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dying to death
{ shortish }{ hard r }{ ryan/brendon }{ unbetaed }
based on the beginning of apr 03 08
One night in February, Brendon gets the flu. He's sweaty, hot and cold and then hot again, vaguely nauseous, and his legs are aching as if he just broke them. Ryan makes him some chamomile tea and drives to the library to pick out a movie. He comes home with Spaceballs. In other words, Brendon favorite. Grabbing a blanket and a cold washcloth for Brendon's forehead, Ryan drags the TV into the living room where Brendon's taken up residence and joins him on the couch.
"I'm dying, Ryan," Brendon says gravely, "Dying to death. I hope your brilliant cinematic choice can save me."
"I hope so too," says Ryan soothingly as he sticks a thermometer into Brendon's mouth. Brendon pouts around it. Ryan reads 101℉.
Ryan puts the DVD in and presses play. He skips through the previews until they get to the menu, then hits play again. Before the first scene finishes, Brendon's giggling a little. By the first scene on the Winnebago, Brendon's cackling insanely. By middle of the 'ludicrous speed' scene, Brendon's laughing so hard that he falls off the couch and rolls around on the floor, clutching his sides. By the 'mega-maid' scene, Brendon's fast asleep, his head in Ryan's lap. Ryan can't help but roll his eyes as he pauses the movie and lets his eyes fall shut. Ten minutes later, Brendon jerks Ryan awake and makes him press play. A while later, as the credits roll, Brendon starts begging Ryan to make him some non-dairy hot chocolate.
"Pleasepleaseplease, Ryan?" he wheedles, "I'll love you forever and ever and ever, please?
"I'm glad your feelings for me are so unconditional," Ryan says sarcastically, "Fine, I'll make it. Get off me so I can get up, dickwad."
When Ryan comes back in, Brendon looks him in the eye and says seriously, "I see your Schwartz is as big as mine." Ryan just sighs and hands him his hot chocolate, then reaches for the thermometer again. Not surprisingly, Brendon's temperature has gone up to 102℉.
"Okay, let's go get in bed, you'll feel better in the morning," says Ryan, forgetting that Brendon's currently incapable of walking. "Oh, right, never mind. Let's just sleep here. One sec, I'll get pillows."
When Ryan walks back into the living room, pillows in hand (or under arm, whatever), Brendon's conked out again, thumb in his mouth. Unbidden, a tiny smile creeps up onto Ryan's lips. He climbs onto the couch beside Brendon, puts a pillow under his head, prays for a super immune system, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, Ryan wakes up to Brendon sucking him off. He squeaks surprisedly, and Brendon looks up, smirking around his mouthful.
"Jesus," Ryan breathes, "I thought you were sick." Brendon laughs low in his throat, his voice vibrating up Ryan's spine. Ryan throws his head back, eyes closed, and makes a little distressed noise as he comes, hard.
"You're hot when you're playing nurse, Ross," rasps Brendon after he's swallowed, "How about you wear a mini-dress and white tights next time?" Ryan cracks an eye at him and raises an eyebrow,
"You wish," says Ryan, still a little breathless, "I always thought you were a kinky freak. Hey, and blowing me in my sleep? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but seriously?" Brendon just rolls his eyes.
Two days later, Ryan comes down with the flu.
A/N: look at that capitalization! i amaze even myself sometimes. anyways, the flu sucks, doesn't it? cut text from 'attractive today' by motion city soundtrack. thanks for reading, comments are ♥!
{ shortish }{ hard r }{ ryan/brendon }{ unbetaed }
based on the beginning of apr 03 08
One night in February, Brendon gets the flu. He's sweaty, hot and cold and then hot again, vaguely nauseous, and his legs are aching as if he just broke them. Ryan makes him some chamomile tea and drives to the library to pick out a movie. He comes home with Spaceballs. In other words, Brendon favorite. Grabbing a blanket and a cold washcloth for Brendon's forehead, Ryan drags the TV into the living room where Brendon's taken up residence and joins him on the couch.
"I'm dying, Ryan," Brendon says gravely, "Dying to death. I hope your brilliant cinematic choice can save me."
"I hope so too," says Ryan soothingly as he sticks a thermometer into Brendon's mouth. Brendon pouts around it. Ryan reads 101℉.
Ryan puts the DVD in and presses play. He skips through the previews until they get to the menu, then hits play again. Before the first scene finishes, Brendon's giggling a little. By the first scene on the Winnebago, Brendon's cackling insanely. By middle of the 'ludicrous speed' scene, Brendon's laughing so hard that he falls off the couch and rolls around on the floor, clutching his sides. By the 'mega-maid' scene, Brendon's fast asleep, his head in Ryan's lap. Ryan can't help but roll his eyes as he pauses the movie and lets his eyes fall shut. Ten minutes later, Brendon jerks Ryan awake and makes him press play. A while later, as the credits roll, Brendon starts begging Ryan to make him some non-dairy hot chocolate.
"Pleasepleaseplease, Ryan?" he wheedles, "I'll love you forever and ever and ever, please?
"I'm glad your feelings for me are so unconditional," Ryan says sarcastically, "Fine, I'll make it. Get off me so I can get up, dickwad."
When Ryan comes back in, Brendon looks him in the eye and says seriously, "I see your Schwartz is as big as mine." Ryan just sighs and hands him his hot chocolate, then reaches for the thermometer again. Not surprisingly, Brendon's temperature has gone up to 102℉.
"Okay, let's go get in bed, you'll feel better in the morning," says Ryan, forgetting that Brendon's currently incapable of walking. "Oh, right, never mind. Let's just sleep here. One sec, I'll get pillows."
When Ryan walks back into the living room, pillows in hand (or under arm, whatever), Brendon's conked out again, thumb in his mouth. Unbidden, a tiny smile creeps up onto Ryan's lips. He climbs onto the couch beside Brendon, puts a pillow under his head, prays for a super immune system, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, Ryan wakes up to Brendon sucking him off. He squeaks surprisedly, and Brendon looks up, smirking around his mouthful.
"Jesus," Ryan breathes, "I thought you were sick." Brendon laughs low in his throat, his voice vibrating up Ryan's spine. Ryan throws his head back, eyes closed, and makes a little distressed noise as he comes, hard.
"You're hot when you're playing nurse, Ross," rasps Brendon after he's swallowed, "How about you wear a mini-dress and white tights next time?" Ryan cracks an eye at him and raises an eyebrow,
"You wish," says Ryan, still a little breathless, "I always thought you were a kinky freak. Hey, and blowing me in my sleep? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but seriously?" Brendon just rolls his eyes.
Two days later, Ryan comes down with the flu.
A/N: look at that capitalization! i amaze even myself sometimes. anyways, the flu sucks, doesn't it? cut text from 'attractive today' by motion city soundtrack. thanks for reading, comments are ♥!