Title: Buenos días, guapo. [4/?]
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Pairing: Gabe/William, Ryan/Brendon, Pete/Patrick
POV: 2nd person :]
Summary: "I know my feelings are probably unrequited,"
Warning: Abuse of Starbucks?
Disclaimer: T'is unfortunate but true, I don't own these guys. If I did, do you think I'd be sitting here? Good, you get it.
Beta: Kate, a friend of mine who doesn't have lj.
Author Notes: Dedicated to xxjustmymaskxx
for waiting so long ;)
Brendon and Ryan were sitting in Starbucks, waiting for their drinks to arrive.
“Seriously, I’m so sorry about this morning, I shouldn’t jack off in other people’s homes, it’s not decent,” Ryan stated, laughing dryly when Brendon pulled a face.
“You don’t have to apologize! It’s absolutely fine... As long as you tell me who you were thinking about,” Brendon said deviously.
“Oh, um... Well...” Ryan started, but was given time when the waitress came over to their table with their chosen beverages.
“Ross, don’t think you can get off that lightly! You can’t distract me with Frappuccino drinks!”
By then, Ryan had thought of a cover-up.
“Oh, um... Gerard Way?” he answered, but it came out sounding more like a question.
Brendon’s face lit up, because Ryan had been jerking off to a guy, but then he frowned, as that guy hadn’t been him.
“Well, uh... Good for you Ryan, but I’ve got to go now...” Brendon mumbled before standing up and heading for the exit.
“You haven’t even finished your drink!” Ryan called out, but his friend had already gone.
Later on, Brendon was sat in front of his TV, but wasn’t really paying attention.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
“Listen, I don’t want to buy your- Pete? Oh my God! When did you decide to grace Vegas with your presence?!” Brendon yelled, pulling his friend in to a hug.
Pete had moved to New Jersey two years ago, after breaking off his engagement to Patrick, as apparently he needed to ‘clear up a few things first’.
“Hey! I’m back, for good this time. I haven’t been to see Ryan or Gabe yet, are they okay?” Pete announced, grinning widely and showing off his perfect white teeth.
“Gabe is in love apparently and... Ryan’s fine. I bet you haven’t been to see Patrick yet, have you?” Brendon deadpanned, gesturing for Pete to come in.
“Uh no, I haven’t. Who am I kidding? I’m in love with him, and now he’ll never take me back, not after my little escapade,” Pete said miserably, his face crumbling.
“You think you’ve got problems? I’m in love with my best friend, but he’s completely oblivious and gets off to Gerard fucking Way!” Brendon exploded, his eyes welling up with tears.
“Hold on, you love Ryan?” Pete asked, a shocked expression falling over his face.
“Yes, and I have for three wretched years!”
“I’m so sorry Brendon, I had no idea.”
“Nobody does, except for you and Gabe.”
“Didn’t you say something about Gabe thinking he’s in love? Are we talking about the same guy?” Pete changed the subject swiftly to avoid any other tearful confessions.
“Yeah, some guy he picked up at the club, he had sex with him and then found out the guy was 14. It’s pretty dramatic.”
“Okay, so Gabe Saporta is in love with a 14 year old boy he had a one-night stand with?” Pete said slowly, “am I the only person who thinks that’s fucked up?”
“No, not really, honestly I think it’s a bad idea, but Gabe said it’s the first time in years he’s felt like that with someone, and apparently the kid stuck around, he didn’t sneak out in the early hours,” Brendon explained, giggling afterwards which immediately lifted his mood.
“Damn, we all have fucked up love lives.”
“Well, I gotta go do some grovelling to a Mr Stump, I’ll catch you later,” Pete said nervously before picking himself up and heading towards the door.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
When Pete opened the door to leave, he found Ryan on the other side who was contemplating whether to knock or not.
“Ryan! Hi!” Pete shouted excitedly, causing the boy to jump.
“What the fuck Peter! Where the fuck did you come from?!” Ryan screamed, jumping on to the man.
“New York, I had to go-” Pete started, but Ryan finished for him.
“-Clear some things up? Yeah, Patrick said, along with a lot of shit about you. You’re in trouble man.”
“Yeah, well, Brendon’s in there and it looks like you’ve got yourself some problems too.”
“Hold on, what?”
“Nothing, just go see your boy,” Pete ended, jumping in to the elevator and leaving Ryan stunned.
“Ryan? Is that you?” Brendon called from inside the apartment.
“Yeah, hold on,” Ryan replied, coming in a few seconds later.
“Ryan, I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Yeah, Pete said.”
“I’m so nervous about this, because you’ll probably just laugh at me and walk away,” Brendon muttered sadly.
“Brendon! Just spit it out!”
“I love you. I’ve loved you for three damned years, and you’ve been totally oblivious. I know my feelings are probably unrequited, but I just needed to tell you or I might-” Brendon began to say, but he was cut off with Ryan’s lips crashing in to his own.
After a few minutes of making out, Ryan pulled away.
“I love you too.”