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ryans starting to like brendon!

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Chapter 7


Brendon’s eyes flutter open to the quick clicking of computer keys. The next thing he notices is that the room is no longer illuminated by sunlight but artificial lights in the room. It’s pitch black when he glances out the open window; a slight breeze rustles the curtains and Brendon suddenly realizes were he is.

He rubs his tired eyes with the palms of his hands, trying to rid himself of the sleepy feeling. Brendon arches his back into a curve, stretches his arms and legs as well, before rolling over on his side and almost right into Ryan’s lap. He smiles down at Brendon, stretching his won arms out the uncomfortable position they have been in for the last hour and a half.

Brendon yawns, “What are you working on?” He wraps his arms tightly around the pillow his head is resting on.

Ryan lets out a content sigh, “Nothing.” He clicks his macbook shut. “Just messing around. I should probably be reading or studying but I’m starting to get a bit sleepy.”

Ryan lets out a yawn, a sign that sleepiness is definitely starting to get the best of him. Brendon however, groans thinking about how he should probably be studying or working on something instead of lying bed, but he’s too comfortable and tired.

Not to mention he really likes Ryan’s presence.

“What time is it?”

Ryan places his laptop on his nightstand and slides off the bed. “Almost one.”

Brendon doesn’t even really car how late it is anymore, but he knows he isn’t going back to his dorm tonight. Sure, Jon may be worried but he’ll just deal with it tomorrow. He props his head up on his hand, letting his eyes take in every sharp edge of Ryan’s skinny frame. The thing boy is lazily attempting to take off his jeans. He finally gets the button done after a few seconds of fumbling with it and slides them down his hips, revealing a red pair of boxer briefs.

Brendon smiles to himself because Ryan has no ass.

Ryan throws his jeans across the room and turns around to face Brendon. “What are you smiling at?”

Brendon shakes his head and flushes slightly because he totally just stared at Ryan’s package for a few seconds.

He scrunches up his nose in a teasing manner. “You have no butt.”

Ryan rolls his eyes, but gives Brendon a charming smile and climbs back into bed. “Yeah, well you make up for what I lack.”

Its Brendon’s turn to roll his eyes as he curls into Ryan’s side. He nuzzles his face into his neck mumbling, “Shut up.”

Ryan laughs and wraps his arms around the younger boy protectively. He buries his face into the soft hair atop Brendon’s head. He takes in a deep breath, his nose filling with the sweet scent of Brendon’s shampoo. Ryan really likes it and realizes he may be enjoying this little cuddle fest a tad too much.

They both remain silent just lying there in each others arms, listening to each other breath. The quietness relaxes the two and soon causes them to nod off.

And when they fall asleep, their breathing is one.

--

An annoying alarm clock is what wakes up the two boys next. They managed to get tangled up in each others limbs throughout the night. Brendon’s leg is wrapped around Ryan’s hip, their chests pressed tightly together, with Brendon’s head still in the crook of Ryan’s neck.

Ryan untangles one arm from around Brendon and brings it to his face. “Fuck,” he groans, rubbing his tired eyes with the palms of his hands.

Brendon decides its probably bet if he untangles himself from Ryan, so he does, but continues to just lie on his back and stare up at the ceiling. Ryan is still trying to wake himself up.

The younger boy stretches out his muscles with a groan from the back of his throat before asking, “Hey, what time is it?”

Ryan rolls his eyes because he isn’t in the mood to be asked any questions. He isn’t a morning person and frankly, he doesn’t give a flying fuck what time it is, he just wants to get back to sleep. He rolls onto his side away from Brendon. “Who the fuck cares?”

Brendon glares at Ryan’s bare back before sliding out of his bed. He checks the clock himself before searching for his shirt and shoes. “Shit,” he panics, “It's nine! I’m fucking late for a lecture!”

Ryan groans, shifting his weight then placing his pillow on top of his head, hoping the annoying voice will just shut the fuck up already, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to sleep here you annoying fuck.”

