.:. Rating : PG-13 .:.
Brendon, Ryan, Jon and Spencer all have super powers and Brendon likes to watch Ryan shower.
P.s. the video literally has nothing to do with the story but the cover of it is so frickin good
Different bands have different coming together stories, and Panic is no different. They have the “best friends forever” tale, they have the “friend of a friend” story, and then, of course, they have the “better than Jesus, he saved us in this life instead of the next!” to go with it all. But if people really think that the four of them have come together that randomly, they are wrong. People like them, who are of their kind, are drawn to each other.
Brendon keeps this in mind as he watches Ryan shower. Ryan has his eyes closed as he lathers the shampoo to his hair, long fingers brushing wet locks with unique Ross-like precision. Water is dripping down his naked form, and Ryan’s limbs look so much longer when he is just standing there like that. Brendon keeps his eyes on the display, mouth just a bit dry.
When Ryan’s hand reaches down to the dark curls around his flaccid cock, spreading the shower gel, Brendon bites on his bottom lip. Ryan opens his eyes and looks right at Brendon, as if suddenly aware, and Brendon’s heart skips a beat before Ryan lets out a breath and closes his eyes again.
Ryan Ross is a tease, a horrible tease, and Brendon hates him for it.
Brendon is so caught up in staring, in taking in the details, memorising the wet bangs on Ryan’s forehead that he isn’t prepared for it. Ryan looks around the shower before reaching out a hand towards the counter, and Brendon thinks, yeah, conditioner, that part is coming up now, not that Brendon always watches Ryan shower, but Brendon himself showers too, thanks, and suddenly something hits Brendon’s head.
“Ow!” he says and then, freezing and covering his mouth, “Shit.”
The bottle of conditioner drops on the floor, and Ryan stares around the room in disbelief before shouting, “Brendon! You fucking asshole, are you watching me shower?!”
Brendon shifts from one leg to another. “No.”
“That’s fucked up! Show yourself!”
“No,” Brendon repeats because he has a boner and he doesn’t need Ryan to see that.
“Oh my god!” Ryan spits, hands flying around like he’s not sure which bits to cover. “Out!” Ryan says and points at the door, and the door instantly flies open from an invisible force. “You sicko! And hum!”
Brendon rolls his eyes and hums as he exits the hotel bathroom, the distancing humming the only reassurance Ryan has that Brendon is, in fact, leaving the room. Brendon closes the door after himself, and only then does he left himself become visible again. He leans against the bathroom door and sighs, looks down at the bulge in his jeans and says, “Hey there, junior.” He chuckles a little at that.
Ryan is going to be so pissed, though. But it’s not Brendon’s fault that out of the four of them, he has the coolest superpower.
* * *
According to Brendon, the awesomeness of a power is linked to how easily it can be used to make someone think they have lost their minds.
“That’s kind of cruel,” Jon notes as Brendon takes refuge in Jon and Spencer’s hotel room.
“But mine is the most awesome! See? Now I’m here! Now I’m not! Here! Not!” Brendon insists, disappearing and reappearing from view, as if a light that is being turned on and off. He decides to remain visible before he gets too dizzy, and he takes a sip of his beer as they share Jon’s bed and watch TV.
“You shouldn’t do that too much,” Spencer notes from his own bed, eyes never leaving the book he is reading. Of course Spencer would say that. Brendon sticks his tongue out.
“Ryan could make someone think they’ve lost their minds. Move around their stuff and shit,” Jon counters.
“No, see, I could do that when I’m invisible. Just pick up an object and hold it and they think it’s floating. So I beat Ross. I could totally make people hysterical, dude, send them right off to the psych ward,” Brendon argues with pride.
“Okay, fine, I’ll grant you that,” Jon nods. This is a serious discussion they are having, and Jon obviously estimates the situation again. “But Spencer –”
“Pfft, Smith’s got nothing on me! He doesn’t even use his power, so –”
“And you shouldn’t be using yours either,” Spencer points out.
