Pyramid Love [2/2]

[worldofthorns]

Part One

The couple was even more beautiful up close. Spencer continued to glance at Jon for his approval, watching his eyes fixate on Ryan. When Spencer looked, he noticed Ryan's eyes focusing intently on Jon, and a mental sigh of victory exhausted in his head.

“So,” Spencer said softly, his eyes gazing over the other couple's hands, which were still clasped, “have you ever been to one of these parties before?”

“Well,” Ryan began, “not exactly.”

Ah, first timers. Perfect. Spencer loved the newbies. He loved taking them, teaching them the meaning of the swap, the delicacy of sharing someone, the ability to watch and learn and understand your partner better than they understand themselves. He loved being a part of the first time thrill, the initial rush. It was so important and yet so exhilarating at the same time.

“You do understand how it works, right?” Jon offered, his voice soft and soothing. He was always better at the explaining than Spencer, who often grew impatient and wanted to get to the more important stuff.

“I'm assuming it's not quantum physics,” Brendon remarked sarcastically a smirk on his face.

Jon chuckled and shrugged. “My purpose in asking was that if you don't want to do it, you don't have to. The point of these parties is to find a couple that is enjoyable and attractive to you. You never have to settle for less than what you want. If you're approached and you're not interested, you can tell them and that's that,” Jon explained with a shrug.

Ryan let out a long sigh, and Spencer looked over to see a wave of relief on his face.

“Nervous?” Spencer asked quietly, his hand resting on Ryan's elbow. He knew that contact was important, a way to help the nervous tension.

Ryan shrugged almost dismissively, “Not really.”

Spencer smiled, slightly impressed. He wasn't giving in, that was a first.

Ryan's eyes glanced at Spencer briefly before looking back at Jon. “So basically, what you're trying to say is...”

“We want to fuck you,” Spencer answered bluntly, the impatience getting the best of him. “That is, if it's alright with you.” He watched as Brendon exchanged a silent look with Ryan, their eyes unreadable. He had a feeling they would decline; it had happened a few times before.

“Okay,” Ryan answered softly, his eyes never leaving Brendon's.

Spencer watched as Brendon quirked an eyebrow and noticed a grin painting Ryan's face. He couldn't tell against the dim of the candlelight, but Spencer could've sworn he saw a small nod to emphasize the affirmation.

Brendon turned and looked at Spencer, his eyes dark. “Okay,” he repeated his voice low and husky.

Spencer smiled because he knew. He smiled because they were in.

* * *

Jon watched as Spencer moved closer to Brendon, his eyes completely fixated on the other man. Spencer smirked as he drew closer and watched as Brendon's eyes grew lazy, his full mouth parting a little. Jon couldn't stop grinning as Spencer cupped Brendon's face and leaned in, grazing his tongue across his mouth. Brendon let out a happy sigh, his eyes fluttering shut.

Ryan, however, grew rigid. Jon could feel his shoulders tense, his eyes watching Spencer and Brendon kiss lavishly. If sex was an art, then Spencer was the fucking Da Vinci of it because he knew how to read people. He knew what they wanted and how they liked it, and it seemed, to Jon's careful observation, that Brendon liked to be taken slowly and softly.

He wanted to feel as though he was the most important thing in the room.

Jon pulled his gaze away from Brendon and Spencer and turned his attention to Ryan. He lifted his fingers and grazed them across Ryan's hand (the other one still gripping at Brendon's tightly), smirking at the way he jumped and changed his attention to Jon.

“It's okay,” he whispered, growing closer, his fingers delicately turning small circles. “You don't have to feel uncomfortable or worried. We won't hurt you.”

Ryan merely nodded, his eyes darting down as Brendon tugged at his hand when Spencer began to push him up against the opposite wall, his kisses turning more forceful. Brendon let out a shuddered gasp, his eyes opening slowly as Spencer began to bite at his neck and undo his shirt.

“Ryan,” Brendon breathed, and fuck, his voice sounded so goddamn stunning. It was soft and strangled, and the tone reverberated right down to Jon's cock.

Ryan nodded, a little unsure, and Jon took it as an opportunity to do his part in the current situation. He walked behind Ryan, resting his chin on his shoulder, settling his hands on the other man's waist.

“Just watch them,” Jon directed in Ryan's ear softly. “Watch how he looks at you, how he gasps your name and the way he goes pliant against Spence's touch, but the whole time looks at you. You see that?”

