Twenty-Two
Title: Twenty-Two
Author: cutxnoxcorners
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Majorly Brendon and Ryan.
POV: Third Person. Mostly Brendon's.
Summary: Brendon can't really be angry that no one's called yet. Ryan's busy. Spencer and Jon...are occupied. Shane's with Reagan for Easter. But damn...he feels lonely.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Author Notes: Happy Birthday Brendon. Took me all day to figure out what I wanted to write.
Brendon had never been so unexcited for his birthday in his entire life. Twenty-two and instead of touring or partying or…or having sex, he was just sitting on the couch and flipping through channels. Ryan was out of town for the whole weekend, settling the last few things with Keltie and helping her move to her new apartment-and Brendon understood because it was the least he could do for her after everything. Spencer was visiting Jon in Chicago now that they had a little time to themselves and he was home, watching the dogs and /not/ trying to think about all the things he’d rather be doing. It wasn’t fair-no one had even called. Oh wait, his mother called…waking him up at /least/ an hour too early. But at least she’d remembered.
Ryan was probably too busy. Spencer and Jon were…occupied. Brendon vaguely wondered where Shane was, but that wasn’t usually hard to guess when he remembered that he and Reagan had recently gotten back together. Load of shit this birthday was. It wasn’t like twenty-two was a real great year or anything, but a ‘Happy Birthday’ from someone-from /anyone/--would have been appreciated. Even Ryan had forgot and Ryan didn’t forget anything, but again-he reminded himself-Ryan was busy.
He was distracted by a ringing from his bedroom-he almost didn’t want to get it, but was a bit too hopeful that one of his friend’s actually remembered he existed. People online sure did. He’d woken up to about a million comments on Myspace, the same on Twitter, and double all that on FriendsorEnemies. But as much as he loved their fans…none of them were Ryan or Jon or Spencer or Shane or Zack. Any of those would have been greatly appreciated. So he pushed himself up off the couch and wandered back into the bedroom he shared with Ryan. He hadn’t been able to sleep in it since Ryan left Thursday morning. It was too cold and he was far too lonely-so the couch had become his temporary bed with a dog curled at his feet and another against his side.
Brendon picked up the phone from the nightstand and flipped it open to reveal a new message. He wrinkled his nose. It wasn’t from any of the people he’d previously wished for…but it was someone. He even managed to smile as he read over it-B man partay in vegas!! meet me on the strip 4 ur bday -pete. And it was just like Pete not to really tell him where or when, but it was better than nothing. He texted back to find out exactly what was going on before deciding he’d at least like to shower and clean himself up before heading out in public. He had to wonder for a moment what Pete was doing in Vegas…but then again, Pete never had to have a reason for being anywhere. Brendon had gotten texts from him in Chicago one night and Mexico the next. He never questioned.
The shower was warm against his back. He tried to feel happy about going out-he really did-but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to get wasted and dance with random people only to go home feeling guilty and pass out the couch in an apartment without Ryan. He hated that he was gone. He hated that he was with her. He hated that he cared so damn much! He could have a good time and be faithful and try and enjoy himself. It wasn’t like his life revolved around the other…all the time. Brendon decided the whole day was just making him down. Ryan would call him later, wish him a Happy Birthday and tell him he loved him and everything would be fine. There’d be no more sadness and he’d have him home soon enough to celebrate. Until then, he’d just have to put on a happy face.
He towel dried, forcing a smile at himself in the mirror before laughing just a little. This could be okay. He’d make it all okay. He wasn’t used to this side of himself. He’d never felt it before he’d actually had someone to really care about. God, he felt so pathetic, but love tended to do that to you. He laughed a bit more, because he realized how absolutely ridiculous he was as he got dressed. Totally ridiculous. He slid his boxers on and his jeans and his shirt over his head and laughed some more. Now he was just going crazy-but he felt better. Tonight would be fun. He’d drink, he’d dance, and he’d pass out. Pete would watch over him, but Brendon knew he’d never cheat on Ryan. He’d be fine, just a little partying.