Brendon wanted to become famous and get chicks and do drugs, but he never realised that it would prevent him from using his powers. It sucks, actually, and he is sick of the mantra that he mustn’t use his power, someone might notice or he might hurt himself. “Act normal!” is their motto, but Brendon thinks normality is so freaking overrated.
Loud knocking interrupts their relaxed hotel night of TV and beers, and Ryan’s voice asks, “Is Brendon in there?!”
Jon looks at Brendon who bites his lip and studies the sheets. Spencer’s head snaps in Brendon’s direction. “Dude, you watched him shower?”
God, Ross is such a freaking tell-tale. “Maybe?” Brendon asks.
Jon and Spencer both heave a sigh, and Brendon blushes a little.
* * *
Brendon is really good at excuses. Technically, he was in the bathroom first. Ryan just burst in, frightening him, and Brendon’s invisibility kicked in as a defence mechanism. And, well, then it was just weird with Ryan already mostly naked, and Brendon thought he would wait it out to avoid any awkward moments between them.
Ryan probably doesn’t buy any of it, just huffs and puffs and acts moody. Spencer and Ryan look at each other, silent signals flying between them, and then Spencer says, “Room switch.”
Brendon remembers wondering how that was possible, that Smith-Ross connection where they always understood each other without saying anything at all. It baffled Brendon when he first met them, but that was before he realised that Ryan and Spencer literally do speak without words.
“You’re mad at me when you guys use your powers all the fucking time too! Goddamn hypocrites!” he calls after them, and Ryan looks over his shoulder, eyes thinning dangerously. Shit, Brendon thinks, but it’s too late as Ryan stretches out his arm, palm open towards the bed, and the pillows fly to repeatedly hit Brendon’s head. “Not fair!” Brendon cries out, trying to beat down the pillows.
“Be lucky I’m not using bricks,” Ryan notes and leaves. Really, Ryan should be flattered that Brendon liked watching him shower.
The pillows fall idly on the bed, and Brendon pouts. Jon gives him a sympathetic smile, takes a sip of his beer, and says, “He’s just pissed off because he’s worried.”
And that, Brendon knows, is what the drama is about.
* * *
No one knows for sure just how many people possess supernatural abilities. It is not common, that’s for sure, and the fact that their band consists of freaks alone, is a miracle. Brendon always called them the Charmed Ones, but when Jon joined them and made the freak counter go up by one, it didn’t really work anymore. So when they dropped the exclamation mark, Brendon suggested that they should change the entire name to Awesome Mutant Freaks at the Disco, but the others wouldn’t let him. He then suggested The Charmed Ones Plus Jon at the Disco, but that was rejected as well.
Still, Brendon will always be Phoebe. She was the coolest.
But the problem is that no one is allowed to know of their powers. And it’s difficult because they’re not just anyone, they are actually kind of famous and people take pictures of them all the fucking time and what if someone snaps a picture of them doing something paranormal? That’s the technical problem of it.
Ryan rants about that in the dressing room of the next venue, but also brings up the more personal problem. “You can’t use your power. Remember when we first started getting recognised and fan girls really scared you so you were invisible half the time we were in public?”
“Fan girls can be kinda scary,” Brendon argues. And Brendon is tiny, and a lot of those girls are actually bigger than him, and it’s scary.
Spencer sighs dramatically in the background. “I will never forget the body-hair-in-the-cookie incident.” Brendon nods vigorously, because he sure as hell hasn’t forgotten either.
Ryan ignores them both. “The point is that. Fuck, Bren, your fingers?” the guitarist asks and snatches a hold of Brendon’s hand. Ryan’s spider-like fingers looping around Brendon’s wrist is kind of nice. “Remember how the tips of your fingers started to turn transparent?” he asks and examines Brendon’s hands.
Brendon shifts uncomfortably and mutters, “Yeah.”
