Stage Gay (Brallon) ON HOLD

Four

I immediately started to panic. My heart rate increased as I read his text over and over again. Why did he want to talk to me? I mean it's obviously not unusual for us to talk, but why would he text me like that? He knows where to find me.

After about five minutes of sitting there thinking of a response, I finally texted him back telling him to meet me in my room. I closed my laptop, the movie wasn't important anymore.

I got up to unlock the door for Brendon and went back and sat on the bed again. The only logical thing I could think of was that he saw the picture as well and wanted to talk about it. But maybe he wanted to talk about me acting weird earlier and walking in on him. I had no idea what he wanted say.

It was probably the picture though, because Brendon probably forgot about earlier. Either that or he didn't care. He wasn't one to care too much about other people's emotions. He was also very confident in himself, and now I see why, so me seeing what he's got going on probably didn't have an effect on him. Okay, I was overthinking again.

A few minutes later, Brendon walked into the room and locked the door behind him. When he turned to face me, I couldn't read his expression. It made me worry a bit more about what was going on.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" He asked me.

Confused, I asked him, "Freaking out about what?"

"The pictures from last night, you idiot!" He said a bit harshly. I'll admit, I was a little offended. He only ever insulted me when he was drunk, and he would always insist that he was just kidding. I never fully believed him, but I never brought it up because he would be too drunk to remember ever saying anything. This though, was when he was sober. I wanted to insult him back, but that would get me nowhere with him.

Truth be told, I wasn't freaking out over the pictures or the magazine because I didn't care. I realized that Brendon always had the spotlight, the public didn't care about me. On social media people would about Brendon being gay, not me. I was more worried about his reaction to this.

"Because it doesn't matter," I said, answering his question.

"Yes it does!" He yelled, "This is more serious than whatever goes on up on stage, this is real life. I can't have people thinking that I'm actually gay."

His reaction to the fear of people thinking he's seriously gay was a bit upsetting. I didn't understand. He loved all attention, and he was definitely getting some.

"Why not? Don't you love when all of the attention is on you?" I asked. I didn't mean to sound rude, but I kind of did.

"Not this kind of attention! I'm not a faggot," He said yelled. Ouch.

"What's wrong with gay people?" I couldn't help it. The words just came out of my mouth. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but didn't miss a beat.

"Well for starters, they're gay. I do that shit up on stage for publicity. Why are you getting defensive?"

Well I mean, I'm gay and afraid that you're homophobic, and this situation is kind of confirming that. It's no big deal though.

"I'm not getting defensive, I'm just not understanding you. Just send out a tweet saying you're not gay, go hook up with some girls, and everyone will forget about this," I said. I really wanted this conversation to be over because I didn't want Brendon questioning me about my sexuality.

He stood there staring at the wall for a minute or two. He looked like he was thinking really hard about something.

"What would you do if I was actually gay?" He asked. I'll admit, it was a bit surprising. He sounded a lot calmer now. I didn't know what to say. Obviously I wouldn't have a problem, but he sounded a bit cautious. Almost like he was afraid of what I would say? I had no idea.

"You know what," he started to say after I didn't answer, "forget I said anything."

Without another word from either of us, he turned and left my hotel room. Okay, but what the fuck was that all about? He comes in here concerned about rumors, seemed to get angry throughout the conversation, then throws a question at me from left field and leaves. I've never seen him act like that before.

I laid back on the bed and thought about what he said. He was probably thinking about what would happen if he gave in to the rumors to attract more attention, but then realized that would be a dumb idea. There was no way in hell Brendon Urie was gay.

I didn't want to think too much about this, I couldn't. It was getting kind of late, so I decided to pack my suitcase. We were leaving the hotel early in the morning to get back on the road. I didn't have much since we only stayed last night and tonight; just my laptop, a couple of shirts, a pair of pants, and my pajamas.

Once I was packed, I got ready for bed. I changed into my sweatpants and went to turn the light off. I got under the covers and closed my eyes. I wasn't particularly tired, but I would have to get up early tomorrow.

It had to have been about twenty minutes later, I was still in bed trying to fall asleep, when I heard Brendon's moans. Good to know that he took my advise.

I tried to block it out, but the moans got louder. It was strange, though, because I didn't hear anyone else. Was he jacking off? Oh, that's so hot. The images that popped into my head of what could be happening on the other side of the wall were so hot and had an effect on my dick.

I really needed to get some sleep, though, so I tried my best to stay calm. It was going pretty well, until Brendon's moans became quicker and more frantic. He was being so loud, and it caught me off guard when he moaned my name as he presumably finished.