floor as he stormed through the room. He wanted one hour, ONE HOUR, without having to see or hear Ryan and Spencer show their affection for one another. But that seemed to be impossible. He kicked the luggage over, feeling tempted to throw the TV to the ground. He walked over to it, tripping over something he had toppled over earlier.
The carpet met his face and he gave a frustrated sigh, his hands turning into fists. He was jealous. Oh so jealous of Spencer. To have the affection of such a perfect boy, one who wouldn't dare think of Brendon as anyone other than a goofy younger brother. Brendon broke down, his anger turning to tears. He started to shake, the tears cascading down his cheeks.
There was a soft knock on the door, the wood opening shortly after. "Brendon? You okay?" Spencer scanned the room, his eyes falling on the crying wreck on the floor. He sighed, walking over towards the younger boy. "Brendon, what's wrong kid?" Spencer asked as he sat on the floor next to the shaking body, pulling his head onto his lap. He brushed the hair out of Brendon's face, taking his glasses off so he could clean the damp surface. "Come on Brenny, you can tell me what's wrong."
"I love him." Brendon muttered, staring into Spencer's eyes. Spencer's brows furrowed, confusion crossing his face.
"Who do you love?" Brendon shook his head, more tears spilling out of his eyes. He continued to sob shaking his head, almost in disbelief.
"I love him so so much." Brendon sobbed the words, struggling to speak. Spencer wiped the tears from Brendon's cheeks, kissing the top of his head.
"Brendon, just tell me." Spencer pleaded. Brendon gave a shaky sigh.
"So much Spence, so much. And I'll never get him 'cause you had him first." Spencer stared at Brendon.
"What?" Brendon reached up, touching Spencer's face before he pulled himself up. He took his glasses from Spencer, standing up right. He stumbled towards the washroom, closing and locking the door behind him, leaving Spencer alone in the wrecked room.
"Spencer? Where did ya go?" Ryan opened the door that connected the two rooms together, looking for the man who had disappeared from him earlier. He spotted Spencer on the floor, the room practically destroyed. "What are you doing on the floor, love?" Spencer grinned up at Ryan.
"I think Brendon loves Jon."


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I'm continuing it, but it's only going to have one (maybe two) more chapters. And I know what you're all thinking. This chapter didn't have any smut in it. Don't worry, the next chapter will make up for it. Kay? Okay.
Here's where I'd love to respond to all of your reviews from the first chapter, but like I said, they seem to have all gotten deleted or something. So instead I'm just going to thank all of the people that reviewed and the people who told me they wanted me to continue.
Anyway, hope you liked it and are excited for the next chapter (or two).
-xoxo Pansy.