That comment earns another glare from Brendon. He’s pissed at how much a spoiled little brat Ryan is. He bets when he’s back at home he has someone waiting on him hand and foot and the bastard probably sleeps in until the late afternoon.

And now he begins to wonder why he even spent the night or even considered hitting on the rich kid, as he puts on his shoes, slips into his shirt and grabs his backpack before heading to the door.

He opens it and stands in the open doorway and glances at Ryan, who is pretending to be asleep. “Bye, asshole,” he spits out bitterly and slams the door behind him without waiting for a response from Ryan.

--


After a long day of lectures all Brendon wants to do is go back to his dorm and collapse onto his pathetic excuse for abed, but of course nothing ever happens to go Brendon’s way. On the way back to his dorm, he runs into someone, and it isn’t Ryan.

It’s Spencer.

“Hey Brendon,” he greets happily, his backpack slung over his shoulder. He has on a pair of dark was designer jeans and a snug fitting top that must have cost just as much. His hair looks like it was professionally styled for him this morning.

It must be nice to have money, Brendon thinks before greeting Spencer. “Hey man, what’s up?” he smiles toward the rich blond who shakes his head in reply.

He looks in the direction of the house and nods. “Just heading back home. You going back to the house as well?”

Brendon avoids Spencer’s piercing blue eyes and shakes his head because there is no way in hell he’s going back only to be bitched at by Ryan, “No, not today.”

Spencer gives him a cautious look, afraid to ask what has been on his mind all day. He says at length, “So that was you who slammed the door and woke up all the Kappa Tau’s this morning?”

A sigh escapes Brendon’s lips as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. It’s a big greasy and he decides to shower once he gets back to his dorm. “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to--"

“--Ryan didn’t seen very happy,” the blond says, scrunching up this nose, “I was wondering what he had been so pissed off a-"

“-Brendon!”

The freshmen turns his head in the direction he hears his voice coming from; Jon is walking towards the two, slightly out of breath. “Where the fuck have you been?”

Brendon furrows his eyebrows in confusion before saying, “At a lecture.”

Jon gives Spencer a glance. “I meant last night.”

He bites his lip and stares down at the ground beneath his feet as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. He knows Jon probably already figured out where he was last night because hello, Jon’s not stupid.

“I was at Ryan’s...”

Spencer gives Jon a smile that makes his insides churn. He’s just happy Ryan’s showing interest in someone who isn’t Jon. Ryan brian-washed all the Kappa Tau’s into believing that Jon was the one who dumped Ryan, who cheated on him, broke his heart, when really it was the other way around. Of course everyone had believed Ryan over Jon. They hated him for what Ryan said he had done and Jon had no choice but to leave.

But Spencer knows what Ryan’s up to, too. And of course he thinks Jon deserves it all. He turns to Brendon and gives him a cheeky grin. “Anyway, Ryan isn’t a morning person, so cut him a little slack. He wasn’t trying to be an asshole on purpose.”

And Jon finds himelf nodding because he would know of course he would know. He spent more mornings in Ryan’s room than his own. The boy likes to be woken up to soft kisses and hushed words.

Spencer notices Jon’s distant look,” Right Jon?”

Brendon gives him a puzzled look because how on earth would Jon know about a thing like this?

“Right.”

Spencer smiles at him in approval. “Right, so I’m sure I’ll be seeing you later Brendon. Bye Jon,” he says and leaves before Brendon can ask him any questions.

“What was he talking about?”

Jon looks at his best friend, who’s giving him a longing look. He wants answers but Jon knows if he says anything it’ll be used against him. “Nothing, I was just agreeing. Spencer just wanted me to back him up.”

The two start walking back towards the dorms but Brendon’s still curious. “Jon, I thought you weren’t friends with any Kappa Tau’s.”

“I’m not.”

“Then how do you know Ryan and Spencer?”

