“I need a place to stay.”
Yeah okay, this one’s gonna be angsty too, I’m sorry
The hammering on the door that sounded about two minutes ago and hasn’t ceased since doesn’t stop until Brendon wrenches said door open, eyes pure fire. Almost immediately, that fire is extinguished and replaced with pure surprise.
The taller boy is standing on Brendon’s porch, leaning slightly on the wall closest to him and smiling almost sheepishly. “I need a place to stay.”
The door slams shut again, and Brendon growls, stalking back off towards his bedroom. The sound of it gently opening again and carefully shutting tells him Ryan doesn’t take social cues very well, and has entered his home without permission.
“Go home, Ryan.” He calls, not turning.
“That’s the thing, Bren, I don’t have a home. Not tonight, anyways.” Ryan says, and there’s the sound of wood scraping against tile that says Ryan’s sitting at the kitchen table.
“What this time? You forgot to buy her a present for your 67th week anniversary?” Brendon snorts, shaking his head.
“Bren…” Brendon can hear the frown in Ryan’s voice and he turns.
“Don’t you come into my house, asking to stay here and then try and make me act like I like her. I don’t like her, Ryan. I don’t like you.”
Ryan drops his head and nods slowly. “She cheated on me. I walked in on them.” He mutters, fingers toying with a stray thread on his jeans.
Brendon blinks, mouth opening and closing for a moment before he finds any words to speak. “Oh.” He swallows, taking a deep breath. “Well. I’m sorry.”
Ryan gives a dark laugh. “No you’re not.” He looks back up and suddenly Brendon can see how tired he looks. And how his cheeks are still wet, shining dully in the dim yellow light of the street lamps outside.
“I am, a little.” Brendon tries.
Ryan shrugs. “Doesn’t matter either way. We both know I deserved it, and that it was only a matter of time. She was wearing a gold bracelet last week that I didn’t get her, and I know she didn’t get it for herself.”
Brendon bites his lip, tugging on it nervously for a minute. “Well. The couch is free, I guess.” He mumbles.
Ryan arches a brow. “You’re sure?”
“No.” Brendon says flatly. “So you’d better take it before I change my mind.”
Ryan laughs again, the sound a little less bitter. “Yeah, alright. Thank you.” He murmurs. “Really. Thanks.”
Brendon nods, shifting uncomfortably. “Sure, whatever. Just be out before I wake up.”
Ryan glances up, opening his mouth like he wants to argue but shutting it again and nodding.
Brendon nods again, almost to himself and turns back towards his room. “Right. Night then.” He says, walking off. He pretends he doesn’t hear Ryan say it back.
Sunlight streams through Brendon’s window through the open curtains, almost blinding him as he blinks his eyes open. He rolls over, facing away from the wretched light and frowns when he sees Ryan’s sleeping form next to him.
“Wake up.” He snaps, shaking the other man roughly.
Ryan groans and waves a hand at Brendon. “Don’t be like this.” He mumbles.
“I’m serious, Ryan, wake up. Go away. Go home.” Brendon growls.
Ryan cracks one eye open, looking over at Brendon. “You’re serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack.” Brendon deadpans. “This was a one time thing.” He adds, gesturing to the messed up sheets and their naked bodies.
Ryan grins and nods, pushing the covers back and pulling on his jeans that were discarded the night before, along with his t-shirt that had gotten thrown away carelessly as well. “Right. I do need to go get my shit. Hope she hasn’t sold it already.”
“Hope she has.” Brendon mutters, pulling the sheets closer around him.
Ryan leans down and cradles Brendon’s face in his hands gently, kissing him soft and slow and careful. “I’ll see you next time then.” He whispers.
Brendon glares, but his cheeks are flushed. “There won’t be a next time, Ryan. Go stay at Spencer’s next time.”
Ryan nods. “Mhm, pretty sure you told me that last time.”
“I mean it! I mean it this time, I fucking mean it, don’t come back.” Brendon calls to Ryan’s retreating form.
The door clicks shut and Brendon lays back down. “I mean it.” He whispers, and then he rolls over to press his cheek into the pillow Ryan slept on last night, pretending he’s not pretending that Ryan’s still there.