Two Weeks In Hawaii [9/14 + Epilogue]
Title: Two Weeks In Hawaii [9/14 + Epilogue]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will, Nate/Alex
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title belongs to the band Hellogoodbye.
Summary: "We'll have a massive shower orgy some other time," Bill said, stepping out o their way and leaving the room; shutting the door behind him. Ryan quickly went into the bathroom and dropped the towel, wasting no time stripping and immersing himself in the warm spray; letting out a long, happy sigh.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: UPDATE :D YAYYY.
Just so you know, this chapter has a bit of porn up in it. Well, I think it's porn-like. Bottom line, definitely NC-17 :D
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three ♥ Day Four ♥ Day five ♥ Day Six ♥ Day Seven ♥ Day Eight
Day Nine
“Please?”
“No.”
“I promise it will be fun!” Brendon half whined, straddling himself over Ryan.
“No,” Ryan repeated for the umpteenth time, face buried in the pillow. Brendon sighed with frustration and got off the bed, sulking from the bedroom and leaving Ryan peacefully alone to get more sleep. He wasn’t necessarily tired, he just loved being able to enter a world without restrictions and limitations that weigh him down when awake. Brendon had been bothering him for roughly fifteen minutes now, trying to get Ryan to accompany him to work.
Ryan liked the idea of sleep better.
Barely five minutes later though, right as Ryan began to slip away to his dreams, he was completely awoken by a sharp blow to his back by hard bone, hissing into the pillow. The bed bounced for a few seconds while Ryan groaned and rolled onto his side, pain shooting through him. “Get your ass up and dressed,” Spencer said, lying beside his friend after having jumped on him. “We have a long and busy day ahead of us.”
“Fuck you.” Ryan frowned, eyes still shut. “I told Brendon ‘no’, I’ll tell you the same thing.”
“You know me better than that.” Spencer rolled his eyes and sat up. “Just because Brendon pussied out and gave up doesn’t mean your bitchy attitude is making me go away that easily.”
“Hey!” came a voice from the door, Ryan assuming it was Brendon. “If he doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t-“
“Shut up, Urie.” Spencer cut him off. “You have five seconds to get up, Ryan.”
“’m not goin’,” Ryan said, moving onto his back with his hands beneath him. His skin was tender and warm where he had been assaulted; no doubt red too.
“You don’t have a choice.” Spencer smacked Ryan’s leg a few times. “We have a bet, remember? You had a good time with Brendon, you do all the fun things that I drag you into doing. And your boyfriend promised to show us around.”
“I didn’t have a good time at that party.” Ryan opened his eyes and freed one hand to swat at his best friend. “So there is no deal. Now go away,” he muttered, letting his eyes fall shut again. Something in his brain wasn’t really awake yet because for some reason, he actually thought Spencer would listen and disappear.
But that’s never the case. Spencer doesn’t give up until he gets his way or gets pissed off enough. Since he was used to Ryan’s irritable attitude, he wasn’t stopping until he had his way. And Ryan knew better than to actually believe he would; to let his guard down. When your friend is practically blood related, they don’t stop at anything.
“Spencer; come on, just leave him alone,” Brendon said. “It doesn’t matter if he comes or not. It’s his vacation; he can do whatever makes him happy.” Ryan should have been thankful to Brendon’s words, but they kind of annoyed him. Deep down, he liked that Spencer never gave up. He liked feeling like he was being fought for and challenged.
Brendon was giving up too easily.
“Are you getting up on your own or am I assisting you?” Spencer ignored the Hawaiian. Ryan merely whined softly in the back of his throat. “My way it is then.” Ryan really didn’t have time to register what happened next. Spencer climbed over him and pulled the blanket from him, grabbing Ryan’s free wrist and yanking him up in one swift motion. Before Ryan could even open his eyes, he was over Spencer’s shoulder, being carried to the bathroom.
“Spencer Smith, put me down!” Ryan demanded, hitting his friend with the arm that wasn’t pinned between their bodies. It wasn’t the first time he’s been carried, and Spencer was smart enough to make sure Ryan couldn’t bite him.
“You had your chance.” Spencer replied with a light tone of amusement. “No it’s my way.”
“Brendon! Help me!” Ryan practically whined, still struggling to get free. But before he could even hear any kind of reply, he heard running water then was put down into an incredibly cold downpour from the shower head. It shocked his entire body and his pajama pants got quickly soaked, and Ryan was pretty much frozen in his spot; shaking and hugging himself rather than turning the water off.
“There; he’s up now.” Spencer smiled, leaving the bathroom as Brendon slid past him and to the shower to turn the water off for Ryan, grabbing a towel from the cupboard to hand to him; Spencer’s laughing shrinking away as he went downstairs.
“I’m so sorry.” Brendon’s eyes were apologetic as Ryan hugged the towel around him, dripping wet. “I only told him that you weren’t coming and he got up all pissy looking and came up here and I didn’t think he would literally pull you from bed and…this…” he rambled, offering another towel to Ryan. “Are you okay?” he asked shyly.
“I hate you.” Ryan glared, still somewhat shaking. “You’re not allowed to talk to me for the rest of the day.” A threat like that would make Spencer laugh and purposely run his mouth just to annoy Ryan, but Brendon merely frowned and set the towel down.
“We have to leave in a half hour,” he said instead, not directly to Ryan. “Come if you want or stay here. Makes no difference to me.” He sounded hurt and even a little mad and Ryan felt bad for saying that to him, not moving as he watched Brendon leave, pulling the bathroom door shut behind him.
“Fuck.” Ryan sighed, dropping the wet towel to the bathroom floor. Now he had to go because he felt bad for upsetting Brendon who had been nothing but kind to him the past week. He was the best thing to happen to Ryan in a long time, and Ryan went and fucked it all up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend the day with Brendon, he was even getting used to all the water adventures, but rather he didn’t want to be with a whole bunch of people he didn’t know who would all be after Brendon’s attention.
With another heavy sigh, Ryan removed his pajamas and turned the water back on, waiting for it to warm to a comfortable temperature to take a proper shower and join the other’s downstairs.
~*~*~*~
Okay, so, maybe the morning wasn’t as bad as Ryan thought it would be.
Brendon’s task that day was basically to provide a boat tour of the island to the people that were really no different than Spencer or Jon or even Ryan. Since the three had already been on this adventure, they focused more on relaxing than anything else. Jon still went camera crazy, actually snapping pictures of the scenery rather than his boyfriend who mostly laid his head on Jon’s shoulder, watching with a content smile.
Ryan got the golden seat behind the wheel with Brendon, everyone sitting around the edges on padded cushions. This boat, which belonged to the place Brendon was employed at, had little glass squares on the bottom that allowed the ocean to be viewed beneath the boat. It was neat when they stopped long enough for the fearful fist to swim beneath them, bright and beautiful in all shapes, sizes, and designs.
The biggest annoyance to the entire morning was that Brendon was practically ignoring Ryan. Sure, Ryan kind of deserved it for the way he treated Brendon that morning, but it still irritated him all the same. The most Brendon gave Ryan during the tour was a few small glances, looking away as soon as they made eye contact, and a few little words that were unimportant and blank.
When they got back on land, about a few hours later, Ryan waited for everyone to disperse before cornering Brendon to straighten everything out before it went too far. "Are you mad at me?" Ryan asked, biting his lip.
"Thought you weren't talking to me for the day," Brendon said flatly, clearly hurt.
"I didn't mean that." Ryan sighed out, looking directly at Brendon who avoided direct contact. "Bren;" Ryan put his hand on Brendon's arm, but Brendon pulled away, really making Ryan's stomach knot. All he could think about how he was going to be left again. "I was...this morning, I shouldn't have treated you like that." Ryan shook his head, looking down to the wooden panels beneath them. "I'm sorry."
"I know." Brendon's tone got less upset but was still dull compared to his usual upbeat attitude. "I know you didn't mean those things." Ryan looked up, hopeful, seeing Brendon looking over his shoulder. "But it still hurt to hear it."
"Brendon, I-"
"I don't always do this, you know." His eyes sparkled with the beginnings of tears that Ryan knew he was responsible for. He got sicker. "I don't just open my home and life to every person who comes to Hawaii for a little getaway."
"Which is why-"
"And I was skeptical, you know, when Bill said he met people he wanted to bring by." Again Brendon cut Ryan off, so Ryan gave up to shut his mouth and listen, seeing Brendon unravel before him. "I've kept my own needs in the back of my mind for years to help provide for Amelia, but when I saw you, Ryan, something, I don't know what, but something just said you were different. That you would be worth breaking all my rules against having interest in tourists because you would be worth the risk; that maybe, just maybe, you were what I've been looking for."
Ryan was speechless; thinking only of every possible way to tell himself how stupid he was.
"And I know you won't stay in Hawaii forever, but I just wanted something for once." The sheer desperation in Brendon's voice, the opening of his heart and soul, continuously made Ryan feel worse. "I've been trying, Ryan; I've been trying so hard to make you happy because you make me want to. Just being around you makes me happy."
"Brendon, I really-"
"I told you so much, Ryan. Only my closest friends, people I've known for years, know what I so openly shared with you about my past." A tear slipped from his eye and down his cheek. "It's not like it's easy for me either. I thought that if I told you about me, that maybe you'd relax and talk about yourself or, at the very least, be more comfortable here."
