.:. Rating : NC-17 .:.
Ryan looked down at his cell phone and looked at the time before he walked through the parking lot towards the venue. Ryan knew that it was early, but it couldn't hurt anything if he was just a few hours early.
Ryan was walking around outside of the venue, when he looked around and realized that no security or anyone walking around outside. Ryan climbed through the open, and there was no one around. It was a pretty small venue considering the popularity of the band.
The lobby was nice looking. There was just a single merch table. That was it because all of the other tables weren't set up yet. They were going to set themselves up a few hours before the show.
Ryan was excited about this show. He was waiting for this night to come since he was a teenager. He felt younger than he had in years.
He hadn't paid anything to see the bands, he was really good friends with one of the members.
Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and then his eyes zeroed in on a single shirt and wristband that he just had to have.
Ryan, using his stealth, looked around the room and there wasn't a single person in the lobby. No one would even know. They would figure it out at the end of the tour when the merch guys or whatever were doing money for the books.
But this tour pretty much just started and no one wouldn't notice.
Ryan took the few steps closer to the booth. The shirt he wanted was sitting right on top of the table. It was as if the shirt wanted to be taken by Ryan. Which was another reason for Ryan to just take it.
He stood in front of it, not even trying to be stealthy anymore; he knew he wasn't good at it anyway. Previous encounters were fact enough.
If you looked 'stealth' in the dictionary, you would not find Ryan's picture in that section. Probably not even in the ten radius pages.
The shirt had a neat design, and that was the exact same fabric that Ryan loved. He always got a size smaller than he actually wore because it formed to his body. This material was like a sponge.
A sponge that made Ryan's shirts look tighter on him.
Ryan leaned over the counter and snatched the shirt up and stuffed it in his messenger bag. Ryan took deep breaths and seen the wristband out of the corner of his eye.
Shit, he totally forgot about that.
Ryan tried to keep fiddling with his messenger bag, in case anyone came in the room, and shot his hand up on the table, quickly grabbing the wrist band.
He tried to yank his arm back, but suddenly there was pressure on his wrist. Ryan's heart stopped.
Ryan slowly looked up the arm of the wrist that was holding his right hand captive. The arm was located to a shoulder, which was located to a body.
The man was tall, but still a good two inches shorter than Ryan was. He was glaring down at Ryan, through his aviator glasses, and he had a shady looking mustache that he couldn't look away from.
This was Ryan's worst nightmare.
"Hey there, Slick," the man told Ryan in a gruff voice.
Oh fuck , Ryan thought to himself. For the love of God.
---
2002
Ryan and Spencer were walking around the mall when it happened the first time.
It wasn't an important day; it was just a regular day in the Summerlin mall. The shops weren't all that great, and Ryan pretty much lived in the Hot Topic there.
Whether he was buying, browsing, or flirting with the girl at the checkout counter. But he was still there most of the time at the mall. He usually let Spencer do his own thing, but they were shopping together.
Spencer wanted to see what the big deal with Hot Topic was.
Ryan agreed to let him come. They just made this huge shopping venture out of it. First they went to all of Spencer's favorite shops. Ryan tried his best to stay interested.
Orange Julius and Pacsun were interesting, but Ryan just enjoyed his own stores a lot better.
Ryan threw away his banana smoothie right outside the bookstore next to Hot Topic.
Spencer took another sip and Ryan cringed at the sound of air and smoothie being sucked up through the straw.
Worst noise ever and the Oscar goes to the last minute of any beverage with a straw.
Spencer looked up and his eyes widened twice in size. "No." He said simply.
Ryan turned around to him, playing with the gage in his ear. "No, what?"
Spencer took another annoying sip of his smoothie, EW some tropical flavor, and nodded towards the bookstore in front of him.
Spencer realized, thank God, that his smoothie had its last run and threw it in the garbage with Ryan's smoothie.
Spencer groaned. "No bookstore."
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "You could use with some knowledge, caveman."
Spencer smiled and nodded towards FYE and started laughing. "Let's go there so you could lose some knowledge, brainiac."
Ryan smiled at Spencer and whatever. Ryan was not a brainiac. Being smarter than Spencer really wasn't a feat. Ryan told him.