“You made it!” Pete said, pulling him into one of those awkward, but familiar Wentz hugs. Brendon patted him on the back, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet because he was psyched up for this. He’d been practicing all day and realized that this was really what he needed. He could get up on the bar and dance…with his shirt off. All look and no touch. It’d be great. He let the older man sling an arm around his shoulder as they headed down the street. Brendon focused on the lights and the sounds and the people and anything but the friends that had seemingly ignored his birthday. He wasn’t mad, but he couldn’t help but still be at least a little upset. He’d left his phone at home for a reason-so he couldn’t check it every five minutes and be disappointed and so he’d hopefully have a few messages waiting for him when he got back.
“Let’s get you wasted,” Pete suggested, leading him into one of the many clubs along the strip. Brendon looked at him for a moment, giving him ‘that look’ that had Pete saying, “I’ll watch you.” The younger boy smiled and then bounced in, weaving through the crowd and to the bar where he ordered a drink and spun the stool as he waited. The music was loud. The room was hot. And there were hundreds of sweaty, drunk people everywhere. Definitely a good time waiting to happen. It didn’t take him long to have one drink down and another sitting in front of him. For whatever reason, Pete was taking it a little slow-Brendon decided it was simply because he’d promised to watch over him, to keep him in line. After a few more drinks it didn’t matter because he couldn’t really keep his brain focused enough to think of why Pete had only managed to down two weak drinks. He followed him back towards the bathrooms without protest.
Pete had him against the closed door of a stall before he could do anything about it-but he wouldn’t have anyways. He groaned as the older man’s body pressed flush against his and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. He knew this wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t right that Ryan had waited so long to break it off with Keltie-so long that she accidentally found out herself. This wasn’t Brendon’s way to get back at him-because he honestly wasn’t planning to-but it was a reason not to stop yet. So far, it was pretty harmless, but he wouldn’t let Pete Wentz fuck him in the bathroom of a club. But for now it was only grinding of hips and strong fingers around his wrists to hold them above his head.
Before he knew it he was cuffed and helpless-chained to the metal separator of the bathroom stalls. He stared at Pete as he took a step back and untied the bandana that he’d been wearing around his belt loop. Brendon found himself blindfolded and whimpering quietly while Pete’s hand touched his cheek once and then disappeared. He listened as the bathroom door opened and noise flooded the room and then closed again. “Pete?” he slurred-calling loudly in fear that for whatever reason the man was going to leave him there. He relaxed at a calm, “Yeah, right here,” and didn’t think anything else of it.
Feet shuffled and Pete moved back against his body. Brendon could feel the warmth especially against his stomach where his shirt had rode up just a little. He moved against him and Brendon moved his own hips in response. His hands were more confident this time-rubbing over the naked skin of his hip and putting just a little bit of pressure. Lips came to place kisses to his neck before sucking hard on the skin and making Brendon’s knees go weak for a moment out of surprise. Not fair, this wasn’t fair. He whined again, trying to find the words to tell him to stop. This wasn’t exactly innocent anymore. Ryan could see the marks…and he probably wouldn’t be happy. He’d understand, but Brendon didn’t want to upset him. But he still couldn’t tell him to stop.
The kisses were so familiar-but they stayed away from his lips and for that the boy was glad. That would just push him too far, but he kept quiet. Brendon felt the man sliding down his body-obviously getting down to his knees and working at the buckle on his belt. He took a sharp inhale and tried to wiggle back, but was prevented by the metal divider. He had nowhere to go. He didn’t even know how he’d gotten there, tied up with a pair of handcuffs he hadn’t even noticed when he’d first greeted Pete. This was obviously all a setup…but Brendon was enjoying it. He needed a little attention on his birthday, but dammit, why did it have to be Pete?
He didn’t tell him no as his tight jeans slid down over his hips and dropped to the floor. He didn’t tell him no as his boxers quickly joined it or when a calloused hand wrapped around his straining cock. The fingers felt familiar, but then again, almost every musician’s fingers felt the same. They were rough, but pleasurable as they slid down the length of his cock, teasing with just a little bit of pressure to the underside, along the vein. Brendon whined and jerked his hips forward. Pete stifled a laugh.
“Pete…god,” he started to say. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. He didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time he did. And he’d already had this fight with himself once…but he just couldn’t stop thinking. Not until a warm mouth came around him and he went weak in the knees once more. The handcuffs tight on his wrists held him up until he managed to get his footing and stop the metal from digging into his wrists. The action caused him to cry out and make Pete falter. Once he was all settled he moved again, tongue sliding along Brendon’s cock-teasing the head and licking from base to tip while the boy moaned above him.
