Two Weeks In Hawaii [4b/14 + Epilogue]
Title: Two Weeks In Hawaii [4b/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: “So can I get you anything?” he turned towards Ryan.
Of course Ryan’s mind had two different responses.
“No, I’m good.” He gave a small smile, the reasonable side of his brain winning. Brendon tried not to let his expression fall to the slight disappointment he felt, glancing between the screen of the television and Ryan; lips pressed firmly together to keep from drooling at the way the setting sun nearly made Ryan’s pale skin glow beautifully. He moved a little closer to Ryan who noticed but didn’t take his eyes off the television.
Anyone could sense the tension between the two.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Divided into 2 parts due to length.
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three
<-- Part One
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“Ryan…” a soft voice drifted to Ryan’s subconscious, slowly dissolving that bridge between reality and sleep. “Hey Ryan;” He felt his body being lightly shaken, groaning as someone decided to wake him up. “Ryan…” Ryan continued to whine as he came back to reality, turning away from the voice and yawning. Ryan’s eyes slowly opened, a scream escaping his throat as his vision cleared, falling off the bed to the floor. “Shit; Ryan! Are you okay?” Brendon got onto the bed and looked over the other side down to Ryan.
“W-what are you doing here?” Ryan asked, rubbing his head and eyes shut again.
“It’s three. We had a deal.” Brendon smiled, sitting on the mattress on his knees. “Spencer met me in the lobby then gave me the key to your room while he and Jon went for a walk.” Ryan silently sighed. Of course. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Ryan said, removing his hand from his head. “Just…wasn’t expecting you.”
“I gathered that much.” Brendon smirked, sitting with back straight. “You’re uh, towel came undone.” Ryan’s eyes snapped open again as he lifted his head, eyes widening and face instantly turning red. His towel had indeed come undone; sprawled beneath him like a carpet.
“Fuck!” Ryan hissed, hands instantly flying down to cover himself. “I’m sorry.” he apologized to Brendon, sitting up and laying his head on the bed, probably the most embarrassed he’s ever been in his life.
“It’s ok,” Brendon said with traces of laughter in his voice as he looked around the room. “So, uh, I’ll meet you in the lobby in five?” he asked, sensing that Ryan was really uncomfortable with the situation.
“Yeah; five.” Ryan nodded against the bed spread, fumbling with the towel beneath him to drape it over his waist.
“Don’t wear anything too hot or tight if you already get sick easily on boats,” Brendon said, sliding off the bed again.
“Yep.” Ryan replied, not realizing he was holding his breath until the door shut and he let it all out. He got up and re-did his towel, going to his suitcase to find something to wear. Ryan couldn’t believe Brendon had seen him naked like that. He didn’t even like his best friends seeing him naked. The only person that had was Pete and that was just a mistake in itself.
But Ryan wasn’t going to think about Pete anymore though.
He grabbed some jeans and a plain white shirt along with a brown vest, pulling them all on after finding some boxers. Ryan went into the bathroom and brushed through his hair, making sure his eyes weren’t red or irritated anymore from having cried earlier. He almost didn’t want to go back to Brendon because he was embarrassed, but he wanted to be with Brendon at the same time because overall, Ryan was more relaxed around the man. So he checked himself over one last time before leaving his room, figuring Spencer had his phone when he didn’t see it sitting anywhere. It’s not like Brendon hadn’t seen the male anatomy before; his body is pretty much the same as Ryan’s. It was that Brendon had never seen Ryan’s body before.
But Brendon didn’t seem all that upset about it. That’s probably what embarrassed Ryan the most.
The walk from his room to the lobby was very short and Ryan saw Brendon off to the side on his own phone, a smile on his face as he talked to whoever was on the other end. His eyes were bright, sunglasses a top his head again, and while Ryan couldn’t hear what Brendon was saying, he did see the younger man’s mouth utter ‘I love you’ to whoever he was talking to. Ryan definitely didn’t feel his stomach tighten with jealousy. When Brendon spotted Ryan though he waved and was off the phone a moment later, Ryan convincing his legs to work to bring him to Brendon. “All set?” Brendon asked Ryan who had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
“Yeah.” Ryan tried not to let his voice sound bitter or angered, giving a slightly strangled smile to Brendon who didn’t seem to notice. “We have to find Jon and Spencer though.”
“They’re by the car,” Brendon said, flicking his sunglasses down again before walking towards the door, Ryan following. He held the door open for Ryan, the warm air once again hitting Ryan in the face as he stepped into the brightness. Jon and Spencer were indeed standing by Brendon’s car, well the metal deathtrap, which was parked in the drop off/pick up circle the hotel had. They both looked to Ryan with a smile, eyes saying so many things their mouths didn’t dare. “Everyone ready to go?” Brendon asked as he and Ryan reached the car.
“Yep,” Jon said, lifting the camera which hung around his neck up some. He too had sunglasses on his head, wearing his usual flip flops along with shorts and a plain shirt. Jon’s dress was similar to that of Brendon’s; only Brendon had on sandals.
“I figured it would be fun to bring you to the local dock instead of the one I have in my backyard so I brought the boat there earlier.” Brendon told them as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping.” Ryan frowned as he followed Brendon without hesitation into the vehicle, both Jon and Spencer exchanging a look before getting into the back.
“I did sleep.” Brendon shrugged, starting the car as seatbelts were done. “Just not the entire time.” he smiled, shifting it into drive and turning the wheel, pressing on the gas lightly to take them away from the hotel and onto the road. “So, what kind of music do you all like?”
“All sorts of stuff,” Spencer said from the backseat. “Big on the Beatles though.”
“No way!” Brendon’s smile grew about three fold, glancing in the rear view mirror to Spencer. “Me too!” He reached over, keeping one hand on the wheel to steady them, and opened the compartment in front of Ryan which was filled with CDs, digging around in it a bit before grabbing one and sliding it into the player. He closed the compartment and sat back up, returning his hand to the wheel, right as Here Comes the Sun began to blast from the speakers.
If Brendon got any more perfect, Ryan was going to lose it.
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The dock was lined with small little shops of the locals, containing a variety of things from dried sea creatures and memorabilia to the very comfortable family-like restaurant. “I’ll take you to Nate and Alex’s place some time,” Brendon said, leading the three along the wooden boardwalk past the shops and towards the boats all tied to the docks. “Bill said that you met them this morning.” He looked at Ryan who just nodded, eyes darting between all the quaint little shops. “Alex lives for two things; cooking and Nate.”