Spencer punched him in the shoulder. "Fine, let's go into the bookstore so you can show me how much smarter you are just because you took honors English and I want to skate by."
Ryan wasn't listening. He stopped listening when Spencer punched him in the shoulder. He winced, like he usually did even though it was forced, and something caught his eye.
Ryan usually didn't get distracted by shiny things, but the girl at the Hot Topic counter would just love that ring at the jewelry counter. Ryan started walking towards it, and he heard Spencer sputter behind him.
Something about him making up his own damn mind.
He really wasn't paying any attention though. He was scanning the area around the section. There were enough people around the counter that Ryan could steal a silver bracelet without anyone noticing.
Spencer grabbed Ryan's elbow and applied pressure. "What do you think you're doing, Ry?"
Ryan ignored Spencer, and started coughing on the bracelets. The owner of the cart gazed at Ryan out of the corner of his eye, before returning his focus back to the customer he was dealing with.
Ryan picked up the bracelet and shoved it in his pocket. His jeans felt five pounds heavier as he turned to leave and signaled Spencer to follow.
This was so easy; he should look into stealing as a full time job.
"Hey, kid." The owner yelled and Ryan's heart stopped.
He turned back around. "Y-yeah?" he tried to stifle his stammer as a yawn at how boring his life was.
The man gave him a condescending look. "Give me back the fucking bracelet." He said bluntly.
Ryan felt his eyes widen and he his jeans felt tighter and heavier. He looked away from the eye contact of the owner. "I didn't take any bracelets."
They were gathering a crowd and Ryan was getting a little embarrassed, but he didn't feel bad about it. He liked it. He liked the crowd.
The owner grabbed Ryan's wrist and squeezed. Ryan didn't think that people were supposed to do that but he wasn't complaining. He just got pliant and tried his best not to become submissive. He just wanted to reach into his pocket and give back the bracelet but he knew he could not do that.
"Do you know what could happen to you if you get caught shoplifting?"
Ryan nodded, but the guy presumed to tell him anyway.
The guy looked right in Ryan's eyes and told him. "If you’re generally a good kid, we'll just call your parents. But you don't look like a good kid, with your black clothing. So, I would not hesitate before getting the police involved with this. Then you'll probably automatically get shipped to juvie."
Ryan gulped but made no move to give back the jewelry, but he was scared shitless.
The owner knew this; he just glowered down at Ryan and just jolted Ryan before he leaned in. "Maybe I should just take care of you, right now."
Ryan breathing stopped, and he felt his body do something odd. He felt the owners words go straight to his cock.
Suddenly, he was pulled away from the owner, and he felt a sudden weight in his pocket. He looked over; Spencer had his arm shoved into Ryan's jean pocket.
Spencer found the metal with ease, and threw it at the owner’s cart, before grabbing Ryan's arm and they chucked it out of there.
Ryan was barely trailing Spencer behind, but as much as he wanted to get to the safety of Spencer's house, he wanted to stay just to see what the guy would do.
---
The man was glowering down at Ryan and Ryan had the strangest urge to laugh, which he didn't have the previous time. Maybe it was the guy. He didn't seem like the kind of guy to be a bodyguard or merch guy or whatever he was.
Ryan wasn't entirely sure he was a guy.
The grip on his wrist tightened a little bit.
"Find this funny, huh? Stealing band merchandising tickles your funny bone, does it?"
Ryan's eyes opened, and while his need to laugh was still there, his cock hardening underneath his pants was sobering him up. And he was surprised this weird Canadian was the cause of it.
The grip was still tightening on his wrist and that was not helping with the problem in his pants at all. As long as this guy didn't yell at him, Ryan was sure he was going to be fine.
"No sir," Ryan tried to say with a straight face.
The man brought his face inches in front of Ryan's. "Then what is this laughter about? You are stealing the merchandising of Panic at the Disco. Do you know how big of a deal that is, sir? It is a serious matter."
Ryan's face sobered up again, and the man gripped Ryan's wrist harder than Ryan thought possible and Ryan was like a wet noodle under his grasp.
"It's really serious," Ryan mumbled.
