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title: This Isn't the First Time, But It Won't Be the Last
pairing: (almost) Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
"Brendon," Ryan says firmly and Brendon stops squirming around, letting Ryan turn his head to the side to see his newly swollen eye.
As soon as Brendon hears the sympathetic hiss his eyes begin to water, tears run down his cheek and neck, soaking into the collar of his shirt.
"What happened?" Ryan's voice is suddenly softer as he asks, but he already knows.
Brendon doesn't say a word, just drops his eyes to the floor while his insides curl. He hates that he can't meet Ryan's eyes anymore. Not since the first time.
"Hey," Ryan whispers, brushing the tears away with his thumb only to be replaced a moment later. He leans closer, leaving fleeting kisses against his cheek and jaw. All the way to the corner of his mouth. This is new.
Brendon's not moving, his heart pounding in his ears and his breath seems stuck in his lungs. Ryan stops though, eyes closed and lips parted. Brendon knows he's waiting for something, but still doesn't move.
"Sorry," Ryan whispers a moment later and it's his turn to drop his gaze as he takes a half step-back from Brendon.
Opening his mouth to speak, Brendon closes it again. He wants to tell it's okay. How he's longed to feel Ryan's lips on his, moving seamlessly together. He'd leave his boyfriend if Ryan would only ask. There's no one he's even wanted more. But he remains silent and the moment passes.
Ryan clears his throat when the tension between them becomes almost too thick to breath, gesturing towards the couch. Brendon already knows. This isn't the first time he's been here and it won't be the last. At least not for awhile.
pairing: (almost) Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
"Brendon," Ryan says firmly and Brendon stops squirming around, letting Ryan turn his head to the side to see his newly swollen eye.
As soon as Brendon hears the sympathetic hiss his eyes begin to water, tears run down his cheek and neck, soaking into the collar of his shirt.
"What happened?" Ryan's voice is suddenly softer as he asks, but he already knows.
Brendon doesn't say a word, just drops his eyes to the floor while his insides curl. He hates that he can't meet Ryan's eyes anymore. Not since the first time.
"Hey," Ryan whispers, brushing the tears away with his thumb only to be replaced a moment later. He leans closer, leaving fleeting kisses against his cheek and jaw. All the way to the corner of his mouth. This is new.
Brendon's not moving, his heart pounding in his ears and his breath seems stuck in his lungs. Ryan stops though, eyes closed and lips parted. Brendon knows he's waiting for something, but still doesn't move.
"Sorry," Ryan whispers a moment later and it's his turn to drop his gaze as he takes a half step-back from Brendon.
Opening his mouth to speak, Brendon closes it again. He wants to tell it's okay. How he's longed to feel Ryan's lips on his, moving seamlessly together. He'd leave his boyfriend if Ryan would only ask. There's no one he's even wanted more. But he remains silent and the moment passes.
Ryan clears his throat when the tension between them becomes almost too thick to breath, gesturing towards the couch. Brendon already knows. This isn't the first time he's been here and it won't be the last. At least not for awhile.