“They’re such a cute couple.” Spencer spoke from behind the two, fingers woven with Jon’s mainly to keep the other man from holding them up by snapping a million pictures. He noticed the longing look in Jon’s eyes, but Spencer wanted his tour first.
“They’re ridiculously easy to get along with too.” Brendon smiled, trying not to reach over and grab Ryan’s hand just to feel the man’s skin against his. “Alex is hands down the best cook in Hawaii.”
“William didn’t seem too fond of their relationship,” Ryan said as he followed Brendon. Brendon just laughed.
“He’s just being bitchy because he doesn’t have Gabe. Alex and Nate is nothing compared to William and Gabe; when you actually get them out of bed.” Ryan choked lightly because hello? Too much information. “You need sunglasses or something, Ryan?” Brendon asked, noticing that Ryan’s beautiful brown eyes were only half visible through slits made from his eyelids.
“No,” Ryan said though his eyes were hurting some from the bright sun above them. “I’ll be fine.” That didn’t convince Brendon though because he took the opportunity to grab Ryan’s hand, lacing his fingers with the other mans and pulling him off towards one of the little shops. Ryan stumbled from the sudden shift in direction, blush quickly attacking the top of his cheeks as Brendon pulled him along, definitely not holding Brendon’s hand back. Spencer stopped as he watched the two go towards the shop, giving Jon a strange look but Jon just smiled back; taking the opportunity to take some pictures.
The small shop Brendon pulled Ryan into had three walls and filled with a variety of things; from clothes to food. Brendon wove through the racks and shelves, pulling Ryan along behind him until they reached a large rack of sunglasses. “Pick something out; I’ll pay,” Brendon said, stopping and pushing Ryan towards them.
“I really don’t-“
“Don’t start, Ryan.” Brendon gave him a stern look. “The sun can do serious damage to your eyes if they’re not properly protected.”
“Well I can pay for them myself.” Ryan half frowned, turning to the rack and looking them over.
“Well I’m not going to let you.” Brendon smirked, sliding his own glasses back up to truly look Ryan in the eyes. “Trust me; it’s no big deal. Look at it as a sorry for taking you out last night or as a congratulatory gift if nothing else.” Ryan opened his mouth but closed it, biting on his lip. He couldn’t really argue with that because both are legitimate reasons to get someone a gift.
“Fine.” Ryan sighed, looking at the prices of them all to find the cheapest ones.
“Price is not how you pick glasses.” Brendon rolled his eyes, noticing what Ryan was doing. He stared at Ryan for a moment then looked at the glasses available, reaching out and removing a pair from the rack then handing them to Ryan. “Try those.” Ryan took the glasses and slid them on, his vision darkening greatly in the low-lit store. “Not quite.” Brendon chewed on his lip some as he pulled the glasses from Ryan’s face, exchanging them for a pair with white frames. Ryan ignored the fluttering in his stomach as Brendon slid those on his face, smiling brightly after. “Perfect.”
Ryan looked in the mirror available once his eyes adjusted to the change. They did look really good. “Do they fit okay?” Brendon asked Ryan because that was an important factor.
“Yeah.” Ryan nodded, taking the glasses off then turning them around in his hands. “Bren; these are way too expensive.” he frowned at the rather high price. Who would pay so much for glasses? “I’m sure there’s another pair that are cheaper.”
“You look good in those.” Brendon shrugged, grabbing them from Ryan who felt his face warm at the small compliment. “Therefore they’re the ones I’m buying.”
“Can I at least pay for half or something?” Ryan asked but Brendon shook his head, turning and heading towards the cashier. “Brendon!” he called after the man, weaving his way through the store. “They’re too much!” Seriously; who pays $35 for sunglasses? It’s stupid.
“It’s funny how you think you’re going to stop me.” Brendon amusedly replied as he laid the glasses on the counter and pulling his wallet out from his pocket. “Afternoon, Lyn.” he greeted the cashier as she ran the glasses up.
“Hello, Brendon.” she smiled back. “How’s Mia?”
“Fine.” Brendon quickly answered as Ryan reached the counter. “This is my new friend Ryan. He’s from Vegas.” Brendon introduced him. “Ryan, this is Lyn. He needed sunglasses.”
“Well aren’t you being a gentleman.” Lyn smiled, sticking the glasses into the bag. “Thirty-seven forty-two,” she said, Brendon handing her a plastic credit card. She slid it in the machine then waited for it to be processed, the receipt printing out a moment later. Lyn gave both to Brendon who signed the receipt and gave it back in exchange for the glasses which he pulled from the bag, removed the price tag, and slid on Ryan’s face again. Lyn mouthed, 'he's cute,' to Brendon, Ryan pretending he didn’t see it from the corner of his eye where the tinted glasses didn’t reach.
“Well we better get back to Jon and Spencer,” Brendon said, fingers brushing against Ryan’s face as he let go of the glasses. Ryan definitely didn’t feel a wave of satisfying shivers run through his body. Ryan nodded, hoping that his cheeks weren’t bright pink again. “See you later, Lyn.” he smiled at the cashier before taking Ryan’s hand again, Ryan about to object but keeping silent as his brain froze his mouth. Brendon led Ryan from the store and back to the boardwalk, looking around for the other two who they eventually spotted against the railing where Jon was taking pictures.
“Brendon…” Ryan eventually melted the block on his mouth.
“Hmm?” Brendon asked, using his free hand to cover his eyes with his own glasses again.
“My uh, hand,” Ryan said, Brendon giving him a confused look before his mouth forming an ‘o’ and releasing Ryan.
“Right; sorry.” Ryan saw Brendon’s cheeks tint some, making Ryan feel better. “Boat?” he suggested, Ryan quickly nodding before the two went to collect Jon and Spencer. “We all set?” Brendon asked from behind, both men turning to look towards the voice.
“Nice shades, Ross.” Spencer smirked at sight of Ryan.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, looking down towards his feet. “Brendon bought them for me.”
“It was no big deal.” Brendon shrugged with a smile. “Boat's right down there if you want to go.” Spencer’s face lit up again as he nodded, grabbing Jon and tugging him from the railing harshly. Brendon started off farther down the dock, Spencer and Jon in the middle, Ryan walking a little farther behind.
He wasn’t falling for Brendon. No way.
“Here she is.” Brendon happily announced, stopping in front of a large boat that rocked gently in the waves. “Her name is Jasmine.” Ryan bit back laughter, small giggles slipping out anyway. “Laugh all you want but Aladdin is the greatest movie ever.” Brendon pointed to Ryan.
