Down on the Farm. [2/2.]
Title: Down on the Farm.
Author: causticmayhemx
Pairing: Ryan Ross//Brendon Urie.
Rating: NC17.
Word Count: 11247.
Summary: Mrs. Ross, fed up with her son's destructive and illegal behavior, decides to send him to live with a friend of the family over the summer before his senior year. The worst part is, he's staying on a farm.
Disclaimer: 100% faux.
A/N: I don't know how I came up with this idea but Tari made me write it (seriously, she forced me). Major thanks to Aria who constantly looked over it and reassured me when I was worried.
part one.
Brendon woke up the next morning and was slightly surprised to see that Ryan wasn't up yet. He rubbed his eyes and pulled on his glasses before climbing down from the top bunk and crawling on top of Ryan. He poked at his side and smiled when Ryan barely moved in his sleep. He leaned down and gently blew across his ear.
"Mmm, 'topit," Ryan grumbled in his sleep.
Brendon laughed, pressing his lips to the side of his neck. "Time to get up, Ryan. It's almost five," he whispered in his ear.
"Too early," he muttered. "Go away."
"Can't do that," Brendon said, blowing in his ear again and poking relentlessly at his side. "Gotta get up, baby."
"No."
Brendon sighed and picked up both of his hands, proceeding to make Ryan hit himself in the face. "Gonna get up?"
"You're mean," Ryan whined, opening his eyes and glaring at him. "And you're on top of me."
Brendon smiled at that. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Off," he said, trying to push him off.
"Okay, okay," Brendon said, standing up and stretching. "As long as you get out of bed. We have a lot to do today."
"We always have a lot to do," Ryan complained. "I hate you."
Brendon grabbed a change of clothes and nodded. "That's okay. Get ready."
As soon as Brendon was out of the room, Ryan threw his pillow at the door. "Ass," he muttered. He dragged himself out of bed and changed from his pajamas into a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt. He threw his shoes on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Brendon walked back in, changed into virtually the same thing and he had already put in his contacts. Ryan didn't meet his eyes as he wandered into the bathroom to do his business and then back into their room to slide his boots on.
"You ready?" Brendon asked.
"Yeah."
+
"Are we done yet?" Ryan asked, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he was so damn sweaty. Oh, wait, Ryan though. Never mind.
Brendon pulled up the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his eyes. "Yeah. What time is it?"
Ryan pulled out his cell phone. "About four."
"Wanna go swimming?"
"Um, yeah," Ryan said, as if it were obvious. "My lord. Why is it so hot here?"
"We're close to the equator," Brendon said, starting to walk back towards the lake.
"Yeah, well I'm from Vegas, which is in the fucking desert, and I somehow don't remember it ever being this hot. Of course, I wasn't outside in the summer so much," he said.
Brendon looked over at him. "Wasn't that fire pretty hot?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "You're never gonna let up, are you?"
"Never, city boy," Brendon said, smiling.
When they finally got to the lake, Brendon already had his shirt off and was working on his pants. He kicked his shoes aside and removed his pants, jumping in the lake without looking back. Ryan looked around. He had artfully avoided ever going swimming with Brendon all summer, opting to go with Annie and Liz, and he wasn't sure if Brendon was actually going to enforce the 'nude' rule.
Brendon resurfaced and rubbed his eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for? Strip and join me, damn."
Ryan shyly removed his shirt, setting it down next to Brendon's. He kicked off his shoes and pants, leaving his boxers on.
"Those, too, Ryan," Brendon said, smirking. "You remember what I told you, right? Whoever goes swimming with me goes naked."
"Do you enforce that rule with your siblings, too?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I don't go swimming with my siblings?"
Ryan couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Fine, fine. Just. Turn around?"
"Whatever," Brendon said, turning around. "You know I'm going to see it eventually, right?"
"You are not," Ryan said, quickly removing his boxers and jumping into the water. He resurfaced and pushed the hair out of his eyes. "Not if I can help it, anyway."
"What if you can't?" Brendon asked, swimming over to him and sliding his arms around his waist, pressing their bodies together.
Ryan bit back a gasp as Brendon's fingers found their way around his semi-erect member. "I--I can try."
"What if trying is useless?" he asked, his forehead resting against Ryan's.
Ryan moved his hands to Brendon's biceps, nails digging in, as Brendon started to stroke him. His mouth fell open and Brendon's eyes seemed to be transfixed on Ryan's face. He didn't look away at all as he stroked Ryan and, when he felt him tense up and his nails dig deeper in his arms, he knew he was close. Ryan's head fell back, a moan of Brendon's name escaping his lips, as he came, his body shaking.
Brendon slid his hand up Ryan's hipbone and pressed a kiss to the side of his lips. "Why try, Ryan? It's clear you want me as much as I want you," he said quietly.
Ryan recovered from the afterglow rather quickly at that remark, and he pressed his lips together tightly, pushing Brendon away from him. "You're so damn arrogant, you know that?"
Brendon scoffed. "I'm not arrogant, Ryan. I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you mean it?" he asked. He would've crossed his arms if he was a better swimmer.
"I meant it in the way that... I like you, you know? And I can tell you like me," Brendon said.
"Oh, because I'm so obvious? Or because you're just so hot?"
Brendon shrugged. "A little bit of both."
Ryan scowled.
Brendon laughed, swimming over to him. "Stop misinterpreting everything I say. Why are you getting so defensive?"
Ryan sighed. "It's stupid."
"I bet it isn't."
"It is."
"Why don't you tell me and I decide for you?" Brendon suggested.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I'm not falling for that trick."
"It's not a trick. I want to know, baby. I don't want you to hate being near me," he told him.
He sighed. "I don't hate being near you," he said quietly, allowing Brendon to wrap his arms around his waist.
"Then what is it?"
"It's just." He sighed. "You woke me up. And I look bad in the morning. And I have bad breath. And you've seen me all summer and I've looked like shit every day. And you're always with Jon and I know something is going on there. But it's not like I even expect anything from you, you know? It's just--"
"Are you done?"
"What?"
Brendon smiled. "Rambling. Are you done? Because nothing you said was even a valid argument."
Ryan gaped, offended.
"You don't look bad in the mornings. And everyone has morning breath. I haven't yet seen you look bad and nothing is going on with me and Jon. Not anymore, anyway," Brendon said. "Is there anything else?"
