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If only tonight we could sleep...
By Cat

 


I think it's kinda fucked up but if you like it at least a little please review :):) well, actually if you don't like it let me know too

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Brendon Urie woke up in the morning and trying to collect his random thoughts he realized that today's gonna be totally duties-free day. He smiled and still lying stretched and looked at the watch. Half past nine, mmm… No need to hurry… He loved such long and lazy mornings. After a while he got up and stretching once more he started to put on his trousers. Then sighed as he looked inside his bag. Okay, I bet Ryan has some clean t-shirts extra. With this thought and hearing sounds coming from Ryan's room he opened his doors and frowned. In the same second Ryan's door were closed by a girl with smudged gaudy makeup and short skirt. Too shortthought Brendon still frowning. That kid must have kinda problem with himself and someone should talk to him. Every morning situation was the same: random girls leaving Ryan's room quickly so that nobody could see them and with lowered eyes. Always different, none of them spent more than one night with Ryan.

Brendon came inside Ryan's room and found him still lying in his bed.

“So…” he began

“So what?” asked Ryan didn't even bothering to open his eyes.

“So what was her name?” he asked sarcastically. Ryan opened one eye and looked questioningly at his friend.

“How could I know? I didn't ask…” Brendon rolled his eyes, sighed and sat on Ryan's bed.

“Dude… you sure you know what you're doing?” he asked seriously looking at Ryan's face with care.

“Yeah… still trying to sleep as we had today free day. But as long as you're here I feel I won't manage” He sighed and sat on the bed. “Wanna talk?”

“Ry, we're worrying about you. It's not only me but also Jon and Spence. Well, you know… you're changing into… kinda whore…” Brendon had no idea what he actually wanted to tell Ryan, all the more what words should he use. Ryan fell heavily onto his bed and then slowly crawled from the bed.

“Don't you guys have any other problems to take care of?” he asked getting annoyed.

“Well, as it turns out you are our most important problem at the moment.” Brendon answered calmly not letting Ryan to throw him off the track. “So I'll be grateful if you could tell me what the fuck is your problem, huh?”

“For your information: I don't have any problems. See how happy guy am I?” he spread his arms and smiled quickly and insincerely. “You really don't have to worry about me”

“Ross, you're really pissing me off” now Brendon started to getting annoyed, too. “What's wrong with you, I'm asking one more time. Every night different girl, let's say of slightly unknown origin, besides…”

“Brendon, listen” Ryan butted in impolitely. He seemed angry. “I'm not prying into your business or your bed - oh, what a pity! - and I ask you to do the same. And if you don't want to have a whore in the band then…” he didn't manage to finish the sentence as the door opened and they could see Spencer's joyful face

“Hey, guys, come for breakfast and later little hitting the town, what do you think?” - suddenly he realized Brendon and Ryan looking at themselves as if they we're going to murder each other so he added quickly “or… maybe… anyway, breakfast can wait, right?” and disappeared behind the door slamming them silently.

“Look, Ryan” a moment of break calmed Brendon down a little, he took a deep breath and continued “I'm REALLY worried about you” when Ryan opened his mouth to answer Brendon silenced him with a hand gesture “let me finish, ok?” Ryan nodded with resignation. “I think I don't have to explain to you how dangerous it is, do I?” Ryan gave him are-you-kidding-me look. “Great. So tell me, why can't you find a proper girlfriend, fall in love with her, date with her and be happy with her - I can't believe I'm saying that… - like Jon with Cassie or Spence with Halley, huh? Why?”

“First, stop scolding me for not having a girlfriend because as far as I know you don't have one neither” Brendon grimaced. Guess why Ryan, guess why…

“I'm not sleeping with whores”

“Well maybe you don't have to satisfy your physiological needs, huh?” Ryan said snappy and was immediately hit by flying pillow.

“Ross, it's no laughing matter. I just want to talk about it.” said Brendon getting serious again.

“There's nothing to talk about, Bden. Believe me. Besides how do you know that I'm not in love actually?” Ryan immediately regretted words he let slip.

“Are you?” Brendon was staring at his friend with eyes wide opened couldn't believe in want he just heard. Oh no! Ryan's in love with someone and I didn't notice!

Ryan has just finished getting dressed.

“Let's go for breakfast” - he pretended not to hear Brendon's last words and went towards the door but Brendon caught him.