“I didn’t say a word.” Ryan stuck his hands up in his defense.
“It’s a nice boat,” Jon said, snapping a few pictures of it while Spencer rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.
“The lower part has a bed if you don’t feel good.” Brendon told them, directing his words mainly to Ryan. He jumped from the deck to the boat, holding his hand out to the others to help them on. Spencer went first, grabbing Brendon’s hand and the wood of the small ladder to keep his balance as he got onto the boat, adjusting his clothes when he was on. Jon went next, carefully going down the steps of the wooden ladder to the boat. “Come on, Ryan. You’ll be fine.” Brendon offered his hand out.
“I hate water,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath and going down the ladder as well, losing his footing and falling backwards; into Brendon’s arms.
“Told you you would be fine,” Brendon said just loud enough for Ryan to hear, helping Ryan stand back up straight. Ryan straightened his shirt and vest, not letting Brendon see his face as he walked to the center of the boat to avoid accidentally falling into the water. Because water, at least in ocean form, was evil. Just like snow.
Jon walked around the boat, snapping a few more pictures before joining Spencer on the padded seating lining the boats edge, leaning on the railing and looking into the water. A few fish were visible, circling the boats edge, and Jon went back to taking pictures. Brendon untied the boat and threw the rope onto the dock for later. “You can sit out front or in the driver’s area,” Brendon said to Ryan.
“I’ll, uh, go with you?” Ryan was nervous, the feeling of the boat rocking beneath him already unnerving him. Brendon’s smile brightened as he walked to the little roofed area where the wheel was, Ryan following right behind him. “This is a nice boat.” Ryan told Brendon, feeling safer in the little driver area where there were actual seats. It had nothing to do with Brendon being around.
“Thanks.” Brendon grinned while grabbing the keys from his pocket and shuffling through them until he found the one to the boat. “Sit.” He patted the seat next to the one behind the wheel, sliding the key in the ignition and turning it to start the motor. Ryan took the invitation and sat down, shutting his eyes to ground himself while listening to the hum of the motor. “Like I said, if you feel sick feel free to lie down. I also have a few different things to drink.”
“I’m fine, Brendon.” Ryan assured him, melting against the cushion of the seat. Brendon frowned some but pulled the lever beside the wheel to put the boat in reverse and get it away from the dock; turning the large wheel in the process. Spencer laughed from the front as he watched all the fish frantically swim away, Jon lifting his camera to take pictures of Spencer instead.
“Jon, stop that.” Spencer smiled, putting his hand in font of Jon’s lens. Jon smiled and lowered the camera, leaning forward to capture Spencer’s lips with his own. “You know I hate you taking my picture all the time.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous,” Jon said with a smile as he pulled back. Brendon gave a soft smile towards the two as he watched them while guiding the boat towards the open water. He loved seeing people happy together; but he was jealous at the same time. Brendon wanted that with someone but had never been able to find it. Ryan; Ryan was different than anyone else Brendon had ever met. And he didn’t know why. Brendon wasn’t exactly saying he would find that happiness with Ryan, but he sure wanted to try.
“How are you doing?” Brendon asked Ryan as he pushed the lever back up lightly to go forward instead of backwards, turning the wheel more to avoid hitting anything.
“Just fine.” Ryan responded, pushing his head back against the seat as the boat switched direction; becoming a little more aggressive I movement. Brendon made a soft humming noise, half watching the two up front as well as where they were going. Spencer was laughing at something Jon said again, shying away from the camera Jon refused to put down. It was nothing Ryan had been forced to watch before so when he opened his eyes enough to see them, he wasn’t too depressed about shutting them again. That and he was sitting right behind, well almost, Brendon’s really nice ass and he had done enough of that.
Once away from the dock and main land, Brendon pushed up on the lever more to increase the speed the boat traveled, the wind blowing against them all and through everyone’s except Jon’s hair. Jon didn’t have enough for it to really dance on the wind. Spencer though had the most probably, his cut almost that of a girls, and Spencer couldn’t help but go picture-crazy again as he watched the way the wind flowed with his boyfriend.
Brendon sighed as he watched. He wanted that. And he wanted it with Ryan.
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“That was a lot of fun,” Spencer said as Brendon helped them back off the boat and to the dock. They had circled the island, going a reasonable pace for Spencer to look around but fast enough to limit the time they spent out there so Ryan wouldn’t get sick. He kept his eyes shut most of the time anyway. “Thanks, Brendon.”
“My pleasure.” Brendon smiled while tying the boat up again. “Any time you want to go out, just let me know.”
“He’ll hold you to that,” Jon said, his camera full of pictures; mostly of Spencer when the man was smiling or when the wind blew his hair just right. It was bad enough Jon’s studio was filled with pictures of his boyfriend, mostly black and white.
“I’ll plan on it then.” Brendon laughed, tying the boat tightly. He would have Will drop him off later to bring the boat back to his private dock. “You guys want to go back to the hotel or hang out at my place for a bit?” he asked, standing up beside Ryan who still had made it off the boat next.
“Whatever is easiest.” Spencer shrugged, taking Jon’s hand again.
“Ryan?” Brendon asked, turning towards the man.
“Your place is fine.” he quietly replied, noting the way Brendon’s mouth curved up. It didn’t send a wave of warmth through Ryan’s body.
“Off the boat, then.” Brendon told him. Spencer reached out to help his friend who grabbed the wooden posts to the ladder, definitely not blushing as Brendon’s hands took tight hold of his waist to lift him up and keep him steady as he climbed so he would slide off again. Of course, there were always Brendon’s strong arms to catch him again, but Ryan liked Brendon’s hands on his waist more. Though he wasn’t going to admit that.
Spencer pulled Ryan up, Brendon climbing onto the rim of the boat then pulling himself onto the deck in one easy motion, making an idiotic face as Jon pointed the camera at him and laughed. “Shall we?” he asked, implying that they head for the car. Ryan nodded and started off for the vehicle, Brendon waiting for the other two to start off, following behind.
Ryan agreed without any promises or persuasion to go back to his house.
That was a very good sign.
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“Maybe he’s sleeping.” Brendon offered to William, squatting by the couch where his friend miserably lie, stroking the side of the man’s face gently. “Or just isn’t by his phone.”
“He’s with someone,” Will mumbled into his arm. “I know it.”
