Four Months Later

Urie Residence

Brendon was woken by the sound of a groan and he himself let out a whine of protest as he felt a hand push down on his stomach. He finally cracked his eyes opened and looked around to see it was all dark, meaning it was still night-time. Brendon's clock flashed 3:13 in big red numbers.

He suddenly remembered of the sleepover he had with his friend last night and looked over aside of him to see a head with disheveled caramel hair. The head turned around towards Brendon and he noticed it looked anxious.

The sleeping figure panted out loudly and even moaned a couple of times. His cheeks were flushed and his wavy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Brendon stared at him with wide eyes and wondered if he was having a bad nightmare or maybe-

Ryan suddenly pushed himself against Brendon's side and Brendon gasped as he felt Ryan's clear erection. Fuck. It all came in realization to Brendon as he felt the semi-hard cock against his bare thigh since he slept in only boxers. Holy shit, Ryan was having a wet dream.

Brendon suddenly became hard as he comprehended there was only a thin layer of cloth between him and Ryan Ross' penis. Ohmygod. When did I get so freaking lucky?

Brendon stared at him, unsure. "Ry-"

Ryan's eyes shot open and over the dim moonlight Brendon could see his eyes beginning to focus and register Brendon's confused face. Ryan didn't think twice before he was lunging at Brendon and feverishly kissing Brendon's lips.

Brendon kissed back not even a second after and soon Ryan was on top of him with each of his legs on either side of Brendon. Ryan lied his elbows aside of Brendon's head and rubbed his cock against Brendon's own hard one.

"Fuck, Ryan." Brendon pulled away slightly to say. Ryan continued panting.

"Shut up." He said and took Brendon's lips into his own again. Ryan made sure their tongues met and soon Brendon felt Ryan's move across the roof of his mouth. Ever so slowly Ryan moved one of his hands down Brendon's side and gradually moved it across Brendon's thigh before palming him through Brendon's boxers.

Brendon moaned extremely loudly into Ryan mouth and even louder as Ryan sucked on his tongue, taking no mercy or even caring about the neighbors. They were lucky Brendon's parents were out of town.

Shit. Brendon thought as Ryan moved his hand under Brendon's waistband and disappeared into his boxer shorts. Ryan's magical long fingers wrapped around his dick and began pumping it up and down, his mouth still working on Brendon.

"Ryan, faster." Brendon whined. Ryan didn't reply but did what he was told, thrusting at a faster pace.

It wasn't long before Brendon came into Ryan hand, covering it with his cum and moaning Ryan name in pleasure. Ryan smirked and removed his hand from Brendon's boxers, completely ignoring the cum, and fell beside Brendon on the bed. He threw his hand down his own boxers and began working on his rock hard cock, Brendon getting aroused at just the look of Ryan jerking off. Ryan's head was thrown back and his breathing quickened. Ryan didn't last and moaned Brendon's name, obviously thinking of him as he came. He wiped his hand on the bed sheets. Brendon didn't complain, couldn't complain as Ryan once again threw himself on Brendon.

Both boys were pathetically hard again and Ryan's hands were currently working on sliding Brendon's boxers off completely and reaching for a condom when-

It all hit Brendon. What, how, when…why?

He threw Ryan off of him and glared at him with obvious hate in his eyes.

"What?" Ryan asked while seeming annoyed. He crossed his arms across his chest and stared at Brendon with an eyebrow raised, waiting.

"What the fuck, Ryan!" Brendon yelled. Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Don't say you didn't like it."

Brendon growled out of frustration and slammed his hand into the wall aside of him. "That's the fucking problem. You know I'd like it and you use it against me." Brendon snapped. Ryan frowned.

"I'm not using it against you."

"Obviously not," Brendon shouted sarcastically, "I hate to know you're using me, Ryan! Okay? You're fucking using me!"

Ryan shook his head. "I'm not if you know and let me."

"I have no choice. You know what I think about you. You know I fucking like you much more than a friend and yet you don't do anything about it!" Brendon was glaring at Ryan so hatefully, Ryan flinched.

"I was going to." Ryan responded, talking about the condom he was going to use.

"That's not the point."

Ryan got up on his feet to Brendon's level with narrowed eyes. "You know I don't like you back."

"You could!" Brendon was pleading now, his eyes threatening to fill with tears, "Ryan, you could give me a shot. I swear I'd love you forever and give you all I could!"

Ryan scoffed and turned away. "No. You can't. I wouldn't be happy." He said. Brendon's eyes widened and he took a step back, seeming as if he had just gotten slapped.

"I could make you happy." He whispered. Ryan grimaced.

"No, you can't. It just isn't possible."

"So you just use me when Keltie isn't here to satisfy you, right?" Brendon snapped, "Not letting her know you're with another guy!"

"I'm not with another guy! I'm just fucking around with you!" Ryan was too shouting now, "I'm straight, Brendon. Get over it. I'm not gay like you are! I only love Keltie and always will!"

A bitter laugh escaped Brendon's mouth and he turned away. "Right. And any straight guy goes giving other gay guys hand jobs and fucks them while they're apparently in love with another woman."

Ryan snorts and calmly falls to sit on Brendon's bed. "Our kisses mean nothing."

Brendon's eyes widened and he tried to hide the fact that his bottom lip had started trembling, backing away. He ran out of his room without another word and slammed the door behind him.

X-X-X

Spencer was looking far away when Ryan arrived at school two days later. He hadn't heard of Brendon since, for which he was thankful. He didn't need any more drama.

"What's up?" Ryan asked as he leaned on the locker next to his friend's. Spencer seemed to snap out of his gaze.

"You didn't hear?" Spencer whispered. Ryan immediately grew worried. Spencer Smith never seemed like anyone but his confident self, bitch face on whenever others were near.

"What happened?" He questioned, eating some of his chips. Spencer stared at the ground.

"It's Brendon, Ryan. I thought you would have known since you were at his house. He attempted suicide. His parents sent him to psychiatric ward. They said he was crazy."

Ryan's eyes widened and took the time to take this all in. Spencer was staring at him through his eyelashes as his face still faced the ground. He ran to his car without another word again.

It didn't matter if he had to do something stupid for his parents to send him there too. He had to see Brendon and tell him the truth of his sexuality.

Though he had a feeling Brendon wouldn't come running into his arms this time.