"Is this just a summer thing?"
"Do you plan on staying here longer than summer?"
Ryan looked down. "So it is?"
"I guess. I mean, I. I don't know what else to say, Ryan. In less than a month, you're going to be leaving. What's the point in getting attached? Can't we just have some fun?" Brendon said.
"I don't know," Ryan said, pulling away from Brendon again and swimming towards the pier. He pulled himself up and dragged on his clothes of his wet body, but he didn't even care. He slid his shoes back on, without the socks, and he started to walk back towards the house.
"Ryan, wait," Brendon yelled, following Ryan's actions and running to catch up with him. "What's wrong now?"
"Did you not just hear yourself?" Ryan asked.
"Did you not hear yourself when you said you had nothing to expect from me?" Brendon said.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Don't pin this all on me. I'm not the kind of guy who will just fuck around with someone and have a fling, okay? And it's not like I'm expecting you to proclaim your love for me or anything, but. I don't know. It'd just be nice if-- You know what? Never mind. It's not like you deserve any of my explanations anyway," Ryan ranted, turning away and walking back up to the house.
Brendon didn't follow, and Ryan didn't see him again until the next morning.
+
Ryan spent the day avoiding Brendon and he sat on the pier all day, feet dangling in the water and a book in his lap. He had lathered on the sunscreen and he thought it was the hottest day of the summer. He would text Spencer between every chapter, ranting about Brendon, since he didn't have anyone else to talk to.
"I think you were right."
Ryan didn't turn around when he heard Brendon's voice. He barely even paid attention; he just turned to the next page in his book.
Brendon sat down next to him. "I shouldn't have expected that you would be okay with a fling. I guess I didn't really pay that much attention to what you wanted."
"And?"
"And I'm sorry," Brendon said.
"Okay."
Brendon sighed. "Don't be like that, Ryan. All passive-aggressive, okay? I'm apologizing because I feel bad and because I kind of acted like a jerk."
"Kind of?"
"Okay, I was. I just. I like you. And I know that come August, this is done, you know? But even knowing that, I couldn't not act on what I feel. So I did. And either way, this is going to end badly, so why can we just enjoy ourselves?" he said.
Ryan looked down. "I'm not good at the casual thing. And I'm not good at the sex thing, either."
Brendon laughed. "Did you really just say that?"
"Don't laugh at me."
"Okay. I'm sorry," Brendon said. He reached over and picked up Ryan's book, setting it aside, and he took Ryan's hand in his own. "Start over?"
"If we started over, wouldn't we be moving too fast then?"
Brendon smiled. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
Ryan blushed, and would later blame it on the sun. "Shut up."
+
"Should we really be swimming since we just ate? What if I get a cramp?" Ryan asked, slightly mocking what Linda had told them before they left, and rolled his eyes.
Brendon laughed, grabbing Ryan's hand and pulling him closer in the water. "If you get a cramp. I'll carry you out of the water. And protect you from the evil stomach pains."
Ryan smiled, allowing Brendon to pull him further away from the pier. "Really? How will you protect me from that?"
"With my almighty farm powers, obviously."
"And your John Deere tractors and bales of hay?"
"Don't joke about John Deere, Ryan. He's part of the family," Brendon said.
Ryan laughed. "That's not funny."
Brendon cracked a smile. "Unless you haven't noticed in the nearly two months you've been here, but. We don't use John Deere."
"Good. He's evil," Ryan said.
"Evil, Ryan? Really?"
"Yes! Green and yellow just do not go together," he said, shaking his head sadly.
Brendon smiled, leaning in to bite at his lower lip. "I think they do."
"Then maybe you're just crazy."
"Or maybe you're just blinded by your obvious lust for me and now you're just talking crazy," Brendon suggested.
Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, that might be it..."
Brendon laughed, sliding a hand down Ryan's back, a finger tracing around his entrance in a rather bold move. "So I was thinking..."
Ryan subconsciously leaned back against it. "Hmm?"
"Ever had sex in a lake?"
Ryan flushed. "There aren't many lakes around Vegas."
"Want to?"
"That was the worst come on line ever," he told him.
Brendon smiled, slowly sliding a finger inside of him. Ryan gasped and his back arched. "Is that a no?"
"What if we drown?" Ryan asked, pushing back against Brendon's hand as he felt him add another.
"We won't."
Ryan gasped, moving to wrap his legs around Brendon's waist. "But-- But what if--"
Brendon removed his fingers from Ryan and wrapped an arm around his waist, carrying both of them back over to the pier. He grabbed Ryan's thighs, moving his legs from his waist and turned him around. "Hold on to the pier," he said quietly, moving his hands to Ryan's waist.
His fingers wrapped around the edge of the pier and he moved his hips back towards Brendon. "Bren--"
"Ssh," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and slowly sliding in him.
Ryan's back arched, a low moan escaping his lips, and he pushed back against him. "Mm, more," he muttered. "Please."
Brendon slid the rest of the way into him, his mouth falling open and he pressed a hot, open-mouth kissed to his left shoulder blade. He started to thrust slowly, not wanting the moment to end soon, as he knew it would if moved as fast as he wanted to. Ryan whimpered, thrusting his hips back to try to get Brendon to move faster. Brendon thrust in sharply, a moan escaping Ryan's lips as his head fall back onto Brendon's shoulder.
"Bren-- Please, I--" He couldn't finish his sentence and moved his hand from the pier to Brendon's, moving it to his achingly hard member. "Please," he whispered.
Wrapping his fingers tightly around Ryan, he began to stroke him off, faster and faster, to match the pace of his thrusts. Ryan moved his hand to Brendon's hip, nails digging in, obscenities slipping past his lips. Brendon's hips moved faster as he felt himself near the edge, and he knew Ryan to be, too. Ryan could barely form the sentence to tell Brendon he was close, and he came over his fist. Brendon rested his forehead against Ryan's back, thrusting one more time, before releasing deep inside of him.
Ryan was breathing heavily as Brendon pulled out of him and turned him around in his arms. Brendon leaned forward and kissed his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, and then, finally, his lips. Ryan's eyes drifted shut, his arms moving around Brendon's waist. Brendon kissed his forehead again. He didn't know what to say. Nothing of importance could fill the blissful silence between them anyway.