Ryan reached up and used his thumb to wipe the tear away, Brendon allowing him. "Brendon, I'm happy you felt like you could share those things with me." Ryan whispered, some higher authority controlling his mouth and actions because his thoughts were a jumbled mess. "And it's never easy for anyone to share their personal baggage."
"When you shut me out like that this morning, it made me wonder if maybe you don't think of me the way I do of you and that maybe we should just be friends instead of...whatever we are." Brendon's voice quieted and his head fell down, one hand wiping over his eyes briefly.
"I'll be the first to tell you, Bren, that I'm not the most confident or stable of people." Ryan gave a tiny half-smile, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder. This time, Brendon didn't pull away. "And I shouldn't have treated you the way I have this entire time because you've been nothing short of kind and generous and downright amazing." Brendon gave a small, half-hearted laugh. "The reason I push people away is because I'm afraid to let anyone get close; after what I went through with Pete."
"But I'm not Pete." Brendon stressed, looking up desperately to Ryan. "I wouldn't, I couldn't, do that to you--to anyone." he shook his head.
"I know." Ryan's smile got a bit bigger and more real. "But it still scared me how much I want to let you in." he dropped his hand.
"Then do it." Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan and pulled him into a tight hug, pressing his face into Ryan's shoulder. "At least for the next few days. You can trust me; I won't let you fall."
Ryan brought his arms up around Brendon's shoulders to hug him back, shutting his eyes. "I'm trying," he said quietly into Brendon's shirt, suppressing his sudden urge to cry. He didn't want to get so close to someone he only had for a few more days.
But he wanted so badly to be close to Brendon, and it scared him immensely.
~*~*~*~
"We met in college," Ryan said, staring at the ground as he and Brendon slowly walked along the path. "My freshman year, his junior. I was studying to be an English teacher and he was going for business management." Brendon held firmly to Ryan's hand, for reassurance, gently saying their linked hands between them. To be fair to Brendon, and to truly show he was sorry, Ryan decided to share his history with Pete with Brendon.
They walked through the wooded area around Brendon's home where they had left Spencer, Jon, Gabe, and William to a no doubt interesting game of I Never..., because it wasn't something Ryan casually and openly talk about. Spencer already knew, probably Jon, and it wasn't as traumatizing as what Brendon's been through, but it was still painful for Ryan to think about, let alone talk about.
"I wasn't popular in high school, Spencer was really my only friend, and I wanted that to be different in college. I wanted popularity; I wanted people to hang out with on Friday night instead of sitting alone in my room." He looked straight ahead, feeling Brendon's eyes resting on him. "I went to as many parties as I could to meet as many people as possible. Since it was a community college, the rules and standards were pretty low.
"It was a Saturday night in mid-February that I met Pete." Ryan stopped walking and exhaled heavily, looking down to the path again. Brendon silently stopped as well, patiently waiting for Ryan to continue. Ryan was glad that the other man didn't try to hug him or tell him 'it's okay' or anything else because he just needed a moment. All Brendon did was hold tightly to Ryan's hand, giving a single squeeze, letting Ryan gather himself in all the time he needed.
"I should have known from the moment we met that he was bad news, but Pete was one of the most well known people on campus and I got blinded by the fact that he was talking to a no one like me." Ryan should his head. "I should have known it was all too good to be true." he sighed, starting to walk. Brendon remained silent, listening, letting Ryan set the pace and lead them along. Ryan had no idea where they were going; he just walked farther into the woods.
"Pete talked to me the entire night--about what, I don't remember. He loved to talk." Ryan gave a little huff of laughter. "Next thing I knew, we were making out and I woke up in his bed the next morning." he bit his lip hard for a moment before going against his better judgment and muttering, "Naked," in the tiniest whisper.
This time, Brendon stopped, staring wide eyed at Ryan and asking, "He raped you?!"
"I can't say it was rape because for all I know, I willingly agreed," he shamefully said. "More like...took advantage of me." Ryan guessed for lack of better explanation. "Spence doesn't know about that little detail so please-"
"I won't." Brendon cut him off with a firm shake of his head. Ryan stared into Brendon's eyes, the younger sad and worried but strong and trusting at the same time. "It's not my secret to share." Ryan smiled thankfully.
"Anyway," he exhaled, "I freaked out because I had never ended up completely naked without any recollection of what happened." Ryan again started walking. "They always warn about accepting open drinks from people you don't know..." Another moment of dry laughter. "I freaked out, thinking about possible STDs I might have picked up--honestly, I thought my life was over.
"My dramatic attitude ceased when Pete came by a few days later and gave me all this sappy bullshit about liking me. Everything he said was textbook, but I ate every fucking word." In a way, Ryan wanted to cry. He wanted to cry for his stupidity and also for the memories of a love lost. He didn't, he couldn't; not now.
"College became quite an experience after that." Ryan tipped his head back, staring up at the looming tree branches above where the sun poked through the leafy openings; relying on Brendon to keep him from running into anything or tripping. "Pete and I started dating, though it was hardly that, and I skipped classes to party or because I had a hangover. For a little while I was even pretty heavy into drugs and alcohol." There was shame in Ryan's voice. He's fucked up a lot; he didn't see how Brendon, Mr. Practically Perfect, liked an emotional wreck like him.
"When I got my masters, barely, I realized that I had to change to get my bachelors and move on to my goal. Pete and I got an apartment and I stopped constantly partying. I gave up the drug cocktails I'd become dependent on and limited my drinking greatly after a stupid joke Pete tried on me." Ryan felt Brendon relax and the atmosphere lost tension. "Pete still spent a lot of time with his friends at clubs and bars and whatever else, but he always came home to me." his head dropped.
"Aside from the sex, there really wasn't anything between me and Pete; I see that now. But I did, I do, love him," Ryan admitted. "It started off an attention type of love, people noticed and talked to me, then became a physical time of love from all the sex, and for awhile it was even a chemical kind of love when Pete seemed to be around more when I was high." The pain showed on his face. "Eventually, over time, it turned into an actual 'in love' connection with Pete that I thought equally shared. I asked him to marry me, it took all the confidence I had, he said yes, we planned it all out, got everything ready, and I got dumped the night before the wedding for some guy named 'Patrick'." The name carried venom.
"I'm sorry," Brendon softly said and Ryan started laughing to himself.
"Why?" he asked, looking to the truly heartfelt Hawaiian. "It was my stupidity for enduring all the shit Pete created. Spencer tried to warn me, Jon tried to warn me; hell, I even tried to warn myself. But I continuously let Pete control my emotions and drag me along." Ryan was getting cynical, on the verge of a breakdown. "I'd beg and plead with the asshole to do stuff with me and he gave me excuses, fucking flat out lies, I knew they were, yet part of me believed them anyway. I caught him cheating on me, more than once, and I stayed with him still because he gave me some fucking story about how it was a huge mistake and how he loved me and how fucking sorry he was."
"Ryan; hey, calm down." Brendon stopped and looked at Ryan with concern, taking his other hand. "Deep breaths; don't get overworked by the past, okay? It's already happened with; done and over." Ryan stared, so many thoughts in his head that it was almost like there was nothing there at all. It seemed like the world froze and the only thing that brought him back was the realization that Brendon was now hugging him, close and tight and warm, and everything melted away. "Just breathe," he said softly into Ryan's hear; like the voice of a conscience.
Ryan went limp, leaning into the embrace and letting his head drop to Brendon's shoulder. He listened, drowning out the distant ocean and bird calls, focusing on the steady breathing rhythm Brendon had going instead. They stood like that, Brendon supporting Ryan, not saying a word or making any other movements. Ryan had control; when he moved, Brendon would let go. Until then, he would hold Ryan, being the strength Ryan needed.
It was then that Ryan knew he was completely fucked.
He wanted so bad to stay detached, but it was impossible to stay away. Brendon was everything that Ryan wanted and needed. Ryan was scared that he felt so dependent, relying on Brendon to make him feel better and trusted him almost more than he did Spencer; his longest, closest friend. Plain and simple, Ryan loved Brendon.
He was in love with Brendon.
After about seven minutes, Ryan inhaled deeply, and lifted his head; Brendon asking, "You okay now?" without letting Ryan go. Ryan nodded and straightened, Brendon slowly releasing him, still giving him an apprehensive look. "Sure?" Ryan nodded again, wiping his eyes quickly even though there really wasn't any need to. He felt better, a lot better, because he just needed someone to talk to. And it was easier talking to Brendon than Spencer; probably because Spencer spent the past few years criticizing Ryan's relationship with Pete.
"We should probably get back..." Ryan mumbled. He looked around for a moment and saw he had no idea where they were. There were just trees everywhere. "Which way?" he asked, lost.
"Um..." Brendon too looked around then rubbed his neck, a nervous expression on his face. "I really don't know..."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Ryan frowned hard. It was nearly a scowl.
"Well, I wasn't exactly paying attention and you kept randomly changing what direction we were walking in, so I honestly have no clue which way is home." Brendon replied with subtle hints of frustration.
"I thought you knew your way around," Ryan said with traces of bitterness. He was tired and wanted to lay down in Brendon's bed or something; especially as he was staring to develop a headache.
"I don't exactly spend a lot of time exploring the forest," the man half-snapped back. Ryan unintentionally but visibly moved away from Brendon some, as though afraid of being attacked. Brendon shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's okay;" he exhaled. "The island isn't that big and we've only been walking about a half hour so we couldn't have gotten too far." he reassured.
