Baby Don't Go - Dos/Tres
Summary: Brendon starts to wonder who Ryan loves more, him or his job...
Rating: Ehh. PG-13ish...
Pairing: Classic...
POV: Thirdish, Ryan mostly.
Disclaimer: Ugh. Faker Than My Love For Tofu.
Author Notes: End.
Previous Parts: Uno.
Part Two - Stay.
It's a Sunday that Ryan is scheduled to fly home to LV. He has an array of things planned for the day he would come home, things for him and Brendon to do of course. He even has something to ask and he can hardly wait.
Ryan's on break on the night before and he wanted to talk to Brendon. He calls him from the airport he has to depart from in hour's time.
It rings twelve times and then the answering machine picks up. Ryan doesn't wait for the beep and hangs up. He takes a deep breath and then redials.
This time it rings six times and he feels a slight ache in his stomach. "Hello?" answers a breathless tired sounding Brendon.
"Hey," Ryan answers slightly relieved but still a little upset. Really, he feels silly for being like this. For being upset with Brendon just because he didn't answer his first phone call and it took him forever to answer the second one.
"Ry?" questions Brendon.
"Yeah, It's me. Are you busy? I can call back," Ryan informs him somewhat cold.
"Ry, what the hell," Brendon chuckles, "you know very damn well that I am not busy." Ryan feels a little silly again.
"Sorry . . . I just uhm . . . Never mind. So what wer-are you doing?" Ryan asks, his curiosity obviously getting the best of him.
"Ry," Brendon lets out an aggravated sigh. "I was showering. That's all. What's wrong with yoooou?" Brendon says while he yawns into the phone.
Ryan was somewhat glad that Brendon wasn't in front of him that second, only because he would have seen his reddened cheeks caused his embarrassment. "I don't know. I'm sorry. Did you finish showering though? I can wait and call back," he asks now feeling bad.
Brendon chuckles again, "No, that's ok. I did finish my shower, hence why I didn't answer your first phone call."
"Oh," Ryan says and Brendon laughs again.
"So . . . how long before your next flight?" Brendon questions already knowing their awkward phone calls can't last forever.
"Now, it's a half an hour," Ryan says looking at the clock on the flight screen at the terminal.
"Where are you now?" Brendon asks walking into their bed room and laying face down on the soft bed.
"In Omaha, Nebraska actually. This ones always so calm," Ryan tells him. "Anyway Bren, baby I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I am so glad I am coming home. Goodness I miss you."
"I know Hun, me too. Oh god how I've missed you. Tomorrow, though but not soon enough," Brendon says not really knowing whether to be excited that he's coming home tomorrow or be anxious that he has to wait until tomorrow.
"So, what. It's only a few hours. Then it'll be you and me. In our apartment doing things that we really shouldn't . . . ," Ryan says trailing of in his thoughts.
Brendon laughs, "Right. Like playing Guitar Hero III?"
"Nooooo. God Brendon, you actually play that thing more than I do," Ryan says in his defense. "I know," Brendon says cheekily, obviously shameless.
"You're such a weenie," Brendon lets out and Ryan laughs. "How did you know I was gonna call you a weenie?" Ryan asks not really surprised by his predictability. "But you're my Weenie," Brendon says ignoring Ryan's question and finishing the familiar saying.
Ryan laughs, "I guess I should feel lame right about now, right?" Brendon smiles into the phone before answering, "Yeah, but you're my Lame."
-
Today's starting out really boring, Ryan thinks, But at least I get to see Bren later and then . . .
Ryan gets a call very similar to the call he gets reminding him that he is on schedule to fly out in a few days. However, this call was slightly but gravely different.
"Pilot Ryan?" the man on the line didn't even wait for a confirmation before continuing, "This is Pilot Rilo Waller, I work for -"
"Delta Airlines, sir. I know who you are. What can I do for you?" Ryan asks somewhat apprehensively.
"Ok then. Well I see that you're off for the next four weeks for Delta. Is this correct?" Rilo pauses briefly and Ryan senses where this is heading.
"Yes, sir, that is correct," Ryan tells him. He can hear the patter of keys being pushed and he sighs. "Right, well. We had a termination of a Pilot three days ago. It seems we are not nearly as organized as we should be, as no one has bothered redistributing the flights of the old pilot's schedule. We now have two weeks of flights without a corresponding pilot," again he pauses.
"We summoning you to take over Pilot Lawry's no longer active schedule," Rilo finally concludes.
"Shit," Ryan mutters under his breath, obviously not quietly enough. "Excuse me?" Rilo asks curiously.
Can't someone else do it?, Ryan thinks.
In an almost whine like tone Ryan voices, "Can't someone else do it," immediately Rilo answers hastily, "Are you declining?"