Ryan probably knows he has to say no more as he doesn’t. He lets go of Brendon’s hand and goes to make a call.
Too much of a good thing. Spencer once told Brendon that he spent so much time hacking into people’s brains and listening to their thoughts that he almost went insane himself. Spencer wasn’t able to shut off the voices, lost control of it with dozens and dozens of people screaming inside his head, and losing one’s sanity is the most horrible thing that can happen to anyone at all. That’s why Spencer doesn’t use his power anymore, apart from with Ryan sometimes or with Brendon if they are stuck in a boring interview, or with Jon to pass secrets along. Spencer said that he even considered taking his own life just to make the voices stop.
Too much of a good thing.
* * *
Still, sometimes it’s necessary. Fan girls don’t scare Brendon that much anymore, he is a pro at handling nearly hysterical girls or the ones that practically stalk them from town to town. It’s flattering, strokes his ego. Why would he hide from them?
But Brendon is only human. A freaky mutant human, sure, but that is beside the point. He will put on a smile for the meet and greet, but he needs Brendon time too. And if he is having a bad day, which he is because Ryan is still avoiding him and calling him creepy, he has all the more reason to use his power.
He, Spencer and Jon get recognised as they make their way back to the tour bus. Brendon curses as two girls hurry over with star struck smiles, the three of them exchanging glances. Brendon quickly assesses the situation and says, “I was never here.”
Jon breaks into a grin. “Me neither.”
“They’ve seen us,” Spencer hisses, “Don’t you –” but by then Spencer is talking to nothing at all, and they all know Spencer can’t go around talking to himself in public.
The girls bounce over and Spencer says an awkward “Hey.” All Brendon hears is, I fucking hate you, Brendon Urie and Jon Walker.
Sure you do, Brendon replies.
The fans look around, brows furrowed, eyes looking right through Brendon who is still next to the drummer. Jon probably teleported himself back to the bus.
“Where did Brendon and Jon go?” the girl asks.
“Bren and Jon? They’re still asleep, probably,” Spencer says sheepishly, and Brendon walks off, grinning from ear to ear.
“No, but we saw them!” the other girl persists.
Nice job, assholes, Spencer says, but Brendon ignores him.
He knows Spencer will tell Ryan, is probably telepathically informing Ryan of this newest trick already, and Ryan will give him hell for it later but Ryan and Spencer simply do not appreciate Brendon’s awesome. Besides, Ryan will call Brendon a stupid fucker and make pillows and mugs hit him, and that will make them even.
Brendon passes Zack close to the venue doors, talking on the phone, and he can’t help but smack Zack on the ass. Zack jumps, completely bewildered and ready to take them down, but Brendon just keeps on walking unnoticed, suppressing further giggles.
Really, being invisible is kind of freaking awesome.
* * *
Okay, the two girls definitely saw Jon and Brendon and them suddenly not being there. Ryan gives them hell for it, and Brendon tries his best to be visible at all times from then on.
“When I was a kid, hide and seek was the best game ever,” Brendon tells Jon a bit drunkenly.
“For me too, dude,” Jon grins, and Jon’s power is kind of cool, yeah, but Brendon’s is still way cooler because he can spy on people. Though, fair enough, Jon can teleport himself to Chicago to pick up the pair of flip flops he forgot to take on tour with him, and once Jon teleported Clover back with him, and then Brendon begged Jon to go to his place and teleport Dylan too, because he really missed his dog, but Ryan said no. Brendon had sulked for an entire half an hour.
The door to the back lounge opens and Ryan and Spencer walk in, looking serious. “Band meeting,” Ryan says, and what, now? It’s late, they had a good show, Brendon is kind of tired. “New band rule,” Ryan states when they have all settled down.
“Don’t leave used condoms lying around?” Brendon suggests, because he did apologise for that.
“We all stop using our powers for the rest of the tour, starting now.”
Jon frowns, and Brendon asks a shocked, “What?!”
