Sweetness [Part Two]
Title: Sweetness
Author: gothicxpianist
Pairing(s): Ryan/Brendon, Frank/Gerard, implied Spencer/Jon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spencer owns a bakery where the bakers are almost as tooth-achingly sweet as the cakes they make.
POV: Third Person
Beta: the_black_disc0
Disclaimer: All Fake. Title belongs to Jimmy Eat World.
A/N: So, I think this part may be a bit shorter, but yeah. I don't know how THAT happened...*shifts eyes and doesn't think about the millions of other fics she's working on*
Prologue - Part One
Ryan sighs as Frank finally approaches him. He knew Frank heard his conversation with Brendon. It was just a matter of time.
“Ryan Ross.” Frank says sternly. “I can’t believe you would crush a poor little baby.”
Ryan rolls his eyes. “He’s far from a baby, Frank.”
Frank promptly rolls his eyes back twice as hard, almost pulling a muscle. “He’s like a baby. You should be the one taking care of him.”
“Why me? He’s not my responsibility.”
“Well,” Frank says, putting his hands on his hips. “He should be. Just go to the stupid party with him Ross. You are already going to be there because Spencer makes you go every year, but just the fact to say you’re there with him makes all the difference. It’s only one night. If you really don’t like him that way, which I beg to differ, than tell him after the stupid little party thing.”
Frank leaves a very guilty Ryan standing there, flour in his brown hair.
---
Brendon comes in, as usual, on his break and stands on his tiptoes trying to hang some fake snow on the wall.
Ryan comes over and stares at Brendon’s back for about five minutes.
“Yes?” Comes Brendon’s voice.
“Um…hi?” Ryan offers. Brendon shakes his head and scoots over a few inches to pin up some more decoration.
“Can I help you?”
Ryan stands there, twiddling with his fingers. “Well…you know how you invited me to the party? Um, I changed my mind…” Ryan says, wincing.
Brendon perks up, but still doesn’t turn around. “Really?”
Ryan nods, and then remembers Brendon can’t see him. “Yeah.”
Brendon turns around and tackle-hugs Ryan. “You totally won’t regret this. You will have to best night ever. I know where you live so I’ll pick you up at seven! And yes, the bet is totally off.”
As he skips off to tell Frank, Ryan doesn’t even ask how Brendon knows where he lives.
---
“Alright, we have a huge order!” Spencer says, calling everyone’s attention. “We have seventy-five individual cakes, each with “merry Christmas” on the top, by Friday! So, no breaks for the next two days!”
Ryan nods and begins working, while Frank stands there with his jaw dropped.
“What!? No breaks?” Frank shrieks. Ryan sighs and hands him a big bowl.
“Shut up and get to work.”
Frank is so upset. He only gets to visit Gerard on his breaks. The only way now he can see him is if they hang out after work or something. Are they even to that ‘stage’ yet? Frank doesn’t know what to do.
---
Gerard opens the door, a gust of cold wind blowing through. He hangs up his coat and scarf and goes up and leans on the counter.
“Hey, Jon. Where’s Frank?” Gerard asks, even though he knows perfectly well where Frank is, he just thinks it polite to ask.
Jon gives a sad smile. “Sorry dude, he gets no visitors today. He has a huge order him and Ross have to fill by Friday.”
Gerard just shrugs. “It’s cool. I’ll just come by tomorrow.”
Jon waves Gerard off after giving him a brownie for his walk back to target.
---
“Spencer?” A voice hisses on the other end of the phone line. Spencer groans. It is 3 in the morning. Who the hell would call that early?
“Brendon? What the hell?” Spencer mutters.
Brendon smiles on the other side. “So…hi, Spence, hi!”
Spencer palms his eye and sits up. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know what to get Ryan for Christmas. Help me?” Brendon pleads.
Spencer exhales slowly, trying to keep his anger to a minimum level. “Well, I’ll give you a hint, figure out the rest.”
Brendon waits impatiently.
“Ryan likes accessories and shit, so like, I don't know, get him jewelry or something. How about his neck?”
It is silent for a moment before Brendon coughs. “Um Spencer…I don’t think we’re to that stage yet…”
Spencer groans. “No, idiot, don’t suck his neck. Just…fuck I only have like 3 more hours of sleep. Brendon, go to bed.”
Then Spencer hangs up, leaving a very confused Brendon. Back to square one.
---
“Spencer, please?” Frank whines, following Spencer around the kitchen.
“No, I said no. Now get back to work.” Spencer says sternly, walking over to Ryan and handing him some more eggs.
Ryan nods in thanks and begins cracking the eggs into a bowl.
“But Spencer! I need my break.” Frank insists on having his breaks. Spencer doesn’t see why. Well, yeah, Gerard. But Frank can wait until after work, can’t he? They are to that stage yet, right?
“No, you don’t. Leave me alone.” Spencer closes the kitchen door and leaves Frank standing there, defeated.
