The Naked Truth [Ryden]

Twelve: Several Home Truths

"Did you use lube?"

Ryan spluttered, staring at Dallon as if he'd just announced he was part-elephant. "How can that be your most important question?!"

"Just answer it!"

He blushed. "No."

"That must've hurt."

"Brendon likes that sort of thing." Spencer piped up, chin-in-hand. "He's weird."

"Yes, but -"

Dallon waved a hand, effectively shutting him up. "Okay, whatever. We now know that Ryan knows fuck-all about sex." Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but the younger continued. "Anyway, the next step: Brendon's favorite thing is oral." The model grimaced. "The one way to get him to really like you is to give him a really good blowjob."

"No."

"C'mon, Ry - you've already had sex with him."

"Exactly!"

"And you didn't even use lube."

"We were in a rush!"

"Lube, dude!"

"Don't question my life choices!"

Dallon and Ryan's eyes met in a comic kind of standoff, at which Spencer rolled his own eyes, more amused than anything. He sighed before nudging Dallon, knocking him out of it, and when the younger looked towards him, he pointed at the door.

Ryan looked too, seeing a woman stood there, arms folded. Her hair was black and it tumbled over her shoulders, and she was very, very attractive. Definitely someone he'd go for, if he were straight. She was wearing the most clothes he'd ever seen on a woman, because the women he were accustomed to seeing were either the 'that'll be fifty dollars please' kind, or the 'let's see how much I can drink before I pass out' kind.

"No, by all means, carry on." She said, gesturing towards Dallon and Ryan, and the latter recognised her voice as the one that had called the supposedly emergency meeting. "Seems like our little glamour model here has got some issues."

"Ryan, this is Sarah." Spencer said, as she sat down on his other side, leaving Ryan with three pairs of eyes on him and the worst uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He'd prefer to be back at Brendon's by far, the post-sex euphoria encouraging them to watch a movie or two, or even some porn, which was more Brendon's style. And he couldn't believe his thoughts, because preferring Brendon's to this was surely a crime in itself. "She's a victim of Brendon's, too."

"I prefer the term ex-girlfriend, but we'll go with yours if you wish." She rolled her eyes, pushing her hair back.

"In all honesty," Ryan said, laughing shakily. "I'm really not surprised."

She flashed Spencer and Dallon a smile. "See? He's learning."

Spencer glanced towards the ceiling in one of those 'fucking hell' glances, before tapping his fingers on the table. They were gathered at the house Spencer shared with his parents, only said parents were in Italy, so Spencer could do what he liked for now - which was plotting against his ex, it seemed.

"So you finally did it, then." He said, and Ryan nodded. "Didn't think you had it in you."

"Well technically I didn't, Brendon had it in him, but yeah, same thing." He shrugged, and to his surprise, Spencer smiled.

"Well done, Ryan. Thank you. I think this might actually work."

~

Brendon opened the door, and it took Ryan all of three seconds to step in and grab the front of his shirt, their mouths meeting halfway. He pushed hard against the pornstar, the younger's arms winding around his waist as he backed them against the wall.