Spencer gives a rant on how those girls noticed, how he had spent fifteen minutes trying to convince them Jon and Brendon had never been there. And then Ryan rants some more, how using their powers is dangerous for them, and how they must not get caught.
But behind Ryan’s stern look is an evil smirk. Brendon recognises a challenge when he sees one.
“You’re doing this only because I saw you naked,” Brendon says and crosses his arms.
“Dude, we’ve all seen him naked,” Jon points out, and that’s true, it’s impossible for them to be a band and tour and basically live in this freak mutant symbiosis without everyone already having seen everything.
I am not a freak, Spencer objects.
Stop hacking into my brain! Brendon says.
“No more using powers,” Ryan commands, and Spencer nods, probably thinks Ryan is doing this for the better of the band and not to spite Brendon, but Brendon knows better.
Jon sighs, still a bit drunk, when Ryan and Spencer leave the room. “Gotta call my parents and tell them I won’t be home for Sunday dinner.”
“I can’t believe this,” Brendon huffs. “Just because I saw his peen.”
“Because you saw his peen and you liked it,” Jon corrects.
Brendon does a small jiggle, snaps his fingers and sings, “Hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.”
Jon hangs his head in shame.
* * *
Brendon needs to make the others realise how their powers are a gift. And how it’s really boring not using them, when Brendon can’t creep up on people or hide or steal Ryan’s shirts and get away with it. A week passes, and Brendon is so, so bored.
But fine, powers can be dangerous. Brendon could become permanently invisible, Spencer could open up his mind too much and be unable to shut it, Ryan could lose control and make the world go haywire with objects flying and crashing everywhere, and Jon could teleport himself into nothing and be unable to ever get out, and that’d be a shame because Brendon loves Jon a whole lot, like he loves the sound of Ryan snoring, which, okay, might not be romantic but Brendon’s love knows no boundaries.
“As endless as the ocean!” Brendon says.
Shane says, “Dude, stop calling me when you’re high,” and hangs up. Brendon calls again six times and demands that Shane help him formulate a plan to get out of this not-using-powers thing.
“So, if Ryan is the evil mastermind behind all of this –”
“Which he is! Worse than Lex Luthor, man.”
“Right, and you’re Lois Lane. All you gotta do, then, is force Ryan to use his power.”
Brendon nods agreeingly because, yes, that makes sense. Brendon will kryptonite Ryan’s skinny, really rather nice and completely underappreciated, ass, until Ryan is using telekinesis to swap guitars on stage.
* * *
“Ryan,” Brendon says during sound check, making sure the guitarist turns to him. Brendon’s been waiting for a moment when no one is paying attention to them. Ryan quirks a brow at him. “Your new Gibson, dude, sounds so beautiful,” Brendon says, making sure to lift the guitar really high up and wave it around. Ryan shrugs, and then Brendon drops the instrument. Ryan’s hands jerk but they stay by his sides, and Brendon didn’t bother unplugging the guitar, so the screeching sound the impact makes has everyone covering their ears and crying out.
Ryan’s lips twitch as he storms over, picks up the guitar and says, “It’s got a dent now. Well played, asshole.”
“You were supposed to –”
“Use my powers to stop it?” Ryan suggests. “It’s a band rule. Respect it,” Ryan snaps and walks away, head held high.
Brendon kicks the air and turns to Jon, who stands there with his bass and a sympathetic smile. “Worth a shot,” Brendon explains. A wave of nostalgia hits him, and he thinks that maybe he and Jon can start a revolt. “Jon, it’s ridiculous. What kind of a democracy is it that they can tell us what to do?”
“Actually, there’s two of them and two of us. And that means we’re fucked. It’s the beauty of democracy.”
“But don’t you miss it? Like, remember that time you missed your cats so you went home and teleported Clover back with you?”
Actually, teleportation isn’t very good for animals. Clover was disorientated and threw up a few times, once in Spencer’s shoe, and Spencer was so fucking pissed he smacked Jon, and, okay, maybe the Clover example is a bad one.
