Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Cracked nails & Red lollipops [Ryan/Brendon]
Ryan had always been good at sulking, and doing absolutely nothing. Wallowing in self-pity was one of the things Ryan did best. However, he was abruptly interrupted from his angst filled thoughts a...
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Headaches were the worst, no doubt. Ryan squirmed in his bed, and clutched at his head when he felt it give a particularly nasty throb. His eyes stung, burning from the tears that had long since dried up. He’d woken up several times in the middle of the night, each time hearing the same two voices speaking calmly in the living room. He could only hear it muffled though, so he had no idea just who Spencer’s guest was, and nor did he care to find out. He wasn’t really in the mood for company.
Instead he stayed in bed, looking up at the ceiling and trying to wish his head ache away by mind powers. It wasn’t working so well, since he was still feeling like shit. He brought his hands up to cover his eyes, and willed away the images of what had happened the day before, since they had all but willingly started to pop up in his brain.
“No, no no no no.” he whimpered, erasing the image of Brendon’s eyes from his head. He’d reached the conclusion earlier that he’d over reacted a little the day before, and that he definitely shouldn’t have cried. He had barely known Brendon for more than two weeks anyways, so it shouldn’t have mattered so much to him at the time. He couldn’t help it though, Brendon just seemed to want to stay implanted in his mind, invading his thoughts whenever he closed his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel hurt when Brendon rejected him. It felt like high school all over again. Unrequited feelings, sweaty palms and racing heartbeats, the nerves that twisted whenever Ryan talked to Brendon. They were all there, all the symptoms.
He’d also realized how much of a fool he must have looked like, running away like that, and then coming to hide at Spencer’s place.
Pathetic.
He got out of bed (with much difficulty, almost falling right out of it, since his body seemed to have twisted up in the sheets while he slept, and got tangled in his feet when he tried to step out) and hesitantly went into the bath room connected to Spencer’s room, his bare toes stepping onto the cold tiles of the floor. He breathed out a sigh when he turned on the fan in the room, since the loud noise of it distracted him from going insane with his thoughts.
When he turned around, he stood face to face with his own reflection, which was staring back at him dully. He might have even looked worse now than he did before he came to Spencer’s place. His hair was a complete and utter mess, his makeup was smeared all over, and his clothes (borrowed from Spencer the night before) made him look as skinny as a twig, his limbs were nearly swimming in the shirt. His eyes were red and looked watery, even though to Ryan they felt like they were as dry as the air around him.
Ryan looked horrible, but right now he just didn’t give a shit. There were more important matters to be solved. But first, he needed a shower. As much as he didn't care what he looked like at the moment, he needed to at least feel clean, especially since his hair was starting to stick together, that couldn't be a good sign.
Stripping off his clothes, Ryan bent over the tub, and turned the red and blue knobs to start the water. As soon as the stream from the shower head started, and steam started to rise, Ryan stepped into the nearly scalding liquid, gasping as it slid down his body, through his hair, over his chest and stomach, and down his milky thighs. It felt so good to be in a shower, especially as it seemed to make his head ache near non-existent. He nearly moaned when he opened a bottle, smelling a sweet aroma of green apple and cinnamon body wash. He wondered when Spencer had gotten so girly, but decided not to think about it. After all, if it smelled good…
Shaking out his hair, Ryan finished washing himself, doing it slowly, savoring the nice hot water, since it would be one of the only ones he would be able to have during the week. Well, the only one with heat, at least.
After spending literally half an hour just standing in the shower, soaking in the spray, Ryan sighed, and turned the faucets off. He probably would have stayed in longer, but his fingers were starting to turn into prunes. Pity, though, since his problems seemed to disappear for a moment while he was in there.
He opened the curtains, and a fresh flow of steamy air surrounded him, constricting his airways into dull puffs, and fogging up the mirrors. Grabbing a fluffy towel that just so happened to be pink, Ryan dried himself off, and ruffled it through his hair, making it slightly less wet, and more wildly damp, splaying around his shoulders.
“I really need a haircut.” He mused to himself, dropping the towel and slipping the long shirt over his head. It fell off one of his shoulders, but Ryan didn’t try and fix it. He didn’t bother with the pajama pants, since he was just going to go back into bed when he got out anyways. What was the point of getting dressed when he planned on sulking in bed the rest of the day?
Stepping out of the bedroom, Ryan flopped back onto the bed, and lazily stretched out, his arms rising above his head, and his back arching upwards. When he felt the satisfying crunch of his bones cracking, he sighed and slumped back down again. Ryan closed his eyes, not bothering to worry about the wet stains he was going to leave behind from his hair.