Brendon wanted to tug his hair, to at least punish him for doing this to him. Pete had to know that it was hard to resist a blowjob on your birthday when you were a little drunk. It wasn’t fair, but his hands were stuck. He thought about kicking him, but the continuous movement of his mouth stopped him. Not fair, not fair at all. But Brendon imagined it was Ryan, only Ryan who moved a hand up to wrap his long fingers around what he couldn’t take in his mouth. The younger boy jerked forward as his hips hit the back of Pete’s throat and the man pulled off a bit out of surprise, but didn’t stop. He tried again and this time Brendon behaved-slowly rocking his hips as he was allowed to fuck his mouth.
In his head it was just Ryan. As his mouth bobbed and took him in, causing moans and groans to spill past his lips and make him tremble under the burning touches over his stomach. It was Ryan who was on his knees and making Brendon moan like a dirty whore because it couldn’t be anyone else-Brendon wouldn’t let it be anyone else. And it was Ryan’s name he screamed when he suddenly couldn’t hold on anymore and let go. Pete pulled off and Brendon panted as he listened to the man get up. But he didn’t go away.
Pete was there again-pressed against his body and moving his hands over Brendon’s body. Brendon sighed and lightly slumped forward against him. Pete pulled back and moved to kiss him-for real this time which caused the younger boy to stiffen against him and try and move back. “N-no! Don’t!” he argued, but Pete didn’t give up. Brendon hissed as teeth suddenly knocked together and then his lower lip was caught and sucked into the other’s mouth. “Bastard, fuckin’ stop,” he yelled, angrier this time because he couldn’t do this. A blowjob was one thing-he wasn’t letting him have anything real special. If anything he was degrading Pete by coming in his mouth, but now Brendon could taste himself and he felt dirty and wrong because the only person he ever wanted to kiss was Ryan.
Pete seemed to get the hint finally and pulled back. It was then that Brendon heard the muffled groans from somewhere else in the bathroom-pants and grunts until a final moan. “Who the fuck is in here?” Brendon demanded, thrashing a little to try and get out of his cuffs. There was a laugh and it definitely wasn’t Pete’s-and it wasn’t from the other person as he was still panting elsewhere. Brendon would have been scared…if he didn’t completely recognize the sound. He didn’t say it out loud, though; only settled back against the cool metal and said calmly, “Can I see now?”
Fingers quickly moved to untie his blindfold and Brendon found not Pete standing in front of him, but Ryan. The older boy smiled and leaned in to kiss him-again. Brendon let him this time-whining quietly against him and letting his eyes close for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed as Ryan pulled away. He rest his head down against his shoulder and sighed. “Happy Birthday Brendon,” Ryan whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around him and just held him. Brendon stayed there for a moment before opening his eyes again and glancing around the room.
“Pete! Ew! Put it back in your pants!” he said. Pete laughed and got up from where he’d slumped against the wall. He tucked himself back in and zipped up before wiping his dirty hands off on his pants-having gotten most of it on the floor anyways. “He said I could watch if I helped him.”
Ryan turned his head and glared as the bassist unlocked the door and walked out of the room. He turned back to Brendon and rest their foreheads together. “You didn’t really think I’d forget, did you?” Brendon wrinkled his nose, “I didn’t think you’d forgotten…” he denied. “You so did. It’s so like you,” he said and Brendon opened his mouth to say something, but Ryan kissed him again, “And I love it.” And Brendon could just smile as he closed his eyes again and nuzzled into Ryan’s neck.
They stayed like that for a few minutes-and thankfully no one had to piss. It turned out that everyone had been in on it, just to keep the boy thinking he’d been forgotten. There would be dozens of messages on his phone when he got home from the friends that loved and cared about him. And it really wasn’t the biggest thing, but Brendon appreciated it more than he’d ever express-except maybe with more sex later. But for the moment he was content to just be with Ryan, because there was no one else he’d rather see on his birthday-twenty second or ninety ninth.
“You want to uncuff me now?” Brendon asked in a whisper. Ryan stiffened. And didn’t answer. “Pete has the keys, doesn’t he?”
