Leave it on the Cookies [s/a]
Title: Leave it on the Cookies [s/a]
Author: david_aq
Rating: PG-13 (sexual themes)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Beta: lumberxjill
Summary: Brendon and Ryan have to pass through the very embarrassing experience of buying their own condoms
Disclaimer: I don't own Ry nor Bren neither the supermarket woman on this fic. I wish! I would do nasty nasty thing (Brendon quote) with them. (Not the girl! :S!!)
Author Notes:This is a very short standalone that I wrote one night when I couldn't sleep. Guess what I was thinking... ¿?
Leave it on the Cookies
"What are you doing Brendon? Stop acting like a kid!"
"I'm not a kid!" said a slightly hyper Brendon. He was bouncing up and down the supermarket corridor, trying to choose only one box of cookies. Ryan will only let him buy one from the huge amount of choices, according to him. "I just can't decide"
"Well. . . then, don't." Ryan was kind of desperate. He had been waiting there for the past twenty minutes, trying to be patient with Brendon, but he just couldn't stand it anymore. "Let’s just do what we came here to do in the first place! "
"But…" Brendon looked at him with his puppy eyes. He only wanted his cookies; he barely ever got to eat the kind of food he liked and for once he was actually allowed to go shopping at the supermarket, he wanted to buy whatever he liked.
"Okay! Two minutes." Ryan sighed, closed his eyes to concentrate, and tried to convince himself that it wasn't worth having a fight with Brendon for something so stupid.
Five minutes later, Brendon chose Ryan's favorites cookies and walked past him, heading to the next corridor. Ryan looked at him, suddenly feeling strangely warm inside and congratulated himself for not yelling at Brendon.
They stopped at the same time in front of the casher, both feeling very embarrassed for what they had to ask.
Brendon put his box of cookies on the table and looked directly at his shoes, but Ryan could still see his ears getting redder by the second.
"Anything else?" asked the casher, glancing to see the box's price.
"Actually, yes… umm," Ryan could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "Can I have a box of… condoms?"
"Of course, kid." The young woman chuckled a bit and turned her back to them to look for the box. "Which size?"
Ryan and Brendon looked at each other, horrified. The woman turned to look at them again.
"You don't know?" she asked, a small smile forming on her lips. "Who are they for?"
"Humm, we don't know… yet," answered Ryan without really thinking of what he was saying until he felt Brendon stare at the right part of his face and he saw the girl's surprised expression. "I mean… yeah," he looked to his converse covered feet.
"Let's get you. . . both a standard size, alright?" She took the little box and put it next to the innocent cookies.
"Wait, standard?" Brendon suddenly said, looking at her with a thoughtful expression. Ryan gasped and look at him, horrified, again. "It's not about me, I mean. . . I guess I could get a standard but. . . what about you, Ryan?"
Ryan looked at him, totally unable to talk. His face felt so hot that he wouldn't be surprised if it exploded at any moment. He looked up again and saw Brendon's lips move but it was really hard for him to understand what he was saying, or maybe Ryan really didn't want to hear what he was actually saying.
". . .I mean, I've obviously see him and he's way bigger than me, so. I don't know, whatdaya think, Ry?"
But Ryan wasn't really paying attention to him, he was actually wondering when the fuck had Brendon lost his previous embarrassment and become that much of a big mouth.
He tried to catch Brendon's eye but, in doing so, he saw the stupid open can of Red Bull in Brendon's hands and that explained everything.
Stupid Red Bull with its stupid caffeine.
"So, you're getting a large size too?" the poor girl asked Brendon, starting to get a bit embarrassed too.
"Sure!" he said happily. "How much is it all?"
They paid silently and headed to the shop's door, all the time without really looking at each other. Once they were out and getting into the car, Ryan finally looked at him with a questioning look, finally cooled down.
"What. The. Fuck. Was that!?" he half yelled. "Seriously…I can't believe it!"
"What? Come on, what would have happened if the condom wasn't big enough for you?" he looked at Ryan with his big happy smile. "No fun!"
"But you really didn't need to say that!" Ryan started the car and got out of the parking lot, heading to his house.
"What did I say?"
"C'mon Brendon." He left out a nervously chuckle "Y-You…You practically told her that I was big!"
"What's the deal? You are. . . "
"Ok, let's forget this." He ran his hand desperately over his hair while waiting for the traffic light to become green again.
"So, we're not gonna do it?"
"What?" Ryan looked at him; he had opened his cookies and had directed a hand full of them to his mouth. "Of course we are. I mean, I still want to, despite all the embarrassment you just put me through," He moved his head to rest it on the wheel. "This must be love.”
Brendon laughed, ate the last cookie left on his hand and kissed Ryan's cheek.
"It's already green, dumbass."
FIN!
NA: Did you like it?! :D I'm gonna publish it now on slashatthedisco ;) Special thanks for my beta rainxdrops12 for doing her job so fast ;) and to sitxbackxrelax just because she's awesome.