Brendon rakes through his brain to find another example. “Or like that time you teleported yourself into Spencer’s bunk and he was sleeping naked and –”
“I was drunk!” Jon objects in horror. Jon has told Brendon that teleportation is hard and you really have to concentrate on where you’re going. Brendon sees the entire incident as a Freudian slip in the physical form.
“I’m just saying I’ve never heard two men let out such high pitched screams of horror. Not to mention how you avoided each other for weeks after that, blushing and stuttering, like, dude –” Brendon snickers, and he no longer cares that he is not helping his case at all, it’s just one of the funniest things ever.
Jon puts the bass in its stand and rolls his shoulders. “You know, I think Ryan and Spencer are right. Definitely no more use of powers this tour.”
Brendon blinks. “Huh?”
* * *
Brendon realises that democracy is awesome when you’re in the majority. He, however, is not.
Back in the day Ryan used to entertain him by making guitar picks do formations in the air. Ryan obviously doesn’t love him anymore, and he tells Ryan so.
“Glad you finally noticed,” Ryan retorts, and it’s hotel night, and Ryan is going to room with Jon this time, and it’s not fair.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever,” Brendon says.
“Yes, I can,” Ryan corrects him and walks off with Jon.
So Brendon is forced to spend his evening with Spencer, who is just another traitor in Brendon’s books. Sharing a room with Spencer is always boring because Spencer usually calls his sisters and helps them with their homework, and Jesus Christ, Brendon’s already dissected a frog once in his life, he doesn’t need to relive the trauma of it. The frog twitched and Brendon squealed and his jock lab partner, Josh, smacked the frog a bit with his big fist and said, “It’s dead now.”
Brendon wonders how Josh is, sometimes. Josh had a nice ass. Kind of like Ryan’s, actually, not this extravagant look-at-me ass, but one that you learn to appreciate with time, especially when Ryan leans over to pick up his beer bottle from the stage floor during shows, the way the material cups it so nicely and –
“Jesus Christ, Brendon, I don’t need to hear this shit!” Spencer exclaims.
Brendon is lying comfortably on his bed, hands under his head as a pillow, and he frowns for a second before thinking, Spencer is fucking reading my thoughts!
He jumps up and says, “Aha!”
Fuck, Spencer thinks as his shoulders slump.
“Is Ryan cheating too? Are you both cheating? Is this a conspiracy?”
Spencer shrugs and averts his gaze. “No, Ryan is… he’s got a point and all. But, like, if I don’t actively use my power, then I get rusty. I was just practising.”
“You mean cheating,” Brendon says victoriously.
“Don’t tell Ryan, okay? He’s taken the whole not-using-powers thing really seriously. He means well, you know?”
Brendon knows all about Ryan Ross trying to mean well. Like that time Ryan said that the stage gay would make their show more interesting (yes, it did, but it also gave Brendon what seemed to be a 24/7 hard on and a stupid crush he has so, so totally gotten over) or that time Ryan said that Spencer would look better with just a moustache (Brendon knows Ryan just wanted to be the prettiest again).
“I forgive you, Spencer,” Brendon says and adds, On one condition.
* * *
There are a few movies that are on their blacklist. These include X-Men, X-Men 2, X-Men 3, Fantastic Four, Fantastic Four 2, and okay, the trend is kind of obvious. But if Brendon could convince Jon to wear spandex, then the four of them would make such an amazing super team of incredible awesomeness that they would surpass these Hollywood productions by far.
What’s he thinking, what’s he thinking? Brendon beckons throughout the interview.
This is morally questionable, Brendon.
Morals up my ass, cheater. Now tell me what Ryan is thinking!
There is a pause, and the freaky thing is that Spencer is speaking into the microphone, answering a question of just how big of an influence The Beatles were for them during the recording of Pretty. Odd. (if Brendon got a dime for every damn time…), while simultaneously Spencer is talking to Brendon nonverbally.
