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What Monsters Taste Like
By Crayola

 


What Monsters Taste Like

Author: Crayola

Pairing: Brendan/Ryan

Genre: Romance, General, Fluff, whatever else I feel like

A/N: inspired by boredom, Monsters, and the need for good Bredon/Ryan fluff. I don't own Monster or anyone from P! ATD. If I did, I'd be way to hyper & oversexed to write this.

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What did Monsters taste like?

Ryan loved them with all his heart. They were his crack, except minus the `illegal drug' part. They kept him awake, even if he wasn't the most alert thing alive. But a couple more pop him right up, until Ryan finally conked out from either an overdose of caffeine, lack of sleep, or something else. He really couldn't remember.

There was just one small problem in Ryan's' little addiction: He never knew what they tasted like. It was this odd, sickly sweet-tart flavor… like strawberries mixed with sugar. Or was it cherries? Did it even fucking matter to him?

He was slumped against the wall, a gigantic can of Monster in hand, staring at nothing. It was 3 AM, and he was practically asleep, and needed more caffeine so he could get back to doing nothing. Ryan giggled to himself, and was about to snap open the lid, when Brendon snaked beside him.

“No more.” He said, trying to take the can from him. Ryan looked up, and bared his teeth

“Fuck No.” He snapped back.

“You've had eight. FUCKING EIGHT. That's too many”

“So?”

“The can says you should only drink three.”

“They also say Elvis is dead.”

“You fuckwit.” Brendon whispered, and looked over towards where Ryan was staring. Suddenly he thought of something. Turing back to Ryan, He tried to grab the can.

“I said N-“ Ryan yelled, except the last part was cut off by the fact that Brendon's lips connected with his. He tried to struggle, but couldn't bring himself to. Ryan could feel one of Brendon's hand snake around his waist, and another grabbed the can of Monster, but was dazed by the fact that Brendon was going all teeth & tongue on him

“Got it.” Brendon muttered, the two breaking apart. He walked away, taking the can with him. Ryan, still dazed, just stared ahead.

He'd finally figured out what Monsters tasted like. They tasted like Brendon.

 

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