Killer Queen (Chapter Two)
Title: Killer Queen (Chapter Two)
Authors: Tuesdae & Sarah/morrisseyislove & ryden_grr
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Brendon loves Ryan. The feeling isn't quite mutual.
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters so far. Title belongs to Queen.
Authors' Note: This is our first co-write and the first story Sarah has posted on LJ. Be somewhat gentle. Tuesdae beta'd, blame her for any miss-spellings or anything.
Brendon's POV (Tuesdae) = Black
Ryan's POV (Sarah) = Blue
Ever since the car ride to the concert, something had been bugging me and I couldn't get it off my mind.
Why would Brendon care about Ryden or any of those slash fans?
I didn't think he was gay. I mean he's had plenty of girlfriends.
But the thing that really bugged me was if he liked me?
The way tears came to his eyes at my attack at "Ryden" was just... confusing.
"What's bugging you, Ry?" I heard Keltie sigh.
We had been hanging in her apartment for a while and she must have noticed my unusual quietness.
"I dunno..." I mumbled in return looking up at my girlfriend, "Brendon’s just been acting funny and it's been bugging me."
"Well... then go talk to him about it."
I hadn't thought of that.
"Now?" I ask.
"When else?" she shrugged.
I pick up my phone and dialed his number. I was hoping I could go hang at his house and figure everything out.
I munched on another salty-goodness, extremely fattening chip, curled up with Harold the Dinosaur watching cycle six of America's Next Top Model when my Sidekick buzzed.
"City Morgue, you slash 'em, we stash 'em," I answered while watching Jade be a total bitch.
"Um, hey Bren," I muttered nervously into the phone, "I was wondering if I could come over and we could hang out and talk and stuff..." I trailed off.
I don't know why I'm suddenly so nervous about this. I mean I'm just talking to him. Just a chat. A friendly chat between friends. I shouldn't be nervous, he's only like my closest friend. And he probably doesn’t even like me like that! I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding!
...
GODDAMMIT!!! Why am I so NERVOUS!?
"Yeah dude, anytime. You don't need to call, it's not like I was off masturbating in the woods or something. I'll see you in a few, okay?" I said somewhat worried.
I was kind of confused by the tone of his voice. Like he was coming to say something he was scared to tell me.
But that's Ryan. He gets nervous for no reason sometimes. Anxiety problems. He probably has just been stressed out because of the touring and everything and has been bottling and needs a shoulder to cry on.
"Yeah... thanks Bren," I said feeling somewhat relieved, "I'm on my way."
I grabbed my keys and gave Keltie quick kiss as my made my way out of the apartment.
I let my thoughts wander as I drove, but they didn't wander far.
There was no need to be nervous.
It was going to be fine. Brendon's just usually overly affectionate, always invading someone’s personal space (usually it was mine though).
He probably took pride in people writing about him. I'm sure he just liked all of the attention and wanted me to laugh with him about it or something. I'm sure that was all. I hope that was all...
I bit my lip slightly as I knocked on his door.
I suddenly felt a bit nervous again, but thankfully not as much as I had when I was on the phone with him.
I bolted for the door, a sudden burst of adrenaline hitting me, heart already pounding in my chest when I pictured Ryan's face in my head, but as always, he's so much more beautiful in person than the way I remember him.
I opened the door, a casually dressed Ryan standing, waiting for me.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Hey Ry, come on in," I smiled.
I looked up and smiled in return, "Hey Bren."
I stepped inside and plopped myself down on the couch. I was feeling much more relaxed now. Brendon did that to me. He could always put me at ease and make me smile no matter how I had been feeling.
I picked up the extremely salty chips he had been eating, stretching out and totally taking over the couch, making myself very at home.
I snatched away my bag as he shoveled in a handful and sent him a playful glare.
"I've only got one of those, you know, like how you've only got one nad," I chuckled as I called how during a rambling when he had gotten high once with Joe, he mentioned how he only had one ball, and afterward, how all of us teased him for it.
He threw one of my couch cushions at me.