The man snarled. "Sir. If you don't want the police to get involved, you'll say 'sir' you little delinquent."
Ryan gulped.
Ryan took a few shallow breaths. "It's really serious, sir."
The man smiled and didn't stop until he was out of Ryan's vision. He had twisted Ryan's arm, until it was behind his back.
Ryan quivered under the man but just let his punishment come.
---
2002
It felt as if they didn't stop running the entire way from the mall. Even though that was crazy, they drove home. But they did run from Ryan's car all the way to Spencer's basement, and they were still laughing.
Ryan's laughter was merely a disguise for his true feelings on the subject. His boner was still there.
Spencer was rolling on the floor still. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Stealing jewelry from the meanest man at the mall."
Ryan forced another laugh, and fuck, he just needed to get off. It was hard to explain how he was hard because he almost got sent to jail.
Or best-case-scenario, they called his dad. He would be in so much shit. But the fact that they almost did, or something worse turned him on far more than it should.
Ryan looked over at Spencer and he was still oblivious to his best friend’s nether regions, which was good or bad. Depending on which road Ryan wanted to take.
Spencer eventually stopped laughing, but Ryan's boner did not want to go away. He was pretty sure Spencer would notice if Ryan randomly took a cold shower, or watched that video of Spencer in a dress on repeat.
"Hey, you want something to drink?" Spencer asked.
Ryan shook his head and watched as Spencer shrugged and headed upstairs to get something to drink. He was hot and thirsty, but water didn't sound like a good idea at the moment. He didn't know why.
Spencer reemerged downstairs and plopped right down next to Ryan. Ryan's eyes are immediately drawn to the little bit of condensation left on Spencer's upper lip. He can feel the heat coming from Spencer's body and Ryan's feels too tight.
He doesn't know why he does it, but once it happens he doesn't know why he thought it was a bad idea.
He presses his lips to Spencer's. Spencer freezes everything; Ryan's pretty sure that Spencer stopped his heartbeat also.
Ryan presses his lips a little harder. He is a little inexperienced, he'll admit. Just with guys. No matter what him and Trevor joke about, he's never kissed, let alone made out with a boy.
Spencer sighs and Ryan feels him kiss back. Ryan shifts closer to Spencer, liking the feeling of Spencer under him.
Ryan opens his mouth a little, wanting to feel his best friend's tongue, a constant prescience in his mouth.
Spencer grabbed Ryan's hip, and Ryan brought his hand to the back of Spencer's head promising himself that it was just a one time thing.
Spencer shifted closer and Ryan smiled to himself. A one time thing.
---
There was a whooshing, and the next thing Ryan knew, he was flush against the wall, with his arm twisted behind his back.
He whimpered, but he knew that the guy wasn't going to let up on his arm. He could feel the guy behind him, and even though Ryan had a good two inches on the guy, he was afraid of him.
It wasn't he was scared of the guy, as he was scared of what he was going to do to him.
The guy pushed him harder into the wall. Ryan could feel bruises already forming on his wrist.
The problem was he wanted those bruises to form. He wanted his friends to ask what happened, for Ryan to have the memory, but also have the ability to lie to everyone and make up an excuse.
Ryan turned to look at the man's nametag out of the corner of his eye. He caught the name and chuckled, which made the guy, Jim, push Ryan into the wall a little harder.
Ryan's face was flush against the wall, and this time he could make out Jim's face a lot better than just "an aviator and a shady-looking mustache"
He had black hair, and his face looked like one that he could trust. But with such pressure on his wrists, he wasn't too sure on that.
He had honest eyes, and a charming smile, and Ryan wanted him to let up just a little bit.
"What's funny, boy?" The man, Ryan refused to call him Jim, asked him, spitting the words in Ryan's ear.
Ryan was having a hard time breathing in that certain position, but he told the guy anyway. "'Jim'? Really? What was your dad a Canadian, and your mom a taco?"
Ryan felt the pressure on the back of his head before he felt his face dig into the wall. His cheek might have been bleeding, he wasn't really sure. At worst, it would just be a little scratched up.
"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut, boy. And I know exactly how to do that."