“Damn it!” He hisses, kicking the corner of the oven. Ow…
---
Brendon walks into the mall and looks around. He is off of work today, because he is going Christmas Shopping. Yes, they do deserve capital letters. This is a very serious time and it takes all day to do.
Brendon looks at his to-do list.
Christmas Gifts
- Spencer - a gift card to the mall
- Jon - A new pair of flip flops
- Frank - A CD of that new band he likes
- Dad - Socks
- Mom - Girly socks
- Sister - a gift card to Victoria secret
- Ryan -
What the hell is he going to get Ryan? It has to be something special, since he is going to propose his love for him that night. Brendon walks around and decides to go into Spencer’s Gifts.
He walks up the isles and spots some weird ass shit in there. Should he get a pair of fake boobs? No. What about a license plate that says, “I banged your mom last night…and your dad.”? No, Ryan will be insulted by that.
Brendon continues rummaging through the shelves when finally a worker comes up to him. “Can I help you with anything?” He asks. He has a purple hoodie on and skinny jeans. His nametag says Gabe.
“Um, well I am going to propose my gay love for this one guy at this bakery at a Christmas party. What should I get him?” Brendon blurts. This is Spencer’s Gifts, for Christ’s’ sake. Who is going to judge him here?
“I know the perfect thing.” Gabe says after a moment. He leads Brendon to a rack of necklaces and motions for Brendon to take a look.
Then it hits him.
Neck.
“That’s it!” Brendon squeals. He turns to Gabe. “Thank you!”
Gabe waves him off and goes to help another customer who is looking at Chuckie dolls.
Brendon searches for a necklace and pulls one off the rack. Perfect, he thinks as he takes it up to the counter to make his purchase.
---
Frank hangs up his apron after work and heads out the back door to his car. His head is down as he shuffles for his keys in his coat pocket. He doesn’t notice the one person leaning up against his car. When Frank looks up he drops his keys from the shock.
“Oh, Gerard,” Frank says, picking up his keys. “You scared me.”
Gerard flashes a smile. “Sorry.”
Frank walks closer and stands in front of Gerard. “So, what are you doing at my car, Mr. Way?”
Gerard smiles and takes Frank’s keys, opening the door. “We are going to go somewhere. Since you don’t have breaks anymore for a couple days, we need to hang out after work.” Frank hops in the car and Gerard closes the door and rushes to the driver’s side, starting the car.
“You better not crash my car, Gerard.” Frank warns.
Gerard just laughs.
---
When Monday morning rolls around, the seventy-five cakes were delivered and out of everyone’s hair. They are back to a normal schedule with normal breaks and normal orders. Everything normal.
Except for Ryan getting sick.
Ryan is one of the top bakers so when he gets sick, everything slows down. Frank is working so hard and it is so sad to watch him try to make three cakes at the same time but Spencer appreciates the effort.
Ryan is terribly sick. He has a stuffy nose, a cough, he is freezing cold with a fever, and he is sore all over. He has the whole she-bang.
Brendon, being the little love-sick puppy he is, takes it upon himself to care for Ryan. Everyone shrugs when Brendon announces he is taking off work the next two days to ‘make our little Rybear better’.
---
He has a bunch of goodies for Ryan. He has some warm chicken soup from Panera Bread Co., two boxes of tissues (the softest kind for Ryan’s poor sick nose), bundles of cold medicine, his favorite warm blanket that he got from sea world with whales all over it, and himself (which he is going to ignite for many cuddles over the next two days).
Once he arrives at Ryan’s house, he doesn’t bother to knock on the door because Ryan doesn’t lock his doors when he’s home. He just walks inside and finds Ryan in his room, under pounds of covers.
“Honey, I’m home!” Brendon exclaims, dropping all of his goodies on the floor, except for the soup which he gently sets on the dresser.
Ryan’s head pokes out of the top of the blankets and he sniffs, and then coughs.
“What are you doing here?” Ryan says stuffily, his voice coming out scratchy.
Brendon smiles and holds up one by one each thing he brought and announces what it is. When he is all done, Ryan is ducking back under the covers, blushing.
“You didn’t have to do that…” He says, voice muffled.
Brendon smiles; feeling accomplished and tugs the covers down so he can climb in.
Once settled inside Ryan’s mountain of blankets, he slips an arm around Ryan’s waist and pulls him close. Ryan’s head rests on Brendon’s chest and their legs entangled.
“You’re going to get sick.” Ryan mumbles, pressing his nose to Brendon’s warm neck.
Brendon shakes his head, resting his chin on top of Ryan’s hair. “I took some medicine.”
Ryan smiles. “That’s just a myth, it doesn’t really work.”
Brendon shrugs and snuggles closer to Ryan. “Who cares? I’d rather get sick and get to do this for two days then stay as home worrying about you.”
Ryan blushes and mumbles something before falling asleep.
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