"I DO NOT!!!" I shouted at him somewhat playfully as the cushion hit him in the chest. It caught him off guard and he lost his balance. He landed on his back with an audible 'oomph'
"Ha!" I exclaimed in victory grabbing the fallen bag of chips and shoving another handful into my mouth.
Soon recovered from his fall, Brendon made another mad swipe at the chips. I let him have them. My mouth was starting to feel funny from all of the excess salt and grease.
I watched as he rolled up the bag and stashed it somewhere in the kitchen.
"Lying doesn't go well with you, Ryan," I called, hoping not to have another cushion hurled at me.
There were no more cushions.
"So," I plopped down next to him, "what did you want to talk about?"
Oh.
It hit me like a sudden slap in the face. I had been so wrapped up in Brendon I had forgotten about that chat. I felt my stomach practically drop and my breathing quicken a bit.
"Oh that," I could feel my face suddenly go beet red as I stared at my feet.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting so close to him asking what I was about to ask, so I stood up and found myself pacing... and rambling.
"Well ever since that car ride to our last concert this thing has been bugging me. I mean why would you care about any of those slash or Ryden fans? It's not like any of that is really true. And what was really confusing was the way you almost started to cry. I mean I'm pretty sure you're not gay cause you've had all of those girlfriends like Audrey and stuff, but I'm not like completely sure about that cause only you could be, ya know? And now I'm like super confused and I guess all I really wanna know is what was bugging you so bad that day in the car..."
Breath Ryan!! Breathe!! I hadn't realized how fast I had been talking. I hope I had gotten out everything I wanted to say but I couldn't be sure.
I looked up from the floor, which I had been staring at through my entire speech, to find Brendon standing very close to me.
I couldn't help it as I walked closer and closer to him.
"Ryan, I've had one girlfriend when I was seventeen. Have you ever seen me with a girlfriend since Audrey? As for the slashers, I don't care about them. But I can't help how I feel. And I've felt for you for a long time," my voice losing volume with each word, with every inch I get closer to him.
With every inch, till my lips move against him.
Authors: Tuesdae & Sarah/morrisseyislove & ryden_grr
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Brendon loves Ryan. The feeling isn't quite mutual.
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters so far. Title belongs to Queen.
Authors' Note: This is our first co-write and the first story Sarah has posted on LJ. Be somewhat gentle. Tuesdae beta'd, blame her for any miss-spellings or anything.
Brendon's POV (Tuesdae) = Black
Ryan's POV (Sarah) = Blue
Ever since the car ride to the concert, something had been bugging me and I couldn't get it off my mind.
Why would Brendon care about Ryden or any of those slash fans?
I didn't think he was gay. I mean he's had plenty of girlfriends.
But the thing that really bugged me was if he liked me?
The way tears came to his eyes at my attack at "Ryden" was just... confusing.
"What's bugging you, Ry?" I heard Keltie sigh.
We had been hanging in her apartment for a while and she must have noticed my unusual quietness.
"I dunno..." I mumbled in return looking up at my girlfriend, "Brendon’s just been acting funny and it's been bugging me."
"Well... then go talk to him about it."
I hadn't thought of that.
"Now?" I ask.
"When else?" she shrugged.
I pick up my phone and dialed his number. I was hoping I could go hang at his house and figure everything out.
I munched on another salty-goodness, extremely fattening chip, curled up with Harold the Dinosaur watching cycle six of America's Next Top Model when my Sidekick buzzed.
"City Morgue, you slash 'em, we stash 'em," I answered while watching Jade be a total bitch.
"Um, hey Bren," I muttered nervously into the phone, "I was wondering if I could come over and we could hang out and talk and stuff..." I trailed off.
I don't know why I'm suddenly so nervous about this. I mean I'm just talking to him. Just a chat. A friendly chat between friends. I shouldn't be nervous, he's only like my closest friend. And he probably doesn’t even like me like that! I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding!
...
GODDAMMIT!!! Why am I so NERVOUS!?