Ryan heard footsteps coming into the lobby and he thanked whatever God or deity there was that it happened. Maybe he would be saved from whatever punishment was coming his way.
Jim, or whatever, let go of Ryan's arm, but still held onto his wrist, allowing Ryan to turn away from the wall and come face to face with the person who walked into the room.
He was tall and husky, with a flashlight in his pocket. He also didn't look very amused.
"Is everything alright in here?" He asked in a bored tone.
Jim, fuck that, the man tightened his grip on Ryan's grip, and yanked him closer. "Everything's fine. I'm just going to show this young man how we punish pretty boys like him."
The guard, who was obviously not going to save him, just rolled his eyes and gestured to the hallway leading out of the hallway.
The man walked away and yanked Ryan behind him. Ryan trailed him like a dog about to meet his maker. He allowed him to yank Ryan around the place, but his mind was going into "worst-case scenario" mode. He was being led into a dark hallway, and Ryan wouldn't be surprised if he never made it out alive.
---
2004
It was after band practice and Spencer and Brent left early because Saturday and “Some people have girlfriends and shit to call, Ryan.”
85% of the time Brent was complaining about having to call his girlfriend, 10% of the time talking about chicks he’d like to bone, and the last 5% telling Ryan that he had other, better things to do than rehearse, like call his girlfriend.
That last five percent didn’t happen often, but he did play that card a lot in the last couple of weeks. Ryan’s mantra varied from “Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse,” to “Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz, Pete Wentz,” and sometimes he even combined them. Ever since he had an idea that Pete Wentz was interested in their band he was gung-ho on them being the best.
Even though they weren’t the best; they hadn’t even played a show. They hadn’t even played in front of an audience before. And Pete Wentz wanted to hear them play. That was nerve-wracking, for everyone involved.
So when Brendon asked if he wanted to hang out, how could Ryan say no?
Ryan didn’t want Brendon to go home and Brendon didn’t want Ryan to go home. They have been kind of co-dependant in a way. They both knew they had pretty shitty home life. Ryan’s dad understood all too well and stayed away while Brendon’s parents didn’t understand at all, so they smothered him.
They ended up lying in the grass at the park by Brendon’s house. It had the best view of the sky, and if Brendon’s parents even got an inkling that he was gone and called, he needed to be home in a hurry. That never happened.
Ryan had dubbed it their place, because with the exception of the basement, that was where both he and Brendon hung out the most. Either they played on the playground (scaring kids because Brendon’s glasses were huge and the kids just learned about magnifying glasses and ants) or just to lie in the soccer field.
It was mostly the soccer field, and it was almost always in the middle of the night.
Ryan knew that Brendon's parents were worried about him when he hung out with Ryan and Spencer but, they really shouldn't. What they didn’t know was that look Ryan would always give Brendon when it was getting too early in the morning. He would just look at Brendon and whisper, “You really should get home.”
Ryan was always looking out for Brendon. And in a way, a different way than Spencer or even Brent, Brendon was always looking out for Ryan.
Brendon was silent for the longest time, and that scared Ryan the most. Brendon was never silent. Brendon was never calm, or silent.
He was both of those at that moment. He was looking up at the Vegas sky, and he was thinking. Ryan could tell because that was the way Brendon acted when he was deep in thought.
"So, do you think we're going to make it?" Ryan asked, a little hesitant.
Brendon stopped looking at the sky and looked at Ryan before smiling. "I honestly have no idea."
Ryan furried his eyebrows. "Then why are you going in blind?"
Brendon stopped, looked up at the sky, then back to Ryan. It was almost if he was having a conversation with the sky.
Brendon shifted closer to Ryan's face. "Because, even if we don't make it, get out of this shitty town, it'll all be worth it," Ryan gulped as Brendon's smile got brighter somehow. "Besides, you wouldn't be so passionate about something if it wasn't going to happen."
Ryan smiled at that. He realized how close Brendon was to him, and he was also aware that he was subconsciously, or consciously he wasn't really sure, moving closer to Brendon.
Brendon leaned in closer and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Ryan's lip. Ryan smiled to himself and leaned forward to leave a kiss on Brendon's lips in return.