+
Jon's fingers tightened in the bark of the tree as he watched the display in front of them. When Linda had told him that Brendon and Ryan were at the lake, he never imagined they... He never would've guessed. His stomach tightened and he felt himself frown, angry beyond belief. He turned around and walked back towards the house. He didn't want the image of Ryan and Brendon kissing stuck in his head any longer.
+
"It's going to suck when summer is over," Ryan muttered, fingers laced with Brendon's, as they walked back towards the house.
"I've always wanted to see Vegas," Brendon told him.
Ryan looked down at the ground. "It's really pretty, especially at night. When the sun sets in the desert? It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Besides me?" Brendon asked, smiling in the most cheesy manner Ryan had ever seen.
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah. Sure."
Brendon laughed. "I was kidding. But I would really love to see it some day."
"You can. One day, you know?" Ryan said.
Brendon slipped his hand out of Ryan's and put it in his pocket. "The house is right up there," he said, nodding ahead.
"Oh."
The two of them finished the walk back to the house in silence, barely looking at each other. Ryan noticed Jon first and something twisted in his stomach. Jon stood up and met them halfway, not looking at Ryan.
"Ryan. Can you excuse Brendon and I for a minute?" Jon asked, frowning.
"Yeah, sure," Ryan said, sending Brendon a 'what the hell?' look before shrugging and walking into the house. It was after nine that evening all ready and Ryan wasn't surprised when he didn't hear anyone up. He walked up to the room he and Brendon shared and crawled into the bottom bunk, curious as to what Jon wanted to discuss with Brendon.
Brendon bit his lip as he watched Ryan walk away. "What's up, Jon?"
Jon sighed, pacing back and forth in front of Brendon for a minute or two. "Okay, what's going on between the two of you?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "What, are you spying on us?"
"Your mother told me you were at the lake, so I went to find you. And, well, I didn't think I would find that," Jon said bitterly.
Brendon sighed. "So you just watched us, got mad, then waited here to yell at me about something that isn't your business?"
"It is my business, Brendon! You're my best fucking friend. Why in the hell wouldn't you tell me?" Jon asked.
He looked down.
"I wouldn't have gotten mad, Brendon," he said, lowering his voice. "I just wanted you to tell me."
"I didn't know it was going to happen," Brendon told him honestly. "I've liked him since I met him, but I never thought anything would happen. And then...it just did. I kissed him a week or two ago. And then, we've just." He shrugged. "It just happened. I was going to tell you. I was going to call you the minute he fell asleep and tell you all about it. You just...beat me to the punch."
Jon took a deep breath, nodding. "I just felt like you were hiding it from me."
"I know. And I'm sorry," Brendon said.
"I jumped to conclusions, didn't I?"
He shrugged. "Maybe a little. But it's okay."
Jon hugged his friend quickly. "I'm sorry for ruining your post-coital bliss."
Brendon laughed. "It's okay. It will probably continue when I go upstairs."
"Oh, that's right. You two are sharing a room, right?"
Brendon waggled his eyebrows. "You know it."
Jon busted out laughing. "What, do you rape him in his sleep?"
"No, no," Brendon said, shaking his head. "I just like to sleep next to him."
Jon smiled. "You like him?"
"Yeah."
"He's leaving in, like, three weeks."
Brendon sighed. "I know."
+
Ryan had his knees pulled to his chest and he was biting his lip when Brendon walked into the room.
"What did he want?"
Brendon kicked off his shoes and changed quickly into his pajama pants. "Well." He sighed, crawling into the bottom bunk next to Ryan, laying down and pulling him towards his chest. "He thought I was hiding our relationship from him."
"Relationship?"
Brendon waved a hand. "Don't focus on the details. Anyway, I told him that I wasn't. Because it just...happened. You know? So, yeah. But we're okay now. He's not angry. We're good."
Ryan nodded. "Good. But. Relationship?"
"Yes."
"And...when were you going to tell me we were in a relationship? I mean, come on. I have many eligible bachelors waiting for me, Brendon," Ryan told him, smiling.
Brendon laughed. "Well, I'll just have to beat them up. And I could. Because I work on a farm."
Ryan laughed with him. "Is that your excuse? Really?"
"Yes."
"It's bad."
"I never said it wasn't," Brendon told him, smiling. "But, I mean. We have one, don't we? You don't do the casual thing. We...do things. It just makes sense, you know?"
Ryan nodded. "Yeah, but. What kind of a relationship is it?"
"One that works?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Okay, obvious."
Brendon smiled. "I don't know. Why do we have to label it?"
"I guess you're right," Ryan said. "Labels cause cancer."
"Really now?"
"Yes, just like racism and lying." He nodded. "It's just a fact."
Brendon smiled, pressing his lips to the side of Ryan's face. "Let's just get some sleep."
+
"Ryan, your mother called earlier. Apparently, you're going home a week early because there was something at work and she can't get you the day she planned," Linda told him, handing him a place of biscuits over breakfast a couple of days later.
Ryan nodded slowly, he wasn't sure to say, and he tore a biscuit off and put it onto his plate. "Okay. Um. Thank you?"
"I know you're looking forward to going home. Aren't you?" she asked.
"Um. Yeah. Sure."
"A week?" Brendon asked, voice louder than he intended. "A week earlier? But. That's. That's in a week, mom."
"I'm aware, honey," she said.
Brendon looked over a Ryan. "But. That's. That's a week early."
Linda nodded. "Yes, that's what I just said."
"This isn't fucking fair," Brendon muttered, tossing his fork onto his plate and standing up. "Excuse me." He couldn't bring himself to meet Ryan's eyes as he stormed out of the kitchen.
Ryan jumped in his seat when he heard the back door slam and he, himself, stood up quickly. "I'm sorry. I have to--"
Linda nodded. "I know, dear."
Ryan set his towel on the table and ran out after Brendon. "Brendon!" he yelled, running faster to catch up with Brendon, who was halfway towards the furthest part where the horses were. "Brendon!"
Brendon shook his head, walking faster and he kicked the door to the barn before stumbling in and leaning against it.
Ryan caught up with him a minute later and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't," Brendon said, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his chest. "Just don't."
"I don't want to," Ryan said quietly.
"I like having you here," he whispered. "I know I don't say that. But I do. I like waking up and knowing you're going to be here. You make me laugh. This place doesn't seem so boring with you here."