"No sir," Ryan answers quickly and feels his throat going dry as he answers, "I-I have some plans for the next few days. I've been flying close to nonstop for the past three weeks, I don't think it's a wise choice for me to accept . . . "
The line is silent except for the background noise and their breathing.
"When is my first flight?" Ryan asks defeated. "Today at 7:40 p.m.. I'll fax you the schedule and enroute immediately," the pilot tells him in a rushed tone. "Ok," is all Ryan can answer back.
"Sorry for any inconvenience Pilot. Have a nice day," the pilot says then he instantly clicks off. Sure you are, Ryan thinks, asshole.
-
The day went on pretty much the same, everything going completely wrong for Ryan. At two o'clock he would be flying back to Las Vegas but leaving all too soon. He would only be able to go home for about an hour and he had yet to tell Brendon his news.
-
"Heeyy!" Brendon greets Ryan with a wide smile across his face at the terminal thirty minutes after everyone had already exited the plane.
"Hey Bren." Ryan says wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as he breathes in Brendon's scent. He smells as usual, clean, but there is something about his scent that is only Brendon.
"Let's go hooommme," Brendon says enthusiastically but Ryan hesitates before agreeing. He walks through the airport clutching onto Brendon's hand.
"Can I drive?" Ryan asks suddenly scared of Brendon driving when he hears he has to leave again. "Sure," Brendon says without a clue.
Ryan gets into the driver's side and Brendon into the passenger's. Once inside Brendon leans over and brings his right hand behind Ryan's head and pulls Ryan closer. Ryan leans over as well, meeting Brendon's gesture with a long-awaited kiss.
Brendon pulls Ryan's lip between his teeth and gently nibbles. Ryan smiles into the kiss. "Mmm Bren," Ryan moans out and Brendon smirks. Brendon pulls back and says, "Let's get going then." This only causes Ryan to sigh but he starts the car and begins to pull out.
During the drive Ryan wonders how he is going to break the news as genially as possible to Brendon. If that is even possible.
Maybe I should wait 'til I get home.
"Ry?" Brendon says for the second time, but unaware, Ryan doesn't even hear him.
"Ryan?!" Brendon yells out.
"Huh?" Ryan glances over at Brendon completely oblivious. Brendon has an almost hurt yet pissed off expression on his face.
"Ryan, what the hell? Are you ok? You haven't said anything since we've left the airport. I had to yell out your name in order for you to hear me, or was it to acknowledge me?"
Ryan feels like shit. He wasn't even aware he had been seemingly ignoring Brendon.
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking is all," Ryan explains lamely.
"Yea, well don't hurt yourself," Brendon says not very content. Ryan pulls up to their apartment complex and parks. Brendon gets out and slams the door still a little upset.
This isn't going to go well, Ryan thinks.
-
"Gee, Ryan! Why couldn't you tell them 'No'?!" Brendon's yelling is enough to make Ryan cringe.
"Because Brendon. It's my job. You swear I want to get fired!" he bellows back at Brendon. He should know by now his job expect him to do what they ask, when they ask.
"But you just got back. So what if they fire you! I mean, you could find another job at another airline!"
"You know how hard that would be," Ryan tells him but it just causes Brendon to give another eye roll.
"You still could have told them you couldn't do it!"
"I...," Ryan starts to say, but he figures nothing he says is going to make Brendon happy. No answer, no excuse, nothing. So he continues packing.
"You what?" he looks at Ryan expectantly but Ryan just shakes his head. "God, Ry. I am sick of this!" Brendon says and he feels like crying now.
"You're sick of me?" Ryan says raising his voice but his face expresses hurt not anger.
"No, but I am sick of not being able to be with you all the time!" Brendon corrects and he sits on the edge of the bed and places his head in his hands.
"It really sucks not being with you when I love you so damn much Ry," he says looking straight at Ryan no longer yelling.
Ryan stops packing again and turns toward Brendon. "Brendon, I know. You know I love you too, so much. But-" Ryan tells him walking over to him but Brendon raises his hand and Ryan stops in his tracks.
Brendon shakes his head. "Yea," he says and stands up from the bed and starts walking toward the door. He turns to Ryan, "But, you obviously love your job more." With that he walks out of the room and soon after Ryan can hear the front door being slammed shut.
Shit, Ryan thinks, what can I do?
-next part-
A/N: Sorry I took forever to write this, three main reasons; 1) I don't feel good lately, 2) I had nothing to write with (oddly) and 3) I know that I suck and wanted to make at least worth reading (even though it still might not be).
I just pretty much stretched this out into like a three-shot type of thing. But yea, hope you enjoy it.
oh and I'm a big fan of CON-CRIT, hint-hint . . .
