"F-Fuck Bren, don't move." Ryan groaned.
Brendon didn't bother to respond. He knew he wouldn't be able to form actual words anyway. Not with his face being pressed into the pillow with every trust of Ryan's hips.

Ryan's hands tried to hold the side of his waist. But the sweat was making it impossible to get a good grip. So his hands continued to slide up and down Brendon's arched back. It wasn't Brendon's favorite position. Quite the opposite actually. He preferred being face to face with Ryan. Wrapping his legs around him and scratching at his back. He didn't get to play as much when he was on his hands and knees. But this way was the quickest way for them both to finish.

They didn't have time for love making when they were already ridiculously late to class. They just needed to cum and they needed to do it quickly. So Brendon continued biting the pillow as Ryan continued to thrust in and out of him at a speed that seemed impossible for humans to master. His pace began to slow as he got closer to finishing. Brendon thought slowing down would ease some of the tension in his stomach, but it just made things worse. The slower he went, the more Brendon could feel. So it didn't come as a surprise when he exploded as soon as Ryan learned down to press a kiss to the center of his back. Ryan came seconds later.

He collapsed on top of him. Their breathing was the only sound filling the silent house. They stayed like that for a while. Trying to gain their strength back. Brendon lifted his head to look over at Ryan.

"What time is it?"

Ryan's eyes darted toward the alarm clock Brendon made him buy a few days ago. "9:46."

"We have to get up."

"I know."

"I can't move."

"Oh sorry." Ryan mumbled against his skin. He rolled off of him and stood up from the bed.

"No." Brendon smiled. "I mean I can't move at all."

"Then I shall carry you." Ryan bend to lift him from the bed. He held him bridal style in his arms, kissing his forehead before turning towards the bathroom.

"Ryan, wait!" Brendon called out. "My foot is tangled in the sheet!"

Ryan tried to pull Brendon away from it but it wouldn't come loose. He couldn't just do it with his hands because he was carrying him. So he pulled him again. This time harder. The sheet slipped free easily, sending them both tumbling backwards from the force of Ryan's pull. He fell flat on his butt. Brendon landed comfortably on top of him.

"Ah." He groaned. "My ass."

"Join the club." Brendon laughed.

**********

For the first time in his life, Ryan Ross was in love. He was genuinely happy just being around Brendon. He didn't have to party or go shopping to have a good day. He couldn't remember the last time he'd used a drug. And he didn't want to. If he'd known love was like this, he would have done it forever ago.

Hell, if he'd known just being in a relationship was this great, he would have done that years ago too. Now he always had someone to talk to. Even about the things he was too embarrassed to tell Pete. He could sleep with someone every night without having to kick them out in the morning. He didn't have to hunt for sluts at parties because he always had someone to go home to at the end of the night. And the sex... Just holy shit!

There was something to be said about having sex with virgins. And not something positive. It was usually complicated and messy. Especially since Ryan was usually high when he did it. He'd had sex with at least seventeen virgins and only half of those were good experiences.

Taking Brendon's virginity took the cake of course. He didn't complain about the pain at all when they first did it. Except when he was asking Ryan was it normal to feel sore. He blessed him with nothing but soft moans and surprised groans when be was preparing him. And then throaty moans and lots of fun talk while they were having sex. Brendon was the best partner he'd ever had. Maybe it was better when you loved someone.

Ryan and Brendon sat down at their usual lunch spot. All of their friends were already at the table. But unlike the rest of their friends, they weren't just coming from a class. Instead of getting in the shower as they'd planned after their morning sex, they decided to just keep having sex. And then they took a power nap, woke up and drove to school.

"You're just getting here, aren't you?" Jon asked.

"Yeah." Brendon nodded.

"We woke up late." Ryan lied.

"No you didn't. You guys were probably fucking." Gee rolled his eyes as he applied a small amount of mascara to his lashes.

"We were not!" Brendon blushed.

"Yes you were. Why else would you not come to the door when I was knocking this morning?"

"You were knocking this morning?"

"Exactly."

"Fuck you." Ryan snatched a fry from Pete's plate. "That doesn't mean we were having sex. We could have been sleeping or something."

"Maybe." Gerard shrugged. Placing his makeup back in his bag. "But I don't moan like that when I'm asleep."

Brendon coughed. Ryan rolled his eyes. Everyone else at the table laughed.

"Come on guys, you're embarrassing them." Pete grinned. Lifting his cup to sip his drink.

"It's not like you guys are any better." Joe pointed out.

"What do you mean?" Patrick narrowed his eyes.

"We don't even visit your room anymore, man." Spencer chimed in. "I don't even want to imagine the places you and Pete have done it."

"There's probably some of your man juices on the doorknob." Jon shuddered at the thought.

"Man juices?" Pete mocked. "Who says that?"

"Virgins do." Andy smirked. Nudging his friend in his side.

**********

"I told you we shouldn't have come today." Ryan groaned as the professor explained something they would never use in actual life.

"You say that everyday." Brendon whispered back.

"We could so be having sex right now."

"You say that about everything."

"That's because it's always the better choice-"

"Mr. Urie?" The professor's loud voice silenced the rest of the classroom.

"Yeah?" Brendon looked over at him with a bored expression he'd learned from Ryan.

"You're needed in the Dean's office immediately."

"For what?" Ryan lifted an eyebrow.

"This is only concerning Mr. Urie, Mr. Ross." He said in a careful tone. Afraid of upsetting him. "You are dismissed."

Brendon stood up, grabbing his bag with him. Ryan of course stood up too. Andy began to stand but Ryan stopped him. They were just going to the Dean's office. He didn't need protection there.

They walked the halls hand in hand. Neither one of them speaking. Too absorbed with their own thoughts. Brendon glaced over at Ryan at the same time Ryan was sneaking a look at him. They both smiled and went back to thinking. The Dean was waiting outside of his office when they approached.

"Sup?" Ryan nodded.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ross. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"You called my boyfriend to your office."

"To speak to him privately."

"There is no him or me. Only us."

"I'm afraid there is a him in this situation. You'll have to wait outside."

He opened his door and stepped aside. Waiting for Brendon to enter. Ryan squeezed his hand reassuringly before letting go completely. Brendon walked in and the Dean followed behind him. Closing the door in Ryan's face.

"What am I doing here?" Brendon didn't feel like beating around the bush.

"Have a seat, Mr. Urie."

"I'm perfectly fine standing."

"Please." He motioned towards the chair.

Brendon signed and sat down. "What now."

"Your recent ambush of apathy towards your academics couldn't help but to be noticed. You're attending class less and you-"

"And I'm still passing all my exams with flying colors." He finished defensively. "I haven't even gotten a B on an exam."

"Well that's very true." There was a pause offer the word , and then. "For the exams you've taken."

"What?"

"You've passed every exam that you've been in class to take. But you haven't been in class to take them all."

"I've been sick."

"Whatever the reason, you should have requested makeups or spoken privately with your professors."

"I'll get right on that. I'll take them all today if I need to. Passing won't be a problem."

"I'm sure it wouldn't be for you, Mr. Urie. You must just be one of the sharpest minds on campus, and I included professors in that."

Brendon couldn't help but smile. "Thank you-"

"Too bad that doesn't help you here."

"Excuse me?"

"It's the end of the semester. Grades went in yesterday and you have incompletes in almost every class. And in college, incomplete means failing."

"I- I'm failing almost every class?" He'd never failed anything in his life.

"Yes. And as you know, your scholarship requires for you to maintain at least a C average."

"But- But-"

"That being said, your scholarship is now in void."

"What does all this mean for me?"

"You're being removed from the school."