Ryan wrapped his arms tighter around Brendon, kissing the side of his head. "I know. I know, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Brendon whispered. "Just. Just don't, please."
+
That night, Brendon crawled in next to Ryan right as he was about to fall asleep.
"Wha--"
"Ssh," Brendon whispered, finding his way under the blanket and curling up behind him. "Just let me lay here."
Ryan grabbed Brendon's hand and linked their fingers together, scooting back so the only thing separating them were their pajamas. "I don't want to go, either, Brendon," he whispered.
Brendon didn't respond. He just closed his eyes and rested his face against the back of Ryan's neck. The last thing he wanted to think about was him leaving.
+
"Ryan, where are we going?" Brendon asked. It was four in the morning. Ryan was supposed to leave the next day. And Brendon was tired. He was woken up by a smiling Ryan who dragged him out of the room and towards the barn.
"Just follow me and be quiet," Ryan said, leading him into the barn. He dropped Brendon's hand and moved the door so it was only open a couple of inches.
"Ryan--"
Ryan shook his head, reaching for Brendon again, and he pressed their lips together. "Just go with it, yeah?"
Brendon nodded, his hands cupping Ryan's face. "Okay."
Ryan smiled and moved towards the opposite side of the barn, laying down on a stack of hay and pulling Brendon with him, laughing. "Ready for a roll in the hay?"
Brendon laughed. "Yeah," he said quietly, kissing his lips and smiling. "Yeah."
+
They made their way back towards the house after sunrise, bits of hay still stuck in Ryan's hair that Brendon 'neglected' to tell him about. They made their way upstairs and fell down into the bottom bunk, legs entwined and Brendon's head resting on Ryan's chest. Ryan ran his fingers through Brendon's inky, black hair; he guessed he fell asleep somewhere after eight, and he was surprised when no one in Brendon's family disturbed them.
When Ryan looked at the clock again, it was one in the afternoon. His mother was going to be there soon. He bit his lip and shook Brendon's shoulder.
"Brendon? Baby? It's one. I gotta finish packing," he said.
Brendon shook his head, wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist. "You're not allowed."
Ryan felt himself smile. "I have to, baby."
"I know," Brendon said, quietly. He slowly sat up and pouted. "So your mother sucks."
Ryan laughed. "I know, right?" he agreed. He leaned in and kissed Brendon quickly. "I'll pack super quick, okay? Then we can lay down again."
"Promise?"
"Yes," Ryan said, smiling, kissing his forehead. He turned away from Brendon and packed up the rest of his stuff. He had done most of it the night before, so he only had to pack up a change of clothes and his latest novel. "Done."
"Good," Brendon said, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him back onto the bed.
It seemed like only ten minutes later when Linda was knocking on the door and telling Ryan that his mother was there. Ryan slowly sat up, running his hands over his face.
"Looks like I gotta go."
Brendon sighed and stood up, grabbing two of Ryan's bags and leaving the room without saying a word.
Ryan picked up his last back, swinging the strap over his shoulder, and he followed Brendon down the stairs and out to the front door. He grabbed his arm. "Don't be mad, please," he said quietly.
Brendon set his bags down by the cab, still not speaking or making eye contact.
Ryan set his bag down, not even acknowledging his mom, and he slid his hand from Brendon's bicep to his hand. "Please, Brendon. Please don't be mad. It's hard enough leaving," he told him.
"I know," Brendon said, finally meeting his eyes. "I just hate this. Hi, Mrs. Ross."
Ryan's mother smiled. "Hi, Brendon. You're looking well."
"You, too," he said. Ryan could tell he didn't mean it.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi, Ryan. Are you ready?"
"Not exactly," Ryan said quietly.
His mother frowned. "Oh. Do you have more bags?"
"Not exactly," he repeated. "I have to go."
Brendon nodded. "I know," he said, slipping his hand from Ryan's and backing up towards his mother. "I know."
Ryan looked down. "Okay. We can go now, I guess," he said quietly, turning and hugging his mom. "Hi."
She smiled. "I've missed you, kid. The house has been quiet without you."
He nodded. "I missed you, too."
"You ready to go?"
He shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be." His mother climbed into the cab and Ryan went to follow when Brendon yelled out.
"Ryan, stop."
Ryan turned away from the door and Brendon walked over to him. "What?"
"Don't go," Brendon said. "Please. I mean. You can't go, right? This is crazy. We're not done here. We-- We can't be. I mean, Buttercup will miss you," he rambled.
Ryan smiled slightly. "I'll miss Buttercup, too. But. I'll miss you more," he said quietly.
Brendon sighed. "What can I do to get you to stay?"
He shrugged. "Nothing. I can't. I have to go back."
"I know. I know. I'm stupid, but I know." Brendon shook his head, leaning in and kissing him quickly, muttering against his lips, "I'm gonna miss you so much, city boy."
Ryan nodded, kissing him again. "I'll see you again, you know. In some, like, farming magazine or something."
Brendon laughed. "Yeah, I'll be posing on a John Deere tractor."
Ryan smiled. "I don't doubt that."
Brendon grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. "You'll call me?"
"You get phone service out here?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I do."
"Tell Buttercup I love her."
"I will."
Ryan bit his lip for a minute, before leaning in and kissing him again. "I suck at goodbyes."
"Me too."
He took a step back, waving to Brendon's family before blowing Brendon a kiss. He didn't say anything else as he climbed into the cab next to his mother, shutting the door behind him. He kept his eyes on Brendon as the cab drove away. He rested his forehead against the window and kept his eyes shut, trying not to let the tears fall that had been gathering since the morning.
"Ryan? Are you okay?"
Ryan bit his lip, shaking his head. "No. No, I'm not."
[x] I can't believe this barely took me a week to write. I have people I want to thank but. I think they all know how much I appreciate them. I know you all probably hate this ending and I'm so, so tempted to leave it at this because, well, I like it. But I decided last night (or early this morning) that I was going to write a sequel. So I'm going to. I don't know when it will be posted or, well, really what it will be about, but there will be one.
I hope you all enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it. This was just a brief flicker in my mind and all I knew was I had to have the 'it's a lot more sanitary than what you put in your mouth, city boy' line. It all kind of revolved around that. So. Thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think. I really like this, so. I hope you did, too.
