Ryan's shirt was, let's face it, destined for better things, and as it dropped to his bedroom floor, along with his belt, his mouth met Brendon's in a kiss that was even more delicious and desperate than the last.

The younger's fingers hooked into the belt loops of Ryan's jeans, pulling their lower bodies closer. A slow fire burned in their stomachs, and Brendon didn't spare a single thought for Dallon, who was sobbing on his couch. In that moment, he was Ryan's and Ryan was his, and they didn't need labels to determine the lust that fuelled them.

Truth be told, Brendon's heart was beating fast, way too fast, for this to just be something that would make them both come later. He would never admit it, not even to himself, not ever, but something was happening, no matter how much he didn't want it to. This couldn't happen, this was Ryan Ross, this was the model that was supposed to hate him. They weren't supposed to be kissing like this.

Ryan soon found himself pinned beneath the pornstar, his hands held above his head as the kiss was deepened considerably. He moaned softly, Brendon's thighs snugly bracketing his waist. Brendon was far too clothed in his opinion, but with his hands being held prisoner, there wasn't much he could do about it.

Then Brendon let go, kissing down his neck and his chest to the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down awkwardly to his knees. He resumed his place at Ryan's waist, shuffling down a bit so their crotches pressed together, and Ryan took the opportunity to pull Brendon's shirt over his head.

Brendon ground his body against the model's, creating a slow, torturous friction that drove them both crazy. His breath was hot against the elder's ear, and Ryan's hips bucked up in an effort to gain more friction, to gain more movement. Brendon then sat up, pulling a whine from Ryan's lips, and he pecked his forehead, smiling.

"I kinda want you to fuck me right now, but I also kinda don't." He said, running his palm over Ryan's stomach.

"Why not?" Ryan replied through gritted teeth, his eyes screwed shut.

"Because I'm thinking."

He cracked an eye open. "What about?"

It was out of my mouth before he could stop it. "You."

It was the half-truth, he guessed; he was thinking about Ryan, not about sex, just him. And he suddenly felt sick, because he reckoned how he felt about Ryan wasn't just friendship, but he wasn't the kind of guy perfect Ryan Ross would like, ever.

"You're getting soft, Urie." Ryan teased, wriggling beneath Brendon.

"Fuck off, I just appreciate a beautiful guy when I see one." The blood rushed to the model's cheeks, and Brendon's heartbeat stuttered. He had to steer the conversation away from this, now. "And I was thinking about my mom. She invited me over to hers tomorrow night, and I really don't wanna go, but I kinda have to."

"What's wrong with your mom?"

He scoffed, lying beside Ryan and allowing him to pull his jeans up, the mood well and truly killed. "She just wants to brag that she's happily married, while I've dated a handful of guys and lost count of how many I've slept with, and she's got a good, respectable job, while I'm..."

"Hey." Ryan took his hand, giving it a squeeze, and they turned their heads so they were facing each other. "That doesn't matter. Where you put your dick is your business."

The corner of the pornstar's mouth rose. "It becomes everyone's business once a camera and a paycheck is involved."

"How many people have you ever actually had a genuine heartfelt orgasm with?"

"I can count them on one hand. And you're one of them."

Ryan smiled. "That's good to hear." He snuggled closer to Brendon, his eyes closing. "Do you want me to come with you to your mom's? As your moral support?"

"Can't I pretend I'm your sugar daddy?"

"If that's what you really want."

"Of course it's what I really want." He leaned over and kissed Ryan softly. "Y'know...I'm finding it really hard not to fall for you."

Ryan's eyes opened and met Brendon's, dark and damning and the reason why so many fell for him. "Why would you fall for me?" Especially when so many other people would fall for you back.

Guilt puddled in the elder's stomach, hot and acidic and cruel. It mocked him for ever thinking that this plan could go smoothly, without hurting anyone at all. Anyone besides Brendon, who was supposed to be hurt. But feeling were getting mixed up, and priorities were slipping. Ryan was beginning to feel bad for this.

"Have you not seen yourself?" Brendon hovered over him, hands either side of his face.

"I see myself all the time, Brendon."

"No, but - you're like - I don't know - the best person I've ever met."

"I am not."

