The party is raging on, and Brendon realises - as he grabs a can of beer from the side - that he actually doesn't know anybody who is currently standing in the kitchen with him.

People have been arriving all night, and Brendon hasn't been able to keep track of them all, and he's pretty damn certain that most of them don't even go to his school. He opens his can of beer, takes a healthy swig, and then pushes through a group of giggling girls (who looking about twelve), into the living room.

This room is even more packed than the kitchen, and there are a fair few couples groping each other, which makes Brendon wish he knew where Ryan was. The last time he saw him was about fifteen minutes ago, when he'd headed off in search of the bathroom, and now Brendon isn't so sure he's going to be able to find him again.

So far, his birthday has been pretty good. Before his mom and Rodney had gone away to a hotel for the weekend - Brendon doesn't even want to start to think about why they're going - he'd been given $100 and a new laptop, which had been far more than he'd been expecting. In the mail, he'd received a variety of pieces of clothing and bits of money from his family, and, best of all, a new guitar from his dad, with a note saying he'd be visiting soon.

Of course, what Brendon is really looking forward to is his present from Ryan. He's pretty damn sure they're going to have sex, and just the thought of it has made him have damn near uncontrollable urges all day. It won't be his first time - he'd slept with Lawrence a couple of times, but he doesn't like to think of that boy anymore, not with Ryan in his life - but he's sure it's going to be Ryan's. After all, Ryan had never kissed anybody before him.

The thought that Ryan is going to give up his virginity for Brendon kind of makes Brendon want to scream for joy, or laugh, or even cry.

He spots Jon and Spencer in the corner, sharing an armchair, and heads over to them as quickly as he can. They've both drunk a lot, and though Jon has had much more than his boyfriend, Spencer is acting the more tipsy of the two. He's giggling at everything, and kissing the corner of Jon's mouth every few seconds, but luckily everybody else is drunk, too, so nobody is really noticing.

"Brendon!" Spencer says, happily and drunkenly, as Brendon collapses onto the arm of the chair next to him. "Where have you been all night, huh?"

"Making sure my house doesn't get too trashed," Brendon laughs, shaking his head in disbelief at how intoxicated Spencer seems to be. Jon is looking fairly concerned, but seems unable to keep the grin from off his face, and he shares an exasperated look with Brendon. "Anyway, have either of you seen Ryan?"

"What, your stab-happy boyfriend?" Spencer asks, rather loudly, but somebody has put the stereo on loud and so nobody else seems to hear. Jon does, however, and he prods Spencer sharply in the shoulder.

"Shh," he orders, frowning slightly, and Spencer goes silent. Jon rolls his eyes, quickly kisses the boy on his cheek, and then looks up at Brendon. "He came back from the bathroom and couldn't find you, so he said he'd gone up to your bedroom."

"Bedroom?" Spencer asks, even more loudly, eyes wide. "Do you mean they're going to --"

"Spencer!" Jon exclaims, putting his hand quickly around his boyfriend's mouth and muffling the rest of the question. Brendon snorts, but his heart rate definitely increases - Ryan's in his bedroom, waiting for him. He'd given Ryan the spare key to his room earlier that evening, because he'd locked it, knowing full well what could happen in there if a load of high school kids were given access.

"Thanks," Brendon laughs, though he doesn't think that either of them are paying attention to him anymore - Jon's replaced his hand with his lips, and they're both rather preoccupied. Brendon bids them farewell, and starts pushing his way through the room again, heading for the stairs.

He manages to reach them, and quickly jogs up them, his mouth going dry. Ryan. God. Ryan Ross, his boyfriend, is in his room, waiting for him. He can feel himself actually shaking as he makes his way through the fairly busy corridor, eyes on the door to his room.

Somebody stops him, however, stepping in front of him, and smiling politely. Brendon's never seen the guy before in his life, and he stops, startled. "Hey," the boy greets, glancing around at the people passing them. "Is this your party?"

"Um, yeah, it is."

"It's cool," the boy nods, absently, and he's obviously drunk, or high, or something, because his speech is definitely slurred. "I once had a party in my last year of high school. Biggest fucking mistake of my life. My house got completely smashed up."