Oh! I wanted to mention, that Dallon Weekes tweet one of my friends back when she showed him her cover of love at first sight. Watch it!! :D (and comment it! :D) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zbcozKnNAA
EDITED: When i tried to upload it on satd, it got rejected, so I had to change my beta, sorry rainxdrops12 and thanks lumberxjill
Author: david_aq
Rating: PG-13 (sexual themes)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Beta: lumberxjill
Summary: Brendon and Ryan have to pass through the very embarrassing experience of buying their own condoms
Disclaimer: I don't own Ry nor Bren neither the supermarket woman on this fic. I wish! I would do nasty nasty thing (Brendon quote) with them. (Not the girl! :S!!)
Author Notes:This is a very short standalone that I wrote one night when I couldn't sleep. Guess what I was thinking... ¿?
Leave it on the Cookies
"What are you doing Brendon? Stop acting like a kid!"
"I'm not a kid!" said a slightly hyper Brendon. He was bouncing up and down the supermarket corridor, trying to choose only one box of cookies. Ryan will only let him buy one from the huge amount of choices, according to him. "I just can't decide"
"Well. . . then, don't." Ryan was kind of desperate. He had been waiting there for the past twenty minutes, trying to be patient with Brendon, but he just couldn't stand it anymore. "Let’s just do what we came here to do in the first place! "
"But…" Brendon looked at him with his puppy eyes. He only wanted his cookies; he barely ever got to eat the kind of food he liked and for once he was actually allowed to go shopping at the supermarket, he wanted to buy whatever he liked.
"Okay! Two minutes." Ryan sighed, closed his eyes to concentrate, and tried to convince himself that it wasn't worth having a fight with Brendon for something so stupid.
Five minutes later, Brendon chose Ryan's favorites cookies and walked past him, heading to the next corridor. Ryan looked at him, suddenly feeling strangely warm inside and congratulated himself for not yelling at Brendon.
They stopped at the same time in front of the casher, both feeling very embarrassed for what they had to ask.
Brendon put his box of cookies on the table and looked directly at his shoes, but Ryan could still see his ears getting redder by the second.
"Anything else?" asked the casher, glancing to see the box's price.
"Actually, yes… umm," Ryan could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. "Can I have a box of… condoms?"
"Of course, kid." The young woman chuckled a bit and turned her back to them to look for the box. "Which size?"
Ryan and Brendon looked at each other, horrified. The woman turned to look at them again.
"You don't know?" she asked, a small smile forming on her lips. "Who are they for?"
"Humm, we don't know… yet," answered Ryan without really thinking of what he was saying until he felt Brendon stare at the right part of his face and he saw the girl's surprised expression. "I mean… yeah," he looked to his converse covered feet.
"Let's get you. . . both a standard size, alright?" She took the little box and put it next to the innocent cookies.
"Wait, standard?" Brendon suddenly said, looking at her with a thoughtful expression. Ryan gasped and look at him, horrified, again. "It's not about me, I mean. . . I guess I could get a standard but. . . what about you, Ryan?"
Ryan looked at him, totally unable to talk. His face felt so hot that he wouldn't be surprised if it exploded at any moment. He looked up again and saw Brendon's lips move but it was really hard for him to understand what he was saying, or maybe Ryan really didn't want to hear what he was actually saying.
". . .I mean, I've obviously see him and he's way bigger than me, so. I don't know, whatdaya think, Ry?"
But Ryan wasn't really paying attention to him, he was actually wondering when the fuck had Brendon lost his previous embarrassment and become that much of a big mouth.
He tried to catch Brendon's eye but, in doing so, he saw the stupid open can of Red Bull in Brendon's hands and that explained everything.
Stupid Red Bull with its stupid caffeine.
"So, you're getting a large size too?" the poor girl asked Brendon, starting to get a bit embarrassed too.
"Sure!" he said happily. "How much is it all?"
They paid silently and headed to the shop's door, all the time without really looking at each other. Once they were out and getting into the car, Ryan finally looked at him with a questioning look, finally cooled down.
"What. The. Fuck. Was that!?" he half yelled. "Seriously…I can't believe it!"
"What? Come on, what would have happened if the condom wasn't big enough for you?" he looked at Ryan with his big happy smile. "No fun!"
"But you really didn't need to say that!" Ryan started the car and got out of the parking lot, heading to his house.
"What did I say?"
"C'mon Brendon." He left out a nervously chuckle "Y-You…You practically told her that I was big!"
"What's the deal? You are. . . "
"Ok, let's forget this." He ran his hand desperately over his hair while waiting for the traffic light to become green again.
"So, we're not gonna do it?"
"What?" Ryan looked at him; he had opened his cookies and had directed a hand full of them to his mouth. "Of course we are. I mean, I still want to, despite all the embarrassment you just put me through," He moved his head to rest it on the wheel. "This must be love.”
Brendon laughed, ate the last cookie left on his hand and kissed Ryan's cheek.
"It's already green, dumbass."
FIN!
NA: Did you like it?! :D I'm gonna publish it now on slashatthedisco ;) Special thanks for my beta rainxdrops12 for doing her job so fast ;) and to sitxbackxrelax just because she's awesome.
Oh! I wanted to mention, that Dallon Weekes tweet one of my friends back when she showed him her cover of love at first sight. Watch it!! :D (and comment it! :D) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zbcozKnNAA
EDITED: When i tried to upload it on satd, it got rejected, so I had to change my beta, sorry rainxdrops12 and thanks lumberxjill