“Well it is part of your agreed relationship.” Brendon pointed out, careful not to upset Will. Ryan sat on the other couch, trying to pay more attention to the television than the people across from him, Spencer and Jon on the porch to watch the sunset. Meaning Jon wanted to take some more pictures of Spencer in the bright, warm lighting. “Come on Bill; it’s ok. He’ll get back to you.”
“It’s been all day, Brendon!” Will sighed, rolling onto his stomach to push his face into the cushion, long legs sticking over the edge and arm draped. “We haven’t talked at all today.”
“Have you tried calling?” Brendon offered, giving an apologetic look to Ryan as the two made brief eye contact.
“Of course I’ve tried calling.” Bill scoffed. “It went straight to his voicemail.” he muttered into the cushion.
“I’m sure he’ll get back to you as soon as he can with a very good reason.” Brendon frowned, rubbing William’s back. He hated seeing his friend so upset.
“I think I’ll go outside,” Ryan said, trying to give the two friends space.
“No.” William lifted his head from the couch and pushed himself into a sitting position. “Don’t let me spoil your night.” he tried to smile at Ryan but only failed. “I’ll be in my room.” Brendon nodded and stood, watching as William walked off; both of them listening to the man stalk up the stairs.
“Gabe’s never done this to him.” Brendon frowned, looking up towards the second floor. “There has to be a good reason.”
“Maybe he lost his phone.” Ryan offered as Brendon came to sit beside him on the couch. He knew what it was like to call someone and get no answer. He knew what it was like to make a million excuses as to why.
“He better hope it’s something like that for his own good,” Brendon said a little darkly, the door opening as Jon and Spencer came back into the house.
“Can we go out back?” Jon asked, lifting his camera as though to say it was for that purpose.
“Knock yourselves out.” Brendon smiled, watching them saunter off towards the glass. “So can I get you anything?” He turned towards Ryan.
Of course Ryan’s mind had two different responses.
“No, I’m good.” he gave a small smile, the reasonable side of his brain winning. Brendon tried not to let his expression fall to the slight disappointment he felt, glancing between the screen of the television and Ryan; lips pressed firmly together to keep from drooling at the way the setting sun nearly made Ryan’s pale skin glow beautifully. He moved a little closer to Ryan who noticed but didn’t take his eyes off the television.
Anyone could sense the tension between the two.
Brendon was heavily considering tacking Ryan against the couch to kiss him when his front door suddenly opened accompanied by a thudding noise which made Brendon sigh and scowl. He momentarily regretted letting people come and go as they wanted. “I fucking hate airplanes"” Ryan didn’t recognize the voice so he turned and peered over the couch to see what he considered the tallest man ever. Well that he’s ever seen. “Eight hours and not a single drop of alcohol!”
“You’re a fucking asshole, Saporta!” Brendon smiled, not bothering to look at the person who had entered. He knew that voice anywhere.
“And why is that, Urie?” the man asked, smiling as he left his bags by the door and strolled along the wooden floor to where they sat. “Hello there.” he greeted Ryan, leaning on the back of the couch. “I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”
“This is my new friend from Vegas. His name’s Ryan.” Brendon tilted his head back to look up at the new man. “Ryan, this is Bill’s boyfriend, Gabe.” It suddenly became a lot clearer to Ryan.
“Vegas; no shit.” Gabe smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth at Ryan. “Small world.” Ryan just nodded. “So where is my dear Bilvy?” Gabe asked, looking to Brendon. “I missed my baby and thought I would come suffer here for a few days.”
“He’s upstairs being miserable because he’s been trying to get in contact with you all day and hasn’t been able to,” Brendon said, straightening his head again. “He thinks you’re with someone else.” Gabe scoffed and rolled his eyes, standing up straight.
“Just because we have a slightly open relationship doesn’t mean I go to a whorehouse every time he’s gone.” he frowned. "I suddenly just really missed Bill."
“You know where his room is.” Brendon slid down on the couch and focused on the television again. He knew there was a good reason that Gabe wasn’t getting back to William.
“Nice meeting you, Ryan.” Gabe half saluted as he headed off for the stairs, Ryan staring because like Will, Gabe was all limbs and very thin. When he disappeared around the corner though, Ryan settled against the couch once more.
“Guess I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” Brendon smiled as they heard Gabe walk up the stairs to the second floor.
“Why?” Ryan asked, eyebrows pulled together.
“It’s the only way I’ll sleep without hearing them,” Brendon said, a rather girlish squeal drifting from the second floor. “William is wrapped around Gabe right now, telling him how much he missed him while Gabe apologizes for not talking all day.” Ryan could hear the faint voices. “Now the door will shut harshly as they make up for lost time.” Right on cue, the slamming of a door echoed through the house.
“That’s creepy,” Ryan said, slightly smiling as he looked to Brendon. “You shouldn’t know that.”
“Everyone who knows them knows that’s how it always goes.” Brendon shrugged against the material of the couch. “They’re both very physical beings.” They both laughed on the couch, Spencer and Jon coming back into the living room.
“I’m beat and think I should call it a night,” Spencer said as Jon shut the glass door.
“And my camera’s all full.” Jon lifted the device up.
“You’re ready to leave?” Brendon asked with some disappointment, sitting straight again.
“Sorry but I’m beat.” Spencer frowned.
“No, it’s ok.” Brendon quickly put on a smile and got off the couch. “If you need to leave I understand.” He looked at Ryan. “So; do you want to do anything tomorrow or are you sick of me already?” He prayed for the first.
“I’m not sick of you,” Ryan said, standing up. “Today was nice. I mean, I hate the boat, I hate water, but it was fun.” Spencer and Jon headed for the door, Brendon smiling with satisfaction. He made Ryan have fun. “And I’m assuming Will’s going to be tied up tomorrow,” Brendon nodded with a hint of disgust, “So if you want to do something then I guess I can suffer one more day.” Ryan added a bit of teasing to his voice.
“I like hanging out with you,” Brendon said as he and Ryan headed for the door as well; the land darkening as the moon prepared to take the night shift.
“Yeah,” Ryan smiled as he opened the door, “I like hanging out with you too.”
Day Five
A/N---- Totally 12k words you just read. Sorry about that. I just started going and going and going...
Anywho, next chapter is full of fun >D
Also, here's a little preview of a s/a I'm working on with Ryan/Gabe, Ryan/Brendon, and Gabe/William called "The Untouchables"
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: “So can I get you anything?” he turned towards Ryan.