Author: causticmayhemx
Pairing: Ryan Ross//Brendon Urie.
Rating: NC17.
Word Count: 11247.
Summary: Mrs. Ross, fed up with her son's destructive and illegal behavior, decides to send him to live with a friend of the family over the summer before his senior year. The worst part is, he's staying on a farm.
Disclaimer: 100% faux.
A/N: I don't know how I came up with this idea but Tari made me write it (seriously, she forced me). Major thanks to Aria who constantly looked over it and reassured me when I was worried.
part one.
Brendon woke up the next morning and was slightly surprised to see that Ryan wasn't up yet. He rubbed his eyes and pulled on his glasses before climbing down from the top bunk and crawling on top of Ryan. He poked at his side and smiled when Ryan barely moved in his sleep. He leaned down and gently blew across his ear.
"Mmm, 'topit," Ryan grumbled in his sleep.
Brendon laughed, pressing his lips to the side of his neck. "Time to get up, Ryan. It's almost five," he whispered in his ear.
"Too early," he muttered. "Go away."
"Can't do that," Brendon said, blowing in his ear again and poking relentlessly at his side. "Gotta get up, baby."
"No."
Brendon sighed and picked up both of his hands, proceeding to make Ryan hit himself in the face. "Gonna get up?"
"You're mean," Ryan whined, opening his eyes and glaring at him. "And you're on top of me."
Brendon smiled at that. "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Off," he said, trying to push him off.
"Okay, okay," Brendon said, standing up and stretching. "As long as you get out of bed. We have a lot to do today."
"We always have a lot to do," Ryan complained. "I hate you."
Brendon grabbed a change of clothes and nodded. "That's okay. Get ready."
As soon as Brendon was out of the room, Ryan threw his pillow at the door. "Ass," he muttered. He dragged himself out of bed and changed from his pajamas into a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt. He threw his shoes on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Brendon walked back in, changed into virtually the same thing and he had already put in his contacts. Ryan didn't meet his eyes as he wandered into the bathroom to do his business and then back into their room to slide his boots on.
"You ready?" Brendon asked.
"Yeah."
+
"Are we done yet?" Ryan asked, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he was so damn sweaty. Oh, wait, Ryan though. Never mind.
Brendon pulled up the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his eyes. "Yeah. What time is it?"
Ryan pulled out his cell phone. "About four."
"Wanna go swimming?"
"Um, yeah," Ryan said, as if it were obvious. "My lord. Why is it so hot here?"
"We're close to the equator," Brendon said, starting to walk back towards the lake.
"Yeah, well I'm from Vegas, which is in the fucking desert, and I somehow don't remember it ever being this hot. Of course, I wasn't outside in the summer so much," he said.
Brendon looked over at him. "Wasn't that fire pretty hot?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "You're never gonna let up, are you?"
"Never, city boy," Brendon said, smiling.
When they finally got to the lake, Brendon already had his shirt off and was working on his pants. He kicked his shoes aside and removed his pants, jumping in the lake without looking back. Ryan looked around. He had artfully avoided ever going swimming with Brendon all summer, opting to go with Annie and Liz, and he wasn't sure if Brendon was actually going to enforce the 'nude' rule.
Brendon resurfaced and rubbed his eyes. "Well, what are you waiting for? Strip and join me, damn."
Ryan shyly removed his shirt, setting it down next to Brendon's. He kicked off his shoes and pants, leaving his boxers on.
"Those, too, Ryan," Brendon said, smirking. "You remember what I told you, right? Whoever goes swimming with me goes naked."
"Do you enforce that rule with your siblings, too?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I don't go swimming with my siblings?"
Ryan couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Fine, fine. Just. Turn around?"
"Whatever," Brendon said, turning around. "You know I'm going to see it eventually, right?"
"You are not," Ryan said, quickly removing his boxers and jumping into the water. He resurfaced and pushed the hair out of his eyes. "Not if I can help it, anyway."
"What if you can't?" Brendon asked, swimming over to him and sliding his arms around his waist, pressing their bodies together.
Ryan bit back a gasp as Brendon's fingers found their way around his semi-erect member. "I--I can try."
"What if trying is useless?" he asked, his forehead resting against Ryan's.
Ryan moved his hands to Brendon's biceps, nails digging in, as Brendon started to stroke him. His mouth fell open and Brendon's eyes seemed to be transfixed on Ryan's face. He didn't look away at all as he stroked Ryan and, when he felt him tense up and his nails dig deeper in his arms, he knew he was close. Ryan's head fell back, a moan of Brendon's name escaping his lips, as he came, his body shaking.
Brendon slid his hand up Ryan's hipbone and pressed a kiss to the side of his lips. "Why try, Ryan? It's clear you want me as much as I want you," he said quietly.
Ryan recovered from the afterglow rather quickly at that remark, and he pressed his lips together tightly, pushing Brendon away from him. "You're so damn arrogant, you know that?"
Brendon scoffed. "I'm not arrogant, Ryan. I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you mean it?" he asked. He would've crossed his arms if he was a better swimmer.
"I meant it in the way that... I like you, you know? And I can tell you like me," Brendon said.
"Oh, because I'm so obvious? Or because you're just so hot?"
Brendon shrugged. "A little bit of both."
Ryan scowled.
Brendon laughed, swimming over to him. "Stop misinterpreting everything I say. Why are you getting so defensive?"
Ryan sighed. "It's stupid."
"I bet it isn't."
"It is."
"Why don't you tell me and I decide for you?" Brendon suggested.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "I'm not falling for that trick."
"It's not a trick. I want to know, baby. I don't want you to hate being near me," he told him.
He sighed. "I don't hate being near you," he said quietly, allowing Brendon to wrap his arms around his waist.
"Then what is it?"
"It's just." He sighed. "You woke me up. And I look bad in the morning. And I have bad breath. And you've seen me all summer and I've looked like shit every day. And you're always with Jon and I know something is going on there. But it's not like I even expect anything from you, you know? It's just--"
"Are you done?"
"What?"
Brendon smiled. "Rambling. Are you done? Because nothing you said was even a valid argument."
Ryan gaped, offended.
"You don't look bad in the mornings. And everyone has morning breath. I haven't yet seen you look bad and nothing is going on with me and Jon. Not anymore, anyway," Brendon said. "Is there anything else?"