Brendon raises his eyebrows. "Oh. Um. That's, uh. Not very --"

"Yeah, it was terrible," the boy sighs, shaking his head. "Anyway, I better get going, I think Pete is waiting for me downstairs. I'm Patrick, by the way. Good luck, kind."

"Uh. Thanks," Brendon replies, a little bewildered, and the boy - who can be no older than nineteen himself - gives him a last, cheery smile, and goes down the staircase in search of his friend. Brendon stares after him for a moment, wondering if he should be worried about the state of his house, but then all thoughts of that slip from his mind when he remembers what's waiting behind his bedroom door.

In seconds, he's unlocked the door with his own key - and a shaking hand - opened it, entered, and slammed it shut behind him. He quickly locks it, again, and turns, before breaking into a smile. He's not sure he's ever seen something so picturesque in his entire life.

Ryan is lying back on his bed, his headphones in and his eyes closed, humming quietly to himself, his hair all in his eyes. Brendon takes a couple of seconds to compose himself, his breath hitching, before creeping slowly forward, and climbing on the bed as silently as he can.

Ryan's eyes open as he does so, but before he can greet his boyfriend, Brendon pounces on him, straddling his thighs and kissing him, deeply. Ryan lets out a surprised noise against the kiss, but his arms around immediately around Brendon's waist, pulling their bodies closer together.

Brendon pulls back, breathlessly, and licks his lips. "Hi," he laughs, tugging he headphones out of Ryan's ears and casting them off to the side of the bed somewhere. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you," Ryan replies, with a shy smile. He sits up, with Brendon still straddling him, so that their chests are together, and runs his hand through Brendon's hair, tousling it. "It's getting a bit loud down there. I don't even know anybody."

"Me neither," Brendon sighs, but he can't give it too much thought, not when Ryan is so close to him. He smiles, slightly, and murmurs, "So, where's this present you promised me?"

Ryan smiles, looking innocently surprised. "What present would that be?"

"Oh, well, if you don't have one, we may as well go and join the rest of the party," Brendon shrugs, brightly, and unwraps himself from Ryan, ignoring the boy's sounds of protests. He reaches the door and starts to unlock it, but a moment there are a pair of arms sliding around his waist, and a chin resting on his shoulder. "Oh, so you do have something for me?"

"You know I do," Ryan replies, quietly, but with a laugh in his voice. He pulls Brendon backwards, towards the bed again, and they fall back on it together. Brendon turns to look at Ryan, to see him looking slightly nervous, and pulling his t-shirt over his head. He brushes his fingers against Brendon's collar, and bites his lip, shyly. "Um. This is okay, isn't it? I've never, um. Well, I've never --"

"I know you haven't," Brendon replies, in a whisper, and he trails a finger slowly down Ryan's stomach, before leaving it to rest suggestively on Ryan's belt. "I have. You can, well, do me, rather than the other way round. It will hurt me less."

Ryan nods, and leans back on the bed, fingers quickly going to his belt. Brendon grins, taking half a second to take a deep, calming breath, before setting up undressing himself, too. His t-shirt goes first, and the moment he's got his jeans and underwear half-way down his legs, Ryan is upon him, straddling him and kissing him, tongue hot and eager against his.

Almost instantly, which is a little embarrassing, Brendon is half-hard, and he can feel that Ryan is, too, pressing softly against his stomach. He untangles himself from Ryan's long limbs, laying the boy softly down on the bed, and leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way down Ryan's torso. Ryan lets out a quiet gasp as Brendon's lips settled over the head of Ryan's cock, and then a loud moan as Brendon closes his fingers around the base of it and moves them teasingly, upwards and downwards.

"How do you want to fuck me, then?" Brendon asks, eyes glittering, as Ryan tosses his head back, hair falling out of his eyes. "From behind? Looking into my eyes?"

