The Naked Truth [Ryden]

Six: Ryan Ross Swears To Never Watch Porn Again

"'PORN QUEEN STANDS DOWN.

Twenty-five-year-old Gee Way, with his questionable lifestyle and explosive, sassy nature, has stated that he is 'giving up pornography'. The decision has come as a shock to the industry, and the celebrated (ahem) pornstar hasn't shed any more light on why he has made this decision, nor has he hinted at what he'll be doing next. All we know is -' awwwww, look at that gorgeous picture of me!"

Gee pushed the magazine across the table, showing Brendon and Bob, and the two grimaced. It was one of his earlier photoshoots, where he wore the lacy bras instead of the recent corsets, and he was in a rather compromising position (as always).

"And they called me Queen!" He beamed, practically clapping his hands together like an excited child. "Look at that, B!"

"You're so gay." Brendon muttered, though he could hardly talk, and Bob, who heard him, chuckled. "Yes, Gee," he said, louder. "you're a darling."

Gee knew the fucker was being sarcastic, but he didn't let it affect his glory. He tucked his hair behind his ears and straightened up as he saw someone behind Brendon and Bob.

"Ryan Ross!" He called, and Brendon whirled around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash and knocked Bob out in the process.

And indeed, Ryan Ross was stood just beyond the doorway to the café, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his pretty face. That quickly turned to mild distaste, as he ordered a coffee and reluctantly sat beside Gee, who smiled only wider at his presence.

Ryan's hard stare met Brendon's, and Gee pushed the magazine towards the newcomer, all-too-aware of the sexual tension between the model and the pornstar.

"Did Brendon tell you?" He said, and Ryan's eyebrows rose.

"Tell me what?" He looked down at the article, and Brendon could've sworn that he'd muttered something along the lines of, "Thank fuck for that."

And of course, Gee heard, Gee heard everything, Gee knew everything, but he didn't say so. And Brendon knew that Ryan disliked Gee on a very large scale, it was obvious just by the look on the model's face. He watched, strangely fascinated, as Ryan's face twisted and he glared at Gee, who batted his eyelashes.

"Gerard, if you want to keep your whore hands, I suggest you take them off of my fucking leg." He hissed, and it was evident by the look on Gee's face that he'd committed some sort of cardinal sin; nobody had called him by his full, legal name for years, because he'd come out as Gee and wanted everyone to call him so. And maybe Ryan knew, because he was staring Gee down and showed no signs of relenting.

"My whore hands will always give more pleasure to a man than yours ever will, princess." Gee spat, straightening up. "Do you wanna know why?" There was a deadly pause of about two seconds before he continued. "Because I'm not a shitty-ass virgin who seems to be scared of cock, unlike you."

Ryan looked like he wanted to punch something - or someone - in the face as he glared at Brendon before grabbing his coffee and standing up. He left the café, seething, not even bothering to turn around as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Ryan, I -" he heard Brendon's voice and it was then that he whirled around, so angry that even Brendon Urie, asshole extraordinaire, stopped in his tracks.

"It was one thing for you to mock me about it, but then for that freak to start?!" He hissed, clenching his hands into fists. "Maybe I take this shit a little more seriously than you, maybe I don't want to be fucked by the first man who comes along and says 'I'll give you fifty bucks'! Maybe I don't want to be the whore that the media says I have to be! What is it with you pornstars, huh?! You think you can say and do what - and who - you like and nobody is going to get hurt! You think you're the fucking kings and queens of the world because you're getting paid to stick a cock in your mouth!" He stepped towards Brendon, who didn't know what to say, who just let Ryan's train wreck of words crash into him. "Newsflash, darling: that's exactly what a prostitute is, and everyone hates those! At least they dress better!"