"We're still lost in a forest," Ryan muttered, looking around quickly again and spotting a tree stump not covered with moss and bugs and other things. He walked towards it, twigs snapping beneath his feet, and sat heavily down; dropping his head to his hands with his elbows digging into his knees. "Endless water, volcanoes, and thick forests; Hawaii's a fucking death trap," he said miserably.
Brendon ignored the comment and studied the trees around them before going to one a bit farther down the path, jumping up and grabbing a hold of the low branch. It took Ryan a moment to notice Brendon had moved, locating the man pulling himself u the tree trunk. "What the hell are you doing?" Ryan asked, hands dropping.
"Getting us out," Brendon answered with a small grunt, balancing on the branch once up.
"You're not a monkey; get out o that tree before you hurt yourself!" Ryan sternly commanded. "You have no idea how high that tree is or what's farther up it!"
"I used to climb trees in Florida." Brendon called down.
"Of course you did," Ryan muttered beneath his breath, sighing on top. "What if you fall?" He stood.
"Catch me." Brendon smiled before reaching for the next Branch to pull himself to. Ryan made a low growling noise in his throat as he went to the base of the tree Brendon was scaling, head tipped back to watch. The tree wasn't as tall as Ryan thought it was, but it was still higher than anything he was comfortable with.
"Be careful!" Ryan yelled as he heard things snap, a few leaves drifting down. Brendon didn't reply, just kept climbing higher. "Don't go all the way up or you won't get back down!" Ryan crossed his arms.
"Relax, Ross!" Came an eventual response. "Gotta see over the trees!" Ryan scowled, outwardly looking very pissed off, but inwardly he was freaking out. What if Brendon got stuck? What if he hurt himself? What if he slipped and fell? Ryan has no medical training and can't begin to figure out how to get out of the wooded area. He could wander, but it could take him hours to get out, because he really wasn't the greatest with directions.
Ryan stared up into the tree, unable to see Brendon anymore, neck beginning to ache in protest. He didn't hear anything and tried to keep his thoughts level, but eventually couldn't stop from yelling, "Brendon?" up towards the sky. No reply came so he tried louder, thinking only that Brendon was stuck. "Brendon!" Ryan angrily tried a third time.
Continuing silence made Ryan grow nervous, his mind running through every possible worst scenario possible, debating if he was courageous and stupid enough to go after the younger man. Probably, because Ryan wasn't about to lose someone else that he's let into his heart. But right as Ryan contemplated how and where to begin climbing, he was never good at these kinds of things, more leaves came down; followed by Brendon. Ryan's heart slowed and the nausea passed, relief flooding him as he watched.
"You done now?" Ryan called up.
"We're not far from the house," Brendon answered. He was coming down similar to how he went up, stepping from branch to branch, using mostly upper body strength to lower himself. "There's a storm coming too," he said after.
"Then hurry up!" The sentence was barely out of his mouth when Brendon lost his footing and slid, luckily managing to grab onto a branch quick enough to prevent himself from dropping completely. "Brendon!" Ryan's heart stopped. "You okay?!"
"Yeah;" there was evident pain in the reply. He gave out a low groan, letting his body hang for a moment then lowering himself completely down the rest of the way. When his feet touched the ground, Ryan smacked his arm then hugged him, heart again racing.
"You fucking scared ten years off my life," he said into Brendon's shoulder as he held him close.
"Sorry," Brendon mumbled like a scolded child. Ryan had a death grip on him, working down the adrenaline, distant thunder rolling. "We have to go." Brendon's voice followed. Ryan lingered a moment longer then he let go, checking Brendon over quickly for wounds. "I'm fine; honest." he laughed, not fully convincing.
"No more Tarzan shit." Ryan firmly told him, his glare becoming less threatening.
"Yes mom," Brendon teased, grabbing Ryan's hand and starting off towards the left. "Come on," he said with urgency, thunder crashing again; louder.
~*~*~*~
"This is very deja vu;" Spencer addressed the two when they finally reached the house, smirking. Ryan and Brendon stood just inside the door, soaked completely, dripping onto the wood. By the time they made it out of the woods, it had started pouring, so they ran, fell in mud, and got assaulted by some rocks; reaching the house a dirty, soaked mess.
"You're a bit wet," Gabe commented smugly, shirtless and sitting on the couch.
"Really?" Ryan sarcastically snapped, freezing from the air conditioner blowing at them.
"Shouldn' of been in the rain," Gabe said after.
"Shut. Up." Brendon hissed through a clenched jaw, equally cold and irritated.
"Here;" William stood at the balcony overlooking the living room and tossed down some towels that he went to get when the two entered all wet. Both gratefully accepted and wrapped themselves in the cloth. "Want me to start the shower?"
"Please," Brendon said, shivering. William disappeared again. Brendon stepped from his shoes, Ryan doing the same, leading the way to the stairs while leaving a wet trail behind. Jon made himself useful and located Brendon's mop, cleaning the puddles for Brendon who quietly uttered a, "Thanks," with a smile as he passed.
They went to the bedroom where the shower was running, William stepping from the bathroom as they entered the room. "Want the other shower too?" he asked, looking to both. Brendon looked questioningly to Ryan, seeing what he wanted to do.
"We're big boys." Ryan shook his head. "I'm covered in mud and freezing; I don't give a fuck if we all get in that shower as long as I get clean and warm." William snorted with amusement, Brendon hiding his own laughter, Ryan oblivious to the humor the comment held.
"We'll have a massive shower orgy some other time," Bill said, stepping out o their way and leaving the room; shutting the door behind him. Ryan quickly went into the bathroom and dropped the towel, wasting no time stripping and immersing himself in the warm spray; letting out a long, happy sigh.
"Do you want me to wait or...?" Brendon stood in the doorway.
"Just get the fuck in here." Ryan rolled his eyes, hugging himself beneath the shower. Brendon smiled and did the same thing Ryan had, tugging the shower curtain shut to prevent the water from escaping. It was crowded, but Ryan didn't much care because he as warm and the mud was slipping into the drain and mmmm, Brendon's abs. He shut his eyes with contentment, leaning against the tile.
"Do you plan on actually bathing?" Brendon amusedly asked after a few moments of pure bliss.
"Eventually," Ryan answered dreamily, eyes still closed. God, he loved showers. A moment later though, he felt something run over his shoulder and down his arm so he opened his eyes, seeing Brendon gently washing him with a soapy cloth. Ryan shut his eyes again, leaning towards Brendon, enjoying it probably way too much.
But he had a very naked, very wet, very hot man bathing him so he was allowed to be grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Brendon washed him leisurely, exchanging the cloth for shampoo; combing it with his fingers through Ryan's hair. He was on cloud nine during the whole thing, even more happy when Brendon's body pressed against his while his hair was being tended to, because was warm and mmmm, those abs. But Ryan's cloud quickly vanished when Brendon's whispered heavily into his ear, "You've no idea how bad I want to blow you right now," in this somewhat raspy, dead serious tone that flushed Ryan's entire body.
His eyes opened, making contact with Brendon's which were as serious as his voice as he finished Ryan's hair; locking Ryan somewhere in the lustful depths of his mind. "Do it." he whispered back when he could think again, sparing no doubt or question at all. "Blow me; here, now." he swallowed.
The way Brendon's mouth curved into a devious grin should be illegal, the Hawaiian reaching around Ryan to the shower head which he turned until the water came out as a misty spray instead. He then grabbed Ryan's arms and turned him, the two switching spots, pushing Ryan back against the wall. Brendon lowered himself to his knees, taking hold of Ryan's hips, keeping them back against the tile as he began kissing Ryan's stomach.
Looking down to watch him through strands of water drenched hair, Ryan didn't think he's seen anything as incredibly sexy as Brendon was at that moment. His skin was tanned, obviously, but it was pink from the warmth of the shower; glistening with water droplets sliding down. His hair was matted against his head, over his face, so Ryan moved his hands to Brendon's hair to comb it back and properly see him.
When Brendon's tongue poked into Ryan's bellybutton, his mind completely shut down, head falling back and lids dropping with a long mental stream of yessssss. He was hard in record time, everything so warm and inviting, feeling absolutely perfect for the first time in years. There wasn't a single thought in Ryan's mind at that moment except how good he felt and how fucking talented Brendon's tongue was.
His mind completely crashed when Brendon moved lower, licking at the head of Ryan's erection then taking him completely into his mouth. Ryan's hands tightened in Brendon's hair and his jaw dropped as a broken moan slipped out. Brendon hummed satisfactorily, the vibrations shooting through Ryan; prompting another moan. Brendon's tongue ran up and down and all around and it reminded Ryan of a lollipop in a way until his mind got too fuzzy with ecstasy to even remember what his name was.
Ryan hadn't experienced anything as amazing as Brendon's mouth since he learned what kinds of joys his prostate held the day he lost his virginity (he won't go there, though; one painful story a day is plenty). The moment Brendon began sucking, cheeks hollowing with every antagonizing slow movement, Ryan really got vocal as he tugged subconsciously at Brendon's hair. Brendon laughed, more vibrations, and Ryan whimpered.
Blow jobs shouldn't be so incredibly amazing.
"B-Bren..." he stuttered out, mouth dry despite all the misty steam around them. Brendon hummed lightly, pressing his thumbs into Ryan's hips, letting him know that Brendon knew what Ryan couldn't say. To this, Ryan was grateful, because his throat was pretty shot to hell. It was starting to throb from all the noise Ryan had no control over but oh, was it worth the pain.
