There were a lot of things on Brendon's bucket list. Visiting Asia. Trying sushi. Meeting a celebrity. Winning the lottery. Even petting a lion. Something that wasn't on his bucket list was getting a two hundred dollar manicure and pedicure. He didn't even know guys did that.

It was obviously something Ryan did often because the people in the salon greeted him happily as soon as he entered. Ryan knew exactly what he wanted. He'd even gotten color added to his nails. A very light pink. Almost pale. Brendon refused color.

"It'll bring out your hands." Ryan told him.

"I don't even know what that means."

Ryan laughed as if he were joking. So Brendon laughed too.

"Do you like your hair?"

Brendon nodded. That was the first thing he'd got done. They washed his hair and put something in it. He didn't even bother to ask what it was. And then they cut it and blew it out. It just looked a little fluffier and shorter. Not a big difference. Ryan didn't get his hair done. He said he'd gotten it clipped just a few days ago.

"Do you do this a lot?"

"What? Get my nails done?"

"Go to the salon and-"

"Yes. It's relaxing. I usually take my best friend, Pete with me."

"Pete seems like a good-"

"He fucked your friend Patrick Stump." The women paused doing their nails and stared up at them. Ryan tapped his finger impatiently against the glass table. "Get back to work!" They began working on the nails again.

"I-I know." Brendon began to fidget nervously.

"Keep hands still." The woman slapped his knuckles with the nail filer.

"What do you want to get to eat after this?" Ryan asked.

"I've never had sushi."

"And you never need to." Ryan made a disgusted sound. "But we could still go Asian."

"I uh, I'll just eat wherever you want to."

"Good. I want a burger. Like a huge, gigantic burger. Too big to even bite. With bacon and cheese and lettuce tomatoes. Pickles. Pizza. Can you put a pizza in a burger?" He asked longingly. Pretending to drool.

Brendon laughed genuinely this time.

"That sounds. . . scary."

"It sounds like a heart attack." He smiled. Brendon laughed again. "You have a beautiful laugh."

He put his hand over his mouth to cover his smile and mute the complimented sound. "Thank you."

"Hands still!" The woman popped his knuckles again.

"Ouch!"

Ryan reached over to snatch the filer from the woman's hand. "Hit him again and I'm going to make this thing a permanent part of your body." He dropped it back on the table. "Do you want to go shopping?"

"I didn't bring money."

"What did I tell you?" He grinned. "I am paying for everything today."
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"That's hideous." Ryan laughed as Brendon walked out of the dressing room. He was wearing a pair of yellow pants and what Ryan assumed was the matching shirt.

"I'm just trying to stand out." He laughed.

"Trust me, you can do that without even trying." He muttered.

"What?"

"I said that's not the way to do it."

"I have another." He ran back into the dressing room and shut the door.

Ryan smiled as he leaned back in the chair. This reminded him of some scene from that one romance movie he watched. With the chick trying on clothes for the man. Not that he was calling Brendon a chick. He was far from it. He was probably more masculine than Ryan himself.

The door opened and Brendon walked back out. This time sporting a pair of painted on leather pants and a white T-shirt that stopped an inch above his hip. Exposing a small strip of his stomach. With the black boots added, he looked like the poster boy for a gay biker group. It was sexy as hell. Brendon turned to glance at himself in the long mirror. Ryan bit down on his full bottom lip at the view of Brendon from behind. This boy's body was beautifully sculpted to perfection. Especially in this outfit.

This was definitely a sight Ryan wanted to see again. He lifted his phone and clicked on the camera. No need to zoom in, Brendon's ass could be seem from miles away. Ryan took the picture and the camera flashed. Shit. Brendon spun around, his face flushing red.

"What are you doing? Don't take a picture of me in this ridiculous outfit!"

"The only thing ridiculous about that outfit is the amount of attention you'd get from it."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious!" He lifted his phone. "So pose for the camera."

"No." He shook his head shyly. "I'm taking it off."

"Fine!" Ryan called out as the door slammed shut. "But I'm keeping the picture."

He glanced down at his phone. You couldn't see Brendon's face but it was clear who he was. No one else on campus could even dream of having an ass like that. On impulse he decided to share the picture. Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Not Tumblr. Ryan Ross didn't do Tumblr. He typed the captions. Boys. Butts. Beautiful. As soon as it was posted, comments and replies started coming in.

Who's that?

Ross has a new toy.

Great ass.

Are you sure that's a guy?

Yum

"Ryan!" Brendon whispered his name as he stuck his head out of the door.

"Yeah?" Ryan looked up from the phone.

"I-I need your help."

"What?"

"I can't get the pants off." He whispered, embarrassed.

Ryan laughed. "Okay."

He slipped the phone in his pocket and walked over to the stall. He stepped in the small space and locked the door behind him. Brendon was standing there with his shirt off and his pants barely down his ass. Ryan held his breath to prevent any ragged breathing. It's not like he'd never seen a guy like this before. In fact, just a few days ago he'd seen a guy in a way more compromising position. But this was Brendon Fucking Urie.

"You pull them in the back and I'll pull them I'm the front." Brendon instructed.

Ryan nodded. Brendon turned so that his back was facing Ryan. Ryan stepped up and slid his skinny fingers into the back of Brendon's pants. Brushing them against his ass. He balled his hands into fist to get a better grip.

"Ready?" He whispered the word because he was 100% sure his voice was going to crack.

"Yes."

"One. Two. Three."

"Pull!"

They both began yanking at the leather pants. Brendon stumbled forwards, ending up pressed against one of the stall walls. Ryan was practically pressed against his back. Pulling at the paints for dear life. They could feel them sliding down slowly. After two minutes of yanking, they finally slid down, bringing Brendon's boxers with them. But both Ryan and Brendon were too out of breath to notice. They stood in that stall. Brendon with the side of his face pressed against the wall and Ryan pressed against Brendon's bare ass. His hands still resting on his thighs.

"On a scale of one to ten, how likely am I to get a happy ending from this?"

"What?"

"If we're really quiet, we could-"

"No." Brendon pushed off the wall and away from Ryan. "I'm not gay."

Ryan's eyes darted to Brendon's exposed lower half before he looked back at his face. "Bullshit."

"I'm not." He pushed Ryan against the door of the stall. Unlocking it and opening the door. He was thrown out before he could speak. The lock clicked after him.

Ryan smiled. "This should be fun."