Eyebrow Fic

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Brendon had no idea what he was in for.

Ryan had led him into the backyard which was encircled with a tall fence. Brendon hadn't been in the backyard very much. He was very busy, but he knew Ryan had built a greenhouse there not long ago.  And it was to the greenhouse that Ryan led him.

"What are you growing here?" Brendon asked, following Ryan who was wearing slippers.

The wind whined and swirled around them, and swept the two boy's hair, sweeping up Ryan's small laugh.

Brendon tried to piece it all together. The hair, the goo, a key? The greenhouse?

His bare feet followed the other pair of feet in front of him. Ryan had a spare key with him, which he removed from his boxers. Brendon got the vibe of something very creepy and secretive. Why would he have a spare key unless he was hiding something.

Was he...

Ryan unlocked the door and kicked it open. He stepped inside and motioned for his companion to follow. Brendon took hesitentant steps and peeked inside.

"What is that?"

Ryan looked at him and smiled.

"You're growing weed?"

"No, of course not. Guess again."

"Uh," He took another step, "I don't know, is that lemongrass?"

"Nope,"

"Regular grass then?"

"Take another shot."

"I don't know, you tell me, you're the gardener."

Ryan leaned towards Brendon, "Your eyebrows."

Brendon's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was confused and a bit sick. He tried to combine all his questions but in his whirlwind of thoughts all that came out was a small, "Why?"

Ryan's smile only got bigger. "I'll show you."

Unexpectedly, Ryan pulled his pants down. Brendon gasped, and stumbled back , accidentally closing the door. 

"Don't,"  Ryan blurting, noticing Brendon seemed to want to leave when he hit the door, "I can explain."

Brendon's eyes said contrary, but he stepped foward.

"I'm doing this for your good."

"What?"

He breathed and pulled his pants up. "When I recieve the milk....I want it to feel like you're recieving it too."

Brendon paused a moment, considering the idea.

"Well, if you feel that way," He shrugged.

Ryan breathed a thanks.

"I'm amazed at your chemistry skills, how did you grow this?"

Ryan grinned, "Well, it was complicated but I wanted it so bad, and I know you like giving me milk, so I had to do it. A few classes and $1350, but's okay."

Brendon bit his lip, "So..."

"So?"

"Let's take this upstairs."

"Yes."