Jon didn’t see this on coming. He nervously swallows the lump in his throat, “They're not my friends.”

But that’s not enough for Brendon. “But what about the other morning? When you were talking to Ryan. What were you talking about?”

Their finally back at their dorm and Jon just wants this stupid conversation to be done with and yeah, okay maybe Ryan too. “I was yelling at him for what he did to you that night. It was stupid but he explained to me why and though it was absurd, I knew he meant no harm.”

Brendon smiles, seemingly satisfied with Jon’s answer, “Good because you wouldn’t let him hurt me would you?”

And Jon’s heart aches as he forces out a smile. “Of course not.”


--


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Chapter 8

It’s the following Friday and Pledge week is officially over. Brendon collapses onto Ryan’s bed, exhausted from today’s activities. “So what was the point of us running five miles, swimming fifty laps, and doing five-hundred push ups?”

Laughing, Ryan shakes his head and sits down on his bed next to Brendon. The fun fact of the matter is that Brendon's not even exaggerating when he uses those numbers. “No point,” he says, rubbing Brendon’s back, whose shirt is damp with sweat. “We just like watching you pledges suffer.”

Pledge week had been pretty easy up until this morning. They hadn’t been asked to do anything too extreme but Brendon had had a feeling earlier in the week that Friday would have been the day that Ryan would decide to work them the hardest. But now its over and their celebrating by partying tonight.

Brendon lets out a groan as Ryan continues to massage his tense muscles. “I can’t let you drink tonight,” Ryan informs him, kneading his knuckles into Brendon’s shoulder blades. He doesn’t want another drunk fight after all.

At the moment, Brendon doesn’t even really care at all if he can drink or not, he’s too focused on having his back rubbed. “I don’t care,” he sighs,” Keep going.”

Ryan laughs slightly before straddling Brendon’s back. He lets his slim fingers run up under the fabric of Brendon’s shirt, feeling his warm skin against his cool palms. He slides the shirt up Brendon’s sides and the younger one sits up slightly so he can pull it off the rest of the way.

His skin is slightly tanner than Ryan’s, who feels as pale as a ghost when comparing his skin next to Brendon’s. “Hand me the massage oil will you?”

Brendon lazily reaches for the small bottle of oil that’s resting on Ryan’s nightstand and hands it to Ryan, who pops open the top and squirts some into the palm of his hand. He rubs his hands together to heat up the oil then begins to massage Brendon’s back again.

A warm feeling spreads throughout Brendon’s body as he relaxes even more into Ryan’s touch. He feels Ryan’s long fingers running up and down his back, getting lower every time. “Can I pull your shorts down a bit?”

Brendon merrily nods in reply and feels his basketball shorts being tugged down. He feels them now slung way below his hips and he’s pretty sure his ass is hanging out because his dick is practically doing the same out the front of his shorts. He can feel Ryan’s hands on him again, starting to massage his newly exposed skin.

Suddenly, Brendon feels wet kisses on his neck. Ryan’s sucking and biting the sensitive skin. He can’t help it because he hasn’t been this close to Brendon like this. They haven’t hooked up in over a week and Ryan really just wants to hear Brendon moan right now. Over the past week they’ve shared innocent kisses but that has been all.

Brendon’s half hard from Ryan kissing his neck alone. Ryan lets his hand dance along down Brendon’s side as he stops straddling him and curls into his side. His hand rests on Brendon’s hip and pulls the boy up onto his side so their spooning. Brendon glances back at Ryan who kisses him gently before sucking on his thick bottom lip. His fingers reach Brendon’s pubic hair, playing with the soft curls as he kisses Brendon a bit more roughly this time.

Brendon’s cock is throbbing and begging for some attention. He pulls back slightly from Ryan’s mouth, ”Touch me.”

And he’s never sounded so needy in his life.

