Ryan seethed inwardly as Brendon approached him, microphone clutched in his hand, trademark smirk fixed in place. The screaming pre-teen girls lapped it up as Brendon leant in close and sang the words that Ryan had written directly into the skin on his neck. Brendon knew that the timid guitarist would submit to it as usual, he knew that sweet,
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