It was a little harder, and their lips stayed together longer and Ryan smiled again. He did that a lot when he was around Brendon.
Maybe they wouldn't make it. Maybe they wouldn't leave this shitty town. But for some reason, it didn't seem so bad.
---
Ryan's arm is twisted behind his back and shoved harshly into a broom closet. This is not a police station or a security guard booth or anything he was expecting.
The room was small and cramped with cleaning objects. There was a small area where nothing was, and Ryan had a feeling that's where he was going to be. There were a few shelves, and a little desk, but other than that it was like any other broom closet that Ryan's ever encountered before.
Ryan turned around to face his captor. "A broom closet?"
His captor stepped closer and Ryan shied away, walking further into the closet.
"Would you rather do this in the lobby? I think I'd like that better. Everyone could watch you get punished. Or would you enjoy that too much? All of your friends and people you don't know watching you get shown your lesson?"
Ryan didn't answer but he gulped, which made the man smirk.
He ran his hand up and down the side of Ryan's cheek. "Nah. I wouldn't want them to see you like this."
Ryan backed up, making a few things fall from wherever they were in the dark. Ryan wasn't entirely sure. And he really didn't care.
He didn't know how Bre--this guy wanted him to be. Fuck.
Ryan focused again and his captor was nameless again.
Ryan's eyes looked up and made eye contact with the man. "Don't ignore me, boy. I'll make your life a living hell. A little punishment never hurt any body."
Ryan gulped and nodded. Ryan watched as the man's fingers were playing with the band of his boxers. Ryan knew it was coming, and was not surprised in the least when he was met with the man's cock.
Ryan felt his mouth drop a little, in anticipation. This was what he wanted all those years ago, and he was finally getting it.
The man pushed his cock passed Ryan's lips, and Ryan started going to work immediately. Ryan backed off, and started to lap at the head.
His captor threaded his fingers in Ryan's hair, and tightened his grip. Before he knew it, the captor shoved his cock further into Ryan's mouth.
Ryan gasped and started to gag. His captor pulled out just a little bit, just to give Ryan some breath, before he shoved it back down his throat.
Ryan was ready this time, and swallowed all the way down. He faintly heard the man groan, and felt him tug harder at his hair but he didn't care. He hollowed his cheeks and took the man in further. He felt his abs contract above him but Ryan focused on the cock in front of him.
He couldn't get arrested, was all he kept thinking about, but that made him just a little bit harder. His semi-clean record was on the line and that made all of this better.
He sucked and sucked, until he wasn't sure what was happening. He was being lifted by the guy and being bent over a table. Ryan took a few breaths to get his heart back on track. The guy was next to him, holding out three fingers. "Suck, boy."
---
2005
Ryan is lounging around on the couch, not really paying attention to the movie on the screen. There is a Brendon underneath him, so that could be the reasoning behind it.
Ryan just can't believe that they are on a tour bus. It's hard to believe. They made it. They have a single out and are getting recognized; it seems so surreal.
Brendon makes it better, because he's with Ryan every step of the way. Ryan doesn't know for sure, but he has a feeling that they wouldn't have made it, if it weren't for Brendon's voice.
Brendon's hand was drawing patterns on Ryan's stomach. Ryan's pretty sure that Brendon's drawing a heart. That actually makes him smile a little.
"Tell me a secret," Brendon whispered.
Ryan looked up at Brendon's upside down face, and watched as Brendon's lips curved up, or rather down. "Any secret?"
"No, tell me your biggest secret fantasy," Brendon told him.
Ryan swallowed the lump that appeared in his throat. He felt the words weigh down on his tongue and he wanted to tell Brendon, but he didn't want Brendon's opinion on him to change. But he figured it was worth a try.
"Um, this is really stupid, but," Ryan shook his head and tried not to look up at Brendon. "When I was a teenager, I got caught shoplifting. The guy yelled at me and I thought he was going to do something about it, but he never did. I guess that turns me on more than it should. Yeah, that's it."
Ryan chanced a look upwards and Brendon was just nodding solemnly. Ryan sat up and looked over at Brendon. He didn't look disgusted or anything. That was a good sign.