Brendon turns around so he’s facing Ryan now, burying his face into his neck. Ryan reaches forward and wraps one hand around the base of Brendon’s cock. Brendon moans and his mouth hangs open as Ryan starts a steady rhythm with his hand, the other gently cupping and slightly squeezing Brendon’s balls.

Pre-come begins leaking from the tip and Ryan takes that opportunity to slide his thumb over the slit. Brendon moans loudly into Ryan’s neck, his hips jerking forward as he fucks himself against Ryan’s hand.

Ryan thumbs the slit again and Brendon grabs onto Ryan as if his life depended on it. He needs to feel Ryan against him. He pushes Ryan’s hand away and smashes their bodies together. Brendon’s a whimpering mess as Ryan rocks his hips against his, just now noticing how turned on he has been this whole time. Brendon reaches for Ryan’s shorts and managers to pull them down with one swift movement.

Ryan bites his lip to keep a loud moan from spilling out because his cock is now rubbing against Brendon’s and he really had no idea how good this was going to feel.

Brendon hooks a leg around Ryan’s waist, pulling him even closer, and begins to hump the life out of him. Ryan’s now reduced to whimpering mess as he tries his hardest to meet Brendon’s fast thrusts. “Oh god,” he cries, digging his nails into the pale skin of Brendon’s back, “Oh fuck!”

Brendon’s body tenses as he thrusts hard against Ryan’s hips, crying out the boys name. He moans as he jerks and rides out the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced. Brendon passionately kisses Ryan as he reaches in between the two of them and quickly begins to jerk him off. Its only a matter of seconds before Ryan cries out into Brendon’s mouth, his whole body jerking as he comes in hot spurts across Brendon’s stomach. He quickly pulls the younger one into his arms and Brendon lets a content sigh as he burries his face back into the crook of his now sweaty neck.

Ryan sighs and closes his eyes, “God, Bren.”

Brendon curls into him, sounding like a child as he incoherently mumbles, "Sleep now," exhausted from they day's events.

Ryan laughs shortly, "Brendon," he chuckles, and he waits for a response but gets nothing from the spent boy, fast asleep in his arms.


--


At around five PM that evening, three hours after he fell asleep, Brendon is being woken by someone gently stroking his hair. His chocolate eyes flutter open meeting a pair of hazel orbs.

Ryan smiles at him, still softly playing with his hair. “Hey sleepyhead.” Brendon smiles at him and arches his back up into a curve. The sheets of Ryan’s bed are covering his waist down and he figures Ryan must have placed the sheets over him while he was fast asleep. Ryan leans down and places a kiss on his forehead before asking, “Are you coming with me to the party?”

“Only if you want me too.”

A warm feeling spreads through Ryan, a feeling he hasn’t felt since Jon. He feels happy, wanted and his heart skips a beat at the sight of it, that he knows he’s got feelings, real feelings for Brendon.


--


Even though Ryan had told Brendon earlier he wasn’t allowed to drink, he lets him anyways and the eighteen year old is starting to get a bit out of hand.

The freshmen is dancing on the coffee table, grinding against two sorority girls. It was the first mixer of the year and well, Brendon was two drunk to notice that their slutty girls who want in his pants, but Ryan isn’t going to let that happen. “Come on, Ry,” he slurs, “Come dance with me.” Ryan shakes his head and laughs, although he is a tad bit jealous of those girls Brendon’s sandwiched between.

Brendon gives him the best pout he can muster in his drunken state. “Ry,” he whines, leaning over to grab any part of Ryan he can reach but ends up loosing his balance. Ryan’s reflexes are quick as he catches Brendon in his arms. The boy smiles and quickly attacks Ryan’s lips.

Ryan smiles into the kiss because right now, he’s showing everyone that Brendon is his, even if it isn’t official yet. Brendon wraps his arms tightly around Ryan’s neck and pulls him in deeper, sliping his tongue into his mouth. Brendon tastes like hard liquor but Ryan doesn’t mind one bit. “You’re a good kisser,” Brendon giggles, brushing his nose against Ryan’s.