There was a tightening and tingling in his abdomen, a feeling Ryan hadn't had in some time, a warning sign that his body was almost finished. Warmth stretched throughout him in branch-like trails, Ryan's toes curling with a squeaking noise against the bathtub. After another small whimpering whine, Ryan came, hard, probably harder than he's ever come, into Brendon's mouth with a nonstop string of, "BrendonBrendonBrendon;" that was desperate, quick, and even slutty sounding. Brendon, to Ryan's amazement, took it all and ran his tongue over Ryan's dying erection one last time before pulling off with a purposely produced 'pop'.
Ryan's hands fell limp to his side, chest moving in exaggerated movements, and back sliding along the tile so he was slouching; Brendon's grip keeping him from going down entirely. "That...you...wow." Ryan choppily breathed out three sentences in three words.
"Good?" Brendon asked, standing up, not letting Ryan go.
"Understatement," Ryan mumbled, bringing his heavy arms to Brendon's neck and pulling him close to force their mouths together in a kiss. Ryan didn't care if Brendon's mouth had just been all over him, he needed to be kissed. Brendon didn't object as he kissed back, and Ryan found cloud nine all over. "Try fucking amazing," he said against Brendon's lips.
"Stop wasting water!" There was a hard knock on the bathroom door. "Plus, there's lightning now. You shouldn't be in the shower if there's lightning." Spencer tried to sound knowledgeable, but he was pretty wasted.
"Fuck off!" Ryan called to his friend, kissing Brendon more.
"You!" Spencer laughed.
"He already has," another voice, Gabe, Ryan thought, answered.
"Once was enough for my ears." William's almost inaudible tone seeped through.
"Out of the shower!" Spencer instructed with his usual adopted parental tone.
"And off in your bed!" Gabe added, laughter and 'Ow!' following.
"Just keep it safe, Ross, or I'll kick your ass!" Jon warned with a threatening voice that made Ryan laugh. Jon was hardly threatening. He was probably the most mellow person Ryan's ever met--but when he got mad enough, it was like WWIII.
"No glove, no love," Gabe said, still laughing.
"All of you, out of my room!" Brendon yelled, smiling, pulling from Ryan to turn the shower off.
"Party pooper!" Spencer whined.
"At least record it next time!" Gabe too sounded disappointed.
"Gabriel Saporta!" Bill's reprimanding and angered voice followed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you pervert, and try..." his voice faded as they all headed back downstairs. Brendon got out of the shower and grabbed more towels, wrapping one around Ryan and assisting him out.
"The bed actually sounds lovely." Ryan commented as Brendon dried him, tired from his very satisfying orgasm and busy, adventurous day.
"Then bed it is," Brendon softly said, kissing Ryan's forehead then leaving the bathroom to find boxers. Once dressed, Ryan went to the large bed while Brendon quickly cleaned up the bathroom before joining him. Ryan was half asleep when Brendon climbed into the bed, putting a blanket over him and lying down as well; still as warm and inviting as he was earlier.
~*~*~*~
A loud crash of thunder woke Ryan with a start and he sat up, looking round. The storm raged outside, heavy rain, lightning, and crashing thunder. "'kay?" Brendon muttered, waking from Ryan's movement.
"Yeah," he mumbled back, lying back down. His eyes fell shut and he was about to go to sleep again when he heard the bedroom door slowly creak open.
"B-Brenny?" a shaken whispered came into the room.
"S'Bill," Ryan said, pushing tiredly at Brendon. The younger sat up enough to look to the door, propped on one arm to keep from falling back.
"C-can I...sleep with you?" William sheepishly asked, sounding on the verge of tears.
"'Course," Brendon sleepily replied, scooting closer to Ryan. The door closed and quick, light footsteps came to the bed, the mattress moving as the other man got on. "S'kay, Bill," Brendon mumbled, giving over some of the blanket before lying down. "Night."
"Goodnight." Bill whispered, still sounding fearful. Brendon put his arms around Ryan's waist and pressed their foreheads together, breath evening out as he fell asleep once more.
~*~*~*~
Probably an hour or two later, Ryan woke again, still hearing the storm outside. Brendon was soundly sleeping next to him, with William making soft breathing noises on the other side. He moved to get comfortable, realizing that he suddenly had very little room to do so.
Pushing his upper body from the mattress and twisting, blinking for clarity, a flash of lightning revealed Spencer curled up on the other side of Ryan, fast asleep and hugging Ryan's pillow tightly. Groaning to himself, Ryan fell back down, moving even closer to Brendon who sighed, "I know," as he straightened his legs to give Ryan more room.
Sleep came quickly enough to claim him again.
~*~*~*~
Ryan hadn't had a nightmare since he was little, but that night, he had a twisted one about Hell. Once again awaking, feeling the flames licking at his skin, Ryan sat up to collect his surroundings to end the nightmare. His breathing was off, but it wasn't too bad. The storm hadn't given up yet, and Ryan began to wonder if it was hurricane or something; the room still fairly dark.
Brendon hadn't moved, Spencer was still against his other side, turned the other way now, and Ryan could hear the stable breaths of William on the other side of Brendon. Stability; Ryan liked that. It was calming, soothing. But after a moment, the lighting flashed to show a body that wasn't there when Ryan had last fallen asleep.
He had to strain his eyes to see the quick, bright flash give away dark hair. The only person that he knew with black hair there was Gabe, and Ryan wondered when everyone kept arriving; inviting themselves to the bed. It was like they were kids, with Ryan and Brendon being the parents, running to 'mommy' and 'daddy' when they got scared.
"Lay down." Brendon's sleepy voice broke Ryan's thoughts, a very weak grasp enclosing Ryan's wrist and tugging it back. Ryan lowered his body down, trying not to move too much and disrupt everyone, Brendon's arm slipping over Ryan's stomach and lips brushing against Ryan's head.
"Gabe," he said quietly, yawning.
"S'okay," Brendon replied. "Sleep." He inhaled and exhaled loudly, Ryan feeling himself relax in the familiar grip. Spencer mumbled something incoherent into the pillow, whining a bit, and Ryan smiled as he drifted off again.
Stability. Familiarity. Sleep.
~*~*~*~
Nausea was the next cause of Ryan's crude break away from sleep. Seriously? He was way too hot. And it was starting to make him feel sick. He forced his overtired body up once more, blinking his sight clear and examining everything. The storm finally died down to a light rain. the sun starting to climb into the sky to give a low quality of light for Ryan to see.
Brendon was still beside him, straight and warm and yeah. Behind Brendon was William, half on top of Gabe as the two peacefully slept, wrapped around each other beneath the blanket. On the other side of the bed was Spencer, completely out with the pillow in his clutch. It was just like when Ryan fell asleep; only, he heard Jon's light snoring part of the mix now. Ryan looked to see his friend somehow spooned against Spencer, and wondered how the hell they all managed to fit.
"Ry?" Brendon yawned out, moving. He sat up carefully beside Ryan, just as exhausted.
"S'too hot," Ryan mumbled, taking careful breaths to keep from throwing up. "I feel sick."
"Need something?" Brendon asked, bringing a hand to Ryan's back to rub it soothingly, yawning. Ryan shook his head, pushing the blanket from his body before he literally set on fire. "Ya sure?"
"Just too...crowded..." Ryan frowned, eyes flicking over the four surplus bodies. Brendon hummed, hand falling down and eyes shutting briefly. He too got out from beneath the blanket, crawling to the end of the bed and sliding off.
"C'mon." He reached to Ryan, helping him off as well. Ryan followed, he had to get away from all the heat, rubbing his eyes with his free hand and stumbling some as Brendon led him from the room. His legs shook, not really awake themselves, so he held as tight as he could to the railing when Brendon decided they were going downstairs.
They headed to living room, the colder air a refreshing relief against Ryan's warm body, and the room a golden color. Brendon released Ryan's hand as he lay down on his back on the couch, getting comfortable and motioning for Ryan to lie down too. Ryan complied instantly, trying not to fall down like his body wanted, curling into a perfect fit against Brendon. "Night," Brendon said lazily, kissing Ryan's head and holding him securely; blanket on the back of the couch should it be needed.
"Night," Ryan replied with a smile, nuzzling his face into Brendon's neck. He felt comfortable and relaxed and overall perfect; just like he had hours before. Brendon fell asleep quickly, followed by Ryan, the older relieved that the couch only had room for them. The feeling of Brendon's body against his, the steady breathing, the familiar rhythm of his heart; it was all Ryan really wanted.
Stability. Familiarity. Sleep. Perfect.
In love.
NEXT
A/N--- Sorry that was such a hassle to get up. But I just had 2 snow days so I finally was able to finish it >D
I got accepted to a non-community college for nursing. Yayyyy.
Anyway, this was actually supposed to have sex instead of a blow job but they had other things in mind as I was writing and it came out a that instead. But you can believe that now that barrier is down, ain't nothing much keeping them from full blown sexy times >DDDD
Ahem. Sorry. Gutter mind much?
It actually was supposed to have a different ending but then I thought it'd be cute to have Ryan keep waking up to eventually find everyone else in bed with them and he's just like "all I want is Brendon;" so they end up on the couch where no one else can fit. William was scared of the storm (you find that out next chapter), Gabe couldn't sleep without Bill, you learn why Spencer ended up there, and obviously Jon couldn't sleep without him.
Poor Ryho ended up in the middle with enough heat to roast him D:
Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Shoveling time D: (and then work on ch.10 y/n? :D)
xoxo Tabi
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Spencer/Jon, Ryan/Pete (past), Gabe/Will, Nate/Alex
POV: 3rd; Ryan-centric.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. The title belongs to the band Hellogoodbye.