Grilled cheese sandwiches.
Brendon has to force himself not to huff in annoyance. No, what is he thinking about me?
How the hell do I know? I can’t force him to think about you. Another pause follows as Brendon answers a question, and Spencer says, Now he’s thinking about Latin conjugations.
Brendon groans. If they made a super team of incredible awesomeness, Spencer and Ryan would fail epically.
* * *
Brendon tries to signal Spencer, tries to scream inside his head, but if Spencer is not trying to eavesdrop on his brain, then it’s useless. Instead Brendon has to wink several times before Spencer catches on, and Brendon gives a thumbs up to his partner in crime before he joins Ryan in the kitchenette.
“Ryan!” he says cheerfully, and Ryan lowers the can of Coke from his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“The answer is no. No, we are not using our powers until we’re all safe and tucked in our beds and the tour is over.”
Brendon fakes a frown. “Not what I wanted to talk about, but okay.” Ryan looks slightly surprised, and Brendon adds, “What do you think about me?”
This time Ryan frowns. “What do you mean? As in, what? A human being?”
The love of your life, dumbass, Brendon thinks, and he can hear Spencer snort inside his head. Spencer is so impolite sometimes.
“As a bandmate. Your good friend. As a, well. A man,” he says, emphasising the last word to insinuate all that comes with being a man, like scratching his balls and feeding the family and leaving the toilet seat up and possibly giving Ryan head in the mornings because that is all within Brendon’s scope of manliness.
Brendon stares Ryan down, and for a second Ryan honestly looks confused. Ryan’s mouth opens, closes, he stares, and Brendon is practically dying before Ryan says, “I just think you’re kind of weird.”
Ryan excuses himself and goes to the bunks, and Brendon skips over to Spencer and says, “Well?”
“Um…” Spencer begins and fidgets with his hands. Spencer stands up, scratches his neck and says, “You should ask him yourself.”
Brendon gapes after Spencer. “But I just did!”
* * *
Ryan is all about moments. He’s the kind of guy who just floats through most things, those earthly, mundane ones, but every now and then can be caught off guard. The bus stops in the middle of the night, the driver needing to take a break, and Brendon hears Ryan leaving his bunk. Brendon hasn’t slept all night, is irritated and confused. He doesn’t feel right if he is visible for too long, he needs to be invisible sometimes. He wishes Ryan could get that.
Brendon steals Jon’s jacket and Spencer’s shoes and leaves the bus, stepping into the freezing cold. He rubs his nose and sees Ryan smoking a cigarette by the trailer, and he walks over, making sure to be loud so Ryan doesn’t accuse him of being invisible.
“What are you doing up?” Ryan frowns.
“Feel funny,” Brendon says, realises that sounds dodgy, and adds, “Restless. I just can’t sleep.”
“Me neither,” Ryan says and offers Brendon the cigarette, and he takes it. Ryan forbade him from smoking at first, fearing for Brendon’s voice, but they have since figured out it makes no difference.
“I was thinking about writing you a letter, but, like, it’d say ‘Sorry for watching you shower. Love, Brendon’, and it just feels a bit redundant because I think you know anyway.”
Ryan hums a bit under his breath, and they both know it’s not about whether or not Brendon acted like a perv once.
“Look, I know I’ve caused some close calls when I’ve fucked around, but I don’t mean to. I don’t know what it’s like to be a normal guy, you know? I don’t know what it’s like not to be able to be invisible,” he attempts to explain.
“I get that,” Ryan nods. “And you sounded a bit off on stage tonight, I think it’s all connected.” Ryan sighs, deep and long. Brendon tries not to be offended because he thought he sounded perfect. “Okay, we’ll forget about the band rule.”
Brendon breaks into a grin. “Really?”
