Back Home. [Sequel to DOTH/EWH.]
Title: Back Home. [Sequel to DOTF/EWH.]
Author: causticmayhemx
Pairing: Ryan Ross//Brendon Urie.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count: 1795.
Summary: Brendon decides he wants to move back into the country. Can he get Ryan to agree?
Disclaimer: Never happened. Don't own.
A/N: I just randomly decided to add another part when this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it. It's taken forever. I'd apologize but I don't want to lie to you. It's short, I know, but at least I finally finished it. There will be more. When I have time.
Back Home.
"Do you ever get sick of the city?" Brendon asked, fingers trailing over Ryan's hair lightly.
Ryan shrugged from where he was lying against his boyfriend's side. "Sometimes. Why? Thinking of taking a vacation?"
"I don't know," he said, "maybe. Maybe..."
"What?"
Brendon shook his head. "Nah, never mind. It's nothing."
Ryan readjusted and moved to look up at him. "No, what is it?"
"It's just..." Brendon sighed. "I don't know. I miss home sometimes."
"You miss Buttercup?"
He smiled. "Yeah. I just. I miss my home. I haven't been there in over two years. I miss the country. I miss...the open fields, being able to see the stars, swimming in the lake--" he sent Ryan a wink, "--the usual, you know?"
Ryan flushed slightly at the memory. "I miss it, too."
"We should go back sometime."
"Yeah... Sometime."
+
"Lately you seem so tired, Brendon. What's going on?" Ryan asked, setting a mug of coffee in front of his boyfriend.
Brendon shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I just feel worn down," he told him.
"You work all the time, baby," he muttered. "I barely see you."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just making some really good money right now, you know?"
"It's not the most important thing."
"No, no, I know that. I just...want us to be able to live comfortably, you know? I mean, our apartment is amazing. We pay our bills and have fun. I just. At what price, you know?" he said.
Ryan looked down. "You need a vacation. I feel so horrible--I don't work half as much as you do."
"You're freelance, Ryan, I'm full time. Don't feel bad about doing what you love," Brendon told him.
"I know. You just. You need a vacation and, um. Well." He paused and opened up their designated junk drawer to the left of their oven. He pulled out a couple of computer printouts and brochures. "I was thinking we could take a vacation and...just gathered some information on a few places."
Brendon sent him a look and slid the brochures over the counter and looked at them. "England? Australia? Fiji?"
"I know they're far off but. I don't know. I just thought I'd look at our options."
"Hawaii? Ryan, you know that's not me," Brendon told him.
"I know. But they're just ideas," Ryan said, looking down. "I didn't think it'd upset you."
"It's not upsetting me, Ryan, I just. These all look expensive. A vacation doesn't have to be in a different country and cost thousands of dollars," he said.
Ryan nodded. "I know. I just want to see you smile again."
Brendon looked up at him. "I smile."
"Not like you used to, Brendon. You haven't in over a year and..." he sighed. "And sometimes I wonder if it's because of me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we found each other again. Then we got serious. Then you started working more. And now it's like... It's all different." He shrugged.
Brendon was confused. "I don't understand."
Ryan sighed. "Did I do something? Really, Brendon. You can tell me. You started working more the minute things got really...heavy, you know? Right after we moved in together. And I know. I know your job is demanding and you got a job at the firm after your internship. I know you have a lot to do. And you travel a lot, so I don't always get to see you. And when I do, it just feels so distant."
"Distant?"
"Yeah. We don't hug anymore. We don't do anything romantic. Or spontaneous. Sometimes I feel like you don't want to be close to me," he said, his voice quiet. "And I don't know if I did something wrong because we never talk." He sighed and paused. "We've grown apart, Brendon. And I hate to say it. I hate admitting it. But we have. And, I just... I just don't know if I can keep doing this if nothing changes."
Brendon sat there, frozen with shock. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"No," Ryan shook his head. "No, I'm not. I just think things need to change with us. We were happy once, Brendon. Seven years ago when we met, then when we found each other again five years ago. What happened?"
"We got serious," Brendon said quietly.
"You're not afraid of commitment. I know that much. So... Is it me?" Ryan asked.