Author: cutxnoxcorners
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Majorly Brendon and Ryan.
POV: Third Person. Mostly Brendon's.
Summary: Brendon can't really be angry that no one's called yet. Ryan's busy. Spencer and Jon...are occupied. Shane's with Reagan for Easter. But damn...he feels lonely.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Author Notes: Happy Birthday Brendon. Took me all day to figure out what I wanted to write.
Brendon had never been so unexcited for his birthday in his entire life. Twenty-two and instead of touring or partying or…or having sex, he was just sitting on the couch and flipping through channels. Ryan was out of town for the whole weekend, settling the last few things with Keltie and helping her move to her new apartment-and Brendon understood because it was the least he could do for her after everything. Spencer was visiting Jon in Chicago now that they had a little time to themselves and he was home, watching the dogs and /not/ trying to think about all the things he’d rather be doing. It wasn’t fair-no one had even called. Oh wait, his mother called…waking him up at /least/ an hour too early. But at least she’d remembered.
Ryan was probably too busy. Spencer and Jon were…occupied. Brendon vaguely wondered where Shane was, but that wasn’t usually hard to guess when he remembered that he and Reagan had recently gotten back together. Load of shit this birthday was. It wasn’t like twenty-two was a real great year or anything, but a ‘Happy Birthday’ from someone-from /anyone/--would have been appreciated. Even Ryan had forgot and Ryan didn’t forget anything, but again-he reminded himself-Ryan was busy.
He was distracted by a ringing from his bedroom-he almost didn’t want to get it, but was a bit too hopeful that one of his friend’s actually remembered he existed. People online sure did. He’d woken up to about a million comments on Myspace, the same on Twitter, and double all that on FriendsorEnemies. But as much as he loved their fans…none of them were Ryan or Jon or Spencer or Shane or Zack. Any of those would have been greatly appreciated. So he pushed himself up off the couch and wandered back into the bedroom he shared with Ryan. He hadn’t been able to sleep in it since Ryan left Thursday morning. It was too cold and he was far too lonely-so the couch had become his temporary bed with a dog curled at his feet and another against his side.
Brendon picked up the phone from the nightstand and flipped it open to reveal a new message. He wrinkled his nose. It wasn’t from any of the people he’d previously wished for…but it was someone. He even managed to smile as he read over it-B man partay in vegas!! meet me on the strip 4 ur bday -pete. And it was just like Pete not to really tell him where or when, but it was better than nothing. He texted back to find out exactly what was going on before deciding he’d at least like to shower and clean himself up before heading out in public. He had to wonder for a moment what Pete was doing in Vegas…but then again, Pete never had to have a reason for being anywhere. Brendon had gotten texts from him in Chicago one night and Mexico the next. He never questioned.
The shower was warm against his back. He tried to feel happy about going out-he really did-but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to get wasted and dance with random people only to go home feeling guilty and pass out the couch in an apartment without Ryan. He hated that he was gone. He hated that he was with her. He hated that he cared so damn much! He could have a good time and be faithful and try and enjoy himself. It wasn’t like his life revolved around the other…all the time. Brendon decided the whole day was just making him down. Ryan would call him later, wish him a Happy Birthday and tell him he loved him and everything would be fine. There’d be no more sadness and he’d have him home soon enough to celebrate. Until then, he’d just have to put on a happy face.
He towel dried, forcing a smile at himself in the mirror before laughing just a little. This could be okay. He’d make it all okay. He wasn’t used to this side of himself. He’d never felt it before he’d actually had someone to really care about. God, he felt so pathetic, but love tended to do that to you. He laughed a bit more, because he realized how absolutely ridiculous he was as he got dressed. Totally ridiculous. He slid his boxers on and his jeans and his shirt over his head and laughed some more. Now he was just going crazy-but he felt better. Tonight would be fun. He’d drink, he’d dance, and he’d pass out. Pete would watch over him, but Brendon knew he’d never cheat on Ryan. He’d be fine, just a little partying.