“Yes,” Ryan whispered, his voice husky and soft. Jon's reaction to his voice was completely different than Brendon's. When Jon heard Ryan's soft canter, it pulled in his chest, and his heart began beating faster. It made blood rush to his brain, dizzy with want.

Jon gripped harder at Ryan's hips and leaned in closer to his ear, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin. “You have to learn to let go but understand what is yours,” he continued, deep and low. His fingers began to move up Ryan's arm and over to the top of his pants, where both hands rested at the top button. “You have to learn to say 'yes'.”

Ryan sighed and leaned against Jon's chest, his head falling back onto his shoulder. “Yes,” he murmured, and Jon smiled.

As Jon began to undo Ryan's pants, Spencer seemed to have undone all of the buttons on Brendon’s shirt in expert time and began to kiss a small wet trail down his chest. Brendon's eyes continued to flutter open and shut, his breathing shuddering in sharp gasps.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his eyes rolling back as Spencer settled on his knees, the clank of Brendon's belt echoing in the room. Jon snickered a little over Ryan's shoulder, watching as Spencer began to pull Brendon's pants all the way down to his ankles and shamelessly grabbed his cock.

Spencer glanced over his shoulder at Jon with a quirked eyebrow, and Jon nodded. Fuck yes, he was going to continue doing this, and fuck yes, he was going to watch it with Ryan. He fixated his gaze onto Spencer's back, observing the muscles constricting as he worked his mouth on the tip of Brendon's cock. Brendon carded his fingers through Spencer's hair, tiny whimpers and gasps escaping from his mouth.

"God, Ry," he whispered, his eyes tightening shut. His voice was sex-drunk, and Jon felt his skin shiver with heat. "It's so fucking amazing. His tongue, Ry, he's-Ah.”

"Yeah," Ryan breathed back, nodding his head. Jon flicked his tongue over Ryan's bare neck, feeling the pulse against his mouth. He began to suck lightly on the skin, and Ryan shuddered under him, flushing his back against him more. As Brendon moaned louder as Spencer's head moved with expert motion, Jon felt a surge of excitement.

This was going to be wild.

* * *

Everything illuminated much brighter against the candlelight, and Ryan could feel his pulse rise when he saw Brendon arch his back and let out a low guttural moan. Ryan licked his lips and took a deep breath, arching his back against Jon in return.

Jon chuckled against his skin, his wet-hot mouth breathing against his neck. Ryan's senses were heightened, and the feeling was unbelievable and euphoric. The touch of Jon's fingertips against his torso as he unbuttoned Ryan's pants and shirt, the sight of Brendon gasping for breath, Spencer's back arching as his mouth worked against Brendon's cock-it remained a torrential downpour of sensory overload, and Ryan wasn't sure he would survive it.

He let out a shaky breath as Jon's hand cupped over his painful erection, and his eyes slammed shut. Jon continued to wrap his fingers around Ryan's fabric-clad cock, tugging gently to a rhythm that was very similar to the pace of Spencer's mouth.

“I want to watch you kiss him,” Jon purred against the shell of Ryan's ear. The sound rippled through his veins and into his bones, making him shudder all over. “I want to see how you connect with him, taste him, lavish him.”

“Yes,” Ryan breathed, his eyelids heavy and desperate to keep open. Jon guided Ryan closer to Brendon, watching his eyes fly open at the incoming of another guest. He gave a lazy smile and shook his head.

“God, fuck,” he hissed, thrashing his head back and forth. When Ryan looked down, he noticed Brendon bucking his hips into Spencer's mouth. Spencer was gazing up at Brendon, his cock fully inside, cheeks hollowed. Ryan gasped at the sight, unable to understand how Spencer could make such a sinful act look so angelic.

Ryan reached his hand out to the back of Spencer's head, softly threading his fingers into his hair and tugging slightly. Spencer stopped and pulled back, earning a whimper from Brendon. When he turned around, Ryan observed his blown pupils and wet, swollen lips. The sight was even more extravagant, and Ryan couldn't help but graze a finger across Spencer's cheek.

“Now,” Jon breathed from behind and pushed his hips towards Ryan's ass, and his eyes widened at the bulge that pressed against him. Ryan nodded, leaning forward and placing both palms on opposite sides of Brendon's head. Brendon instantly leaned forward and crashed their lips together, immediately opening before licking sloppily into Ryan's mouth.