Of course Ryan’s mind had two different responses.
“No, I’m good.” He gave a small smile, the reasonable side of his brain winning. Brendon tried not to let his expression fall to the slight disappointment he felt, glancing between the screen of the television and Ryan; lips pressed firmly together to keep from drooling at the way the setting sun nearly made Ryan’s pale skin glow beautifully. He moved a little closer to Ryan who noticed but didn’t take his eyes off the television.
Anyone could sense the tension between the two.
Warning: Man/man, language, sex, angst; more to come probably.
Beta: lilrainforest
Author Notes: Divided into 2 parts due to length.
Past Parts: Prologue ♥ Day One ♥ Day Two ♥ Day Three
<-- Part One
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“Ryan…” a soft voice drifted to Ryan’s subconscious, slowly dissolving that bridge between reality and sleep. “Hey Ryan;” He felt his body being lightly shaken, groaning as someone decided to wake him up. “Ryan…” Ryan continued to whine as he came back to reality, turning away from the voice and yawning. Ryan’s eyes slowly opened, a scream escaping his throat as his vision cleared, falling off the bed to the floor. “Shit; Ryan! Are you okay?” Brendon got onto the bed and looked over the other side down to Ryan.
“W-what are you doing here?” Ryan asked, rubbing his head and eyes shut again.
“It’s three. We had a deal.” Brendon smiled, sitting on the mattress on his knees. “Spencer met me in the lobby then gave me the key to your room while he and Jon went for a walk.” Ryan silently sighed. Of course. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Ryan said, removing his hand from his head. “Just…wasn’t expecting you.”
“I gathered that much.” Brendon smirked, sitting with back straight. “You’re uh, towel came undone.” Ryan’s eyes snapped open again as he lifted his head, eyes widening and face instantly turning red. His towel had indeed come undone; sprawled beneath him like a carpet.
“Fuck!” Ryan hissed, hands instantly flying down to cover himself. “I’m sorry.” he apologized to Brendon, sitting up and laying his head on the bed, probably the most embarrassed he’s ever been in his life.
“It’s ok,” Brendon said with traces of laughter in his voice as he looked around the room. “So, uh, I’ll meet you in the lobby in five?” he asked, sensing that Ryan was really uncomfortable with the situation.
“Yeah; five.” Ryan nodded against the bed spread, fumbling with the towel beneath him to drape it over his waist.
“Don’t wear anything too hot or tight if you already get sick easily on boats,” Brendon said, sliding off the bed again.
“Yep.” Ryan replied, not realizing he was holding his breath until the door shut and he let it all out. He got up and re-did his towel, going to his suitcase to find something to wear. Ryan couldn’t believe Brendon had seen him naked like that. He didn’t even like his best friends seeing him naked. The only person that had was Pete and that was just a mistake in itself.
But Ryan wasn’t going to think about Pete anymore though.
He grabbed some jeans and a plain white shirt along with a brown vest, pulling them all on after finding some boxers. Ryan went into the bathroom and brushed through his hair, making sure his eyes weren’t red or irritated anymore from having cried earlier. He almost didn’t want to go back to Brendon because he was embarrassed, but he wanted to be with Brendon at the same time because overall, Ryan was more relaxed around the man. So he checked himself over one last time before leaving his room, figuring Spencer had his phone when he didn’t see it sitting anywhere. It’s not like Brendon hadn’t seen the male anatomy before; his body is pretty much the same as Ryan’s. It was that Brendon had never seen Ryan’s body before.
But Brendon didn’t seem all that upset about it. That’s probably what embarrassed Ryan the most.
The walk from his room to the lobby was very short and Ryan saw Brendon off to the side on his own phone, a smile on his face as he talked to whoever was on the other end. His eyes were bright, sunglasses a top his head again, and while Ryan couldn’t hear what Brendon was saying, he did see the younger man’s mouth utter ‘I love you’ to whoever he was talking to. Ryan definitely didn’t feel his stomach tighten with jealousy. When Brendon spotted Ryan though he waved and was off the phone a moment later, Ryan convincing his legs to work to bring him to Brendon. “All set?” Brendon asked Ryan who had his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
“Yeah.” Ryan tried not to let his voice sound bitter or angered, giving a slightly strangled smile to Brendon who didn’t seem to notice. “We have to find Jon and Spencer though.”
“They’re by the car,” Brendon said, flicking his sunglasses down again before walking towards the door, Ryan following. He held the door open for Ryan, the warm air once again hitting Ryan in the face as he stepped into the brightness. Jon and Spencer were indeed standing by Brendon’s car, well the metal deathtrap, which was parked in the drop off/pick up circle the hotel had. They both looked to Ryan with a smile, eyes saying so many things their mouths didn’t dare. “Everyone ready to go?” Brendon asked as he and Ryan reached the car.
“Yep,” Jon said, lifting the camera which hung around his neck up some. He too had sunglasses on his head, wearing his usual flip flops along with shorts and a plain shirt. Jon’s dress was similar to that of Brendon’s; only Brendon had on sandals.
“I figured it would be fun to bring you to the local dock instead of the one I have in my backyard so I brought the boat there earlier.” Brendon told them as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping.” Ryan frowned as he followed Brendon without hesitation into the vehicle, both Jon and Spencer exchanging a look before getting into the back.
“I did sleep.” Brendon shrugged, starting the car as seatbelts were done. “Just not the entire time.” he smiled, shifting it into drive and turning the wheel, pressing on the gas lightly to take them away from the hotel and onto the road. “So, what kind of music do you all like?”
“All sorts of stuff,” Spencer said from the backseat. “Big on the Beatles though.”
“No way!” Brendon’s smile grew about three fold, glancing in the rear view mirror to Spencer. “Me too!” He reached over, keeping one hand on the wheel to steady them, and opened the compartment in front of Ryan which was filled with CDs, digging around in it a bit before grabbing one and sliding it into the player. He closed the compartment and sat back up, returning his hand to the wheel, right as Here Comes the Sun began to blast from the speakers.
If Brendon got any more perfect, Ryan was going to lose it.
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The dock was lined with small little shops of the locals, containing a variety of things from dried sea creatures and memorabilia to the very comfortable family-like restaurant. “I’ll take you to Nate and Alex’s place some time,” Brendon said, leading the three along the wooden boardwalk past the shops and towards the boats all tied to the docks. “Bill said that you met them this morning.” He looked at Ryan who just nodded, eyes darting between all the quaint little shops. “Alex lives for two things; cooking and Nate.”
