"'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!"

And with that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, throwing his perfectly good coffee to the floor, and Brendon didn't follow because Brendon was too stunned to even think, because he was caring about what Ryan had said much more than he'd anticipated. And that was wrong on a million levels.

~

"I hate them! I hate them all! I swear I'm never watching porn again!"

Pete just sat there and listened, because once Ryan started, he didn't stop until he was finished, and he knew that fact all too well. And Mikey was there too, watching as the furious model paced back and forth in Pete's living room and cursed his brother and his friends.

"It's all 'I'm a pornstar and I do what I want! I don't care about anyone else! I can cheat on my boyfriend with a hundred different guys and I won't care because when everyone finds out they'll all be talking about me! I can take the piss out of people because it's fun! Because they'll weaken and -' ugh! I hope they all catch whatever STD makes your dick fall off! I hope they - they -"

And to their horror, Ryan burst into tears.

Pete was truly shocked, because Ryan had been through a lot since he became a model - body issues, weight issues, depression, bullying, everything and anything - and he'd not once cried this hard. He got to his feet and wrapped his arms around his best friend, while Mikey left the room to call his brother and shout at him for a bit.

"It's not worth it, Ry." Pete said quietly, stroking Ryan's hair. "The entire porn industry - thing - whatever is bullshit, and people like Gee, people who think they're better than you because they can take more dick, make it shitty, make it horrible for others, and it's pathetic. Gee and Brendon are assholes, and it's a great thing that Gee is quitting pornography, because it means we'll be seeing less of that prick and more of you." He pulled back, taking the model's tear-stained face in his hands. "And we like seeing you. Your face, it..." He sniffed, rolling his lips into his mouth, feigning emotion. "It makes me hard."

"Fuck off!" Ryan punched Pete's arm, harder than anticipated, and he swore, wincing. But Ryan was smiling, and that was the good thing.

~

Dallon slowly closed the door behind him, and he opened his mouth to call out to Brendon - only his voice died when he heard the moans and curses coming from upstairs.

He wasn't all that surprised really, but he couldn't stop his heart from sinking as he heard Brendon moaning, Brendon swearing, Brendon getting fucked so hard he could barely breathe. And it hurt more than anything else in the world, it really did, and he hated himself for doing what Spencer did, which was fall in love.

There was nothing he could do besides lean against the wall and close his eyes, feeling the air leave his lungs in a desperate sigh. This wasn't the first time he'd heard Brendon having sex with someone else, nor would it be the last, but it hadn't happened in a while, and Dallon had guessed that maybe it wouldn't happen again. But this was Brendon, and if Brendon wasn't getting laid, Brendon wasn't happy, and Dallon wondered briefly if this one was going to involve money.

And then, a few minutes later, everything went silent besides footsteps, and he heard someone approach. He opened his eyes, seeing Brendon and some guy he neither knew nor wanted to know, and the other guy was fully dressed, while Brendon had sweatpants hanging low on his hips and what was so obviously come (his own or the other guy's, Dallon really did not want to know) on his chest.

Dallon just wanted to punch the smug fucker in the face, which would mean punching both of them, but he didn't exactly care. He was hurt, and angry, and annoyed that Brendon would ditch him for the entire day to hang with Gee Way, of all people.

"There ya go." The other guy said, slipping something into Brendon's hand, and the younger simply beamed. "Call me if that's not enough."

"I will." Brendon bit his lower lip and watched the other guy leave, before turning to Dallon, who was trying not to cry. Or, at the very least, stare at Brendon's chest (ignoring the come, of course). "Hey, D." Dallon scoffed. "What?"

"Have fun?" He couldn't help but sound bitter, couldn't help but smile a little bit as Brendon winced. "What did he give you?"

"Just some pills, uh, and fifty dollars, y'know, to keep me going and stuff..." In the blink of an eye, he was back to his normal, grinning self, nudging Dallon with his elbow. "Why, did you want to join?"

"No, of course I fucking didn't. Why would you think I want to be there while you whore yourself out?" He hissed, and then he turned and left as quickly as he'd entered, and Brendon just decided to make one mistake after the next, taking the pills and calling an old friend.

After all, it couldn't exactly get any worse, even if he wanted it to.

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