“No way, now you have to tell me everything and you'll not wriggle out of this!” he looked questioningly at Ryan for few seconds. “Ryan, what is your problem? Or rather who is your problem?” he corrected himself. It's gonna kill me, but… whatever…

“Well” Ryan started “actually my problem is you, Brendon” he said slowly with lowered eyes while Brendon just sighed.

“Okay… “ Brendon said with downcast voice and raised his arms in defeat gesture. “I'm giving up. Don't want to tell me so don't tell…”

“Brendon, wait!” Ryan surprised even himself with these words. It shouldn't be like that. They should go for breakfast now and forget about this whole situation. “Wait… I just told that you are my problem…”

“Yeah dude, I got it. `Get lost Urie cause I'm sick of you and your prying into my life'. I really got it” he said bitterly not even giving a look to Ryan. Forget it, Brendon, forget about him!

“No!” Ryan almost shouted. Brendon looked at him, surprised. “I mean… you are my problem `cause… the person I'm in love with you… it's you, Brendon…” Suddenly he realized that he's unconsciously sinking his nail into Brendon's arm. He loosened the grip and stared at his hand with disbelief while in room fell sudden silence. In similar disbelief, but staring at Ryan Brendon was rubbing his arm.

“What… What did you say” he asked staring straight at Ryan's lowered head.

Ryan looked at him and suddenly realized what he's done and a flash of fear appeared in his hazel eyes.

“Doesn't matter, forget about it…” he could feel tears coming into his eyes. He turned rapidly towards the door so that Brendon couldn't see him crying. Brendon was still standing dumbfounded. Has he just told me he's in love with me?

“But, Ryan…” he didn't know what to say as too many thoughts was coming flooding into his brain.

“I say forget, Brendon” Ryan went to the door and started to open it but suddenly he felt other hand on his hand holding he handle.

“Don't!” he heard and in the next second he could feel Brendon pushing him against the door and impatiently pressing his lips against Ryan's. He was surprised, but he longed Brendon to do it for so long… He moved his hand to Brendon's neck while the other was still lying on the handle under the Brendon's hand. But then sudden thoughts came to his head. For him this kiss was fulfilling of his all dreams, even better, but what was that for Brendon? He pushed him away. What the fuck? Ryan I need you…

“What's wrong?” asked Brendon carefully studying Ryan's face when two little tears streamed it from under his closed eyelids. God, Ryan… He wiped them with his thumbs. Ryan pushed him away again but Brendon blocked his hands and pinned them to the door on the both sides of his head. “Ryan..?”

Next drops were streaming down his face.

“Just leave me alone, Brendon, okay?” he said silently and there was so much pain and fear in his voice that Brendon could felt his eyes becoming wet too.

“Why should I” he whispered and then Ryan raised his eyes to look at him.

“Because I love you. Because you don't love me. Because it hurts. Because…” his `because counting-out' was broken by Brendon's gentle kiss.

“How do you know I don't love you, mr. know-all, huh?” He asked moving his lips up and down Ryan's cheek and then finally to the ear where he whispered “I love you” before he started to kiss it. Ryan moved his head so that he could look into Brendon's eyes.

“Do you?” he asked in disbelief. Brendon smiled and started to kiss Ryan's tears off his face.

“I do. Truly and madly.” Ryan took his face into his hands while Brendon's hands were around Ryan's waist, pulling him as close as possible.

“So why you never told me?”

“I don't know… I was afraid that you're gonna get rid of me or something, I guess.”

“You know what…” started Ryan as Brendon went back to kissing every little piece of skin on his face.

“Mhmm.?”

“If you told me earlier I wouldn't have to spend all this disgusting nights with cheap whores trying to not think about you…” Brendon looked deeply into his eyes.

“Disgusting? You didn't like it?” he asked smirking and Ryan kissed him.

“Disgusting.”

“So maybe now I could help you… You won't have to try not to think about me as you'll have me always right next to you, each and every night. What do you think?” he stopped kissing for a while.

“I can think about it…” said Ryan winking and moving his hands to back of Brendon's head and pulling him into this most awaited sweet and promising kiss.

Someone opened the door and then quickly withdraw, then they could've heard Jon's voice

“Spencer, I'm afraid you could be emotionally handicapped. Can't you differ “murdering themselves” from just “fucking themselves”?...

 

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