"Yeah dude, anytime. You don't need to call, it's not like I was off masturbating in the woods or something. I'll see you in a few, okay?" I said somewhat worried.
I was kind of confused by the tone of his voice. Like he was coming to say something he was scared to tell me.
But that's Ryan. He gets nervous for no reason sometimes. Anxiety problems. He probably has just been stressed out because of the touring and everything and has been bottling and needs a shoulder to cry on.
"Yeah... thanks Bren," I said feeling somewhat relieved, "I'm on my way."
I grabbed my keys and gave Keltie quick kiss as my made my way out of the apartment.
I let my thoughts wander as I drove, but they didn't wander far.
There was no need to be nervous.
It was going to be fine. Brendon's just usually overly affectionate, always invading someone’s personal space (usually it was mine though).
He probably took pride in people writing about him. I'm sure he just liked all of the attention and wanted me to laugh with him about it or something. I'm sure that was all. I hope that was all...
I bit my lip slightly as I knocked on his door.
I suddenly felt a bit nervous again, but thankfully not as much as I had when I was on the phone with him.
I bolted for the door, a sudden burst of adrenaline hitting me, heart already pounding in my chest when I pictured Ryan's face in my head, but as always, he's so much more beautiful in person than the way I remember him.
I opened the door, a casually dressed Ryan standing, waiting for me.
My heart skipped a beat.
"Hey Ry, come on in," I smiled.
I looked up and smiled in return, "Hey Bren."
I stepped inside and plopped myself down on the couch. I was feeling much more relaxed now. Brendon did that to me. He could always put me at ease and make me smile no matter how I had been feeling.
I picked up the extremely salty chips he had been eating, stretching out and totally taking over the couch, making myself very at home.
I snatched away my bag as he shoveled in a handful and sent him a playful glare.
"I've only got one of those, you know, like how you've only got one nad," I chuckled as I called how during a rambling when he had gotten high once with Joe, he mentioned how he only had one ball, and afterward, how all of us teased him for it.
He threw one of my couch cushions at me.
"I DO NOT!!!" I shouted at him somewhat playfully as the cushion hit him in the chest. It caught him off guard and he lost his balance. He landed on his back with an audible 'oomph'
"Ha!" I exclaimed in victory grabbing the fallen bag of chips and shoving another handful into my mouth.
Soon recovered from his fall, Brendon made another mad swipe at the chips. I let him have them. My mouth was starting to feel funny from all of the excess salt and grease.
I watched as he rolled up the bag and stashed it somewhere in the kitchen.
"Lying doesn't go well with you, Ryan," I called, hoping not to have another cushion hurled at me.
There were no more cushions.
"So," I plopped down next to him, "what did you want to talk about?"
Oh.
It hit me like a sudden slap in the face. I had been so wrapped up in Brendon I had forgotten about that chat. I felt my stomach practically drop and my breathing quicken a bit.
"Oh that," I could feel my face suddenly go beet red as I stared at my feet.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable sitting so close to him asking what I was about to ask, so I stood up and found myself pacing... and rambling.
"Well ever since that car ride to our last concert this thing has been bugging me. I mean why would you care about any of those slash or Ryden fans? It's not like any of that is really true. And what was really confusing was the way you almost started to cry. I mean I'm pretty sure you're not gay cause you've had all of those girlfriends like Audrey and stuff, but I'm not like completely sure about that cause only you could be, ya know? And now I'm like super confused and I guess all I really wanna know is what was bugging you so bad that day in the car..."
Breath Ryan!! Breathe!! I hadn't realized how fast I had been talking. I hope I had gotten out everything I wanted to say but I couldn't be sure.
I looked up from the floor, which I had been staring at through my entire speech, to find Brendon standing very close to me.
I couldn't help it as I walked closer and closer to him.
"Ryan, I've had one girlfriend when I was seventeen. Have you ever seen me with a girlfriend since Audrey? As for the slashers, I don't care about them. But I can't help how I feel. And I've felt for you for a long time," my voice losing volume with each word, with every inch I get closer to him.
With every inch, till my lips move against him.