Summary: "We'll have a massive shower orgy some other time," Bill said, stepping out o their way and leaving the room; shutting the door behind him. Ryan quickly went into the bathroom and dropped the towel, wasting no time stripping and immersing himself in the warm spray; letting out a long, happy sigh.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: UPDATE :D YAYYY.
Just so you know, this chapter has a bit of porn up in it. Well, I think it's porn-like. Bottom line, definitely NC-17 :D
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three ♥ Day Four ♥ Day five ♥ Day Six ♥ Day Seven ♥ Day Eight
Day Nine
“Please?”
“No.”
“I promise it will be fun!” Brendon half whined, straddling himself over Ryan.
“No,” Ryan repeated for the umpteenth time, face buried in the pillow. Brendon sighed with frustration and got off the bed, sulking from the bedroom and leaving Ryan peacefully alone to get more sleep. He wasn’t necessarily tired, he just loved being able to enter a world without restrictions and limitations that weigh him down when awake. Brendon had been bothering him for roughly fifteen minutes now, trying to get Ryan to accompany him to work.
Ryan liked the idea of sleep better.
Barely five minutes later though, right as Ryan began to slip away to his dreams, he was completely awoken by a sharp blow to his back by hard bone, hissing into the pillow. The bed bounced for a few seconds while Ryan groaned and rolled onto his side, pain shooting through him. “Get your ass up and dressed,” Spencer said, lying beside his friend after having jumped on him. “We have a long and busy day ahead of us.”
“Fuck you.” Ryan frowned, eyes still shut. “I told Brendon ‘no’, I’ll tell you the same thing.”
“You know me better than that.” Spencer rolled his eyes and sat up. “Just because Brendon pussied out and gave up doesn’t mean your bitchy attitude is making me go away that easily.”
“Hey!” came a voice from the door, Ryan assuming it was Brendon. “If he doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t-“
“Shut up, Urie.” Spencer cut him off. “You have five seconds to get up, Ryan.”
“’m not goin’,” Ryan said, moving onto his back with his hands beneath him. His skin was tender and warm where he had been assaulted; no doubt red too.
“You don’t have a choice.” Spencer smacked Ryan’s leg a few times. “We have a bet, remember? You had a good time with Brendon, you do all the fun things that I drag you into doing. And your boyfriend promised to show us around.”
“I didn’t have a good time at that party.” Ryan opened his eyes and freed one hand to swat at his best friend. “So there is no deal. Now go away,” he muttered, letting his eyes fall shut again. Something in his brain wasn’t really awake yet because for some reason, he actually thought Spencer would listen and disappear.
But that’s never the case. Spencer doesn’t give up until he gets his way or gets pissed off enough. Since he was used to Ryan’s irritable attitude, he wasn’t stopping until he had his way. And Ryan knew better than to actually believe he would; to let his guard down. When your friend is practically blood related, they don’t stop at anything.
“Spencer; come on, just leave him alone,” Brendon said. “It doesn’t matter if he comes or not. It’s his vacation; he can do whatever makes him happy.” Ryan should have been thankful to Brendon’s words, but they kind of annoyed him. Deep down, he liked that Spencer never gave up. He liked feeling like he was being fought for and challenged.
Brendon was giving up too easily.
“Are you getting up on your own or am I assisting you?” Spencer ignored the Hawaiian. Ryan merely whined softly in the back of his throat. “My way it is then.” Ryan really didn’t have time to register what happened next. Spencer climbed over him and pulled the blanket from him, grabbing Ryan’s free wrist and yanking him up in one swift motion. Before Ryan could even open his eyes, he was over Spencer’s shoulder, being carried to the bathroom.
“Spencer Smith, put me down!” Ryan demanded, hitting his friend with the arm that wasn’t pinned between their bodies. It wasn’t the first time he’s been carried, and Spencer was smart enough to make sure Ryan couldn’t bite him.
“You had your chance.” Spencer replied with a light tone of amusement. “No it’s my way.”
“Brendon! Help me!” Ryan practically whined, still struggling to get free. But before he could even hear any kind of reply, he heard running water then was put down into an incredibly cold downpour from the shower head. It shocked his entire body and his pajama pants got quickly soaked, and Ryan was pretty much frozen in his spot; shaking and hugging himself rather than turning the water off.
“There; he’s up now.” Spencer smiled, leaving the bathroom as Brendon slid past him and to the shower to turn the water off for Ryan, grabbing a towel from the cupboard to hand to him; Spencer’s laughing shrinking away as he went downstairs.
“I’m so sorry.” Brendon’s eyes were apologetic as Ryan hugged the towel around him, dripping wet. “I only told him that you weren’t coming and he got up all pissy looking and came up here and I didn’t think he would literally pull you from bed and…this…” he rambled, offering another towel to Ryan. “Are you okay?” he asked shyly.
“I hate you.” Ryan glared, still somewhat shaking. “You’re not allowed to talk to me for the rest of the day.” A threat like that would make Spencer laugh and purposely run his mouth just to annoy Ryan, but Brendon merely frowned and set the towel down.
“We have to leave in a half hour,” he said instead, not directly to Ryan. “Come if you want or stay here. Makes no difference to me.” He sounded hurt and even a little mad and Ryan felt bad for saying that to him, not moving as he watched Brendon leave, pulling the bathroom door shut behind him.
“Fuck.” Ryan sighed, dropping the wet towel to the bathroom floor. Now he had to go because he felt bad for upsetting Brendon who had been nothing but kind to him the past week. He was the best thing to happen to Ryan in a long time, and Ryan went and fucked it all up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend the day with Brendon, he was even getting used to all the water adventures, but rather he didn’t want to be with a whole bunch of people he didn’t know who would all be after Brendon’s attention.
With another heavy sigh, Ryan removed his pajamas and turned the water back on, waiting for it to warm to a comfortable temperature to take a proper shower and join the other’s downstairs.
~*~*~*~
Okay, so, maybe the morning wasn’t as bad as Ryan thought it would be.
Brendon’s task that day was basically to provide a boat tour of the island to the people that were really no different than Spencer or Jon or even Ryan. Since the three had already been on this adventure, they focused more on relaxing than anything else. Jon still went camera crazy, actually snapping pictures of the scenery rather than his boyfriend who mostly laid his head on Jon’s shoulder, watching with a content smile.
Ryan got the golden seat behind the wheel with Brendon, everyone sitting around the edges on padded cushions. This boat, which belonged to the place Brendon was employed at, had little glass squares on the bottom that allowed the ocean to be viewed beneath the boat. It was neat when they stopped long enough for the fearful fist to swim beneath them, bright and beautiful in all shapes, sizes, and designs.
The biggest annoyance to the entire morning was that Brendon was practically ignoring Ryan. Sure, Ryan kind of deserved it for the way he treated Brendon that morning, but it still irritated him all the same. The most Brendon gave Ryan during the tour was a few small glances, looking away as soon as they made eye contact, and a few little words that were unimportant and blank.
When they got back on land, about a few hours later, Ryan waited for everyone to disperse before cornering Brendon to straighten everything out before it went too far. "Are you mad at me?" Ryan asked, biting his lip.
"Thought you weren't talking to me for the day," Brendon said flatly, clearly hurt.
"I didn't mean that." Ryan sighed out, looking directly at Brendon who avoided direct contact. "Bren;" Ryan put his hand on Brendon's arm, but Brendon pulled away, really making Ryan's stomach knot. All he could think about how he was going to be left again. "I was...this morning, I shouldn't have treated you like that." Ryan shook his head, looking down to the wooden panels beneath them. "I'm sorry."
"I know." Brendon's tone got less upset but was still dull compared to his usual upbeat attitude. "I know you didn't mean those things." Ryan looked up, hopeful, seeing Brendon looking over his shoulder. "But it still hurt to hear it."
"Brendon, I-"
"I don't always do this, you know." His eyes sparkled with the beginnings of tears that Ryan knew he was responsible for. He got sicker. "I don't just open my home and life to every person who comes to Hawaii for a little getaway."
"Which is why-"
"And I was skeptical, you know, when Bill said he met people he wanted to bring by." Again Brendon cut Ryan off, so Ryan gave up to shut his mouth and listen, seeing Brendon unravel before him. "I've kept my own needs in the back of my mind for years to help provide for Amelia, but when I saw you, Ryan, something, I don't know what, but something just said you were different. That you would be worth breaking all my rules against having interest in tourists because you would be worth the risk; that maybe, just maybe, you were what I've been looking for."
Ryan was speechless; thinking only of every possible way to tell himself how stupid he was.
"And I know you won't stay in Hawaii forever, but I just wanted something for once." The sheer desperation in Brendon's voice, the opening of his heart and soul, continuously made Ryan feel worse. "I've been trying, Ryan; I've been trying so hard to make you happy because you make me want to. Just being around you makes me happy."
"Brendon, I really-"
"I told you so much, Ryan. Only my closest friends, people I've known for years, know what I so openly shared with you about my past." A tear slipped from his eye and down his cheek. "It's not like it's easy for me either. I thought that if I told you about me, that maybe you'd relax and talk about yourself or, at the very least, be more comfortable here."
Ryan reached up and used his thumb to wipe the tear away, Brendon allowing him. "Brendon, I'm happy you felt like you could share those things with me." Ryan whispered, some higher authority controlling his mouth and actions because his thoughts were a jumbled mess. "And it's never easy for anyone to share their personal baggage."