“They’re such a cute couple.” Spencer spoke from behind the two, fingers woven with Jon’s mainly to keep the other man from holding them up by snapping a million pictures. He noticed the longing look in Jon’s eyes, but Spencer wanted his tour first.
“They’re ridiculously easy to get along with too.” Brendon smiled, trying not to reach over and grab Ryan’s hand just to feel the man’s skin against his. “Alex is hands down the best cook in Hawaii.”
“William didn’t seem too fond of their relationship,” Ryan said as he followed Brendon. Brendon just laughed.
“He’s just being bitchy because he doesn’t have Gabe. Alex and Nate is nothing compared to William and Gabe; when you actually get them out of bed.” Ryan choked lightly because hello? Too much information. “You need sunglasses or something, Ryan?” Brendon asked, noticing that Ryan’s beautiful brown eyes were only half visible through slits made from his eyelids.
“No,” Ryan said though his eyes were hurting some from the bright sun above them. “I’ll be fine.” That didn’t convince Brendon though because he took the opportunity to grab Ryan’s hand, lacing his fingers with the other mans and pulling him off towards one of the little shops. Ryan stumbled from the sudden shift in direction, blush quickly attacking the top of his cheeks as Brendon pulled him along, definitely not holding Brendon’s hand back. Spencer stopped as he watched the two go towards the shop, giving Jon a strange look but Jon just smiled back; taking the opportunity to take some pictures.
The small shop Brendon pulled Ryan into had three walls and filled with a variety of things; from clothes to food. Brendon wove through the racks and shelves, pulling Ryan along behind him until they reached a large rack of sunglasses. “Pick something out; I’ll pay,” Brendon said, stopping and pushing Ryan towards them.
“I really don’t-“
“Don’t start, Ryan.” Brendon gave him a stern look. “The sun can do serious damage to your eyes if they’re not properly protected.”
“Well I can pay for them myself.” Ryan half frowned, turning to the rack and looking them over.
“Well I’m not going to let you.” Brendon smirked, sliding his own glasses back up to truly look Ryan in the eyes. “Trust me; it’s no big deal. Look at it as a sorry for taking you out last night or as a congratulatory gift if nothing else.” Ryan opened his mouth but closed it, biting on his lip. He couldn’t really argue with that because both are legitimate reasons to get someone a gift.
“Fine.” Ryan sighed, looking at the prices of them all to find the cheapest ones.
“Price is not how you pick glasses.” Brendon rolled his eyes, noticing what Ryan was doing. He stared at Ryan for a moment then looked at the glasses available, reaching out and removing a pair from the rack then handing them to Ryan. “Try those.” Ryan took the glasses and slid them on, his vision darkening greatly in the low-lit store. “Not quite.” Brendon chewed on his lip some as he pulled the glasses from Ryan’s face, exchanging them for a pair with white frames. Ryan ignored the fluttering in his stomach as Brendon slid those on his face, smiling brightly after. “Perfect.”
Ryan looked in the mirror available once his eyes adjusted to the change. They did look really good. “Do they fit okay?” Brendon asked Ryan because that was an important factor.
“Yeah.” Ryan nodded, taking the glasses off then turning them around in his hands. “Bren; these are way too expensive.” he frowned at the rather high price. Who would pay so much for glasses? “I’m sure there’s another pair that are cheaper.”
“You look good in those.” Brendon shrugged, grabbing them from Ryan who felt his face warm at the small compliment. “Therefore they’re the ones I’m buying.”
“Can I at least pay for half or something?” Ryan asked but Brendon shook his head, turning and heading towards the cashier. “Brendon!” he called after the man, weaving his way through the store. “They’re too much!” Seriously; who pays $35 for sunglasses? It’s stupid.
“It’s funny how you think you’re going to stop me.” Brendon amusedly replied as he laid the glasses on the counter and pulling his wallet out from his pocket. “Afternoon, Lyn.” he greeted the cashier as she ran the glasses up.
“Hello, Brendon.” she smiled back. “How’s Mia?”
“Fine.” Brendon quickly answered as Ryan reached the counter. “This is my new friend Ryan. He’s from Vegas.” Brendon introduced him. “Ryan, this is Lyn. He needed sunglasses.”
“Well aren’t you being a gentleman.” Lyn smiled, sticking the glasses into the bag. “Thirty-seven forty-two,” she said, Brendon handing her a plastic credit card. She slid it in the machine then waited for it to be processed, the receipt printing out a moment later. Lyn gave both to Brendon who signed the receipt and gave it back in exchange for the glasses which he pulled from the bag, removed the price tag, and slid on Ryan’s face again. Lyn mouthed, 'he's cute,' to Brendon, Ryan pretending he didn’t see it from the corner of his eye where the tinted glasses didn’t reach.
“Well we better get back to Jon and Spencer,” Brendon said, fingers brushing against Ryan’s face as he let go of the glasses. Ryan definitely didn’t feel a wave of satisfying shivers run through his body. Ryan nodded, hoping that his cheeks weren’t bright pink again. “See you later, Lyn.” he smiled at the cashier before taking Ryan’s hand again, Ryan about to object but keeping silent as his brain froze his mouth. Brendon led Ryan from the store and back to the boardwalk, looking around for the other two who they eventually spotted against the railing where Jon was taking pictures.
“Brendon…” Ryan eventually melted the block on his mouth.
“Hmm?” Brendon asked, using his free hand to cover his eyes with his own glasses again.
“My uh, hand,” Ryan said, Brendon giving him a confused look before his mouth forming an ‘o’ and releasing Ryan.
“Right; sorry.” Ryan saw Brendon’s cheeks tint some, making Ryan feel better. “Boat?” he suggested, Ryan quickly nodding before the two went to collect Jon and Spencer. “We all set?” Brendon asked from behind, both men turning to look towards the voice.
“Nice shades, Ross.” Spencer smirked at sight of Ryan.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, looking down towards his feet. “Brendon bought them for me.”
“It was no big deal.” Brendon shrugged with a smile. “Boat's right down there if you want to go.” Spencer’s face lit up again as he nodded, grabbing Jon and tugging him from the railing harshly. Brendon started off farther down the dock, Spencer and Jon in the middle, Ryan walking a little farther behind.
He wasn’t falling for Brendon. No way.