Ryan had always been good at sulking, and doing absolutely nothing. Wallowing in self-pity was one of the things Ryan did best. However, he was abruptly interrupted from his angst filled thoughts as a knock sounded upon his door.
“I don’t feel like talking, Spence.” he called to the door, too tired to actually get up and open the door himself, but when the voice that responded him wasn’t Spencer at all, he quickly bolted up in bed, eyes wide. Surely it wasn’t…
“It’s not Spencer, Ryan…it’s Brendon.” There was a slight hesitance in his voice, and Ryan could hear Brendon’s palm touching the outside of the door. For a second he’d wondered how he could’ve heard that, but his problem was resolved when he figured out that he’d been holding his breath.
“Can I come in…?”
Ryan let out an uneven breath, and brought up a shaking hand to cover his eyes. He considered not saying anything else, and then maybe Brendon would go away and assume he had fallen back asleep. He wanted to avoid further humiliation, and a mad Brendon. He didn’t sound mad though, or pitying, to Ryan’s surprise, and instead he sounded almost apologetic. Or was that just Ryan’s wishful thinking? Whether it was or it wasn’t, Ryan couldn’t say no to Brendon.
“Yeah.” he called, lowering his hand from his eyes, but not opening them as he heard the door creaking open.
He could feel Brendon’s eyes on him, and felt his cheeks heating up despite himself. He had completely forgotten that he was close to wearing nothing, nearly exposed , so he quickly closed his legs together, as they had been spread out on the mattress, and wrapped his thin arms around his knees.
“How did you find me?” Ryan asked quietly, opening his eyes, but keeping them trained on his fingers. He brought one of them up to his mouth and bit down nervously. He was truly curious though, since as far as he was concerned, he had never told anyone he knew at the salon about Spencer, or where he lived for that matter.
When Ryan finally looked up, after waiting a couple minutes without getting an answer from him, he saw Brendon’s own cheeks tinting a very light pink, and a sheepish smile starting to grace his lips.
Ryan’s heart nearly melted at the sight of Brendon. The usually so hyper and flamboyant, and the complete opposite of shy boy, was now nearly backing away from embarrassment, as if afraid that Ryan might laugh at him for what he was about to say.
Brendon scuffed the toe of his shoe against the carpet, still not saying anything until Ryan prompted him with a soft, “Bren?” he added a reassuring smile, which was only a half lift of his lips, but it seemed to encourage Brendon to say something.
“I ran after you.” Brendon said, voice soft and unwavering as he finally met Ryan’s eyes with his own.
Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat, as his thoughts from yesterday flew into his brain. He almost thought he had just imagined what Brendon had just uttered, because it sounded suspiciously like the opposite of what Ryan had thought the day before. ‘Besides, if Brendon had really liked him back, he would have ran after him.’
Heart beating nearly out of his chest, Ryan started to slowly make his way over to Brendon, though he was still on the bed. Once he had crawled close enough, Ryan closed his eyes, and then opened them once more. “Bren-“
“I’m so sorry Ry!” Brendon said, and with that he stepped forward and threw his arms around Ryan, and in the process knocked them both over so they tumbled back onto the bed.
Ryan looked up at Brendon with wide eyes, shocked. He couldn’t help but blush again at their proximity. Somehow Brendon had ended up in-between his legs, and Ryan had wrapped them around Brendon’s waist when they fell. Ryan’s arms were around Brendon’s neck, and Brendon’s hands were underneath him, at the small of his back.
“Brendon….” Ryan gasped, but was cut off as a pair of soft lips descended upon his own, startling him and stopping his train of thoughts from continuing. The only thing that was running through his mind was that Brendon was kissing him. Brendon liked him back!
Noticing that Ryan wasn’t responding, Brendon pulled back slightly. Before he could move any further back, something snapped inside Ryan and he quickly pulled him back, and pushed their lips back together, and he couldn’t help but let a small moan escape his throat as Brendon’s tongue trailed slowly across his plush bottom lip.
Brendon tightened his hold on Ryan’s waist as Ryan brought his arms up and stroked his fingers through Brendon’s hair, and slowly opened his mouth. As their tongues met, it was like liquid fire had spread all throughout Ryan’s body, and Ryan eagerly responded, gasping as their lips connected and disconnected again and again until all their oxygen was gone, and they were both struggling to keep their hands in place.
Just as Brendon started trailing his fingers up Ryan’s thigh, going slow and tentative, breathing hotly against his neck, only to close the distance and start kissing Ryan’s jaw.
