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Losing the Feeling of Feeling Unique

Oh fuck, I'm so sorry for not updating, I've been busy doing nothing, I'm extremely productive etc...  Honestly, I haven't updated in like 2 months. I had bad writers block for a while, and suddenly I've been reading fanfic and having a Ryden relapse, and so I've had millions of ideas! I'll try to update every Thursday now. Also, I have restarted my fanfic, it's better like this. (that sounded really cheesy, I promise this isn't a sappy film) Have fun :P!

Ryan's POV;

I get out of my car with a drunk Brendon slurring some bullshit next to me. One sentence catches my ear, though. 

"Heyyyyy, Ryyyyroooo."

"Yes, Brendon?" I ask, completely sober.

"You wanna make out?" He asks, somehow without slurring. 

I stare at him. I stare longingly into his drunk kaleidoscope eyes. Of course, I'd love to make out with him. I've always wanted to. Ever since we met. I love everything about him. His perfume, his huge forehead. His beautiful lips. Who wouldn't want to kiss the one and only, beautiful, straight, Brendon Boyd Urie? 

Literally no-one.

He stares at me. 

"Ryro... do you wanna make out?" He asks, sounding perfectly clear. 

"Brendon."

"Ryan." He giggles.

"Bren, buddy, I'd love to. But you're drunk. And not to mention, straight as a (curvy) pole." I state.

"Haha, well Ryan, you're as straight as..." He thinks for a minute. "Uh, as straight as..." I giggle while he struggles to think of something straight. 

"Brendon, hush, you're drunk, you can't think properly, we're gonna go into your hotel room, you're gonna sober up, then you're gonna go to sleep. My room is next door. Okay? Does that sound like a plan?"

"Let's fuck." He says matter-of-factly.

I shiver. I wish.

"Brendon, we're going upstairs."

I proceed to take him out of the passenger seat and holding him up while he tries to balance. 

"Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat!" He whispers seductively in my ear. 

"Brendon, you're gonna have one hell of a hangover in the morning," I say, ignoring his little reference.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my pocket. 

"See, you even brought toysssss" slurs Brendon.

"Shut the fuck up, Brendon."

"Hey, are you guys coming upstairs? We're just a bit tipsy, but if you wanna join us, we're gonna get shitfaced." An excited Spencer states in my ear.

"Funny story actually..." I mutter. 

"What, you're already drunk?" Spencer asks. I can hear him grinning.

"Brendon is-"

"You got him drunk so you could fuck him?" Spencer yells, laughing.

But he yells it a little bit too loud, as Brendon hears us.

"Yeah! We're gonna have a good fuck! Ryro even brought toys!" Yells Brendon.

Spencer goes silent. 

"He misses Breezy, so his plan is to fuck me to make her jealous-"

"Why would sucking your dick make her jealous of him? What's so great about your dick Ryan, is there something you're not telling us? Are you taking growth pills?"

"Those have a placebo effect, Spence." I can tell he's getting drunker by the second.

"Well come upstairs and we can all have a gangbang!" He says a little too enthusiastically for my liking.

"Nah, I think we'll pass for tonight, but we'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, goodnight Ry, 'night Bren."

"Goodnight Mr. Smith."

I begin dragging Brendon up the stairs, and after a lot of sweat, giggling, and struggling, I open the door to his room and sit with him on the couch. After a few minutes of just silence, I get up.

"Where are you going, babe? We were just getting started." He says, like a puppy.

I shrug. 

"Babe..."

"Don't call me that!" I snap. "You're supposed to marry Spencer and be a happy old married couple! You don't like me, I'm your friend."

He looks at me, shocked and confused. 

"Ryro..."

I hand him a glass of water. "My name is Ryan. Stop flirting with me, I hate it, I hate it I hate it. Now go to sleep."

"Ryan, then... Will you stay with me?"

"No."

With that, I leave the room.