“Here she is.” Brendon happily announced, stopping in front of a large boat that rocked gently in the waves. “Her name is Jasmine.” Ryan bit back laughter, small giggles slipping out anyway. “Laugh all you want but Aladdin is the greatest movie ever.” Brendon pointed to Ryan.
“I didn’t say a word.” Ryan stuck his hands up in his defense.
“It’s a nice boat,” Jon said, snapping a few pictures of it while Spencer rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.
“The lower part has a bed if you don’t feel good.” Brendon told them, directing his words mainly to Ryan. He jumped from the deck to the boat, holding his hand out to the others to help them on. Spencer went first, grabbing Brendon’s hand and the wood of the small ladder to keep his balance as he got onto the boat, adjusting his clothes when he was on. Jon went next, carefully going down the steps of the wooden ladder to the boat. “Come on, Ryan. You’ll be fine.” Brendon offered his hand out.
“I hate water,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath and going down the ladder as well, losing his footing and falling backwards; into Brendon’s arms.
“Told you you would be fine,” Brendon said just loud enough for Ryan to hear, helping Ryan stand back up straight. Ryan straightened his shirt and vest, not letting Brendon see his face as he walked to the center of the boat to avoid accidentally falling into the water. Because water, at least in ocean form, was evil. Just like snow.
Jon walked around the boat, snapping a few more pictures before joining Spencer on the padded seating lining the boats edge, leaning on the railing and looking into the water. A few fish were visible, circling the boats edge, and Jon went back to taking pictures. Brendon untied the boat and threw the rope onto the dock for later. “You can sit out front or in the driver’s area,” Brendon said to Ryan.
“I’ll, uh, go with you?” Ryan was nervous, the feeling of the boat rocking beneath him already unnerving him. Brendon’s smile brightened as he walked to the little roofed area where the wheel was, Ryan following right behind him. “This is a nice boat.” Ryan told Brendon, feeling safer in the little driver area where there were actual seats. It had nothing to do with Brendon being around.
“Thanks.” Brendon grinned while grabbing the keys from his pocket and shuffling through them until he found the one to the boat. “Sit.” He patted the seat next to the one behind the wheel, sliding the key in the ignition and turning it to start the motor. Ryan took the invitation and sat down, shutting his eyes to ground himself while listening to the hum of the motor. “Like I said, if you feel sick feel free to lie down. I also have a few different things to drink.”
“I’m fine, Brendon.” Ryan assured him, melting against the cushion of the seat. Brendon frowned some but pulled the lever beside the wheel to put the boat in reverse and get it away from the dock; turning the large wheel in the process. Spencer laughed from the front as he watched all the fish frantically swim away, Jon lifting his camera to take pictures of Spencer instead.
“Jon, stop that.” Spencer smiled, putting his hand in font of Jon’s lens. Jon smiled and lowered the camera, leaning forward to capture Spencer’s lips with his own. “You know I hate you taking my picture all the time.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so gorgeous,” Jon said with a smile as he pulled back. Brendon gave a soft smile towards the two as he watched them while guiding the boat towards the open water. He loved seeing people happy together; but he was jealous at the same time. Brendon wanted that with someone but had never been able to find it. Ryan; Ryan was different than anyone else Brendon had ever met. And he didn’t know why. Brendon wasn’t exactly saying he would find that happiness with Ryan, but he sure wanted to try.
“How are you doing?” Brendon asked Ryan as he pushed the lever back up lightly to go forward instead of backwards, turning the wheel more to avoid hitting anything.
“Just fine.” Ryan responded, pushing his head back against the seat as the boat switched direction; becoming a little more aggressive I movement. Brendon made a soft humming noise, half watching the two up front as well as where they were going. Spencer was laughing at something Jon said again, shying away from the camera Jon refused to put down. It was nothing Ryan had been forced to watch before so when he opened his eyes enough to see them, he wasn’t too depressed about shutting them again. That and he was sitting right behind, well almost, Brendon’s really nice ass and he had done enough of that.
Once away from the dock and main land, Brendon pushed up on the lever more to increase the speed the boat traveled, the wind blowing against them all and through everyone’s except Jon’s hair. Jon didn’t have enough for it to really dance on the wind. Spencer though had the most probably, his cut almost that of a girls, and Spencer couldn’t help but go picture-crazy again as he watched the way the wind flowed with his boyfriend.
Brendon sighed as he watched. He wanted that. And he wanted it with Ryan.
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“That was a lot of fun,” Spencer said as Brendon helped them back off the boat and to the dock. They had circled the island, going a reasonable pace for Spencer to look around but fast enough to limit the time they spent out there so Ryan wouldn’t get sick. He kept his eyes shut most of the time anyway. “Thanks, Brendon.”
“My pleasure.” Brendon smiled while tying the boat up again. “Any time you want to go out, just let me know.”
“He’ll hold you to that,” Jon said, his camera full of pictures; mostly of Spencer when the man was smiling or when the wind blew his hair just right. It was bad enough Jon’s studio was filled with pictures of his boyfriend, mostly black and white.
“I’ll plan on it then.” Brendon laughed, tying the boat tightly. He would have Will drop him off later to bring the boat back to his private dock. “You guys want to go back to the hotel or hang out at my place for a bit?” he asked, standing up beside Ryan who still had made it off the boat next.
“Whatever is easiest.” Spencer shrugged, taking Jon’s hand again.
“Ryan?” Brendon asked, turning towards the man.
“Your place is fine.” he quietly replied, noting the way Brendon’s mouth curved up. It didn’t send a wave of warmth through Ryan’s body.
“Off the boat, then.” Brendon told him. Spencer reached out to help his friend who grabbed the wooden posts to the ladder, definitely not blushing as Brendon’s hands took tight hold of his waist to lift him up and keep him steady as he climbed so he would slide off again. Of course, there were always Brendon’s strong arms to catch him again, but Ryan liked Brendon’s hands on his waist more. Though he wasn’t going to admit that.
Spencer pulled Ryan up, Brendon climbing onto the rim of the boat then pulling himself onto the deck in one easy motion, making an idiotic face as Jon pointed the camera at him and laughed. “Shall we?” he asked, implying that they head for the car. Ryan nodded and started off for the vehicle, Brendon waiting for the other two to start off, following behind.
Ryan agreed without any promises or persuasion to go back to his house.
That was a very good sign.
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“Maybe he’s sleeping.” Brendon offered to William, squatting by the couch where his friend miserably lie, stroking the side of the man’s face gently. “Or just isn’t by his phone.”
“He’s with someone,” Will mumbled into his arm. “I know it.”