"Is this just a summer thing?"
"Do you plan on staying here longer than summer?"
Ryan looked down. "So it is?"
"I guess. I mean, I. I don't know what else to say, Ryan. In less than a month, you're going to be leaving. What's the point in getting attached? Can't we just have some fun?" Brendon said.
"I don't know," Ryan said, pulling away from Brendon again and swimming towards the pier. He pulled himself up and dragged on his clothes of his wet body, but he didn't even care. He slid his shoes back on, without the socks, and he started to walk back towards the house.
"Ryan, wait," Brendon yelled, following Ryan's actions and running to catch up with him. "What's wrong now?"
"Did you not just hear yourself?" Ryan asked.
"Did you not hear yourself when you said you had nothing to expect from me?" Brendon said.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Don't pin this all on me. I'm not the kind of guy who will just fuck around with someone and have a fling, okay? And it's not like I'm expecting you to proclaim your love for me or anything, but. I don't know. It'd just be nice if-- You know what? Never mind. It's not like you deserve any of my explanations anyway," Ryan ranted, turning away and walking back up to the house.
Brendon didn't follow, and Ryan didn't see him again until the next morning.
+
Ryan spent the day avoiding Brendon and he sat on the pier all day, feet dangling in the water and a book in his lap. He had lathered on the sunscreen and he thought it was the hottest day of the summer. He would text Spencer between every chapter, ranting about Brendon, since he didn't have anyone else to talk to.
"I think you were right."
Ryan didn't turn around when he heard Brendon's voice. He barely even paid attention; he just turned to the next page in his book.
Brendon sat down next to him. "I shouldn't have expected that you would be okay with a fling. I guess I didn't really pay that much attention to what you wanted."
"And?"
"And I'm sorry," Brendon said.
"Okay."
Brendon sighed. "Don't be like that, Ryan. All passive-aggressive, okay? I'm apologizing because I feel bad and because I kind of acted like a jerk."
"Kind of?"
"Okay, I was. I just. I like you. And I know that come August, this is done, you know? But even knowing that, I couldn't not act on what I feel. So I did. And either way, this is going to end badly, so why can we just enjoy ourselves?" he said.
Ryan looked down. "I'm not good at the casual thing. And I'm not good at the sex thing, either."
Brendon laughed. "Did you really just say that?"
"Don't laugh at me."
"Okay. I'm sorry," Brendon said. He reached over and picked up Ryan's book, setting it aside, and he took Ryan's hand in his own. "Start over?"
"If we started over, wouldn't we be moving too fast then?"
Brendon smiled. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
Ryan blushed, and would later blame it on the sun. "Shut up."
+
"Should we really be swimming since we just ate? What if I get a cramp?" Ryan asked, slightly mocking what Linda had told them before they left, and rolled his eyes.
Brendon laughed, grabbing Ryan's hand and pulling him closer in the water. "If you get a cramp. I'll carry you out of the water. And protect you from the evil stomach pains."
Ryan smiled, allowing Brendon to pull him further away from the pier. "Really? How will you protect me from that?"
"With my almighty farm powers, obviously."
"And your John Deere tractors and bales of hay?"
"Don't joke about John Deere, Ryan. He's part of the family," Brendon said.
Ryan laughed. "That's not funny."
Brendon cracked a smile. "Unless you haven't noticed in the nearly two months you've been here, but. We don't use John Deere."
"Good. He's evil," Ryan said.
"Evil, Ryan? Really?"
"Yes! Green and yellow just do not go together," he said, shaking his head sadly.
Brendon smiled, leaning in to bite at his lower lip. "I think they do."
"Then maybe you're just crazy."
"Or maybe you're just blinded by your obvious lust for me and now you're just talking crazy," Brendon suggested.
Ryan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, that might be it..."
Brendon laughed, sliding a hand down Ryan's back, a finger tracing around his entrance in a rather bold move. "So I was thinking..."
Ryan subconsciously leaned back against it. "Hmm?"
"Ever had sex in a lake?"
Ryan flushed. "There aren't many lakes around Vegas."
"Want to?"
"That was the worst come on line ever," he told him.
Brendon smiled, slowly sliding a finger inside of him. Ryan gasped and his back arched. "Is that a no?"
"What if we drown?" Ryan asked, pushing back against Brendon's hand as he felt him add another.
"We won't."
Ryan gasped, moving to wrap his legs around Brendon's waist. "But-- But what if--"
Brendon removed his fingers from Ryan and wrapped an arm around his waist, carrying both of them back over to the pier. He grabbed Ryan's thighs, moving his legs from his waist and turned him around. "Hold on to the pier," he said quietly, moving his hands to Ryan's waist.
His fingers wrapped around the edge of the pier and he moved his hips back towards Brendon. "Bren--"
"Ssh," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and slowly sliding in him.
Ryan's back arched, a low moan escaping his lips, and he pushed back against him. "Mm, more," he muttered. "Please."
Brendon slid the rest of the way into him, his mouth falling open and he pressed a hot, open-mouth kissed to his left shoulder blade. He started to thrust slowly, not wanting the moment to end soon, as he knew it would if moved as fast as he wanted to. Ryan whimpered, thrusting his hips back to try to get Brendon to move faster. Brendon thrust in sharply, a moan escaping Ryan's lips as his head fall back onto Brendon's shoulder.
"Bren-- Please, I--" He couldn't finish his sentence and moved his hand from the pier to Brendon's, moving it to his achingly hard member. "Please," he whispered.
Wrapping his fingers tightly around Ryan, he began to stroke him off, faster and faster, to match the pace of his thrusts. Ryan moved his hand to Brendon's hip, nails digging in, obscenities slipping past his lips. Brendon's hips moved faster as he felt himself near the edge, and he knew Ryan to be, too. Ryan could barely form the sentence to tell Brendon he was close, and he came over his fist. Brendon rested his forehead against Ryan's back, thrusting one more time, before releasing deep inside of him.
Ryan was breathing heavily as Brendon pulled out of him and turned him around in his arms. Brendon leaned forward and kissed his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, and then, finally, his lips. Ryan's eyes drifted shut, his arms moving around Brendon's waist. Brendon kissed his forehead again. He didn't know what to say. Nothing of importance could fill the blissful silence between them anyway.