"God no," he said quickly. "You're amazing, Ryan, you know you are. I tell you that all the time--"
He shook his head again. "No, you don't. And that's okay--you don't have to. But, you know. It's nice to hear once in a while."
Brendon sighed. "I'm just fucking this up all around, aren't I?"
"No, you're not. We both are."
"We can change things."
"Yeah?" Ryan asked, eyes shining with a slight glimmer of hope.
Brendon smiled, reaching over to take Ryan's hand in his own--his fingers were trembling. "Yeah. We can. Starting with a vacation. Time to reconnect. Visit what we love about each other. Everything that made me fall in love with you. That would help, wouldn't it?"
Ryan felt the corner of his lips tug upwards. "That would help."
"On one condition."
"Which is?" Ryan asked, laughing slightly.
"We go to the country. Some place that reminds me of home. If that's okay?"
"I know how much you love the country, Brendon, it's your home. Of course that's okay. As long as it's okay that I don't cook breakfast at all while we're there," he told him.
Brendon laughed. "Yeah, you do make breakfast a lot."
"Well, it's the most important meal of the day!"
"I agree," Brendon told him, smiling.
"I see some of that light back in your eyes," Ryan said. "That makes all of this a little better."
He laughed. "I'm just glad that I finally know what's been going on."
"Yeah," Ryan said, looking down. "I'm sorry I've been...quiet."
"No, it's okay, I understand now. And I'm gonna make it better. I promise."
+
"Brendon. I have a surprise for you," Ryan whispered, crawling on top of his boyfriend.
Brendon grumbled in his sleep, trying to roll over but Ryan's weight stopped him. "Lemme go."
Ryan smiled. "C'mon, Bren. You gotta wake up. It's a good surprise, I promise," he said, poking him in the side.
Brendon yawned, rubbing at his eyes. "It better be good."
"It is," he said, rolling off of Brendon and sitting up. "Get up and pack."
Brendon looked around. "Huh?"
Ryan laughed. "Please."
"Where are we going?"
"On vacation."
"But-- Work-- I have-- I haven't scheduled time off for a vacation yet," Brendon said, sitting up and stretching. "I'm confused. What's going on?"
"I called your boss. You have a week off and I'm taking you somewhere really special," Ryan told him.
"Where?"
Ryan handed him a picture off the nightstand.
Brendon's eyes lit up and a slow smile spread across his lips as he looked at the picture. "Ryan... Are you serious?"
He nodded. "I thought that instead of taking you somewhere that reminded you of home that...I'd take you home."
"You're the best boyfriend ever, Ryan Ross," Brendon said, leaning up and kissing him. "Give me thirty minutes."
+
"I missed the country," Brendon said quietly, taking a deep breath of the clean air and staring off at the night sky.
Ryan smiled. "It's a nice change from the busy city," he agreed. "Things are so quiet here."
"I know. I can't believe I forgot what silence sounded like," Brendon muttered.
"I thought silence didn't make a sound?"
Brendon smiled. "It does but it doesn't. It's difficult to explain. But. You know what I mean."
Ryan walked over to Brendon and slipped an arm around his waist, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. "I do know what you mean."
"Things feel right here."
Ryan didn't say anything.
"Don't you think so?"
"I think..." Ryan started slowly. "I think that things feel right whenever I'm near you."
Brendon smiled, looking down. "That's what we needed to revisit," he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well... How about revisiting the fact that nothing in my life felt right until you?" Ryan asked, slipping his other arm around Brendon's waist. "Or...that you're the most amazing person on earth?"
Brendon blushed. "You're crazy, Ryan Ross."
"For you," he said, smiling wide.
He laughed. "You're a tool."
Ryan shrugged. "Happens."
Brendon leaned over and pressed their lips together. "Thank you for bringing me here, Ryan."
"You're welcome. It's nice to see a smile like that on your face again."
"I missed the country. I think the only time I'll ever be really happy is when I'm here. With you," Brendon told him.
Ryan kissed his forehead. "What would you think about moving out here?"
Brendon stepped back. "What?"
He shrugged. "It's just a thought."