"When you shut me out like that this morning, it made me wonder if maybe you don't think of me the way I do of you and that maybe we should just be friends instead of...whatever we are." Brendon's voice quieted and his head fell down, one hand wiping over his eyes briefly.
"I'll be the first to tell you, Bren, that I'm not the most confident or stable of people." Ryan gave a tiny half-smile, putting a hand on the other man's shoulder. This time, Brendon didn't pull away. "And I shouldn't have treated you the way I have this entire time because you've been nothing short of kind and generous and downright amazing." Brendon gave a small, half-hearted laugh. "The reason I push people away is because I'm afraid to let anyone get close; after what I went through with Pete."
"But I'm not Pete." Brendon stressed, looking up desperately to Ryan. "I wouldn't, I couldn't, do that to you--to anyone." he shook his head.
"I know." Ryan's smile got a bit bigger and more real. "But it still scared me how much I want to let you in." he dropped his hand.
"Then do it." Brendon wrapped his arms around Ryan and pulled him into a tight hug, pressing his face into Ryan's shoulder. "At least for the next few days. You can trust me; I won't let you fall."
Ryan brought his arms up around Brendon's shoulders to hug him back, shutting his eyes. "I'm trying," he said quietly into Brendon's shirt, suppressing his sudden urge to cry. He didn't want to get so close to someone he only had for a few more days.
But he wanted so badly to be close to Brendon, and it scared him immensely.
~*~*~*~
"We met in college," Ryan said, staring at the ground as he and Brendon slowly walked along the path. "My freshman year, his junior. I was studying to be an English teacher and he was going for business management." Brendon held firmly to Ryan's hand, for reassurance, gently saying their linked hands between them. To be fair to Brendon, and to truly show he was sorry, Ryan decided to share his history with Pete with Brendon.
They walked through the wooded area around Brendon's home where they had left Spencer, Jon, Gabe, and William to a no doubt interesting game of I Never..., because it wasn't something Ryan casually and openly talk about. Spencer already knew, probably Jon, and it wasn't as traumatizing as what Brendon's been through, but it was still painful for Ryan to think about, let alone talk about.
"I wasn't popular in high school, Spencer was really my only friend, and I wanted that to be different in college. I wanted popularity; I wanted people to hang out with on Friday night instead of sitting alone in my room." He looked straight ahead, feeling Brendon's eyes resting on him. "I went to as many parties as I could to meet as many people as possible. Since it was a community college, the rules and standards were pretty low.
"It was a Saturday night in mid-February that I met Pete." Ryan stopped walking and exhaled heavily, looking down to the path again. Brendon silently stopped as well, patiently waiting for Ryan to continue. Ryan was glad that the other man didn't try to hug him or tell him 'it's okay' or anything else because he just needed a moment. All Brendon did was hold tightly to Ryan's hand, giving a single squeeze, letting Ryan gather himself in all the time he needed.
"I should have known from the moment we met that he was bad news, but Pete was one of the most well known people on campus and I got blinded by the fact that he was talking to a no one like me." Ryan should his head. "I should have known it was all too good to be true." he sighed, starting to walk. Brendon remained silent, listening, letting Ryan set the pace and lead them along. Ryan had no idea where they were going; he just walked farther into the woods.
"Pete talked to me the entire night--about what, I don't remember. He loved to talk." Ryan gave a little huff of laughter. "Next thing I knew, we were making out and I woke up in his bed the next morning." he bit his lip hard for a moment before going against his better judgment and muttering, "Naked," in the tiniest whisper.
This time, Brendon stopped, staring wide eyed at Ryan and asking, "He raped you?!"
"I can't say it was rape because for all I know, I willingly agreed," he shamefully said. "More like...took advantage of me." Ryan guessed for lack of better explanation. "Spence doesn't know about that little detail so please-"
"I won't." Brendon cut him off with a firm shake of his head. Ryan stared into Brendon's eyes, the younger sad and worried but strong and trusting at the same time. "It's not my secret to share." Ryan smiled thankfully.
"Anyway," he exhaled, "I freaked out because I had never ended up completely naked without any recollection of what happened." Ryan again started walking. "They always warn about accepting open drinks from people you don't know..." Another moment of dry laughter. "I freaked out, thinking about possible STDs I might have picked up--honestly, I thought my life was over.
"My dramatic attitude ceased when Pete came by a few days later and gave me all this sappy bullshit about liking me. Everything he said was textbook, but I ate every fucking word." In a way, Ryan wanted to cry. He wanted to cry for his stupidity and also for the memories of a love lost. He didn't, he couldn't; not now.
"College became quite an experience after that." Ryan tipped his head back, staring up at the looming tree branches above where the sun poked through the leafy openings; relying on Brendon to keep him from running into anything or tripping. "Pete and I started dating, though it was hardly that, and I skipped classes to party or because I had a hangover. For a little while I was even pretty heavy into drugs and alcohol." There was shame in Ryan's voice. He's fucked up a lot; he didn't see how Brendon, Mr. Practically Perfect, liked an emotional wreck like him.
"When I got my masters, barely, I realized that I had to change to get my bachelors and move on to my goal. Pete and I got an apartment and I stopped constantly partying. I gave up the drug cocktails I'd become dependent on and limited my drinking greatly after a stupid joke Pete tried on me." Ryan felt Brendon relax and the atmosphere lost tension. "Pete still spent a lot of time with his friends at clubs and bars and whatever else, but he always came home to me." his head dropped.
"Aside from the sex, there really wasn't anything between me and Pete; I see that now. But I did, I do, love him," Ryan admitted. "It started off an attention type of love, people noticed and talked to me, then became a physical time of love from all the sex, and for awhile it was even a chemical kind of love when Pete seemed to be around more when I was high." The pain showed on his face. "Eventually, over time, it turned into an actual 'in love' connection with Pete that I thought equally shared. I asked him to marry me, it took all the confidence I had, he said yes, we planned it all out, got everything ready, and I got dumped the night before the wedding for some guy named 'Patrick'." The name carried venom.
"I'm sorry," Brendon softly said and Ryan started laughing to himself.
"Why?" he asked, looking to the truly heartfelt Hawaiian. "It was my stupidity for enduring all the shit Pete created. Spencer tried to warn me, Jon tried to warn me; hell, I even tried to warn myself. But I continuously let Pete control my emotions and drag me along." Ryan was getting cynical, on the verge of a breakdown. "I'd beg and plead with the asshole to do stuff with me and he gave me excuses, fucking flat out lies, I knew they were, yet part of me believed them anyway. I caught him cheating on me, more than once, and I stayed with him still because he gave me some fucking story about how it was a huge mistake and how he loved me and how fucking sorry he was."
"Ryan; hey, calm down." Brendon stopped and looked at Ryan with concern, taking his other hand. "Deep breaths; don't get overworked by the past, okay? It's already happened with; done and over." Ryan stared, so many thoughts in his head that it was almost like there was nothing there at all. It seemed like the world froze and the only thing that brought him back was the realization that Brendon was now hugging him, close and tight and warm, and everything melted away. "Just breathe," he said softly into Ryan's hear; like the voice of a conscience.
Ryan went limp, leaning into the embrace and letting his head drop to Brendon's shoulder. He listened, drowning out the distant ocean and bird calls, focusing on the steady breathing rhythm Brendon had going instead. They stood like that, Brendon supporting Ryan, not saying a word or making any other movements. Ryan had control; when he moved, Brendon would let go. Until then, he would hold Ryan, being the strength Ryan needed.
It was then that Ryan knew he was completely fucked.
He wanted so bad to stay detached, but it was impossible to stay away. Brendon was everything that Ryan wanted and needed. Ryan was scared that he felt so dependent, relying on Brendon to make him feel better and trusted him almost more than he did Spencer; his longest, closest friend. Plain and simple, Ryan loved Brendon.
He was in love with Brendon.
After about seven minutes, Ryan inhaled deeply, and lifted his head; Brendon asking, "You okay now?" without letting Ryan go. Ryan nodded and straightened, Brendon slowly releasing him, still giving him an apprehensive look. "Sure?" Ryan nodded again, wiping his eyes quickly even though there really wasn't any need to. He felt better, a lot better, because he just needed someone to talk to. And it was easier talking to Brendon than Spencer; probably because Spencer spent the past few years criticizing Ryan's relationship with Pete.
"We should probably get back..." Ryan mumbled. He looked around for a moment and saw he had no idea where they were. There were just trees everywhere. "Which way?" he asked, lost.
"Um..." Brendon too looked around then rubbed his neck, a nervous expression on his face. "I really don't know..."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Ryan frowned hard. It was nearly a scowl.
"Well, I wasn't exactly paying attention and you kept randomly changing what direction we were walking in, so I honestly have no clue which way is home." Brendon replied with subtle hints of frustration.
"I thought you knew your way around," Ryan said with traces of bitterness. He was tired and wanted to lay down in Brendon's bed or something; especially as he was staring to develop a headache.
"I don't exactly spend a lot of time exploring the forest," the man half-snapped back. Ryan unintentionally but visibly moved away from Brendon some, as though afraid of being attacked. Brendon shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's okay;" he exhaled. "The island isn't that big and we've only been walking about a half hour so we couldn't have gotten too far." he reassured.