Brendon seemed like he was thinking about something for a long time. "What's yours?" Ryan asked, with a hopeful tone in his voice.
Brendon was taken away from his thoughts and a truly evil grin took place over his face. He leaned over Ryan, until Ryan lay down on the couch underneath him.
"Right now? Fucking you on this couch. Right now."
Ryan rolled his eyes, and said "Dork." right before Brendon placed his lips on Ryan. He couldn't say no to Brendon's biggest fantasy.
---
The man curls his fingers up again and Ryan arches his back so far that he hits his head on the shelf above him.
"Shit, Ryan, are you okay?" Brendon asked, stilling his fingers and pulling them out, making Ryan wince at the loss.
He knew it was going to be too good to be true. "Yeah, I'm fine, Bren. Just fuck me."
Brendon nodded, dropping the entire façade. He reaches around the counter for the condom that Ryan knew he put in there before the entire thing started.
Brendon backed up, to roll the condom on, and Ryan stood there watching him patiently.
His head hurt a little bit, but it wasn't like he was in critical condition. He just hit his head on a shelf. Making Brendon ruin the entire---
Brendon pushed all the way in, and Ryan sucked in a large gulp of air. That was too much, but Ryan secretly loved it. He loved when Brendon started to go rough. He just took deep breaths and let Brendon just slam into him. This was an awesome idea but Ryan just really needed to get fucked.
"Harder," he begged. Brendon held onto his hips and thrusted faster. Ryan tried to brace his hands against the counter, shelf thing, but he couldn't find anything to hold. He just flailed, accidentally pushing things off the shelf, which made Brendon thrust even faster.
Brendon was sliding his head against Ryan's back and this was the greatest feeling ever. He didn't care that they weren't in the character's any more he just wanted Brendon. He didn't need some complete stranger to get him off, he just needed Brendon.
Ryan turned his head and Brendon reached forward to kiss him. Ryan couldn't do much, so he just let Brendon do all of the work. He felt Brendon's other hand slide from his hips to his chest then downwards finally down to his cock.
It felt good, and Ryan could come within minutes but it wasn't enough. Brendon filled him completely, was stroking him in time with his thrusts, and he just wanted something else.
"Neck," he croaked out. He wanted Brendon's other hand on his throat, he knew that would finally push him over the edge.
Brendon slowed down his thrusts a little, just a casual pace in and out. "Ryan?"
Ryan swallowed and it felt like his tongue was lodged in his throat. "Please?" he whispered. It would be perfect, everything he's ever wanted.
He still felt Brendon hesitate and it was admirable. "You sure?" he asked warily. Ryan nodded and the moment his head went upwards, Brendon's thrusts started to get faster and he was hitting Ryan's prostate right on.
Ryan gasped as he felt Brendon's hand head back up his chest, his breath quickened on contact and yes this was what he wanted. Brendon raised his arm and Ryan really didn't know what he was doing. Then he crooked his arm and wrapped it around Ryan's throat.
Ryan felt his windpipe get tense, and it was harder to breathe, but he felt everything more clearly. He felt Brendon's hand stroking his cock, and he felt Brendon hitting his prostate. Every time.
His elbow closed on Ryan's throat harder, and Ryan was close, so close. Brendon started going rougher, and he could tell that Brendon was close too. It wasn't until Ryan couldn't breathe at all, that he was closest to his orgasm. The second that Brendon let go, he took a giant gasp of breath and came. Everything suddenly came into better focus, he could feel his orgasm. Feel Brendon's hand jerking him through it.
Brendon was gasping loud in his ear and he was rutting his hips against Ryan a few times before he too was coming, and he grabbed Ryan's face and turned it to the side and met him in a kiss.
---
2006
"Ryan's sleeping at the moment and he would not like to be bothered. Even if it is someone hot who wants some even though he just gave it to you. Use your hand." Ryan answered as soon as someone tried to shake him out of his almost-nap. Everyone always woke him up right when he was about to fall asleep.
And he liked that default best because either Brendon would tell him to fuck off or Spencer would be so freaked out by that statement he would run. Or "swiftly walk away" as he liked to put it.
