this one time at bandcamp

part two

The next morning, Ryan is already gone when Brendon wakes up. He huffs a heavy breath and pulls himself out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to get ready. Yesterday's events have deterred him none, and the more he thinks about it, the closer he is to ending this two weeks of hell.

Brendon brushes his teeth, walking out of the bathroom with the minty taste lathering his tongue. He spots a folded pair of something with a note on top at the end of his bed, and his curiosity pulls him towards the clothing article, an eyebrow raised. He picks up the notes, sees Hayley's cute scrawl of 'here you go!' and proceeds to pick up the...shorts. Except, they aren't just shorts. They're booty shoots, made of stretchy black material. There are skeleton hands on each ass cheek of the shorts, made too look like the grim reaper is groping who ever puts on the pair of black shorts with a pink trim. Brendon shakes his head, feels color spring to his cheeks, but he knows he won't be alone.

He walks back to the bathroom, spits out the foamy mixture in his mouth and cards his fingers through his messy hair. Brendon strips quickly, tugging on the shorts and not bothering with underwear underneath. His briefs are longer than the shorts, anyway.

The black material stretches tight over his ass, just barely covering both cheeks. He swallows hard as he glances down his bare chest, wrinkling his nose as he sticks his hand in the front of the shorts to adjust his cock. It practically leaves no room for imagination.

He shakes his head, tugs on a white shirt that clings to his chest, and laces up his shoes.

The Vegas sun beats down on his shoulders, but Brendon feels cool and relaxed as he makes his way to the practice field.

He turns heads. Of course he does. He's in a pair of skin tight fucking girl shorts that hug his ass and show the sun-kissed skin of his thighs. Spencer is in a similar pair, except his are baggier, probably two sizes larger than Brendon's and he wonders if Hayley did this on purpose.

He settles into his straps, picks up his sticks and takes his spot beside Spencer as everyone seems to try and work out how to stare at Brendon and hook up their instruments.

"Dude," Spencer says, his voice coming out around a smile. "Nice."

Brendon scoffs, rolling his eyes as he taps his sticks against his drum. "Shut up. I just don't want to pass out again today, okay?"

Spencer doesn't say anything. He simply turns to face the front, and his sudden burst of laughter makes Brendon jerk his head over his shoulder.

Ryan is standing at the front of the group, but his eyes are so focused on Brendon's ass that the darker brunette even has time to watch Ryan's jaw drop and his fingers twitch at his sides like he wants to touch. He fights for composure once he notices Brendon's watching him, trying to tear his gaze away, but his eyes won't move.

When Brendon faces the front, Ryan's face is masked in color, and he quickly flicks his sunglasses down over his eyes from where they had been resting atop his head.

"U-Uhm," he stutters, still obviously staring at Brendon's clothing of choice.

"What? You told me to pick a lighter set of clothes, so I did. Hayley was kind enough to lend me some. I don't see you having heat strokes in your jeans and v-necks, so don't judge, okay?"

Spencer's laughter is the loudest out of all the giggling participators.

"Right," Ryan says, and the lack of wit of his reply surprises Brendon. "Uhm. I-uhm. Right. Let's... Bullet. Let's uhm, let's start with Bullet, today."

Throughout the practice, Ryan is distracted. His eyes continue to pull towards Brendon's body whenever the boy moves. The sweat on his back makes his t-shirt stick to his spine and Ryan wants to lick it off, run his tongue along the dips and dimples above Brendon's ass. He knows he has them. He sneaks glances at Brendon all the time when the boy works up the courage (or when he's just too fucking tired to care) to change in front of Ryan. And God, his ass. The black shorts sometimes slip up to reveal the curve of Brendon's plump backside, skin sweet and pink just like Ryan imagined it would be. Sometimes, when he doesn't have to give such immediate instruction, he'll stare at Brendon's ass with his mouth open.