“Really,” Ryan smiles a little. “And you do have a cool power. I mean, yeah, Jon has never paid for a flight or a train ticket or, well, anything in his life, and that’s cool. And I can get another beer without getting up from the couch, and Spencer is the one who kept hacking into Pete’s subconscious when Pete was sleeping, telling him to listen to our demo, so…”
“Yeah. Yeah, we still agree that Pete must never, ever find out that we did that, right?”
“Um, yeah,” Ryan grins a bit sheepishly. “But in all honesty? Your power is the coolest. I’ve spent half of my life wishing I could be invisible,” he whispers sadly.
Ryan looks away quickly, as if he has said too much, and Brendon really doesn’t know what to say to that, had never even thought of it that way, and mutters, “I think you’re too pretty to be hiding.”
And Ryan looks at him kind of funny, and Brendon thinks that, yes, this is it, this is the moment of The Kiss, it’s fucking perfect here in the cold and the moon and the two of them, and Brendon takes a step closer, licks his lips, and –
“I’m gonna go back to bed,” Ryan declares and walks away.
Oh.
Brendon nods, takes a drag of the cigarette, and he isn’t disappointed or hurt or anything.
* * *
Next day Ryan entertains Brendon by making Jon’s flip flops dance in the air. Brendon laughs so hard that the water he is drinking almost comes through his nose. Ryan just smiles a little, a bit mysterious, but mostly happy. Brendon is pretty sure Ryan doesn’t smile like that to anyone else, and Spencer says, He doesn’t.
Oh my god, you are violating my brain!
Spencer grins and mutters, “Sorry,” and looks over to Jon, and Spencer goes a bit pale and wide-eyed, says, “You dreamt of you and me doing what last night?” and Jon looks panicked, says, “Don’t read my mind! Not fair! All the hacking you’ve been doing has caused me brain damage!”
“Jesus Christ!” Spencer says, staring at Jon, and Jon looks around the bus lounge nervously before vanishing from view.
“Great, Spencer, now our bassist left us,” Ryan remarks coolly, though they all know Jon most likely teleported himself into his bunk. Jon’s flip flops keep dancing in the air, Brendon doubles over in laughter, and Spencer mutters curses as he heads for the bunks.
Ryan takes in a breath, the flip flops falling down as he pulls back his hands and leans into the couch. Ryan just looks at him, long and hard, and Brendon doesn’t know what it means, isn’t telepathic like Spencer, so he gets up and says, “I might just go take a nap, or, um…”
Ryan reaches his hand out, and Brendon is across the room but suddenly feels an invisible force tugging and pulling him, and he stumbles forwards, stumbles all the way to Ryan who, it feels like, is pulling a robe around Brendon they cannot see.
“Hi,” Ryan grins up at Brendon, placing hands on Brendon’s hips.
“Hey,” Brendon agrees, pretty breathless for no reason at all. “So, like. You have the coolest power ever.”
“I do?” Ryan asks, fingers tracing skin just at the top of Brendon’s jeans, and oh hello, that’s really nice.
“I’d swap with you if I could, and I’d never throw kryptonite at you,” Brendon says honestly, because if he had Ryan’s power, could he not make Ryan’s clothes come off just like that? Better yet, could he not force Ryan’s legs apart, and –
Brendon, Jesus fuck, stop it!
Spencer Smith, let me have my perverted thoughts! A silence ensues, and Brendon adds, Thank you!
Ryan grins slightly. “Spencer just told me to stay far, far away from you.”
“He lies,” Brendon says, crawling into Ryan’s lap and leaning down to press their lips together. Ryan begins to smile into it but the bus jerks and Brendon falls off balance, hands waving in the air, and he realises that he is going to look so stupid when he is sprawled on the lounge floor, and that is no way to impress a man, so he is invisible by the time he lands.
Ryan pretends to frown and look around. “Well. Usually it takes a few weeks before they stop returning my calls and disappear on me.”
Brendon remains on the floor, invisible, but he laughs loudly as he covers his eyes and hears Ryan join in.