"I can't do that to you, Ryan. I can't ask you to leave the city and move back here for me. It's not fair. I could never do that to you. I can't ask you to leave it all behind," Brendon told him.
"You're not asking me. I'm offering. I mean, honestly, Brendon. I can write my column from anywhere. I don't care where I am as long as I'm there with you. And I haven't seen you this happy since I first met you. The city doesn't do it for you--it never did. This is your home," Ryan told him.
"But it isn't yours," Brendon said quietly.
Ryan shrugged. "Maybe not technically. But my home is wherever you are."
Brendon smiled. "You'd do that for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, Brendon."
"I think I'd like to move back home, you know? The country air, the animals, the nude swimming at two in the morning," he smiled and shrugged. "I don't even think I'd miss my job."
Ryan smiled. "You wouldn't miss it?"
"I'd only miss Waffle House at five in the morning, in all honesty," Brendon said.
"I can make waffles."
He laughed. "That's true. I guess there really is nothing about the city that I'd miss."
"Not even the super sweet pollution?"
"You know. I do love me some pollution. But I don't think I'd miss it," Brendon told him.
Ryan smiled.
"Are we really gonna do this? Are we really gonna move back here? Create our own home? Have a...farm and milk cows and fuck in the barn on hay?" Brendon asked.
"I think we are."
"You scared?"
Ryan shook his head. "I'm not afraid of anything if you're here."
Brendon smiled. "You're cheesy as hell."
Ryan shrugged, leaning in to kiss him quickly. "Happens."
[x] Again, I know it's short. But I'm working 60, 70 hours a week so I'm surprised I actually found the time to come to some sort of end. There's going to be more, because I already know another part that I want to write. But I can't be sure when it'll be up. Kings Island goes back to weekends the week my classes start, so I'll be going from work full time to class, but I'll find time to finish it. I want to start a new story but I'm not sure about what--probably my summer, because it's been absolutely amazing. Anyway. I'm sorry it's short. But hopefully the next part will be better and out soon. I haven't written for a while, so. I might write more this week because my boyfriend is in France, so. I'll be bored. I hope you liked it, I guess. Thanks for reading.
Author: causticmayhemx
Pairing: Ryan Ross//Brendon Urie.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count: 1795.
Summary: Brendon decides he wants to move back into the country. Can he get Ryan to agree?
Disclaimer: Never happened. Don't own.
A/N: I just randomly decided to add another part when this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it. It's taken forever. I'd apologize but I don't want to lie to you. It's short, I know, but at least I finally finished it. There will be more. When I have time.
Back Home.
"Do you ever get sick of the city?" Brendon asked, fingers trailing over Ryan's hair lightly.
Ryan shrugged from where he was lying against his boyfriend's side. "Sometimes. Why? Thinking of taking a vacation?"
"I don't know," he said, "maybe. Maybe..."
"What?"
Brendon shook his head. "Nah, never mind. It's nothing."
Ryan readjusted and moved to look up at him. "No, what is it?"
"It's just..." Brendon sighed. "I don't know. I miss home sometimes."
"You miss Buttercup?"
He smiled. "Yeah. I just. I miss my home. I haven't been there in over two years. I miss the country. I miss...the open fields, being able to see the stars, swimming in the lake--" he sent Ryan a wink, "--the usual, you know?"
Ryan flushed slightly at the memory. "I miss it, too."
"We should go back sometime."
"Yeah... Sometime."
+
"Lately you seem so tired, Brendon. What's going on?" Ryan asked, setting a mug of coffee in front of his boyfriend.
Brendon shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. I just feel worn down," he told him.
"You work all the time, baby," he muttered. "I barely see you."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just making some really good money right now, you know?"
"It's not the most important thing."
"No, no, I know that. I just...want us to be able to live comfortably, you know? I mean, our apartment is amazing. We pay our bills and have fun. I just. At what price, you know?" he said.
Ryan looked down. "You need a vacation. I feel so horrible--I don't work half as much as you do."
"You're freelance, Ryan, I'm full time. Don't feel bad about doing what you love," Brendon told him.
