That was amazing!

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and kate, happy friday.
ily.
we'll talk tmrw.

yes, yes we will :]

so new fic, eh?
a het fic?
will there be a character in there named kate?
i think so.
in fact, i know so.
ily2 bb.

but of course
and your home?!
sign onto aim for a bit.

in your new story if you dont have anything planned for ryan could i possible have him?

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and your home?!
sign onto aim for a bit.

nuhh bro i was at school.
and sorry for the girl above me, but considering desi WILL have bden, ryan will be mine in the new fic :[ too bad there arent multiple ry rosses, eh

yay nice update
thanks

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Originally posted by kgleninrainbows.:

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and your home?!
sign onto aim for a bit.

nuhh bro i was at school.
and sorry for the girl above me, but considering desi WILL have bden, ryan will be mine in the new fic :[ too bad there arent multiple ry rosses, eh

woo!
obviously kate will have him.

who wantssss an update?

Chapter 5


Brendon is sitting at a table in some local pizza joint, across from Ryan. The older boy has been apologizing and is now in the middle of explaining to Brendon why it is he humiliated him the way he did in front of all those people last night.

“I like playing games. I was trying to make you want me more,” he shrugs, wiping his hands off on a rough paper napkin.

This kid is seriously fucked up in the brain, Brendon thinks. Never in his life had he had any other guy ‘play games’ with him.

“What makes you think I want you?” Brendon asks seriously, arching an eyebrow at him because seriously, Brendon’s never heard anything like this.

Ryan laughs and leans forward, pushing his plate to the side. His brown hair is all in his eyes, lips slightly parted and Brendon goes from thinking he’s the most fucked up kid ever to the most attractive guy he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Oh you want me. You look at me like you’ve been deprived of sex your whole life,” Ryan laughs and Brendon feels his body temperature rise, which means his face is probably red, but he tries to keep his cool.

He leans forward on the table, just like Ryan did, so that their faces were now inches apart. A smile is lingering on his lips but his heart is racing and he’s pretty sure his palms are ridiculously sweaty.

“Maybe I was a good boy up until I met you.” And Brendon seriously has no idea where any of this shit is coming from. Ryan just gives him weird feelings that he can’t explain.

Ryan smiles and leans forward a bit more.

“And maybe I’ll just give you that sex you’ve been deprived of, but I think you should probably kiss me first.”

If Brendon’s heart wasn’t racing before, it was on overdrive now and he isn’t really quite sure what to do. Of course he wants to kiss him, but isn’t it a bit too soon?

Oh fuck it, he thinks next, letting his eyes slip shut and leaning in slightly until his full lips are pressed up against Ryan’s thinner ones. He feels Ryan smile into the kiss causing his stomach to fill with inebriated butterflies. He hates himself for enjoying this so damn much.

Ryan pulls back with a small grin on his lips, looking calm and collected. That kiss meant nothing to him and had no affect on him whatsoever. Brendon on the other hand is a bit out of breath, flushed and feeling sick to his stomach.

But Christ, does he love this feeling.

“You’re cute,” Ryan smiles. He grabs his cold glass of coke on the table and leans back in his chair, placing the cup to his lips and taking a long drink.

“Um, thanks,” Brendon blushes, looking down at the table, trying to hide his face.

So much for keeping his cool.

Ryan leans forward again and grabs Brendon’s hand. His long fingers brush against the top of his hand and Brendon just really can’t help but think dirty things he would like to do with Ryan’s fingers.

“You’re so innocent, it's kind of adorable.” Ryan could sit there and feed Brendon bull shit all day. He thinks he could make it as an actor some day if needs money but he has enough to last him a lifetime.

Oh how he loves being the heir to the Palm’s Hotel and Casino. He loves how much money his parents have. Ryan Ross, in fact, loves being the spoilt brat that he is.

“You want to go back to the house?” Ryan asks, hoping this innocent kid would just take the bait and fuck him already.

“Yeah, sure.”

And Ryan thinks Brendon might have just set a new record as the easiest guy he’s ever gotten.


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Ryan’s wrong.

Oh God, how wrong he is.

For the past ten minutes they’ve been sitting alone in Ryan’s room. He doesn’t share it with anyone and it’s the biggest room in the house. There are hardwood floors and a big bed in the middle covered with a fluffy red duvet that Brendon’s pretty sure cost a lot of money. His walls are decorated with black and white photos of The Beatles and there’s an 'Imagine' sign right above his bed.