Brendon groaned at the contact, cupping Ryan's face and pulling him closer to for more access. The position was slightly awkward, but he could feel Spencer and Jon both work to take off his pants, and the familiar clang of Brendon's belt meant Spencer was doing it for Brendon too. Ryan pulled back to breathe, gasping hard and looked down at Spencer's sexy grin.

“Enough of the foreplay,” he drawled, his voice low and husky as he gathered himself off the floor and began to undo his pants. “It's time to fuck.”

* * *

Brendon couldn't move. His legs had lost all feeling, and breathing at that moment was so overrated but so necessary at the same time. He thought for sure that his vision had blacked out. But he continued to keep his eyes closed and took deep, controlled breaths, trying to regain some composure.

“Shh,” Ryan whispered in his ear as he pulled off his shirt, his long, nimble fingers playing over his skin. “You looked breathtaking.”

“Really?” Brendon managed to choke out, smiling at the feeling of Ryan placing small, chaste kisses on his shoulder, collarbone and neck.

“Yes,” Ryan murmured. He continued to kiss him softly, briefly over his lips, cheekbone and onto his eyes. “Open your eyes,” he commanded softly.

Brendon almost told him he couldn't, that he was pretty much blinded by sheer lust, but his eyelids found themselves back into the old routine, and he fluttered them open almost instantly. His vision was greeted with Ryan's warm smile, and he smiled back happily. A chuckle from the side made him avert his gaze as he peered over to Spencer and Jon undressing themselves and kissing each other hungrily.

Brendon felt frozen again, his muscles unable to cooperate. They kissed like it was nothing that they'd rather be doing, throwing all caution to the wind and thrusting at each other in an endless battle. Ryan didn't kiss like that, he kissed soft and languid and methodically. But Spencer... Spencer was everywhere and together all at once and Brendon found that absolutely fascinating.

When Jon pulled back, he chuckled and rested his forehead against Spencer's. “I love you,” he whispered against the other man's lips, to which he smiled and requited the expression.

Brendon was speechless.

Jon turned and looked over at Brendon and Ryan, a soft smirk on his face. “C'mere,” he whispered to them, lifting his hand as an invitation. Brendon felt Ryan wrap his hand around his wrist, and when Brendon looked over at him, he looked entranced. It was as though he was under a spell, and all he wanted was to be with them.

As they got closer, Spencer reached up and cupped Brendon's face, leaning over and kissing him softly, and it made Brendon's knees feel like jelly. Spencer grazed his tongue over Brendon's bottom lip, lapping it inside of his mouth and gently biting on it. Brendon let out a shuddered sigh when he pulled back and gave a sultry smile.

“I wanna fuck you,” he whispered while placing kisses across Brendon's jaw, nibbling softly. “I want to fuck you and let Ryan make you come.”

“Oh god,” Brendon breathed, and he fluttered his eyes shut as Spencer tugged at his ear lobe.

“You'd look so perfect on your knees gasping as I slide in. I'd start real slow, but then I'd pick up just as quickly and fuck you harder,” Spencer continued, his canter even. “Don't you think so?”

“Yeah,” Brendon agreed, his voice coming out more strangled than he wanted.

Spencer chuckled, and as Brendon opened his eyes, he saw the seriousness in his gaze. “Let's get you on the bed, then.”

Brendon continued to walk with Spencer's guidance. When they reached the bed, Spencer splayed his hands over Brendon's hips, flushing from behind.

“Now,” he commanded.

Brendon crawled onto the bed, and it was then, sprawled out on all fours, that he realized how naked he actually was. He could feel the bed dip as Spencer came up from behind, his palms rubbing over his warm skin. The touch was soothing, and Brendon enjoyed the feeling. He wasn't, however, expecting the small smack on his ass, and he yelped when the sting spread over the sensitive area.

“God, you're hot,” Spencer commented, his voice breathless.

“Yes, he is,” Jon hummed with a nod. “Don't you think so, Ryan?”

Ryan was standing at the other side of the bed, his eyes heavy with want, and he nodded slowly. Brendon watched as Jon curled a finger underneath Ryan's chin, tilting it towards him. Although Ryan was taller, Jon still had full control, and it was an interesting sight to see. Brendon smiled as Jon began to kiss Ryan softly and patiently, seeing him melt against the feeling.

Spencer must have been anything but patient. Brendon could feel movement from behind, but his gaze fixated on Ryan and Jon kissing. He couldn't stop looking at the way Jon's hands rubbed up and down Ryan's chest and over his jutting hipbones. He kept watching as Jon's fingers combed over the hair at the base of Ryan's cock, grabbing at it lazily, and began small even strokes.