"We're still lost in a forest," Ryan muttered, looking around quickly again and spotting a tree stump not covered with moss and bugs and other things. He walked towards it, twigs snapping beneath his feet, and sat heavily down; dropping his head to his hands with his elbows digging into his knees. "Endless water, volcanoes, and thick forests; Hawaii's a fucking death trap," he said miserably.
Brendon ignored the comment and studied the trees around them before going to one a bit farther down the path, jumping up and grabbing a hold of the low branch. It took Ryan a moment to notice Brendon had moved, locating the man pulling himself u the tree trunk. "What the hell are you doing?" Ryan asked, hands dropping.
"Getting us out," Brendon answered with a small grunt, balancing on the branch once up.
"You're not a monkey; get out o that tree before you hurt yourself!" Ryan sternly commanded. "You have no idea how high that tree is or what's farther up it!"
"I used to climb trees in Florida." Brendon called down.
"Of course you did," Ryan muttered beneath his breath, sighing on top. "What if you fall?" He stood.
"Catch me." Brendon smiled before reaching for the next Branch to pull himself to. Ryan made a low growling noise in his throat as he went to the base of the tree Brendon was scaling, head tipped back to watch. The tree wasn't as tall as Ryan thought it was, but it was still higher than anything he was comfortable with.
"Be careful!" Ryan yelled as he heard things snap, a few leaves drifting down. Brendon didn't reply, just kept climbing higher. "Don't go all the way up or you won't get back down!" Ryan crossed his arms.
"Relax, Ross!" Came an eventual response. "Gotta see over the trees!" Ryan scowled, outwardly looking very pissed off, but inwardly he was freaking out. What if Brendon got stuck? What if he hurt himself? What if he slipped and fell? Ryan has no medical training and can't begin to figure out how to get out of the wooded area. He could wander, but it could take him hours to get out, because he really wasn't the greatest with directions.
Ryan stared up into the tree, unable to see Brendon anymore, neck beginning to ache in protest. He didn't hear anything and tried to keep his thoughts level, but eventually couldn't stop from yelling, "Brendon?" up towards the sky. No reply came so he tried louder, thinking only that Brendon was stuck. "Brendon!" Ryan angrily tried a third time.
Continuing silence made Ryan grow nervous, his mind running through every possible worst scenario possible, debating if he was courageous and stupid enough to go after the younger man. Probably, because Ryan wasn't about to lose someone else that he's let into his heart. But right as Ryan contemplated how and where to begin climbing, he was never good at these kinds of things, more leaves came down; followed by Brendon. Ryan's heart slowed and the nausea passed, relief flooding him as he watched.
"You done now?" Ryan called up.
"We're not far from the house," Brendon answered. He was coming down similar to how he went up, stepping from branch to branch, using mostly upper body strength to lower himself. "There's a storm coming too," he said after.
"Then hurry up!" The sentence was barely out of his mouth when Brendon lost his footing and slid, luckily managing to grab onto a branch quick enough to prevent himself from dropping completely. "Brendon!" Ryan's heart stopped. "You okay?!"
"Yeah;" there was evident pain in the reply. He gave out a low groan, letting his body hang for a moment then lowering himself completely down the rest of the way. When his feet touched the ground, Ryan smacked his arm then hugged him, heart again racing.
"You fucking scared ten years off my life," he said into Brendon's shoulder as he held him close.
"Sorry," Brendon mumbled like a scolded child. Ryan had a death grip on him, working down the adrenaline, distant thunder rolling. "We have to go." Brendon's voice followed. Ryan lingered a moment longer then he let go, checking Brendon over quickly for wounds. "I'm fine; honest." he laughed, not fully convincing.
"No more Tarzan shit." Ryan firmly told him, his glare becoming less threatening.
"Yes mom," Brendon teased, grabbing Ryan's hand and starting off towards the left. "Come on," he said with urgency, thunder crashing again; louder.
~*~*~*~
"This is very deja vu;" Spencer addressed the two when they finally reached the house, smirking. Ryan and Brendon stood just inside the door, soaked completely, dripping onto the wood. By the time they made it out of the woods, it had started pouring, so they ran, fell in mud, and got assaulted by some rocks; reaching the house a dirty, soaked mess.
"You're a bit wet," Gabe commented smugly, shirtless and sitting on the couch.
"Really?" Ryan sarcastically snapped, freezing from the air conditioner blowing at them.
"Shouldn' of been in the rain," Gabe said after.
"Shut. Up." Brendon hissed through a clenched jaw, equally cold and irritated.
"Here;" William stood at the balcony overlooking the living room and tossed down some towels that he went to get when the two entered all wet. Both gratefully accepted and wrapped themselves in the cloth. "Want me to start the shower?"
"Please," Brendon said, shivering. William disappeared again. Brendon stepped from his shoes, Ryan doing the same, leading the way to the stairs while leaving a wet trail behind. Jon made himself useful and located Brendon's mop, cleaning the puddles for Brendon who quietly uttered a, "Thanks," with a smile as he passed.
They went to the bedroom where the shower was running, William stepping from the bathroom as they entered the room. "Want the other shower too?" he asked, looking to both. Brendon looked questioningly to Ryan, seeing what he wanted to do.
"We're big boys." Ryan shook his head. "I'm covered in mud and freezing; I don't give a fuck if we all get in that shower as long as I get clean and warm." William snorted with amusement, Brendon hiding his own laughter, Ryan oblivious to the humor the comment held.
"We'll have a massive shower orgy some other time," Bill said, stepping out o their way and leaving the room; shutting the door behind him. Ryan quickly went into the bathroom and dropped the towel, wasting no time stripping and immersing himself in the warm spray; letting out a long, happy sigh.
"Do you want me to wait or...?" Brendon stood in the doorway.
"Just get the fuck in here." Ryan rolled his eyes, hugging himself beneath the shower. Brendon smiled and did the same thing Ryan had, tugging the shower curtain shut to prevent the water from escaping. It was crowded, but Ryan didn't much care because he as warm and the mud was slipping into the drain and mmmm, Brendon's abs. He shut his eyes with contentment, leaning against the tile.
"Do you plan on actually bathing?" Brendon amusedly asked after a few moments of pure bliss.
"Eventually," Ryan answered dreamily, eyes still closed. God, he loved showers. A moment later though, he felt something run over his shoulder and down his arm so he opened his eyes, seeing Brendon gently washing him with a soapy cloth. Ryan shut his eyes again, leaning towards Brendon, enjoying it probably way too much.
But he had a very naked, very wet, very hot man bathing him so he was allowed to be grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Brendon washed him leisurely, exchanging the cloth for shampoo; combing it with his fingers through Ryan's hair. He was on cloud nine during the whole thing, even more happy when Brendon's body pressed against his while his hair was being tended to, because was warm and mmmm, those abs. But Ryan's cloud quickly vanished when Brendon's whispered heavily into his ear, "You've no idea how bad I want to blow you right now," in this somewhat raspy, dead serious tone that flushed Ryan's entire body.
His eyes opened, making contact with Brendon's which were as serious as his voice as he finished Ryan's hair; locking Ryan somewhere in the lustful depths of his mind. "Do it." he whispered back when he could think again, sparing no doubt or question at all. "Blow me; here, now." he swallowed.
The way Brendon's mouth curved into a devious grin should be illegal, the Hawaiian reaching around Ryan to the shower head which he turned until the water came out as a misty spray instead. He then grabbed Ryan's arms and turned him, the two switching spots, pushing Ryan back against the wall. Brendon lowered himself to his knees, taking hold of Ryan's hips, keeping them back against the tile as he began kissing Ryan's stomach.
Looking down to watch him through strands of water drenched hair, Ryan didn't think he's seen anything as incredibly sexy as Brendon was at that moment. His skin was tanned, obviously, but it was pink from the warmth of the shower; glistening with water droplets sliding down. His hair was matted against his head, over his face, so Ryan moved his hands to Brendon's hair to comb it back and properly see him.
When Brendon's tongue poked into Ryan's bellybutton, his mind completely shut down, head falling back and lids dropping with a long mental stream of yessssss. He was hard in record time, everything so warm and inviting, feeling absolutely perfect for the first time in years. There wasn't a single thought in Ryan's mind at that moment except how good he felt and how fucking talented Brendon's tongue was.
His mind completely crashed when Brendon moved lower, licking at the head of Ryan's erection then taking him completely into his mouth. Ryan's hands tightened in Brendon's hair and his jaw dropped as a broken moan slipped out. Brendon hummed satisfactorily, the vibrations shooting through Ryan; prompting another moan. Brendon's tongue ran up and down and all around and it reminded Ryan of a lollipop in a way until his mind got too fuzzy with ecstasy to even remember what his name was.
Ryan hadn't experienced anything as amazing as Brendon's mouth since he learned what kinds of joys his prostate held the day he lost his virginity (he won't go there, though; one painful story a day is plenty). The moment Brendon began sucking, cheeks hollowing with every antagonizing slow movement, Ryan really got vocal as he tugged subconsciously at Brendon's hair. Brendon laughed, more vibrations, and Ryan whimpered.
Blow jobs shouldn't be so incredibly amazing.
"B-Bren..." he stuttered out, mouth dry despite all the misty steam around them. Brendon hummed lightly, pressing his thumbs into Ryan's hips, letting him know that Brendon knew what Ryan couldn't say. To this, Ryan was grateful, because his throat was pretty shot to hell. It was starting to throb from all the noise Ryan had no control over but oh, was it worth the pain.