Ryan is sitting on the edge of said bed, looking at Brendon, mentally cursing the kid for being so God damn difficult. Brendon’s staring at the guitar in the corner of his room near his dresser that he’s pretty sure is filled with designer clothes.

“Why don’t you come sit next to me?” Ryan asks, forcing a reassuring smile and patting the empty space next to him.

Brendon bites his lip and shakes his head. He’s perfectly fine sitting in the chair at Ryan’s desk that happens to be littered with random scraps of paper and Brendon could have sworn he saw a condom wrapper on there somewhere and that made him feel a little uneasy. Maybe Ryan just planned on bringing him back to rape him.

Because Brendon imagines that Ryan is into those sorts of things; he likes games after all.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asks, trying not to let his frustration get the best of him.

Brendon shrugs and shakes his head,” Nothing.”

It’s a lie. A big, fat lie. Everything is wrong. Brendon doesn’t know what to do. If he goes and sits by Ryan he knows he’ll pull some sort of move and try kiss him, or try and get into his pants. And really, Brendon just isn’t ready for that yet. The thought of even making-out with Ryan scares him because he knows it’ll end up going elsewhere.

His heart starts beating like he’s running a marathon, as Ryan hops off his bed and walks over to Brendon. The younger one stares at him with wide eyes, hoping he’s going to head over to the bathroom instead of coming over to talk to him.

Of course with his luck Ryan goes with the latter.

He bites his bottom lip and squats down next Brendon. He eyes his thigh and gently places a hand on the top of it. Brendon can’t pull his eyes away from those fucking fingers.

“Stop being such a prude,” Ryan sighs, letting his fingers brush back and forth against his thigh. Brendon furrows his eyebrows at Ryan’s words and gets up off his chair, shaking off Ryan's hand in the process.

“I’m not a prude.” Brendon tries to defend himself.

Ryan stands up and scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Brendon frowns because how the fuck can Ryan accuse of him being a prude when he was the one insisting on making out last night.

“Right, and you're not a virgin.” Ryan’s voice is dripping with sarcasm.

Brendon sighs and rolls his eyes.

Alright, maybe he is a prude, but only because he’s waiting for that special someone. Is that so hard for everyone to believe? Can’t he just do what he wants without being judged for it?

“So what if I’m a virgin?” Brendon asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“Nothing, I’m just wondering why you’re a virgin. I mean its not like you’d be saving yourself or something.” And Ryan laughs because it’s absurd. Who in their right mind would save themselves? That’s just a waste of sex you could be having.

“I am, asshole! Unlike you, I don’t sleep around!” Brendon spits out and pushes his way past Ryan, heading towards the door.

Oh no, Ryan wasn’t about to fuck this up again.

Ryan reaches for his arm just in time, gently pulling him back towards him. Brendon seems to calm down at his touch, staring into Ryan’s honey colored eyes.

“I was joking.” Ryan looks at him sincerely, obviously sorry. Brendon lets out a sigh and nods his head, seeming to find the ground rather interesting.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, still staring at the ground. Ryan tugs on his arm slightly and Brendon feels thin arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. His face presses up against the side of Ryan’s. He can smell Ryan’s hair from the position he’s in; it smells like coconut.

Ryan pulls back a bit to get a better look at Brendon’s face. His nose brushes against Brendon’s and he presses their foreheads together.

“I’m not going to hurt you Brendon.” Ryan promises even though he knows in the end he will.

Brendon nods his head, believing every word that Ryan’s saying. The young boy is hanging on every last syllable that falls from Ryan's mouth. His mouth. He lets his eyes slip shut as he feels Ryan’s lips pressed up against his.

Poor, innocent little Brendon really doesn’t know what he just got himself into.

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More tomorrow. :]

Dx

ryans mean

I love Desi!!
I'm happy you're back.
I missed you.
Ima gonna read this now.

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obviously kate will have him.

yeah obv.
ily.

I liked that alot
your writing has me wanting to give brendon a big hug

Chapter 6


“Where the fuck have you been?” Jon asks, worry evident in his voice. Its now eleven o’ clock on a Wednesday night and Brendon has class first thing in the morning. Jon doesn’t really need an answer to this question however because he can tell just exactly what Brendon has been up to by the look of his appearance.

“Nothing. Just hanging out with Ryan.”

And Jon mentally curses the skinny bastard because Brendon already has a fucking smile stuck to his face when he says Ryan.

“Nothing, huh? Then why’s your hair a mess?” Jon presses, trying to get some answers out of his friend.

