Lets Not And Say We Did

Nine

"I was..." He trailed off. Glancing at Ryan. Silently asking if he was allowed to tell one of his best friends the truth. Ryan shook his head slightly. "I was at my boyfriend's house."

"Oh?" His eyebrows pushed in slightly. "You found out where Andy was staying?"

"I-no." He never lied to Brendon. He was uncomfortable again. "I met a new guy."

"Last night and he's your boyfriend already?" The skepticism was clear in his voice.

"I like him a lot."

"That still doesn't explain why you're with this douche bag." He motioned to Ryan with the tilt of his head.

"You're not a friendly person, are you?" Ryan smirked.

"Only to people I like." Brendon frowned and pursed his lips. "Patrick?"

"This is his best friend. He gave me a ride to pick up some of my stuff."

"Pick up your stuff? You're moving in with this guy? You just started dating him yesterday!" Brendon was skeptical again. He tried not to look him in the eyes. "If your search for a place is that difficult, I could help you go half on this place. And Joe could chip in. Maybe-"

"I want to move in with my boyfriend, Bren."

"Why?" His gaze narrowed in on Ryan again. "Are they black mailing you?"

"Patrick, we don't have time for this." Ryan sighed.

"Don't you tell my best friend what he does and doesn't have time for." Brendon snapped.

"We have to go shopping. And then-"

"Shopping?" Brendon interrupted.

"Yes."

"I'm great at shopping! Just let me get dressed."

Brendon and Patrick sat in the backseat together as Ryan drove to some shopping strip they'd never been to. Instead of parking like a normal person, Ryan stopped near some secluded looking parking garage. As soon as they opened the door and stepped out, a young man rushed to the side of the car.

"The keys are in there. Its Ross's car."

The man nodded quickly in understanding.

Ryan began walking back to the shopping area. Brendon and Patrick followed a few feet behind. All the stores looked so exclusive. And really expensive. Patrick didn't like it. This place didn't feel like him at all. Ryan finally stopped in front of some store with a French name Patrick couldn't pronounce.

"This is it?" He asked Ryan.

"It's one of my favorite stores. I would have taken you to one of Pete's favorites but you don't look like the suit and tie kind of guy."

"I'm not."

"This store is so bitchin'" Brendon said in awe as he walked in ahead of the other two. A red sweater caught his eyes and he stopped to examine it. On instinct, his fingers reached out to find the price tag connected to it. $1500?! Was that shit sewn with colored gold?

"Pretty penny, huh?" Ryan was suddenly behind him. Brendon flinched.

"Ugly penny." He put the shirt back. "I think we came to the wrong place."

"Patrick's new boyfriend is paying for his shopping spree."

"Shit, Pat. You just met the guy! What is he, some prince?"

Patrick laughed uncomfortably. "Not quite."

"Well this place is way out of my league. So I guess, I'll wait for you guys in some other store."

"Brendon, no." Patrick grabbed his arm. I want you to stay."

"This place isn't me, dude. Even that plain sweater cost more than every sweater I own put together."

"I'll buy you the sweater." Ryan said suddenly.

He didn't know why he said it. It's not like he liked the asshole. It's just that everyone deserved to own nice things. Especially when you were that fucking physically attractive. And he wasn't as rich as Pete by any means, but he could afford to splurge. And since he wasn't in the mood to, he'd let someone else do it for him. He definitely didn't like the guy like that though.

"What?"

"I said I'll buy you the sweater."

"Why?" He raised a questioning brow.

"Why not?" Ryan shrugged.

"Because I don't like you. And I've made that pretty clear."

"Maybe you'll get to like me."

"So you're trying to buy my like?"

Ryan smiled. Was he? Did he want this guy to like him? He definitely wanted him to have sex with him. And if that took liking him, he'd happily try to do that. Maybe. He was trying to guy his way into this guy's pants. That was a better explanation. But Ryan had a feeling this guy wouldn't like that plan.

"Maybe I just want you to have nice things." He leaned in closer.

Brendon leaned in too. They were close enough to kiss. Patrick looked away. This was awkward. He was starting to feel like a third wheel.

"You want to fuck me." Brendon whispered back knowingly. Ryan smiled again. "But it's going to take more than a nice sweater to get me to fuck you, asshole."

"Sweetie, I'd buy you one of everything is this got damned store is that's what it took to get into those ridiculously tight pants."

"You want it that badly, huh?" Brendon smirked.

Ryan nodded. You'd understand if you saw this guy's ass. He had a couple hundred grand he could afford to blow this week. Why not get great sex out of it?

"Then let's get to shopping!" Brendon lifted the sweater up again. "And by the end of the day, I'll decide if I had enough fun to fuck you."