Of course, that was when Spencer had to walk in, right as Ryan moaned out Brendon’s name, sounding desperate, as Brendon sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear.
They had been so caught up in each other that they hadn’t even noticed Spencer standing there, beet red, fingers still clutching the doorknob, the other hand holding a box of pizza.
“U-uhm, guys…?”
Instead he stayed in bed, looking up at the ceiling and trying to wish his head ache away by mind powers. It wasn’t working so well, since he was still feeling like shit. He brought his hands up to cover his eyes, and willed away the images of what had happened the day before, since they had all but willingly started to pop up in his brain.
“No, no no no no.” he whimpered, erasing the image of Brendon’s eyes from his head. He’d reached the conclusion earlier that he’d over reacted a little the day before, and that he definitely shouldn’t have cried. He had barely known Brendon for more than two weeks anyways, so it shouldn’t have mattered so much to him at the time. He couldn’t help it though, Brendon just seemed to want to stay implanted in his mind, invading his thoughts whenever he closed his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel hurt when Brendon rejected him. It felt like high school all over again. Unrequited feelings, sweaty palms and racing heartbeats, the nerves that twisted whenever Ryan talked to Brendon. They were all there, all the symptoms.
He’d also realized how much of a fool he must have looked like, running away like that, and then coming to hide at Spencer’s place.
Pathetic.
He got out of bed (with much difficulty, almost falling right out of it, since his body seemed to have twisted up in the sheets while he slept, and got tangled in his feet when he tried to step out) and hesitantly went into the bath room connected to Spencer’s room, his bare toes stepping onto the cold tiles of the floor. He breathed out a sigh when he turned on the fan in the room, since the loud noise of it distracted him from going insane with his thoughts.
When he turned around, he stood face to face with his own reflection, which was staring back at him dully. He might have even looked worse now than he did before he came to Spencer’s place. His hair was a complete and utter mess, his makeup was smeared all over, and his clothes (borrowed from Spencer the night before) made him look as skinny as a twig, his limbs were nearly swimming in the shirt. His eyes were red and looked watery, even though to Ryan they felt like they were as dry as the air around him.
Ryan looked horrible, but right now he just didn’t give a shit. There were more important matters to be solved. But first, he needed a shower. As much as he didn't care what he looked like at the moment, he needed to at least feel clean, especially since his hair was starting to stick together, that couldn't be a good sign.
Stripping off his clothes, Ryan bent over the tub, and turned the red and blue knobs to start the water. As soon as the stream from the shower head started, and steam started to rise, Ryan stepped into the nearly scalding liquid, gasping as it slid down his body, through his hair, over his chest and stomach, and down his milky thighs. It felt so good to be in a shower, especially as it seemed to make his head ache near non-existent. He nearly moaned when he opened a bottle, smelling a sweet aroma of green apple and cinnamon body wash. He wondered when Spencer had gotten so girly, but decided not to think about it. After all, if it smelled good…
Shaking out his hair, Ryan finished washing himself, doing it slowly, savoring the nice hot water, since it would be one of the only ones he would be able to have during the week. Well, the only one with heat, at least.
After spending literally half an hour just standing in the shower, soaking in the spray, Ryan sighed, and turned the faucets off. He probably would have stayed in longer, but his fingers were starting to turn into prunes. Pity, though, since his problems seemed to disappear for a moment while he was in there.
He opened the curtains, and a fresh flow of steamy air surrounded him, constricting his airways into dull puffs, and fogging up the mirrors. Grabbing a fluffy towel that just so happened to be pink, Ryan dried himself off, and ruffled it through his hair, making it slightly less wet, and more wildly damp, splaying around his shoulders.
“I really need a haircut.” He mused to himself, dropping the towel and slipping the long shirt over his head. It fell off one of his shoulders, but Ryan didn’t try and fix it. He didn’t bother with the pajama pants, since he was just going to go back into bed when he got out anyways. What was the point of getting dressed when he planned on sulking in bed the rest of the day?
Stepping out of the bedroom, Ryan flopped back onto the bed, and lazily stretched out, his arms rising above his head, and his back arching upwards. When he felt the satisfying crunch of his bones cracking, he sighed and slumped back down again. Ryan closed his eyes, not bothering to worry about the wet stains he was going to leave behind from his hair.
Ryan had always been good at sulking, and doing absolutely nothing. Wallowing in self-pity was one of the things Ryan did best. However, he was abruptly interrupted from his angst filled thoughts as a knock sounded upon his door.