Brendon continued to look at them until he felt Spencer spread him accompanied by a wet sensation filling at one point. He let out a sharp gasp, his eyes fluttering shut, and cursed a small “shit” against the heated air. Brendon was sure Spencer was grinning, but he couldn't tell because he continued to lap his tongue over his entrance, dipping in further, and the feeling was sensational. Jon pulled back, his eyes trailing over Ryan's face, his palm cupping the side and his thumb grazing against his cheekbone.

“Come on,” Jon said, his voice gentle and warm. “He's waiting for you.”

Brendon watched as Ryan climbed on, feeling the bed dip again, and Ryan was there, right, there near him. He was warm and smiling and fucking gorgeous. Brendon leaned forward to rest his forehead against Ryan's shoulder.

“God, Ryan,” he whimpered, as Spencer continued to lick faster. “God it feels, this feels, fucking, ah, amazing. His tongue, Ry, his tongue,” Brendon babbled incoherently.

Ryan let out a long breath, and Brendon felt him nod and bit his lip as Spencer pulled back. He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder as the other man pulled out the bedside drawer and reached for a handful of condoms and lube.

“Get ready, gentlemen,” Spencer drawled with a catlike grin. “The fun is about to begin.”

And Brendon was ready. He was so fucking ready.

* * *

Spencer didn't hesitate any longer. He grabbed the lube and began to pour an ample amount on his fingertips and slicked them carefully. He moved closer, using his free hand to rest on Brendon's hip and the other to guide one finger inside.

Brendon shuddered underneath him, and fuck, he felt so good around his finger. It was going to be fucking amazing having him around his cock. He continued a slow pace until he placed two fingers inside and began to finger fuck him harder. Brendon let out sharp, higher-pitched moans, and the noises did wonders for Spencer. It shook inside of him, rattled him in a way he had never felt before, but he loved it and wanted more of it.

As he continued to curl his finger inside of Brendon, Spencer looked over at Jon as he reached over and began to do the same as Spencer. Spencer trailed his hand over Ryan's face as Jon pushed inside of him slowly. Jon's fingers were certainly not as thin and long as Spencer's, and Spencer's chest ached briefly for the stretch his fingers gave. But the thought soon diminished when he heard Brendon let out a choked cry and arched his back, small beads of sweat forming.

“Ready?” Spencer asked. He knew the answer; he just wanted to hear it.

“Fuck yes,” Brendon gasped, “Yes. Yes, please.”

Spencer nodded and grabbed for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. When he began to roll it over his hard cock (which was begging for attention, and finally, finally, it was going to be getting what it wanted), he heard Jon's chuckle.

Spencer looked up and raised an eyebrow. “What are you laughing at?” he drawled.

“Your impatience,” Jon commented, pulling his fingers out of Ryan who let out a small, almost inaudible whimper at the loss.

Spencer almost said something but decided not to, especially since he had Brendon spread wide and stretched waiting for him, and yeah, who the hell needs or wants patience when you have this? He grabbed for the lube once more, pouring more over his cock before gripping Brendon's hip. He used his free hand to hold onto the base of his cock, slowly teasing at Brendon's entrance.

Brendon continued to shiver underneath him, and he could just feel him begging for it. The sight almost made him come alone. Spencer muttered something along the lines of “fuck it” and pushed inside, the slow, continuous moan gripping against Brendon's vocals and into the air.

“Oh fuck, shit, fuck,” he gasped, and Spencer felt his chest burn at the sound, the feeling, and “fuck” was the right word.

Spencer waited as Jon entered Ryan with more finesse. That was the difference between Spencer and Jon. Jon liked to be soft and gentle and to caress. Spencer liked to push and sweat and shudder against skin. Together, it worked well for them, but the look on Ryan's face gave away how much he loved it too. His eyes fluttered shut, and a smile spread over his face, and Spencer knew he was enjoying the feeling of Jon's cock stretching the fuck out of him.

“Tell me,” Brendon begged to Ryan, and the sound of his voice, the way it just bled ecstasy and sex and want, made Spencer move his hips involuntarily. “I want to hear your voice, Ryan.”

“Oh god,” Ryan whimpered, his head lifting to the ceiling, eyes remaining closed. “It feels fucking amazing, Bren.”