Him and Brendon having sex seemed to mess with Spencer's casual facade.
Instead he was met with another shake. Ryan didn't really think it was Brent because Brent never wanted to talk to him. Especially not after the fight they just had.
Spencer would be too freaked out to touch him. That left Brendon.
Ryan groaned and opened his eyes. He was met with Brendon. Of course.
Ryan looked up at Brendon and rolled his eyes before scooting over so Brendon could either attempt to squeeze in or so Ryan could actually see him without having to go cross-eyed.
Brendon smiled down at Ryan. "We're already at the venue."
Ryan didn't smile back. "That's nice to know. Was that it?"
Brendon shook his head, the smile never leaving his face. "No, it's noon. And we're already at the venue. I actually think that they're setting up the merch table already."
Ryan really didn't see how this had to do with him waking up from almost sleeping. Good for the merch guy. He got to do it early and not worry about it anymore.
Ryan nodded and stifled a yawn behind his hand. "That's nice."
Brendon lost his smile then. He growled at Ryan, obviously frustrated. Ryan couldn't really see what he'd done wrong.
Brendon pinched the bridge of his nose. "I swear, if I ever propose to you it'll take seven years," he whispered but Ryan totally heard him.
"Hey!" Ryan yelled. "I resent that."
Brendon rolled his eyes. "It'll take you seven years to get your mind around what I was doing. You'll probably think I'm trying to get rust off my jewelry by baking it into shit."
Ryan smiled but he wasn't totally that clueless. Besides, Brendon wasn't good at keeping secrets. He would totally send Ryan the text totally gonna ask Ry to marry me XD.
No doubt about it.
"Alright, what was the point in insulting my ability to pick up hints?
Ryan saw the tendons in Brendon's forehead pulse. He was tense.
Brendon sighed and spoke to Ryan like he was five years old. "Ryan, we are at the venue really early. The merch table is probably set up right the fuck now. Zack isn't doing anything, and I think you should go, you know, check out the merch tent."
Right before Ryan almost screamed in Brendon's face, it suddenly clicked. That actually saved him from a lot of embarrassment of screaming out "What are you talking about?"
Then it clicked clicked. Oh. "Oh."
Brendon nodded before trailing kisses down Ryan's neck. Ryan sighed and he was finally happy to be getting everything he wanted. If only it would last forever.
---
Brendon nuzzled into Ryan's neck. "Ryan, if we weren't, you know, in a supply closet, I would totally be cuddling with you right now."
Ryan sighed, content. That was probably the hottest thing that they've ever done. Except for everything else they did.
It was probably better than actually getting fucked for stealing something because Ryan's been there, not there exactly but around those coordinates, and it isn't all good.
The exact reasoning why Ryan prefers role-playing to actually doing things.
Ryan tried to cuddle with Brendon, despite the situation, and it wasn't really working. But it was a good effort, Ryan thought.
Brendon pressed closer to Ryan and started quietly laughing to himself. "You're kind of epically bad with this role-playing thing."
Ryan blew his bangs out of his face. Whatever. "Yeah, Mister Canadian with a weird English accent. Let's not forget your stupid name, Jim."
Brendon lowered his head into the crook of Ryan's neck and started chuckling. Ryan turned his head and started giggling with him.
Brendon calmed down. "That was my character, thank you very much. What was your character? Horny kid who sucked at stealing shit?"
Ryan blew a raspberry at Brendon, and Brendon just scrunched his face. "I stole your virginity alright. So not totally horrible."
Brendon rolled his eyes. Ryan knew he wasn't going to answer because he didn't want to ruin the moment. He knew Brendon would be calling Ryan so cheesy, or stupid, or something equally insulting that Ryan usually said to him.
Didn't matter, the moment got ruined anyway. "Hour until kids get here, guys," Zack called from outside the door.
Ryan laughed and Brendon glared at the door. Which, made Ryan laugh a little louder. Brendon elbowed Ryan, which immediately made Ryan stop laughing.
Ryan winced and rubbed his chest. "You can stop being an asshole, you can go back to being my boyfriend, you know."
Brendon smiled, and kissed Ryan's neck. That was more like it.
fin