Rating: Ehh. PG-13ish...
Pairing: Classic...
POV: Thirdish, Ryan mostly.
Disclaimer: Ugh. Faker Than My Love For Tofu.
Author Notes: End.
Previous Parts: Uno.
Part Two - Stay.
It's a Sunday that Ryan is scheduled to fly home to LV. He has an array of things planned for the day he would come home, things for him and Brendon to do of course. He even has something to ask and he can hardly wait.
Ryan's on break on the night before and he wanted to talk to Brendon. He calls him from the airport he has to depart from in hour's time.
It rings twelve times and then the answering machine picks up. Ryan doesn't wait for the beep and hangs up. He takes a deep breath and then redials.
This time it rings six times and he feels a slight ache in his stomach. "Hello?" answers a breathless tired sounding Brendon.
"Hey," Ryan answers slightly relieved but still a little upset. Really, he feels silly for being like this. For being upset with Brendon just because he didn't answer his first phone call and it took him forever to answer the second one.
"Ry?" questions Brendon.
"Yeah, It's me. Are you busy? I can call back," Ryan informs him somewhat cold.
"Ry, what the hell," Brendon chuckles, "you know very damn well that I am not busy." Ryan feels a little silly again.
"Sorry . . . I just uhm . . . Never mind. So what wer-are you doing?" Ryan asks, his curiosity obviously getting the best of him.
"Ry," Brendon lets out an aggravated sigh. "I was showering. That's all. What's wrong with yoooou?" Brendon says while he yawns into the phone.
Ryan was somewhat glad that Brendon wasn't in front of him that second, only because he would have seen his reddened cheeks caused his embarrassment. "I don't know. I'm sorry. Did you finish showering though? I can wait and call back," he asks now feeling bad.
Brendon chuckles again, "No, that's ok. I did finish my shower, hence why I didn't answer your first phone call."
"Oh," Ryan says and Brendon laughs again.
"So . . . how long before your next flight?" Brendon questions already knowing their awkward phone calls can't last forever.
"Now, it's a half an hour," Ryan says looking at the clock on the flight screen at the terminal.
"Where are you now?" Brendon asks walking into their bed room and laying face down on the soft bed.
"In Omaha, Nebraska actually. This ones always so calm," Ryan tells him. "Anyway Bren, baby I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I am so glad I am coming home. Goodness I miss you."
"I know Hun, me too. Oh god how I've missed you. Tomorrow, though but not soon enough," Brendon says not really knowing whether to be excited that he's coming home tomorrow or be anxious that he has to wait until tomorrow.
"So, what. It's only a few hours. Then it'll be you and me. In our apartment doing things that we really shouldn't . . . ," Ryan says trailing of in his thoughts.
Brendon laughs, "Right. Like playing Guitar Hero III?"
"Nooooo. God Brendon, you actually play that thing more than I do," Ryan says in his defense. "I know," Brendon says cheekily, obviously shameless.
"You're such a weenie," Brendon lets out and Ryan laughs. "How did you know I was gonna call you a weenie?" Ryan asks not really surprised by his predictability. "But you're my Weenie," Brendon says ignoring Ryan's question and finishing the familiar saying.
Ryan laughs, "I guess I should feel lame right about now, right?" Brendon smiles into the phone before answering, "Yeah, but you're my Lame."
-
Today's starting out really boring, Ryan thinks, But at least I get to see Bren later and then . . .
Ryan gets a call very similar to the call he gets reminding him that he is on schedule to fly out in a few days. However, this call was slightly but gravely different.
"Pilot Ryan?" the man on the line didn't even wait for a confirmation before continuing, "This is Pilot Rilo Waller, I work for -"
"Delta Airlines, sir. I know who you are. What can I do for you?" Ryan asks somewhat apprehensively.
"Ok then. Well I see that you're off for the next four weeks for Delta. Is this correct?" Rilo pauses briefly and Ryan senses where this is heading.
"Yes, sir, that is correct," Ryan tells him. He can hear the patter of keys being pushed and he sighs. "Right, well. We had a termination of a Pilot three days ago. It seems we are not nearly as organized as we should be, as no one has bothered redistributing the flights of the old pilot's schedule. We now have two weeks of flights without a corresponding pilot," again he pauses.
"We summoning you to take over Pilot Lawry's no longer active schedule," Rilo finally concludes.
"Shit," Ryan mutters under his breath, obviously not quietly enough. "Excuse me?" Rilo asks curiously.
Can't someone else do it?, Ryan thinks.
In an almost whine like tone Ryan voices, "Can't someone else do it," immediately Rilo answers hastily, "Are you declining?"
