ryan hummed softly as he finally crawled out of bed, slowly making his way to the kitchen. it was early morning, distinguishable by the sunlight that gleamed through his apartment windows and shone onto the hardwood floors. best of all, it was a sunday morning. the city was as silent as it would ever get albeit the occasional church bell ringing.
soft music echoed throughout the apartment from his phone as he began brewing coffee, some water sloshing down the side of the pot when he poured it in. there was nothing on ryan's agenda for the day, so he quickly found himself in the nook of his couch with american psycho in his hands.
a small ding tore through the peaceful vibe, lighting up the mans phone on the end table. sighing, he set his book down and picked it off the glass top.
'reminder: water your plants!'
ryan smiled at that, rising up from the plush couch and heading back into the kitchen. on top of the counter sat a small tin watering can, which was set in the sink and filled up with water. the calm mood was never disrupted as he walked to his balcony door, pulling back the curtains.
and then it was.
gasping, ryan took a small step back from the glass door as he tried to blink away the sight before him. a man was in a crumpled heap, shirtless in a pair of tight jeans that appeared... wet. ryan hoped he was wrong there. panic flushed any coherent thought as he scrambled to get onto the balcony.
once he made it outside, he set the watering can on the ground and knelt beside the man. ryan anxiously tapped at the mans face, grimacing as he felt drool coat his fingers. a low groan came from the stranger as ryan continued to tap, his body beginning to stir.
"whathafug, du? lemmesleeph."
"uhm, who are you? and, uhm, why are are on my balcony?" ryans voice was soft as he spoke. he was a little nervous. this wasn't a common occurrence. even for vegas.
the man let out another weak grunt, his eyes finally fluttering open and he batted ryans hand away. he looked around slowly, finally meeting ryans eyes in confusion.
"who are you?" he grunted, sleepiness clouding his words. his dark hair stood up every which way as he sat up on the concrete. a dull ache pulsed through his spine from his poor sleeping conditions, matching the steady throb in his temples.
"i'm ryan. i live here. who are you?"
the sharp, bossy pitch to ryans voice caused another throb to ring through the mans head, "ah fuck. m'brendon."
"why are you asleep on my balcony?" ryan asked, taking on a more confident demeanor since he knew the man was alive and mostly well. besides the obvious hangover.
brendons eyes scanned the other and he snorted. such a bossy man to be standing in fluffy snoopy pajama bottoms and an ancient looking tshirt.
"why're you in pajamas, ryan?" brendon retorted, trying to mimic the snoody tone ryan had. despite the raging hangover, there was still a small buzz in brendons sleep-fogged mind.
"because it's 9 am on a sunday morning, brendon. back to the original question, why are you on my balcony?"
"mm'where'd my shirt go?"
"brendon."
"lissen 'ere, buddy. that bitchy tone. i do not 'ppreciate it." brendon wagged his finger as he spoke, pulling himself up onto his feet.
ryan stood to match him, hazel eyes meeting brendons glazed over brown ones. taking a deep breath, he spoke in the calmest, kindest voice he could muster, "would you please enlighten me as to why you were passed out on my balcony?"
"well now yer' just gettin sassy. do you have coffee?"
'dont lose your temper' echoed through ryans head as he pulled at his hair in frustration. he just wanted answers. it's not the fact that brendon slept on his balcony that irked him, it was the fact he couldn't get any answers out of him. that's all he wanted before he let brendon go on his drunken, merry way. if there was one thing ryan hated, it was not having control over a situation. so he was just going to have to sweet talk.
"if i give you coffee," ryan paused to sigh, "can i get some answers?"
*****
"yeah dude i dunno why i was on your balcony," brendon said with a shrug, drinking his freshly poured coffee, "i was piss drunk last night and prolly needed somewhere to crash and hopped the rail of your balcony."
"brendon."
"yes?"
"i live on the 18th floor." ryan deadpanned.
"well," brendon took another sip of coffee, "that was a pretty good hop then."
ryan just blinked. he could have swore he locked his doors last night. plus, wouldn't he have heard a drunk man stomping through his house?
"hey, may i use your bathroom?" the man asked, setting his coffee down.
"yeah. its the first door down the hall." ryan answered with a shrug. they had calmed down after brendon made a few more remarks about how much of a bitch ryan was being and ryan called him a rude drunk.
but nothing.
and i mean nothing.
could have prepared ryan for the view when he saw brendons ass.
a loud laugh echoed around the pristine apartment, causing brendon to look behind him at the other.
"uh, brendon, are those jeans supposed to have the back pockets cut out? and uh, was the word 'juicy' with several lopsided hearts always bedazzled on them?" ryan asked, collapsing against the couch from laughter.
"fuck! i knew i shouldn't have gotten spencer that bedazzler for christmas!" brendon swore as he struggled to look at his own ass. ryan just howled with laughter, clutching his gut as brendon turned bright red.
"maybe- maybe i should just head home. thanks for the coffee." brendon laughed nervously, trying to back away towards the door.
"no, no!" ryan exclaimed, scrambling off the couch to catch him.
grabbing a stray sharpie, ryan scrawled his number on brendons bare chest with a smiley face, a matching one on his lips.
"thank you for the laugh," he said with a small chuckle, "and for the interesting sunday morning. text me and maybe we can talk outside of my balcony."
and although ryans bonsai tree died in the process from dehydration, he did end up getting a text later on.