"No, shut up, you fucking are. Don't try and tell me you're not because it won't work." He brushed the model's hair back, earning a hesitant smile. "You're beautiful, and sweet, and you're great at your job, like -"

"Hey, that reminds me." Ryan reached under the bed and opened a shoebox, taking out the magazine on the top of the pile. The front cover showed them both, with Ryan looking straight at the camera ('come fuck me' eyes and all), while Brendon's face was turned inwards, towards the side of Ryan's head, as if he were about to whisper in his ear. "This came out like two days ago."

Brendon's eyes widened as he sat up, opening the magazine and flicking through it. "Have you seen the Ryan Ross poster special?"

"Mm-hm." Ryan smiled, running a hand over the pornstar's bare back as he hunched over, the magazine on his lap.

"Holy shit, I'm finding it impossible not to get hard right now."

"I'm glad I can do that to you."

"I was talking about myself, actually."

Ryan laughed. "Touché. You like it, then?"

"Fuck, it's amazing. This feels like it was so long ago, back when I was really pissing you off."

"You always piss me off, Brendon."

He chuckled. "That's true, I guess." He paused. "Oh my God. I've found my favorite picture."

Ryan sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Which one?"

Brendon passed the magazine over, showing him. It was the moment they'd faced each other, both on their knees, and Brendon had grabbed a fistful of the model's hair and tipped his head back, running his nose up his throat. Ryan's eyes were closed, his fingertips brushing the floor as his back arched. It was one of the best photos of the entire shoot, that was for sure. The others were amazing, but that one...

"Fuck me, you're gorgeous." Ryan breathed, and Brendon leant against him, a grin on his fucking proud little face.

"I know I am." He raised his head and kissed Ryan quickly. "You're pretty hot too."

"Oh, nice to know you think I'm good-looking, anyway." The model rolled his eyes, bringing Brendon's mouth to his, the magazine forgotten. "I think you should stay the night." He murmured.

"I think I should too." Brendon replied, climbing onto Ryan's lap. "We're not getting much sleep, though."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

~

Spencer was on the phone to Gee Way, which he'd regretted the moment he picked up the phone, but needs must and all that. Besides, he was pretty sure the whole 'Gee' thing was an act, despite the fact that he never ever ever went by his birth name anymore, and he wanted to get past the 'I'm gonna flirt with you and probably piss you off' façade. Predictably, it hadn't worked yet.

"Look, Gee, just -"

"This is who I am, Spencer." He said dryly, sighing. "I'm a retired pornstar, this has been my life for years. I can't just not be...this."

"All I'm asking is for you to talk to me as a human being, and not as someone who's fake and annoying."

"I don't know who I am anymore. I'm Gee Way. Gerard was buried the second I lost my virginity."

"I'm not saying you have to be him, I'm just saying -"

"Well stop saying, Spencer. I don't know who I am. I don't know who I want to be. It doesn't matter right now, anyway. I'm pretty sure you didn't call me to berate me on my lifestyle choices."

Spencer sighed, exasperated. "I didn't, but that's not the point." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dallon's threatened to tell Brendon about the plan."

Gee snorted. "It all sounds extremely shady to me, if I'm honest."

"Well yes, of course it's fucking shady, it has to be. If it wasn't shady then he'd find out, and then my white girl scheming would be all for nothing. I wouldn't have a purpose in life."

"Jesus Christ Spencer, we're not in fucking Pretty Little Liars or something. Can't you get over him and stop this?"

"Whose side are you on? Ryan told me you were pro-destroy Urie." If Gee was actually present, Spencer would be glaring at him right about now. Silence was the response he got, so he continued. "Gee, I'm not trying to get you to like kill anyone, I just want Dallon removed from the situation as much as possible, because he's doing my fucking head in and he thinks he's all high and mighty because Brendon hasn't cheated on him yet."

There was a pause. "Okay, fine. I'll help you. But when all this goes to shit and Brendon finds out, I was never involved. Got it?"

Spencer let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "Deal."

"Where's everyone now?"

"With a bit of luck, Brendon's over Ryan's and Dallon is on his own."

"Promising..." Gee mused. "Text me Dallon's number, and I'll talk to him. I'll arrange a gathering or something, get him to join us."

"You think he will?"

"I can be very persuasive, Spencer. Never forget that for a second."

Spencer licked his lips. "Right, okay. And then what?"

"And then...operation remove Dallon Weekes from the situation is go."

"Good. Thanks for this, Gee. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Besides, it's all in the interests of Dallon's safety, right?"

A grin slowly spread on Spencer's face. "Of course it is."

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