Spencer walks by with a beer in his hand, heading over towards a tall Kappa Tau named William. He would be spending the evening getting drunk with his best friend, but Ryan wanted to be sober and let Brendon have his fun. Sure, it pissed Spencer off a bit and he wasn’t quite sure why Ryan was doing it but he didn’t ask questions, just decided to hang out with his other friends in the frat. Brendon makes a grab at one of the beers in Spencer’s hand and starts downing it. “Whoa, hey,” Ryan takes the beer out of his hands, some spilling out of Brendon’s mouth. “You’ve had enough, crazy.”

“But Ry…”

Spencer rolls his eyes and takes the beer in Ryan’s hand and heads back over to his other friends. Ryan pulls Brendon into his arms to keep him from whining and complaining for the lack of alcohol he didn’t have but mostly to just keep him standing up properly. “Maybe we should make you some coffee.”

Brendon nods his head. “Coffee, good,” he slurs.


--


The next thing Brendon remembers is waking up on the cold, hard tile floor of a bathroom. A blanket is draped across his body, his upper torso bare and his head resting on a feathery soft pillow. Speaking of his head, it was pounding as if he had been hit by a frying pan. He however, doesn’t remember that ever happening.

He rolls over and feels of wave of nausea wash over him and he realizes why he was in the bathroom in the first place, but he also knows who put him there.

A skinny leg is hanging over the side of the bathtub and not just any skinny leg, no, Ryan’s skinny leg. Brendon smiles and slowly sits up to get a better look at him. He rest’s his head on the edge of the tub and glances down.

It’s the cutest thing Brendon’s ever seen. Ryan’s sprawled out in the tub, a blanket slightly covering his frame and his head resting on a pillow just like the one Brendon was using. His mouth was open slightly, small snoring noises escaping his mouth and his hair is all over the place.

Brendon grabs the blanket and pulls it up to Ryan’s chin. He pushes back the hair on his forehead as Ryan’s eyes shoot open. He quickly sits up, worrying filling in him. “Are you okay?” Brendon nods his head and Ryan wraps his arms around the boys bare torso, hugging him close and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Does your head hurt?” Ryan whispers, afraid if he raises it, it’ll hurt Brendon’s poor head even more.

“Yeah.”

Ryan stands up and climbs out of the bathtub, carefully helping the hung over boy up to his feet. “Let’s go lie in bed.”

They lazily make their way into Ryan’s room, the older boy having laced his fingers with Brendon’s. “You took care of me?”

Ryan nods his head as he helps Brendon climb into his bed. “Yeah,” he snuggles up next to Brendon. “Why wouldn’t I?” Brendon gives him a weak smile, shrugging his shoulders. Ryan wraps his arms around him.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Ryan whispers and Brendon nods his head. “I enjoyed taking care of you.”

Brendon smiles back, “Can I tell you a secret?” Ryan looks into his dark eyes. Visibly, Brendon looks terrible, but that smile of his is telling Ryan otherwise. “Of course.”

The curvy boy scoots closer to Ryan, pecking his mouth. “I liked when you took care of me.” He presses another soft kiss to the corner of Ryan’s thin lips.

Ryan wraps his arms around Brendon, flushing their bodies together. “I bet you don’t even remember it,” he laughs. “I spent all fucking night making sure you didn’t puke anywhere else but the toilet.”

Brendon snorts slightly and it’s the cutest thing Ryan’s ever heard. “I don’t remember.” Ryan smiles and kisses Brendon’s hair, which smells a bit like alcohol and faintly of vomit but he doesn’t even care. He gently strokes the boys hair. “Sleep, silly.”

Said boy is already fighting to stay awake, slowly but surely loosing the battle. He’s soon fast asleep in Ryan’s tight embrace. The older boy lies there with the most innocent boy he’s ever met in his life and that innocence is slowly starting to disappear.

And Ryan’s feelings are starting to appear.


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