“Look at me, Ry,” Brendon commanded. Spencer watched as Brendon's body began to move with his hips, and fuck, it was hot. Ryan fluttered his eyes open and looked at Brendon and smiled. “He's fucking me so good right now,” Brendon continued, “and he's moving just right and perfect and ohfuckyeahSpencer,” Brendon gasped, his head leaning down as Spencer moved faster.

“Faster,” Brendon whimpered the request, and Ryan looked up at Spencer's, his eyes blinking slowly as Jon increased speed and nodded an agreement to Brendon's command. Spencer continued to pick up the pace, grabbing the back of Brendon's neck and holding on, the slickness of sweat resting in his palm.

The feeling was beyond unreal: the double-tapping sound of skin on skin, Brendon's commands and cries, and Ryan speaking softly to Brendon. Spencer looked over at Jon and noticed him watching him, watching as he carded his hand through Brendon's hair and grabbing at the base of his neck. Spencer smiled and closed his eyes, biting his lip as he groaned when he pushed as deep as he could go.

“Ryan, oh Ryan, he's got, oh yeah, he's, right there Spencer, don't stop, please,” Brendon begged, and Spencer's eyes flashed open as he watched Brendon wrap his hand around Ryan's neck, his mouth opening and tongue flicking out to meet Ryan's in the middle. They weren't full-fledged kissing; they were just exchanging fluids between each other. Spencer moved Brendon just right to make their mouths connected properly. Ryan deepened the kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as he swallowed Brendon’s groan.

They were kissing as though there wasn't anything else they could be doing, and even as Jon and Spencer fucked them, they were sharing it together, and that, Spencer thought, was the most amazing sight ever.

* * *

Spencer let out a strangled moan as he came, making Ryan pull back from the kiss and look up at his face. Brendon buried his face inside of the crook of Ryan's neck, the heat of his breath making him dizzy. It was then that Jon began to pick up the pace, fast and hard, and Ryan's body shook with the movements. He let out succinct cries of pleasure as his mouth went slack.

Jon came soon after, his body almost collapsing on top of Ryan but instead darting to the top of the bed where Spencer laid. Ryan looked over and watched as Jon removed the condom and tossed it into the waste bin next to the bed, a smile on his face.

“That was fucking incredible,” he whispered, the soft glow of light reflecting off of the sweat on his skin.

Brendon couldn't move for a second, his body feeling tense and relaxed all at the same time. He felt the need, the urge of release, all of the blood in his body going to one central location. Squeezing his eyes shut, Brendon regained his ability to breathe properly without actually having to strain too much and lifted his heavy head. His eyes were almost closed, he could barely see past them, but he had to look at Ryan.

“Ry,” Brendon whimpered, and Ryan's focus suddenly turned to Brendon's face, his eyes lustily heavy, and fuck, he was ready to get off. “Ryan, I want you to touch me. Now.”

Ryan's eyes were fixated on him, and he could see his eyes were filled with lustwantheatBrendon. Brendon crawled closer to him, lifting himself onto his knees and pulling Ryan up with him.

“I want to feel you,” he said in a low voice. “I want to watch you come undone in front of me.”

* * *

Jon settled back onto the bed, his breathing rapid. His hand searched for a moment, finding Spencer's and laced their fingers together. Ryan and Brendon were occupying themselves, gathering on their knees, hands all over their sweaty bodies and touching each other as though it were the first time.

The sigh was almost too much to bear, and Jon's chest began to burn and tighten when the couple began to kiss passionately. Brendon's hand trailed down Ryan's stomach, grabbing firmly onto his cock, and slowly began stroking it. Ryan's back arched at the touch, his neck going slack and hands gripping at Brendon's shoulders as a long, strangled moan escaped from the confines of his throat.

“Wow,” Spencer breathed, and Jon squeezed his hand in return of agreement. They were amazing lovers, both could attest to that, but together, together, they were almost timeless.

“Ry, look at me,” Brendon breathed, his voice low and manly. He threaded the back of Ryan's hair, massaging his neck to coax him back to reality, and it worked perfectly. Ryan tilted his head to an even posture, and Brendon smiled, continuing to whisper to him.

“Hi,” he grinned, and Ryan's eyes were so heavy that Jon wondered how he could see out of them. Jon noticed the lusty cloud, but his eyes trailed at the movement of his muscles as Brendon continued to jerk him off and speak to him. “Touch me, Ry,” Brendon commanded in an almost begging tone. “I want to come with you.”

Ryan nodded, reaching out and grabbing Brendon's cock abrasively, and Brendon automatically gasped at the contact. Jon watched his eyes slam shut, and a smile spread across his face as he continued to take sharp breaths.