+
Jon's fingers tightened in the bark of the tree as he watched the display in front of them. When Linda had told him that Brendon and Ryan were at the lake, he never imagined they... He never would've guessed. His stomach tightened and he felt himself frown, angry beyond belief. He turned around and walked back towards the house. He didn't want the image of Ryan and Brendon kissing stuck in his head any longer.
+
"It's going to suck when summer is over," Ryan muttered, fingers laced with Brendon's, as they walked back towards the house.
"I've always wanted to see Vegas," Brendon told him.
Ryan looked down at the ground. "It's really pretty, especially at night. When the sun sets in the desert? It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Besides me?" Brendon asked, smiling in the most cheesy manner Ryan had ever seen.
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah. Sure."
Brendon laughed. "I was kidding. But I would really love to see it some day."
"You can. One day, you know?" Ryan said.
Brendon slipped his hand out of Ryan's and put it in his pocket. "The house is right up there," he said, nodding ahead.
"Oh."
The two of them finished the walk back to the house in silence, barely looking at each other. Ryan noticed Jon first and something twisted in his stomach. Jon stood up and met them halfway, not looking at Ryan.
"Ryan. Can you excuse Brendon and I for a minute?" Jon asked, frowning.
"Yeah, sure," Ryan said, sending Brendon a 'what the hell?' look before shrugging and walking into the house. It was after nine that evening all ready and Ryan wasn't surprised when he didn't hear anyone up. He walked up to the room he and Brendon shared and crawled into the bottom bunk, curious as to what Jon wanted to discuss with Brendon.
Brendon bit his lip as he watched Ryan walk away. "What's up, Jon?"
Jon sighed, pacing back and forth in front of Brendon for a minute or two. "Okay, what's going on between the two of you?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "What, are you spying on us?"
"Your mother told me you were at the lake, so I went to find you. And, well, I didn't think I would find that," Jon said bitterly.
Brendon sighed. "So you just watched us, got mad, then waited here to yell at me about something that isn't your business?"
"It is my business, Brendon! You're my best fucking friend. Why in the hell wouldn't you tell me?" Jon asked.
He looked down.
"I wouldn't have gotten mad, Brendon," he said, lowering his voice. "I just wanted you to tell me."
"I didn't know it was going to happen," Brendon told him honestly. "I've liked him since I met him, but I never thought anything would happen. And then...it just did. I kissed him a week or two ago. And then, we've just." He shrugged. "It just happened. I was going to tell you. I was going to call you the minute he fell asleep and tell you all about it. You just...beat me to the punch."
Jon took a deep breath, nodding. "I just felt like you were hiding it from me."
"I know. And I'm sorry," Brendon said.
"I jumped to conclusions, didn't I?"
He shrugged. "Maybe a little. But it's okay."
Jon hugged his friend quickly. "I'm sorry for ruining your post-coital bliss."
Brendon laughed. "It's okay. It will probably continue when I go upstairs."
"Oh, that's right. You two are sharing a room, right?"
Brendon waggled his eyebrows. "You know it."
Jon busted out laughing. "What, do you rape him in his sleep?"
"No, no," Brendon said, shaking his head. "I just like to sleep next to him."
Jon smiled. "You like him?"
"Yeah."
"He's leaving in, like, three weeks."
Brendon sighed. "I know."
+
Ryan had his knees pulled to his chest and he was biting his lip when Brendon walked into the room.
"What did he want?"
Brendon kicked off his shoes and changed quickly into his pajama pants. "Well." He sighed, crawling into the bottom bunk next to Ryan, laying down and pulling him towards his chest. "He thought I was hiding our relationship from him."
"Relationship?"
Brendon waved a hand. "Don't focus on the details. Anyway, I told him that I wasn't. Because it just...happened. You know? So, yeah. But we're okay now. He's not angry. We're good."
Ryan nodded. "Good. But. Relationship?"
"Yes."
"And...when were you going to tell me we were in a relationship? I mean, come on. I have many eligible bachelors waiting for me, Brendon," Ryan told him, smiling.
Brendon laughed. "Well, I'll just have to beat them up. And I could. Because I work on a farm."
Ryan laughed with him. "Is that your excuse? Really?"
"Yes."
"It's bad."
"I never said it wasn't," Brendon told him, smiling. "But, I mean. We have one, don't we? You don't do the casual thing. We...do things. It just makes sense, you know?"
Ryan nodded. "Yeah, but. What kind of a relationship is it?"
"One that works?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Okay, obvious."
Brendon smiled. "I don't know. Why do we have to label it?"
"I guess you're right," Ryan said. "Labels cause cancer."
"Really now?"
"Yes, just like racism and lying." He nodded. "It's just a fact."
Brendon smiled, pressing his lips to the side of Ryan's face. "Let's just get some sleep."
+
"Ryan, your mother called earlier. Apparently, you're going home a week early because there was something at work and she can't get you the day she planned," Linda told him, handing him a place of biscuits over breakfast a couple of days later.
Ryan nodded slowly, he wasn't sure to say, and he tore a biscuit off and put it onto his plate. "Okay. Um. Thank you?"
"I know you're looking forward to going home. Aren't you?" she asked.
"Um. Yeah. Sure."
"A week?" Brendon asked, voice louder than he intended. "A week earlier? But. That's. That's in a week, mom."
"I'm aware, honey," she said.
Brendon looked over a Ryan. "But. That's. That's a week early."
Linda nodded. "Yes, that's what I just said."
"This isn't fucking fair," Brendon muttered, tossing his fork onto his plate and standing up. "Excuse me." He couldn't bring himself to meet Ryan's eyes as he stormed out of the kitchen.
Ryan jumped in his seat when he heard the back door slam and he, himself, stood up quickly. "I'm sorry. I have to--"
Linda nodded. "I know, dear."
Ryan set his towel on the table and ran out after Brendon. "Brendon!" he yelled, running faster to catch up with Brendon, who was halfway towards the furthest part where the horses were. "Brendon!"
Brendon shook his head, walking faster and he kicked the door to the barn before stumbling in and leaning against it.
Ryan caught up with him a minute later and grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Don't," Brendon said, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face in his chest. "Just don't."
"I don't want to," Ryan said quietly.
"I like having you here," he whispered. "I know I don't say that. But I do. I like waking up and knowing you're going to be here. You make me laugh. This place doesn't seem so boring with you here."