"L-looking into your eyes," Ryan gasps, answer interrupted by a breathless groan. He opens his eyes, and looks directly into Brendon's. "S-soon. Now. Fuck, I need --"

Brendon breaks off the speech my meeting Ryan's mouth in a kiss, tongue running along Ryan's bottom lip, before parting his lips and tasting the sweetness of Ryan's mouth. He pulls back, nerves and excitement fluttering wildly inside of him, and nods. He quickly leans over to the beside dresser and pulls a condom and lube, setting them on the bed.

A few minutes later, he is lying back on the bed, and Ryan is kissing him, clumsily, as three of his fingers scissor inside of Brendon. It stings Brendon, but only a little, because he's done this enough before for it not to really hurt anymore. He's practically trembling in anticipation, because Ryan just looks and feels so amazing against him, and so he knows that he'll be perfect inside of him, too.

"Ryan," he whispers, as they part to catch their breaths. "I-I'm ready, now."

Ryan nods, silently, his hair all tousled and his cheeks quite flushed. He pulls his fingers out, and tears the condom packet with shaking hands, before unrolling it onto his hard cock. Next, he smears lubricant liberally onto it, and then pauses, looking a little unsure.

Brendon takes the initiative, and wraps his legs firmly around Ryan's waist, pulling him closer. Ryan leans down, and kisses Brendon, hard, and as Brendon opens his mouth for Ryan's tongue, he feels Ryan push into him, and lets out a groan, of discomfort more than anything.

Ryan breaks the kiss, and his eyes are half-closed, seemingly from pleasure. "You're so, so --" he stops, and lets out a small, breathless laugh. "Is t-this okay?"

Brendon nods, as Ryan pulls half out, and then thrusts deeply in again, and suddenly Brendon feels a spark of pleasure up his spine, and lets out a throaty moan. Oh God. Oh God. Ryan's hitting that spot, already. Ryan kisses him, again, finding a pace to keep up with, the tip of his cock rocking against Brendon's prostate, causing Brendon to fist his fingers into the sheets and moan, loudly, against Ryan's tongue.

As Ryan's thrusting becomes harder, and more erratic, one of the boy's hands find Brendon's cock and begins to jerk it. Ryan's groaning against Brendon's mouth, and Brendon's gasping and moaning, and one of his hands slip round to Ryan's ass, trying to pull him even deeper in because his skin is slick with sweat and passion, and fuck this is amazing.

"Brendon," Ryan whimpers against Brendon's lips, and he breaks the kiss again, his breath fast and heavy as he pushes deeply into Brendon, staying inside and rocking, slightly, causing Brendon to let out a strangled, passionate noise. "B-Brendon, I-I'm going to --"

He cuts off, with a loud, uncontrolled moan, burying his face into Brendon's neck, and biting his lower lip, whimpering. His hand, though, continues to pump Brendon's cock, hard, as he stays pressed inside of him, and suddenly Brendon's stomach is twisting, burning, and he goes still, before a long shudder passes through him.

"Ryan," he warns, and then his fingers twist themselves into Ryan's dark hair, whilst his other arm wraps around Ryan's back, pulling their bodies as close together as possible. "R-Ryan, oh fuck --"

He comes, almost explosively, and arches his back as he does so, pleasure becoming his very being. They lay there, together and entwined and one, their chests heaving and their bodies trying to recover from something so, so fucking amazing. Finally, sluggishly, Ryan props himself up on his elbows, which are either side of Brendon's torso, and kisses his boyfriend, tenderly, on the lips, which Brendon thinks are a little bruised from how passionate they had gotten.

"Brendon," he murmurs, voice slightly hoarse.

"Mmm?" Brendon asks, smoothing the hair from Ryan's moist forehead, and planting a kiss there.

"Happy birthday," he whispers, and then covers Brendon's thank you with another kiss. As Ryan's tongue parts his lips, and his hand wanders lower, again, between their bodies, Brendon closes his eyes, and makes a wish, for the first time in years.

He's long since given up on the thought of happy endings. He knows they're impossible, and that everything has to end.

But he hopes, prays, begs to whatever higher power that might be listening, that Ryan's going to stay by his side for the long-term. Because, he thinks, as their mouths meet again, and again, he doesn't know what he would do if things go wrong.

Ryan is his, and, oh, he's Ryan's, and he's going to do everything in his power to make sure things stay that way.