“Well it is part of your agreed relationship.” Brendon pointed out, careful not to upset Will. Ryan sat on the other couch, trying to pay more attention to the television than the people across from him, Spencer and Jon on the porch to watch the sunset. Meaning Jon wanted to take some more pictures of Spencer in the bright, warm lighting. “Come on Bill; it’s ok. He’ll get back to you.”
“It’s been all day, Brendon!” Will sighed, rolling onto his stomach to push his face into the cushion, long legs sticking over the edge and arm draped. “We haven’t talked at all today.”
“Have you tried calling?” Brendon offered, giving an apologetic look to Ryan as the two made brief eye contact.
“Of course I’ve tried calling.” Bill scoffed. “It went straight to his voicemail.” he muttered into the cushion.
“I’m sure he’ll get back to you as soon as he can with a very good reason.” Brendon frowned, rubbing William’s back. He hated seeing his friend so upset.
“I think I’ll go outside,” Ryan said, trying to give the two friends space.
“No.” William lifted his head from the couch and pushed himself into a sitting position. “Don’t let me spoil your night.” he tried to smile at Ryan but only failed. “I’ll be in my room.” Brendon nodded and stood, watching as William walked off; both of them listening to the man stalk up the stairs.
“Gabe’s never done this to him.” Brendon frowned, looking up towards the second floor. “There has to be a good reason.”
“Maybe he lost his phone.” Ryan offered as Brendon came to sit beside him on the couch. He knew what it was like to call someone and get no answer. He knew what it was like to make a million excuses as to why.
“He better hope it’s something like that for his own good,” Brendon said a little darkly, the door opening as Jon and Spencer came back into the house.
“Can we go out back?” Jon asked, lifting his camera as though to say it was for that purpose.
“Knock yourselves out.” Brendon smiled, watching them saunter off towards the glass. “So can I get you anything?” He turned towards Ryan.
Of course Ryan’s mind had two different responses.
“No, I’m good.” he gave a small smile, the reasonable side of his brain winning. Brendon tried not to let his expression fall to the slight disappointment he felt, glancing between the screen of the television and Ryan; lips pressed firmly together to keep from drooling at the way the setting sun nearly made Ryan’s pale skin glow beautifully. He moved a little closer to Ryan who noticed but didn’t take his eyes off the television.
Anyone could sense the tension between the two.
Brendon was heavily considering tacking Ryan against the couch to kiss him when his front door suddenly opened accompanied by a thudding noise which made Brendon sigh and scowl. He momentarily regretted letting people come and go as they wanted. “I fucking hate airplanes"” Ryan didn’t recognize the voice so he turned and peered over the couch to see what he considered the tallest man ever. Well that he’s ever seen. “Eight hours and not a single drop of alcohol!”
“You’re a fucking asshole, Saporta!” Brendon smiled, not bothering to look at the person who had entered. He knew that voice anywhere.
“And why is that, Urie?” the man asked, smiling as he left his bags by the door and strolled along the wooden floor to where they sat. “Hello there.” he greeted Ryan, leaning on the back of the couch. “I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”
“This is my new friend from Vegas. His name’s Ryan.” Brendon tilted his head back to look up at the new man. “Ryan, this is Bill’s boyfriend, Gabe.” It suddenly became a lot clearer to Ryan.
“Vegas; no shit.” Gabe smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth at Ryan. “Small world.” Ryan just nodded. “So where is my dear Bilvy?” Gabe asked, looking to Brendon. “I missed my baby and thought I would come suffer here for a few days.”
“He’s upstairs being miserable because he’s been trying to get in contact with you all day and hasn’t been able to,” Brendon said, straightening his head again. “He thinks you’re with someone else.” Gabe scoffed and rolled his eyes, standing up straight.
“Just because we have a slightly open relationship doesn’t mean I go to a whorehouse every time he’s gone.” he frowned. "I suddenly just really missed Bill."
“You know where his room is.” Brendon slid down on the couch and focused on the television again. He knew there was a good reason that Gabe wasn’t getting back to William.
“Nice meeting you, Ryan.” Gabe half saluted as he headed off for the stairs, Ryan staring because like Will, Gabe was all limbs and very thin. When he disappeared around the corner though, Ryan settled against the couch once more.
“Guess I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” Brendon smiled as they heard Gabe walk up the stairs to the second floor.
“Why?” Ryan asked, eyebrows pulled together.
“It’s the only way I’ll sleep without hearing them,” Brendon said, a rather girlish squeal drifting from the second floor. “William is wrapped around Gabe right now, telling him how much he missed him while Gabe apologizes for not talking all day.” Ryan could hear the faint voices. “Now the door will shut harshly as they make up for lost time.” Right on cue, the slamming of a door echoed through the house.
“That’s creepy,” Ryan said, slightly smiling as he looked to Brendon. “You shouldn’t know that.”
“Everyone who knows them knows that’s how it always goes.” Brendon shrugged against the material of the couch. “They’re both very physical beings.” They both laughed on the couch, Spencer and Jon coming back into the living room.
“I’m beat and think I should call it a night,” Spencer said as Jon shut the glass door.
“And my camera’s all full.” Jon lifted the device up.
“You’re ready to leave?” Brendon asked with some disappointment, sitting straight again.
“Sorry but I’m beat.” Spencer frowned.
“No, it’s ok.” Brendon quickly put on a smile and got off the couch. “If you need to leave I understand.” He looked at Ryan. “So; do you want to do anything tomorrow or are you sick of me already?” He prayed for the first.
“I’m not sick of you,” Ryan said, standing up. “Today was nice. I mean, I hate the boat, I hate water, but it was fun.” Spencer and Jon headed for the door, Brendon smiling with satisfaction. He made Ryan have fun. “And I’m assuming Will’s going to be tied up tomorrow,” Brendon nodded with a hint of disgust, “So if you want to do something then I guess I can suffer one more day.” Ryan added a bit of teasing to his voice.
“I like hanging out with you,” Brendon said as he and Ryan headed for the door as well; the land darkening as the moon prepared to take the night shift.
“Yeah,” Ryan smiled as he opened the door, “I like hanging out with you too.”
Day Five
A/N---- Totally 12k words you just read. Sorry about that. I just started going and going and going...
Anywho, next chapter is full of fun >D
Also, here's a little preview of a s/a I'm working on with Ryan/Gabe, Ryan/Brendon, and Gabe/William called "The Untouchables"
xoxo Tabi