“Yeah, that's it,” he continued, their hands moving in sync with each other. “That feels so fucking good, Ry,” he choked, his eyes flapping open and looking at Ryan, that fucking grin that just bleeds pure ecstasy warming over his face. He continued to speak silently, moaning and furrowing his eyebrows in pleasure, and nodded when they both began to pick up the pace.

Brendon and Ryan came at the same time, both men letting out a mixture of groans that were completely different and yet breathtaking at the same time. Brendon's was more high pitched and uncontrolled while Ryan's resonated small, tight gasps and shuddered breath. When they were fully spent, they opened their eyes and stared at each other in awe.

Ryan carded his hand through Brendon's hair, and Brendon keened at the touch, purring and tilting his head, Ryan's eyes never leaving Brendon's.

“Thank you,” Brendon whispered sincerely, and the ache was back in Jon's chest again. The feeling, the sincerity, the want to hold and touch Brendon, to feel his skin against his lips. It was all there at once and heavy, and fuck, he wanted it.

“You're welcome,” Ryan smiled, and it was a full smile, one without reservations or fear. Jon concluded that he liked it when Ryan smiled, and he wanted to make him smile like that all of the time.

Spencer gathered himself up on the bed and began to crawl over to the other men, his hands reaching out and tracing along their jaws and lips. “You two were...” he trailed off at a loss for words. Jon had never seen Spencer speechless over a couple, and he knew right then that something was different about them. Something was different when they were all together.

Jon felt it too.

* * *

Everyone cleaned up and got dressed (albeit sloppily but none of the parties cared at this point), their hair mussed, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. As they began to descend the stairs to exit, Ryan reached out and grabbed for Brendon's hand and at the same time felt Spencer reach for his.

Ryan paused and looked up with somewhat wide eyes, but a small smile spread on his face as he noticed the sincerity of Spencer's gaze. Spencer raised both of his eyebrows for permission, and Ryan nodded, lacing his fingers in between Spencer's instead. When he looked back to Brendon, he noticed that Jon had done the same, the two a couple of stairs ahead of him.

No one said anything as they walked through the somewhat empty house. Everyone was gathering around to go home, having had the time of their lives and ready for the weekend ahead of them. Ryan felt different. He felt freed somehow, and he liked the feeling. He liked it a lot.

“So,” Spencer said as Ryan waited for Brendon to grab their coats.

Ryan laughed lightly and shrugged. “So,” he repeated. Their hands were still clasped. He was going to say something along the lines of “Thanks for the wonderful time,” but his thoughts were cut off as Spencer leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. It wasn't sensual or hungry, but soft and gentle. Ryan smiled into the kiss and returned the light pressure with a happy sigh.

When Spencer pulled back, he looked over his shoulder, and Ryan turned around to see Jon whispering something in Brendon's ear, leaving a kiss very similar to the one Spencer gave him. Ryan could see Brendon's cheeks flush a little when Jon whispered something in his ear, biting his bottom lip with a chuckle and nodded, his eyes fixated on the jackets on his arms. A warm feeling spread through Ryan's limbs at the sight, happy that Brendon was getting acquainted with Jon like he had.

Jon turned around and placed a hand on the small of Brendon's back, looking at Spencer with a raised eyebrow. “What are you guys doing this weekend?” Jon asked slowly.

Brendon's head jerked up quickly, his face surprised. “Nothing... Why?”

“Well,” Spencer began, and everyone’s gaze switched to focus on him. “Well, the thing is, we throw these parties monthly, and we're not too sure we want to wait around for you two that long.”

“You--You mean, you--” Ryan sputtered. He couldn't believe what he’d heard. He didn't know that they actually partied with the hosts.

Spencer chuckled, rubbing a hand across Ryan's back. “Yes. This is our place. Well, correction, Jon's grandmother's mansion.” He leaned forward to whisper loudly, “She left it to him in her will.”

Jon shrugged dismissively. “Gotta put some use to it, right?”

Everyone laughed comfortably, and Spencer perked his eyebrows up at Ryan. “What do you say? Come by tomorrow afternoon? Maybe...” His eyes trailed over Ryan again, and Ryan felt the tightness in his throat that he had earlier when Spencer looked at him like that. Like he wanted nothing else but to touch every part of his body and lick all of his skin. “We can get better acquainted, yeah?”

Ryan smiled with a nod. “Definitely.”

He was definitely up for that.