Ryan wrapped his arms tighter around Brendon, kissing the side of his head. "I know. I know, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Brendon whispered. "Just. Just don't, please."
+
That night, Brendon crawled in next to Ryan right as he was about to fall asleep.
"Wha--"
"Ssh," Brendon whispered, finding his way under the blanket and curling up behind him. "Just let me lay here."
Ryan grabbed Brendon's hand and linked their fingers together, scooting back so the only thing separating them were their pajamas. "I don't want to go, either, Brendon," he whispered.
Brendon didn't respond. He just closed his eyes and rested his face against the back of Ryan's neck. The last thing he wanted to think about was him leaving.
+
"Ryan, where are we going?" Brendon asked. It was four in the morning. Ryan was supposed to leave the next day. And Brendon was tired. He was woken up by a smiling Ryan who dragged him out of the room and towards the barn.
"Just follow me and be quiet," Ryan said, leading him into the barn. He dropped Brendon's hand and moved the door so it was only open a couple of inches.
"Ryan--"
Ryan shook his head, reaching for Brendon again, and he pressed their lips together. "Just go with it, yeah?"
Brendon nodded, his hands cupping Ryan's face. "Okay."
Ryan smiled and moved towards the opposite side of the barn, laying down on a stack of hay and pulling Brendon with him, laughing. "Ready for a roll in the hay?"
Brendon laughed. "Yeah," he said quietly, kissing his lips and smiling. "Yeah."
+
They made their way back towards the house after sunrise, bits of hay still stuck in Ryan's hair that Brendon 'neglected' to tell him about. They made their way upstairs and fell down into the bottom bunk, legs entwined and Brendon's head resting on Ryan's chest. Ryan ran his fingers through Brendon's inky, black hair; he guessed he fell asleep somewhere after eight, and he was surprised when no one in Brendon's family disturbed them.
When Ryan looked at the clock again, it was one in the afternoon. His mother was going to be there soon. He bit his lip and shook Brendon's shoulder.
"Brendon? Baby? It's one. I gotta finish packing," he said.
Brendon shook his head, wrapping his arms around Ryan's waist. "You're not allowed."
Ryan felt himself smile. "I have to, baby."
"I know," Brendon said, quietly. He slowly sat up and pouted. "So your mother sucks."
Ryan laughed. "I know, right?" he agreed. He leaned in and kissed Brendon quickly. "I'll pack super quick, okay? Then we can lay down again."
"Promise?"
"Yes," Ryan said, smiling, kissing his forehead. He turned away from Brendon and packed up the rest of his stuff. He had done most of it the night before, so he only had to pack up a change of clothes and his latest novel. "Done."
"Good," Brendon said, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him back onto the bed.
It seemed like only ten minutes later when Linda was knocking on the door and telling Ryan that his mother was there. Ryan slowly sat up, running his hands over his face.
"Looks like I gotta go."
Brendon sighed and stood up, grabbing two of Ryan's bags and leaving the room without saying a word.
Ryan picked up his last back, swinging the strap over his shoulder, and he followed Brendon down the stairs and out to the front door. He grabbed his arm. "Don't be mad, please," he said quietly.
Brendon set his bags down by the cab, still not speaking or making eye contact.
Ryan set his bag down, not even acknowledging his mom, and he slid his hand from Brendon's bicep to his hand. "Please, Brendon. Please don't be mad. It's hard enough leaving," he told him.
"I know," Brendon said, finally meeting his eyes. "I just hate this. Hi, Mrs. Ross."
Ryan's mother smiled. "Hi, Brendon. You're looking well."
"You, too," he said. Ryan could tell he didn't mean it.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi, Ryan. Are you ready?"
"Not exactly," Ryan said quietly.
His mother frowned. "Oh. Do you have more bags?"
"Not exactly," he repeated. "I have to go."
Brendon nodded. "I know," he said, slipping his hand from Ryan's and backing up towards his mother. "I know."
Ryan looked down. "Okay. We can go now, I guess," he said quietly, turning and hugging his mom. "Hi."
She smiled. "I've missed you, kid. The house has been quiet without you."
He nodded. "I missed you, too."
"You ready to go?"
He shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be." His mother climbed into the cab and Ryan went to follow when Brendon yelled out.
"Ryan, stop."
Ryan turned away from the door and Brendon walked over to him. "What?"
"Don't go," Brendon said. "Please. I mean. You can't go, right? This is crazy. We're not done here. We-- We can't be. I mean, Buttercup will miss you," he rambled.
Ryan smiled slightly. "I'll miss Buttercup, too. But. I'll miss you more," he said quietly.
Brendon sighed. "What can I do to get you to stay?"
He shrugged. "Nothing. I can't. I have to go back."
"I know. I know. I'm stupid, but I know." Brendon shook his head, leaning in and kissing him quickly, muttering against his lips, "I'm gonna miss you so much, city boy."
Ryan nodded, kissing him again. "I'll see you again, you know. In some, like, farming magazine or something."
Brendon laughed. "Yeah, I'll be posing on a John Deere tractor."
Ryan smiled. "I don't doubt that."
Brendon grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. "You'll call me?"
"You get phone service out here?"
Brendon rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I do."
"Tell Buttercup I love her."
"I will."
Ryan bit his lip for a minute, before leaning in and kissing him again. "I suck at goodbyes."
"Me too."
He took a step back, waving to Brendon's family before blowing Brendon a kiss. He didn't say anything else as he climbed into the cab next to his mother, shutting the door behind him. He kept his eyes on Brendon as the cab drove away. He rested his forehead against the window and kept his eyes shut, trying not to let the tears fall that had been gathering since the morning.
"Ryan? Are you okay?"
Ryan bit his lip, shaking his head. "No. No, I'm not."
[x] I can't believe this barely took me a week to write. I have people I want to thank but. I think they all know how much I appreciate them. I know you all probably hate this ending and I'm so, so tempted to leave it at this because, well, I like it. But I decided last night (or early this morning) that I was going to write a sequel. So I'm going to. I don't know when it will be posted or, well, really what it will be about, but there will be one.
I hope you all enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it. This was just a brief flicker in my mind and all I knew was I had to have the 'it's a lot more sanitary than what you put in your mouth, city boy' line. It all kind of revolved around that. So. Thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think. I really like this, so. I hope you did, too.