“You made it!” Pete said, pulling him into one of those awkward, but familiar Wentz hugs. Brendon patted him on the back, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet because he was psyched up for this. He’d been practicing all day and realized that this was really what he needed. He could get up on the bar and dance…with his shirt off. All look and no touch. It’d be great. He let the older man sling an arm around his shoulder as they headed down the street. Brendon focused on the lights and the sounds and the people and anything but the friends that had seemingly ignored his birthday. He wasn’t mad, but he couldn’t help but still be at least a little upset. He’d left his phone at home for a reason-so he couldn’t check it every five minutes and be disappointed and so he’d hopefully have a few messages waiting for him when he got back.
“Let’s get you wasted,” Pete suggested, leading him into one of the many clubs along the strip. Brendon looked at him for a moment, giving him ‘that look’ that had Pete saying, “I’ll watch you.” The younger boy smiled and then bounced in, weaving through the crowd and to the bar where he ordered a drink and spun the stool as he waited. The music was loud. The room was hot. And there were hundreds of sweaty, drunk people everywhere. Definitely a good time waiting to happen. It didn’t take him long to have one drink down and another sitting in front of him. For whatever reason, Pete was taking it a little slow-Brendon decided it was simply because he’d promised to watch over him, to keep him in line. After a few more drinks it didn’t matter because he couldn’t really keep his brain focused enough to think of why Pete had only managed to down two weak drinks. He followed him back towards the bathrooms without protest.
Pete had him against the closed door of a stall before he could do anything about it-but he wouldn’t have anyways. He groaned as the older man’s body pressed flush against his and a faint blush rose to his cheeks. He knew this wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t right that Ryan had waited so long to break it off with Keltie-so long that she accidentally found out herself. This wasn’t Brendon’s way to get back at him-because he honestly wasn’t planning to-but it was a reason not to stop yet. So far, it was pretty harmless, but he wouldn’t let Pete Wentz fuck him in the bathroom of a club. But for now it was only grinding of hips and strong fingers around his wrists to hold them above his head.
Before he knew it he was cuffed and helpless-chained to the metal separator of the bathroom stalls. He stared at Pete as he took a step back and untied the bandana that he’d been wearing around his belt loop. Brendon found himself blindfolded and whimpering quietly while Pete’s hand touched his cheek once and then disappeared. He listened as the bathroom door opened and noise flooded the room and then closed again. “Pete?” he slurred-calling loudly in fear that for whatever reason the man was going to leave him there. He relaxed at a calm, “Yeah, right here,” and didn’t think anything else of it.
Feet shuffled and Pete moved back against his body. Brendon could feel the warmth especially against his stomach where his shirt had rode up just a little. He moved against him and Brendon moved his own hips in response. His hands were more confident this time-rubbing over the naked skin of his hip and putting just a little bit of pressure. Lips came to place kisses to his neck before sucking hard on the skin and making Brendon’s knees go weak for a moment out of surprise. Not fair, this wasn’t fair. He whined again, trying to find the words to tell him to stop. This wasn’t exactly innocent anymore. Ryan could see the marks…and he probably wouldn’t be happy. He’d understand, but Brendon didn’t want to upset him. But he still couldn’t tell him to stop.
The kisses were so familiar-but they stayed away from his lips and for that the boy was glad. That would just push him too far, but he kept quiet. Brendon felt the man sliding down his body-obviously getting down to his knees and working at the buckle on his belt. He took a sharp inhale and tried to wiggle back, but was prevented by the metal divider. He had nowhere to go. He didn’t even know how he’d gotten there, tied up with a pair of handcuffs he hadn’t even noticed when he’d first greeted Pete. This was obviously all a setup…but Brendon was enjoying it. He needed a little attention on his birthday, but dammit, why did it have to be Pete?
He didn’t tell him no as his tight jeans slid down over his hips and dropped to the floor. He didn’t tell him no as his boxers quickly joined it or when a calloused hand wrapped around his straining cock. The fingers felt familiar, but then again, almost every musician’s fingers felt the same. They were rough, but pleasurable as they slid down the length of his cock, teasing with just a little bit of pressure to the underside, along the vein. Brendon whined and jerked his hips forward. Pete stifled a laugh.
“Pete…god,” he started to say. He didn’t know what he wanted to say. He didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time he did. And he’d already had this fight with himself once…but he just couldn’t stop thinking. Not until a warm mouth came around him and he went weak in the knees once more. The handcuffs tight on his wrists held him up until he managed to get his footing and stop the metal from digging into his wrists. The action caused him to cry out and make Pete falter. Once he was all settled he moved again, tongue sliding along Brendon’s cock-teasing the head and licking from base to tip while the boy moaned above him.