“I don’t feel like talking, Spence.” he called to the door, too tired to actually get up and open the door himself, but when the voice that responded him wasn’t Spencer at all, he quickly bolted up in bed, eyes wide. Surely it wasn’t…
“It’s not Spencer, Ryan…it’s Brendon.” There was a slight hesitance in his voice, and Ryan could hear Brendon’s palm touching the outside of the door. For a second he’d wondered how he could’ve heard that, but his problem was resolved when he figured out that he’d been holding his breath.
“Can I come in…?”
Ryan let out an uneven breath, and brought up a shaking hand to cover his eyes. He considered not saying anything else, and then maybe Brendon would go away and assume he had fallen back asleep. He wanted to avoid further humiliation, and a mad Brendon. He didn’t sound mad though, or pitying, to Ryan’s surprise, and instead he sounded almost apologetic. Or was that just Ryan’s wishful thinking? Whether it was or it wasn’t, Ryan couldn’t say no to Brendon.
“Yeah.” he called, lowering his hand from his eyes, but not opening them as he heard the door creaking open.
He could feel Brendon’s eyes on him, and felt his cheeks heating up despite himself. He had completely forgotten that he was close to wearing nothing, nearly exposed , so he quickly closed his legs together, as they had been spread out on the mattress, and wrapped his thin arms around his knees.
“How did you find me?” Ryan asked quietly, opening his eyes, but keeping them trained on his fingers. He brought one of them up to his mouth and bit down nervously. He was truly curious though, since as far as he was concerned, he had never told anyone he knew at the salon about Spencer, or where he lived for that matter.
When Ryan finally looked up, after waiting a couple minutes without getting an answer from him, he saw Brendon’s own cheeks tinting a very light pink, and a sheepish smile starting to grace his lips.
Ryan’s heart nearly melted at the sight of Brendon. The usually so hyper and flamboyant, and the complete opposite of shy boy, was now nearly backing away from embarrassment, as if afraid that Ryan might laugh at him for what he was about to say.
Brendon scuffed the toe of his shoe against the carpet, still not saying anything until Ryan prompted him with a soft, “Bren?” he added a reassuring smile, which was only a half lift of his lips, but it seemed to encourage Brendon to say something.
“I ran after you.” Brendon said, voice soft and unwavering as he finally met Ryan’s eyes with his own.
Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat, as his thoughts from yesterday flew into his brain. He almost thought he had just imagined what Brendon had just uttered, because it sounded suspiciously like the opposite of what Ryan had thought the day before. ‘Besides, if Brendon had really liked him back, he would have ran after him.’
Heart beating nearly out of his chest, Ryan started to slowly make his way over to Brendon, though he was still on the bed. Once he had crawled close enough, Ryan closed his eyes, and then opened them once more. “Bren-“
“I’m so sorry Ry!” Brendon said, and with that he stepped forward and threw his arms around Ryan, and in the process knocked them both over so they tumbled back onto the bed.
Ryan looked up at Brendon with wide eyes, shocked. He couldn’t help but blush again at their proximity. Somehow Brendon had ended up in-between his legs, and Ryan had wrapped them around Brendon’s waist when they fell. Ryan’s arms were around Brendon’s neck, and Brendon’s hands were underneath him, at the small of his back.
“Brendon….” Ryan gasped, but was cut off as a pair of soft lips descended upon his own, startling him and stopping his train of thoughts from continuing. The only thing that was running through his mind was that Brendon was kissing him. Brendon liked him back!
Noticing that Ryan wasn’t responding, Brendon pulled back slightly. Before he could move any further back, something snapped inside Ryan and he quickly pulled him back, and pushed their lips back together, and he couldn’t help but let a small moan escape his throat as Brendon’s tongue trailed slowly across his plush bottom lip.
Brendon tightened his hold on Ryan’s waist as Ryan brought his arms up and stroked his fingers through Brendon’s hair, and slowly opened his mouth. As their tongues met, it was like liquid fire had spread all throughout Ryan’s body, and Ryan eagerly responded, gasping as their lips connected and disconnected again and again until all their oxygen was gone, and they were both struggling to keep their hands in place.
Just as Brendon started trailing his fingers up Ryan’s thigh, going slow and tentative, breathing hotly against his neck, only to close the distance and start kissing Ryan’s jaw.
Of course, that was when Spencer had to walk in, right as Ryan moaned out Brendon’s name, sounding desperate, as Brendon sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear.
They had been so caught up in each other that they hadn’t even noticed Spencer standing there, beet red, fingers still clutching the doorknob, the other hand holding a box of pizza.
“U-uhm, guys…?”
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