"I know. You just. You need a vacation and, um. Well." He paused and opened up their designated junk drawer to the left of their oven. He pulled out a couple of computer printouts and brochures. "I was thinking we could take a vacation and...just gathered some information on a few places."
Brendon sent him a look and slid the brochures over the counter and looked at them. "England? Australia? Fiji?"
"I know they're far off but. I don't know. I just thought I'd look at our options."
"Hawaii? Ryan, you know that's not me," Brendon told him.
"I know. But they're just ideas," Ryan said, looking down. "I didn't think it'd upset you."
"It's not upsetting me, Ryan, I just. These all look expensive. A vacation doesn't have to be in a different country and cost thousands of dollars," he said.
Ryan nodded. "I know. I just want to see you smile again."
Brendon looked up at him. "I smile."
"Not like you used to, Brendon. You haven't in over a year and..." he sighed. "And sometimes I wonder if it's because of me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we found each other again. Then we got serious. Then you started working more. And now it's like... It's all different." He shrugged.
Brendon was confused. "I don't understand."
Ryan sighed. "Did I do something? Really, Brendon. You can tell me. You started working more the minute things got really...heavy, you know? Right after we moved in together. And I know. I know your job is demanding and you got a job at the firm after your internship. I know you have a lot to do. And you travel a lot, so I don't always get to see you. And when I do, it just feels so distant."
"Distant?"
"Yeah. We don't hug anymore. We don't do anything romantic. Or spontaneous. Sometimes I feel like you don't want to be close to me," he said, his voice quiet. "And I don't know if I did something wrong because we never talk." He sighed and paused. "We've grown apart, Brendon. And I hate to say it. I hate admitting it. But we have. And, I just... I just don't know if I can keep doing this if nothing changes."
Brendon sat there, frozen with shock. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"No," Ryan shook his head. "No, I'm not. I just think things need to change with us. We were happy once, Brendon. Seven years ago when we met, then when we found each other again five years ago. What happened?"
"We got serious," Brendon said quietly.
"You're not afraid of commitment. I know that much. So... Is it me?" Ryan asked.
"God no," he said quickly. "You're amazing, Ryan, you know you are. I tell you that all the time--"
He shook his head again. "No, you don't. And that's okay--you don't have to. But, you know. It's nice to hear once in a while."
Brendon sighed. "I'm just fucking this up all around, aren't I?"
"No, you're not. We both are."
"We can change things."
"Yeah?" Ryan asked, eyes shining with a slight glimmer of hope.
Brendon smiled, reaching over to take Ryan's hand in his own--his fingers were trembling. "Yeah. We can. Starting with a vacation. Time to reconnect. Visit what we love about each other. Everything that made me fall in love with you. That would help, wouldn't it?"
Ryan felt the corner of his lips tug upwards. "That would help."
"On one condition."
"Which is?" Ryan asked, laughing slightly.
"We go to the country. Some place that reminds me of home. If that's okay?"
"I know how much you love the country, Brendon, it's your home. Of course that's okay. As long as it's okay that I don't cook breakfast at all while we're there," he told him.
Brendon laughed. "Yeah, you do make breakfast a lot."
"Well, it's the most important meal of the day!"
"I agree," Brendon told him, smiling.
"I see some of that light back in your eyes," Ryan said. "That makes all of this a little better."
He laughed. "I'm just glad that I finally know what's been going on."
"Yeah," Ryan said, looking down. "I'm sorry I've been...quiet."
"No, it's okay, I understand now. And I'm gonna make it better. I promise."
+
"Brendon. I have a surprise for you," Ryan whispered, crawling on top of his boyfriend.
Brendon grumbled in his sleep, trying to roll over but Ryan's weight stopped him. "Lemme go."
Ryan smiled. "C'mon, Bren. You gotta wake up. It's a good surprise, I promise," he said, poking him in the side.
Brendon yawned, rubbing at his eyes. "It better be good."
"It is," he said, rolling off of Brendon and sitting up. "Get up and pack."
Brendon looked around. "Huh?"
Ryan laughed. "Please."
"Where are we going?"
"On vacation."
"But-- Work-- I have-- I haven't scheduled time off for a vacation yet," Brendon said, sitting up and stretching. "I'm confused. What's going on?"