His hand immediately goes up to his hair as if he could fix it and maybe Jon would forget about this whole conversation and just drop it.

“Don’t try and hide it, Brendon.”

Brendon sighs in defeat and tries his hardest to keep a smile from breaking out across his face. He just can’t help it, Ryan has this effect on him. “Fine. I hooked-up with Ryan.”

And Brendon has that stupid smile on his face, and Jon just wants to slap him upside the head.

“Your too easy,” Jon says and rolls his eyes, annoyed how easy Brendon is making this for Ryan. Brendon’s mouth goes drops open and he stares at Jon like he doesn't understand a word he is saying.

“I am not! Ryan’s just- he’s so… I’m totally going to bone him.”

And its Jon’s turn to gape.

Brendon wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t know Ryan, Jon’s almost sure of it. Brendon’s already lost some of his innocence. Today he’s hooking up with Ryan, tomorrow he’ll be hooking up with Ryan. He can’t let that happen. Ryan’s going to destroy him.

Oh wait, if he even tries to warn Brendon, he’s done for.

So Jon just decides to be a good friend and puts on a fake smile like he’s happy for Brendon getting some all of a sudden.

“What is he just some sex toy to you or something?” Jon laughs at him, because its absurd to be talking to Brendon like this.

Brendon laughs shyly and shakes his head. “No. We’re going out again tomorrow,” he beams, probably a bit too excited.

Ryan had asked him if he wanted to go out again for dinner tomorrow. This was just after their heated make-out session and of course, Brendon wasn’t going to say no. Ryan promised he would take him some place nice, since it was technically their first date. In Ryan’s mind it was hook-up, first date, more hooking up, second date, head, third date, fuck.

Of course Brendon has no idea about this but he knows for sure there will be no sex for a while. Sure he may be feeling things for Ryan that he’s never felt about anyone else but he doesn’t exactly want to rush into things; rushing is never good.

Brendon's nerves overtake his attempt at causality as he says, "He um, asked me about joining the fraternity," toeing off his shoes to take a seat on the very edge of his bed, Brendon's body movements even screaming a nervous edge.

Already, Jon thinks Ryan's making record time.

“Oh really? You gonna do it?” Jon asks, a smile on his face. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, Brendon would probably fit in really well with that fraternity.

“I think so,” he smiles back, nodding his head. “I mean, I have the grades and stuff for it. I think it’ll be a good experience. It’ll be fun, ya know?”

Jon nods because yes, he does know. He had the time of his life when he was a Kappa Tau that was until everything came crashing down around him.

“Yeah. When does pledge week start?” Jon asks, knowing full well that it starts next week. He knows how the whole Greek system works.

“Next week. But Ryan said I should hang out and spend time at the house this week.” Brendon pulled his shirt up over his head. Ryan’s scent is lingering on his clothing and he smiles to himself before dropping the fabric on the floor. He shimmies his way out of his jeans and pulls back the sheets to his bed.

He secretly wishes that he were still back at the Kappa Tau house and in Ryan’s big comfy bed, instead of his own little, pathetically small and dirty one.

Jon desperately wants to disagree, but sleep looms over his head and clouds his brain with fatigue, “Yeah, good idea,” Jon yawns.

Brendon silently nods his head against his pillow before letting his eyes slip shut and falling into a deep sleep.


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Brendon walks out of his music appreciation class at three o’ clock on Thursday afternoon. He promised Ryan he would come over as soon as his lecture was done with, but right now he has a horribly, pounding headache. He feels like just going straight back to his dorm and sleeping through it but he promised Ryan.

Brendon always keeps his promises.

He slowly makes his way over to the Kappa Tau house. A few members are making their ways back into the house to relax after a long day of lectures as Brendon follows in behind one of the guys that’s he’s noticed around a few times but he can’t exactly think of his name. They fall into pace, and Brendon cant take the opportunity to sneak curious glances at this boy before he speaks right to him.

“Hey, your Ryan’s friend, right?” The blond asks, gesturing toward him.

He beams and holds out his hand, "Yeah, hi, I'm Brendon."

“Spencer," he nods to indicate his introduction, and eases into casual conversation, "So Ryan tells me your gonna pledge. That’s awesome!” The Spencer guys says, and gives him a friendly grin. Brendon likes this guy already.

“Yeah, yeah I think so.”

Spencer begins to open his mouth to say something but is cut off by a familiar voice.

“Hey you.”

