Since When Did You Become a Romantic?

Chapter 23: Fuck the Police also Fuck the Police ;)

New Years Eve or as Brendon liked to call it, 'fuck the police also fuck the police ;)'. Since Brendon had never had a stable relationship over New Years, meaning he would dump his date mates right before the infamous day, he would always have a wild night on the town. One year he almost got arrested for having sex in a bathroom but somehow convinced the security guard to not throw him out. Ryan is still convinced that he gave the guard a blowjob but Brendon won't say. Another year he disappeared for a week and ended up in Las Vegas with a ring on his finger and a new car. This year is different for Brendon though. He has a boyfriend.

"I just don't know what to do," he starts while spinning around on his rolly chair in the living room.

"Yeah real tough," Ryan replies bitterly, "you have a boyfriend that loves and cares about you."

Brendon couldn't catch the ill feeling from Ryan if it hit him in the face, so he keeps talking. "It's just that, yeah Dallon is great; he's a great boyfriend. But this breaks my tradition."

"Tradition?" Ryan raises his eyebrow while still focusing on buttering his peanut butter sandwich. "I think Dallon is worth giving up one night of sucking dick in parks."

Brendon stops spinning and stares at the ceiling. This is a weird problem for Brendon. He suddenly realizes that he doesn't need to get drunk wake up in someone else's bed. He now has a permanent buddy for that. "Yeah," he replies still locked on the ceiling, "you're right."

Ryan can't help but smile at Brendon.

"I do have a good boyfriend. One that leaves chocolate kisses on my desk or sends me pressed flowers and unsung songs."

"Um Brendon, I was the one that sent you those flowers and poems," Ryan can barely say the words.

"Oh, my bad. Dallon is just so thoughtful that I thought he did it," he looks over to Ryan, "but I guess it was you." The 'you' sounds so carefree and casual.

Ryan can feel something deep down breaking. The thing left in his heart that Brendon had somehow managed not to crush yet. It's the piece of Ryan that told him that he mattered and would be remembered by Brendon. But oh look, there it is in a thousand pieces on the ground. He doesn't want to look at Brendon or be in the same room. He feels so... useless. The weight in his lungs makes it hard for him to speak. "I'm gonna head to Lindsey's for the night," he says while quickly getting his coat from the couch. "Ya know, give you and Dallon some space," he ties the scarf around his neck.

"No, no, you don't have to do that," Brendon tries to tell him.

Ryan is already at the door. "It's fine," he says to the hallway, "I'd rather chat with some friends anyway." And with that he 'accidentally' slams the door.

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Frank is reading a magazine in the kitchen while it balances on the counter, he stands over it. Who knew that China's stock market was down? Not Frank. Without warning, Gerard slides up behind him, wrapping him in a hug. "Hey there buddy," Frank says.

Gerard leans his head onto his shoulder. "So tonight..." he whispers.

This sends an instant chill through Frank.

"I was thinking," Gerard starts to sway him a bit, "we have some fun." He presses his warm lips onto Frank's neck. "I know just the place."

Neck kisses mean one thing: don't do them if you don't wanna leave the room without being fucked. Frank closes his eyes out of reflex and his breath is quietly uneven.

Just then the apartment bell buzzes. Gerard sighs, not wanting to wreck this moment but it looks like the buzz already did. Reluctantly, he pulls away from Frank and wanders over to the door. "Come on up, Lindsey," he says into the speaker box. Before the person can respond, Gerard has already started pressing soft kisses to the back of Frank's neck. His chest feels light and his heart feels like a hummingbird. He slides his hand into the waistband of Frank's jeans, nearly cutting himself on the buckle, he still thinks he's smooth. Leaning his body gently against Frank's, Gerard has moves his head to Frank's shoulder.