There was a tightening and tingling in his abdomen, a feeling Ryan hadn't had in some time, a warning sign that his body was almost finished. Warmth stretched throughout him in branch-like trails, Ryan's toes curling with a squeaking noise against the bathtub. After another small whimpering whine, Ryan came, hard, probably harder than he's ever come, into Brendon's mouth with a nonstop string of, "BrendonBrendonBrendon;" that was desperate, quick, and even slutty sounding. Brendon, to Ryan's amazement, took it all and ran his tongue over Ryan's dying erection one last time before pulling off with a purposely produced 'pop'.
Ryan's hands fell limp to his side, chest moving in exaggerated movements, and back sliding along the tile so he was slouching; Brendon's grip keeping him from going down entirely. "That...you...wow." Ryan choppily breathed out three sentences in three words.
"Good?" Brendon asked, standing up, not letting Ryan go.
"Understatement," Ryan mumbled, bringing his heavy arms to Brendon's neck and pulling him close to force their mouths together in a kiss. Ryan didn't care if Brendon's mouth had just been all over him, he needed to be kissed. Brendon didn't object as he kissed back, and Ryan found cloud nine all over. "Try fucking amazing," he said against Brendon's lips.
"Stop wasting water!" There was a hard knock on the bathroom door. "Plus, there's lightning now. You shouldn't be in the shower if there's lightning." Spencer tried to sound knowledgeable, but he was pretty wasted.
"Fuck off!" Ryan called to his friend, kissing Brendon more.
"You!" Spencer laughed.
"He already has," another voice, Gabe, Ryan thought, answered.
"Once was enough for my ears." William's almost inaudible tone seeped through.
"Out of the shower!" Spencer instructed with his usual adopted parental tone.
"And off in your bed!" Gabe added, laughter and 'Ow!' following.
"Just keep it safe, Ross, or I'll kick your ass!" Jon warned with a threatening voice that made Ryan laugh. Jon was hardly threatening. He was probably the most mellow person Ryan's ever met--but when he got mad enough, it was like WWIII.
"No glove, no love," Gabe said, still laughing.
"All of you, out of my room!" Brendon yelled, smiling, pulling from Ryan to turn the shower off.
"Party pooper!" Spencer whined.
"At least record it next time!" Gabe too sounded disappointed.
"Gabriel Saporta!" Bill's reprimanding and angered voice followed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you pervert, and try..." his voice faded as they all headed back downstairs. Brendon got out of the shower and grabbed more towels, wrapping one around Ryan and assisting him out.
"The bed actually sounds lovely." Ryan commented as Brendon dried him, tired from his very satisfying orgasm and busy, adventurous day.
"Then bed it is," Brendon softly said, kissing Ryan's forehead then leaving the bathroom to find boxers. Once dressed, Ryan went to the large bed while Brendon quickly cleaned up the bathroom before joining him. Ryan was half asleep when Brendon climbed into the bed, putting a blanket over him and lying down as well; still as warm and inviting as he was earlier.
~*~*~*~
A loud crash of thunder woke Ryan with a start and he sat up, looking round. The storm raged outside, heavy rain, lightning, and crashing thunder. "'kay?" Brendon muttered, waking from Ryan's movement.
"Yeah," he mumbled back, lying back down. His eyes fell shut and he was about to go to sleep again when he heard the bedroom door slowly creak open.
"B-Brenny?" a shaken whispered came into the room.
"S'Bill," Ryan said, pushing tiredly at Brendon. The younger sat up enough to look to the door, propped on one arm to keep from falling back.
"C-can I...sleep with you?" William sheepishly asked, sounding on the verge of tears.
"'Course," Brendon sleepily replied, scooting closer to Ryan. The door closed and quick, light footsteps came to the bed, the mattress moving as the other man got on. "S'kay, Bill," Brendon mumbled, giving over some of the blanket before lying down. "Night."
"Goodnight." Bill whispered, still sounding fearful. Brendon put his arms around Ryan's waist and pressed their foreheads together, breath evening out as he fell asleep once more.
~*~*~*~
Probably an hour or two later, Ryan woke again, still hearing the storm outside. Brendon was soundly sleeping next to him, with William making soft breathing noises on the other side. He moved to get comfortable, realizing that he suddenly had very little room to do so.
Pushing his upper body from the mattress and twisting, blinking for clarity, a flash of lightning revealed Spencer curled up on the other side of Ryan, fast asleep and hugging Ryan's pillow tightly. Groaning to himself, Ryan fell back down, moving even closer to Brendon who sighed, "I know," as he straightened his legs to give Ryan more room.
Sleep came quickly enough to claim him again.
~*~*~*~
Ryan hadn't had a nightmare since he was little, but that night, he had a twisted one about Hell. Once again awaking, feeling the flames licking at his skin, Ryan sat up to collect his surroundings to end the nightmare. His breathing was off, but it wasn't too bad. The storm hadn't given up yet, and Ryan began to wonder if it was hurricane or something; the room still fairly dark.
Brendon hadn't moved, Spencer was still against his other side, turned the other way now, and Ryan could hear the stable breaths of William on the other side of Brendon. Stability; Ryan liked that. It was calming, soothing. But after a moment, the lighting flashed to show a body that wasn't there when Ryan had last fallen asleep.
He had to strain his eyes to see the quick, bright flash give away dark hair. The only person that he knew with black hair there was Gabe, and Ryan wondered when everyone kept arriving; inviting themselves to the bed. It was like they were kids, with Ryan and Brendon being the parents, running to 'mommy' and 'daddy' when they got scared.
"Lay down." Brendon's sleepy voice broke Ryan's thoughts, a very weak grasp enclosing Ryan's wrist and tugging it back. Ryan lowered his body down, trying not to move too much and disrupt everyone, Brendon's arm slipping over Ryan's stomach and lips brushing against Ryan's head.
"Gabe," he said quietly, yawning.
"S'okay," Brendon replied. "Sleep." He inhaled and exhaled loudly, Ryan feeling himself relax in the familiar grip. Spencer mumbled something incoherent into the pillow, whining a bit, and Ryan smiled as he drifted off again.
Stability. Familiarity. Sleep.
~*~*~*~
Nausea was the next cause of Ryan's crude break away from sleep. Seriously? He was way too hot. And it was starting to make him feel sick. He forced his overtired body up once more, blinking his sight clear and examining everything. The storm finally died down to a light rain. the sun starting to climb into the sky to give a low quality of light for Ryan to see.
Brendon was still beside him, straight and warm and yeah. Behind Brendon was William, half on top of Gabe as the two peacefully slept, wrapped around each other beneath the blanket. On the other side of the bed was Spencer, completely out with the pillow in his clutch. It was just like when Ryan fell asleep; only, he heard Jon's light snoring part of the mix now. Ryan looked to see his friend somehow spooned against Spencer, and wondered how the hell they all managed to fit.
"Ry?" Brendon yawned out, moving. He sat up carefully beside Ryan, just as exhausted.
"S'too hot," Ryan mumbled, taking careful breaths to keep from throwing up. "I feel sick."
"Need something?" Brendon asked, bringing a hand to Ryan's back to rub it soothingly, yawning. Ryan shook his head, pushing the blanket from his body before he literally set on fire. "Ya sure?"
"Just too...crowded..." Ryan frowned, eyes flicking over the four surplus bodies. Brendon hummed, hand falling down and eyes shutting briefly. He too got out from beneath the blanket, crawling to the end of the bed and sliding off.
"C'mon." He reached to Ryan, helping him off as well. Ryan followed, he had to get away from all the heat, rubbing his eyes with his free hand and stumbling some as Brendon led him from the room. His legs shook, not really awake themselves, so he held as tight as he could to the railing when Brendon decided they were going downstairs.
They headed to living room, the colder air a refreshing relief against Ryan's warm body, and the room a golden color. Brendon released Ryan's hand as he lay down on his back on the couch, getting comfortable and motioning for Ryan to lie down too. Ryan complied instantly, trying not to fall down like his body wanted, curling into a perfect fit against Brendon. "Night," Brendon said lazily, kissing Ryan's head and holding him securely; blanket on the back of the couch should it be needed.
"Night," Ryan replied with a smile, nuzzling his face into Brendon's neck. He felt comfortable and relaxed and overall perfect; just like he had hours before. Brendon fell asleep quickly, followed by Ryan, the older relieved that the couch only had room for them. The feeling of Brendon's body against his, the steady breathing, the familiar rhythm of his heart; it was all Ryan really wanted.
Stability. Familiarity. Sleep. Perfect.
In love.
NEXT
A/N--- Sorry that was such a hassle to get up. But I just had 2 snow days so I finally was able to finish it >D
I got accepted to a non-community college for nursing. Yayyyy.
Anyway, this was actually supposed to have sex instead of a blow job but they had other things in mind as I was writing and it came out a that instead. But you can believe that now that barrier is down, ain't nothing much keeping them from full blown sexy times >DDDD
Ahem. Sorry. Gutter mind much?
It actually was supposed to have a different ending but then I thought it'd be cute to have Ryan keep waking up to eventually find everyone else in bed with them and he's just like "all I want is Brendon;" so they end up on the couch where no one else can fit. William was scared of the storm (you find that out next chapter), Gabe couldn't sleep without Bill, you learn why Spencer ended up there, and obviously Jon couldn't sleep without him.
Poor Ryho ended up in the middle with enough heat to roast him D:
Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Shoveling time D: (and then work on ch.10 y/n? :D)
xoxo Tabi