It’s Ryan. Brendon turns around, a smile plastered to his face. He throws his arms around Ryan’s skinny frame and the older of the two lets out a laugh. Brendon’s a bit surprised with himself, but he can’t help it; Ryan makes him feel all happy and giddy inside.

“Hey,” Brendon laughs in his ear.

“You ready for our date?” Ryan asks, beaming at Brendon as he pulls out of his grasp. Ryan isn’t really sure why but he finds himself feeling a little excited.

Just a little.

“Actually Ryan, I was hoping that maybe we could do it another day.”

Ryan feels his lips turn down in the other direction on their own. Is he actually frowning?

“Oh, yeah sure, but why?” Ryan’s surprised how hurt his voice actually sounds and comes to the conclusion that there is indeed a frown upon his almost always happy face.

Brendon complains, rubbing his temple with his hand gently, “I’m not feeling too great. My head is killing me."

“You want to just go lie down in my room and I’ll go get us dinner?” Ryan asks, pushing the hair back off of Brendon’s forehead without consciously realizing he is doing so.

“Nah, its cool. I’ll just go back to my dorm and sleep.” That’s really all Brendon wants to do; take a few aspirins, cuddle up in bed and sleep for the rest of the evening.

“No stay. I’ll keep you company,” Ryan says, letting his hand touch Brendon’s forearm gently. He’s giving him a toothy grin, that Brendon is finding hard to refuse.

Brendon pictures himself all curled up in bed with Ryan, their limbs tangled together. He smiles at the image in his head and nods, eager to make the image in his head real.

The smile curls into an obvious one as he murmurs, “Yeah, I guess I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Ryan smiles and grabs Brendon’s hand, loosely lacing their fingers together.

Ryan leads them through the house, swinging their hands back and forth slightly. He keeps glancing back at Brendon every now and then, giving him small smiles. Brendon doesn’t know why Ryan is acting a lot nicer than usual, but he kind of likes it.

Okay, maybe he likes it a lot.

They finally reach the second floor and Ryan leads them down the same hall that Brendon walked down yesterday. He opens the door and they walk in. This time the room isn’t so clean. Ryan’s bed looks like he just slept in it and his clothes from yesterday are scattered across the floor. His laptop is open and his messenger bag is sitting on his chair, giving the appearance that Ryan was hard at work late last night, or early this morning.

The door shuts with a click and Brendon sighs when he feels Ryan’s fingers massaging his tense shoulders, relaxing under the boy's touch. Ryan massage’s the right spot and Brendon’s eyes slip shut as he lets out a surprising loud groan. Brendon’s face flushes crimson as he hears Ryan’s laugh.

Which just happens to be music to his ears.

“Feel good?” Ryan whispers into his ear, his breath warm on Brendon’s neck.

Brendon slowly nods his head, smiling to himself. Ryan’s hands stop massaging his shoulders and slide down his back, then to his hips, proceeding to hug Brendon from behind. Ryan smiles and buries his face in the crook of Brendon’s neck, placing gentle kisses here and there. “Why don’t we,” Ryan begins in between kisses. “Go curl up in bed.”

Brendon turns around in the boy's thin arms and quickly attaches his lips to Ryan’s and his headache seems to suddenly disappear. It’s a little desperate and sloppy but Brendon seems to find it the most perfect kiss ever.

And Ryan finds himself actually feeling something.

Ryan's kisses are surprisingly desperate, wrapping his arms around Brendon’s neck now and letting his fingers lazily mess with his brown locks. But he pulls away before things get too out of hand. Brendon’s smiling at him like an idiot and Ryan can’t help but laugh.

“Come on, silly,” Ryan whispers, laughing slightly and leading him over to the bed.

Brendon laughs with him and follows him towards the bed. They slip out of their shoes and Ryan pulls his shirt off, revealing milky white skin that Brendon finds extremely attractive on him.

“I’ll get you some aspirin.”

Brendon shakes his head and grabs onto Ryan’s hand, not letting him go anywhere. “I’m fine now.”

Ryan smiles and nods his head as Brendon climbs into the bed. He flops down on his back, but before he does he pulls off his own shirt. He sighs as his body hits the soft mattress and he knows this thing cost a pretty penny. Brendon feels like he’s floating on clouds. Ryan lies down next to him, spooning the boy.

“This is way better than some date,” Ryan sighs, actually believing the words that are coming out of his mouth.

And all Brendon can do is nod, before drifting off into a deep sleep, so similar to the night before but this time, Ryan makes all the difference.

awwwww
ryan starting to fall for brenny bear!
but who hasn't?
Haha that was über good