"No sir," Ryan answers quickly and feels his throat going dry as he answers, "I-I have some plans for the next few days. I've been flying close to nonstop for the past three weeks, I don't think it's a wise choice for me to accept . . . "
The line is silent except for the background noise and their breathing.
"When is my first flight?" Ryan asks defeated. "Today at 7:40 p.m.. I'll fax you the schedule and enroute immediately," the pilot tells him in a rushed tone. "Ok," is all Ryan can answer back.
"Sorry for any inconvenience Pilot. Have a nice day," the pilot says then he instantly clicks off. Sure you are, Ryan thinks, asshole.
-
The day went on pretty much the same, everything going completely wrong for Ryan. At two o'clock he would be flying back to Las Vegas but leaving all too soon. He would only be able to go home for about an hour and he had yet to tell Brendon his news.
-
"Heeyy!" Brendon greets Ryan with a wide smile across his face at the terminal thirty minutes after everyone had already exited the plane.
"Hey Bren." Ryan says wrapping his arms around his boyfriend as he breathes in Brendon's scent. He smells as usual, clean, but there is something about his scent that is only Brendon.
"Let's go hooommme," Brendon says enthusiastically but Ryan hesitates before agreeing. He walks through the airport clutching onto Brendon's hand.
"Can I drive?" Ryan asks suddenly scared of Brendon driving when he hears he has to leave again. "Sure," Brendon says without a clue.
Ryan gets into the driver's side and Brendon into the passenger's. Once inside Brendon leans over and brings his right hand behind Ryan's head and pulls Ryan closer. Ryan leans over as well, meeting Brendon's gesture with a long-awaited kiss.
Brendon pulls Ryan's lip between his teeth and gently nibbles. Ryan smiles into the kiss. "Mmm Bren," Ryan moans out and Brendon smirks. Brendon pulls back and says, "Let's get going then." This only causes Ryan to sigh but he starts the car and begins to pull out.
During the drive Ryan wonders how he is going to break the news as genially as possible to Brendon. If that is even possible.
Maybe I should wait 'til I get home.
"Ry?" Brendon says for the second time, but unaware, Ryan doesn't even hear him.
"Ryan?!" Brendon yells out.
"Huh?" Ryan glances over at Brendon completely oblivious. Brendon has an almost hurt yet pissed off expression on his face.
"Ryan, what the hell? Are you ok? You haven't said anything since we've left the airport. I had to yell out your name in order for you to hear me, or was it to acknowledge me?"
Ryan feels like shit. He wasn't even aware he had been seemingly ignoring Brendon.
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking is all," Ryan explains lamely.
"Yea, well don't hurt yourself," Brendon says not very content. Ryan pulls up to their apartment complex and parks. Brendon gets out and slams the door still a little upset.
This isn't going to go well, Ryan thinks.
-
"Gee, Ryan! Why couldn't you tell them 'No'?!" Brendon's yelling is enough to make Ryan cringe.
"Because Brendon. It's my job. You swear I want to get fired!" he bellows back at Brendon. He should know by now his job expect him to do what they ask, when they ask.
"But you just got back. So what if they fire you! I mean, you could find another job at another airline!"
"You know how hard that would be," Ryan tells him but it just causes Brendon to give another eye roll.
"You still could have told them you couldn't do it!"
"I...," Ryan starts to say, but he figures nothing he says is going to make Brendon happy. No answer, no excuse, nothing. So he continues packing.
"You what?" he looks at Ryan expectantly but Ryan just shakes his head. "God, Ry. I am sick of this!" Brendon says and he feels like crying now.
"You're sick of me?" Ryan says raising his voice but his face expresses hurt not anger.
"No, but I am sick of not being able to be with you all the time!" Brendon corrects and he sits on the edge of the bed and places his head in his hands.
"It really sucks not being with you when I love you so damn much Ry," he says looking straight at Ryan no longer yelling.
Ryan stops packing again and turns toward Brendon. "Brendon, I know. You know I love you too, so much. But-" Ryan tells him walking over to him but Brendon raises his hand and Ryan stops in his tracks.
Brendon shakes his head. "Yea," he says and stands up from the bed and starts walking toward the door. He turns to Ryan, "But, you obviously love your job more." With that he walks out of the room and soon after Ryan can hear the front door being slammed shut.
Shit, Ryan thinks, what can I do?
-next part-
A/N: Sorry I took forever to write this, three main reasons; 1) I don't feel good lately, 2) I had nothing to write with (oddly) and 3) I know that I suck and wanted to make at least worth reading (even though it still might not be).
I just pretty much stretched this out into like a three-shot type of thing. But yea, hope you enjoy it.
oh and I'm a big fan of CON-CRIT, hint-hint . . .