"I called your boss. You have a week off and I'm taking you somewhere really special," Ryan told him.
"Where?"
Ryan handed him a picture off the nightstand.
Brendon's eyes lit up and a slow smile spread across his lips as he looked at the picture. "Ryan... Are you serious?"
He nodded. "I thought that instead of taking you somewhere that reminded you of home that...I'd take you home."
"You're the best boyfriend ever, Ryan Ross," Brendon said, leaning up and kissing him. "Give me thirty minutes."
+
"I missed the country," Brendon said quietly, taking a deep breath of the clean air and staring off at the night sky.
Ryan smiled. "It's a nice change from the busy city," he agreed. "Things are so quiet here."
"I know. I can't believe I forgot what silence sounded like," Brendon muttered.
"I thought silence didn't make a sound?"
Brendon smiled. "It does but it doesn't. It's difficult to explain. But. You know what I mean."
Ryan walked over to Brendon and slipped an arm around his waist, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. "I do know what you mean."
"Things feel right here."
Ryan didn't say anything.
"Don't you think so?"
"I think..." Ryan started slowly. "I think that things feel right whenever I'm near you."
Brendon smiled, looking down. "That's what we needed to revisit," he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Well... How about revisiting the fact that nothing in my life felt right until you?" Ryan asked, slipping his other arm around Brendon's waist. "Or...that you're the most amazing person on earth?"
Brendon blushed. "You're crazy, Ryan Ross."
"For you," he said, smiling wide.
He laughed. "You're a tool."
Ryan shrugged. "Happens."
Brendon leaned over and pressed their lips together. "Thank you for bringing me here, Ryan."
"You're welcome. It's nice to see a smile like that on your face again."
"I missed the country. I think the only time I'll ever be really happy is when I'm here. With you," Brendon told him.
Ryan kissed his forehead. "What would you think about moving out here?"
Brendon stepped back. "What?"
He shrugged. "It's just a thought."
"I can't do that to you, Ryan. I can't ask you to leave the city and move back here for me. It's not fair. I could never do that to you. I can't ask you to leave it all behind," Brendon told him.
"You're not asking me. I'm offering. I mean, honestly, Brendon. I can write my column from anywhere. I don't care where I am as long as I'm there with you. And I haven't seen you this happy since I first met you. The city doesn't do it for you--it never did. This is your home," Ryan told him.
"But it isn't yours," Brendon said quietly.
Ryan shrugged. "Maybe not technically. But my home is wherever you are."
Brendon smiled. "You'd do that for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, Brendon."
"I think I'd like to move back home, you know? The country air, the animals, the nude swimming at two in the morning," he smiled and shrugged. "I don't even think I'd miss my job."
Ryan smiled. "You wouldn't miss it?"
"I'd only miss Waffle House at five in the morning, in all honesty," Brendon said.
"I can make waffles."
He laughed. "That's true. I guess there really is nothing about the city that I'd miss."
"Not even the super sweet pollution?"
"You know. I do love me some pollution. But I don't think I'd miss it," Brendon told him.
Ryan smiled.
"Are we really gonna do this? Are we really gonna move back here? Create our own home? Have a...farm and milk cows and fuck in the barn on hay?" Brendon asked.
"I think we are."
"You scared?"
Ryan shook his head. "I'm not afraid of anything if you're here."
Brendon smiled. "You're cheesy as hell."
Ryan shrugged, leaning in to kiss him quickly. "Happens."
[x] Again, I know it's short. But I'm working 60, 70 hours a week so I'm surprised I actually found the time to come to some sort of end. There's going to be more, because I already know another part that I want to write. But I can't be sure when it'll be up. Kings Island goes back to weekends the week my classes start, so I'll be going from work full time to class, but I'll find time to finish it. I want to start a new story but I'm not sure about what--probably my summer, because it's been absolutely amazing. Anyway. I'm sorry it's short. But hopefully the next part will be better and out soon. I haven't written for a while, so. I might write more this week because my boyfriend is in France, so. I'll be bored. I hope you liked it, I guess. Thanks for reading.