Brendon wanted to tug his hair, to at least punish him for doing this to him. Pete had to know that it was hard to resist a blowjob on your birthday when you were a little drunk. It wasn’t fair, but his hands were stuck. He thought about kicking him, but the continuous movement of his mouth stopped him. Not fair, not fair at all. But Brendon imagined it was Ryan, only Ryan who moved a hand up to wrap his long fingers around what he couldn’t take in his mouth. The younger boy jerked forward as his hips hit the back of Pete’s throat and the man pulled off a bit out of surprise, but didn’t stop. He tried again and this time Brendon behaved-slowly rocking his hips as he was allowed to fuck his mouth.
In his head it was just Ryan. As his mouth bobbed and took him in, causing moans and groans to spill past his lips and make him tremble under the burning touches over his stomach. It was Ryan who was on his knees and making Brendon moan like a dirty whore because it couldn’t be anyone else-Brendon wouldn’t let it be anyone else. And it was Ryan’s name he screamed when he suddenly couldn’t hold on anymore and let go. Pete pulled off and Brendon panted as he listened to the man get up. But he didn’t go away.
Pete was there again-pressed against his body and moving his hands over Brendon’s body. Brendon sighed and lightly slumped forward against him. Pete pulled back and moved to kiss him-for real this time which caused the younger boy to stiffen against him and try and move back. “N-no! Don’t!” he argued, but Pete didn’t give up. Brendon hissed as teeth suddenly knocked together and then his lower lip was caught and sucked into the other’s mouth. “Bastard, fuckin’ stop,” he yelled, angrier this time because he couldn’t do this. A blowjob was one thing-he wasn’t letting him have anything real special. If anything he was degrading Pete by coming in his mouth, but now Brendon could taste himself and he felt dirty and wrong because the only person he ever wanted to kiss was Ryan.
Pete seemed to get the hint finally and pulled back. It was then that Brendon heard the muffled groans from somewhere else in the bathroom-pants and grunts until a final moan. “Who the fuck is in here?” Brendon demanded, thrashing a little to try and get out of his cuffs. There was a laugh and it definitely wasn’t Pete’s-and it wasn’t from the other person as he was still panting elsewhere. Brendon would have been scared…if he didn’t completely recognize the sound. He didn’t say it out loud, though; only settled back against the cool metal and said calmly, “Can I see now?”
Fingers quickly moved to untie his blindfold and Brendon found not Pete standing in front of him, but Ryan. The older boy smiled and leaned in to kiss him-again. Brendon let him this time-whining quietly against him and letting his eyes close for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed as Ryan pulled away. He rest his head down against his shoulder and sighed. “Happy Birthday Brendon,” Ryan whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around him and just held him. Brendon stayed there for a moment before opening his eyes again and glancing around the room.
“Pete! Ew! Put it back in your pants!” he said. Pete laughed and got up from where he’d slumped against the wall. He tucked himself back in and zipped up before wiping his dirty hands off on his pants-having gotten most of it on the floor anyways. “He said I could watch if I helped him.”
Ryan turned his head and glared as the bassist unlocked the door and walked out of the room. He turned back to Brendon and rest their foreheads together. “You didn’t really think I’d forget, did you?” Brendon wrinkled his nose, “I didn’t think you’d forgotten…” he denied. “You so did. It’s so like you,” he said and Brendon opened his mouth to say something, but Ryan kissed him again, “And I love it.” And Brendon could just smile as he closed his eyes again and nuzzled into Ryan’s neck.
They stayed like that for a few minutes-and thankfully no one had to piss. It turned out that everyone had been in on it, just to keep the boy thinking he’d been forgotten. There would be dozens of messages on his phone when he got home from the friends that loved and cared about him. And it really wasn’t the biggest thing, but Brendon appreciated it more than he’d ever express-except maybe with more sex later. But for the moment he was content to just be with Ryan, because there was no one else he’d rather see on his birthday-twenty second or ninety ninth.
“You want to uncuff me now?” Brendon asked in a whisper. Ryan stiffened. And didn’t answer. “Pete has the keys, doesn’t he?”