Brendon wasn’t really sure what he was trying to achieve. If he succeeded in annoying Ryan out of bed and self-pity, he would surely just drag himself over the couch, instead, and be a pain in the neck for the rest of the day. He made a note to self to call Holden later and tell him he was coming over- if Ryan didn’t quickly come down from his current agitated, very annoying, whiny state. It wasn’t like he felt any sympathy- sure, he knew exactly how it felt, the sensation was all too familiar; but this was a baby hangover compared to some violent ones that Brendon had suffered in the past, some that even Ryan hadn’t seen during the worst periods. A shiver cut through him suddenly as he relived the sensations- retching, shivering, an excruciating pain in his head. The afflictions were like ghosts- gone, but their presence was there, unseen. Brendon found that this did bring back some painful memories, but he shook it off as quickly as he could- there was no use feeling sorry for himself. There was already a man in this house doing enough of that for the both of them.

[i]Have mercy for a second, would you? I’m in hell.[/i] Brendon laughed, meeting Ryan’s slitted eyes with raised, suggestive eyebrows. [b]”No rest for the wicked,”[/b] He replied, surveying the rather sorry state of his boyfriend with something akin to disdain. [b]”And anyway, [i]darling[/i], I’d say that when you’re with me and I’m giving you that kind of material for [i]later,[/i] you’re in heaven.”[/b] Grinning again, he settled, deciding that watch Ryan complain would never get boring. [i]It feels like four in the morning.[/i] [b]”It’s not,”[/b] He chimed in helpfully. [i]Except, at four in the morning, the sun isn't out to fuck me over.[/i] Ryan was making this too easy. He cleared his throat. [b]”Which sun are you referring to, Ryan?”[/b] Splaying a hand against his chest, he then gestures towards the window where the sunlight was entering. [b]”I’m fucking you over right now, really, so. Both work.”[/b] Rather judgemental, he watched as Ryan buried his face in his pillow to try and escape the daytime, and was very tempted to just pull the remaining blankets and pillows away and leave him on a stripped bed. The more he whined, the more tempting it became.

In all seriousness, it wasn’t like Brendon would have refused Ryan’s request (if it had actually been a request and not a poorly thought-through insult at someone who was very likely to gain the upper hand by turning it back around on Ryan). He rarely did. Brendon was quite laughably used to making such a lewd gesture in Ryan’s direction, mostly because he thought the expression on Ryan’s face was always priceless and the way he flushed pink was also pretty entertaining. Either way, it was like a muscle memory, and Ryan’s response (hide his face in the pillows) was textbook. [i]Oh my[/i] god. Brendon curled his hand into a fist and brought it to his mouth for mere milliseconds because he started laughing almost immmediately, so easily amused by his own immaturity. [i]Yeah, and you're still fifteen years old.[/i] He wager a dismissive hand. [b]”I was just on board to suck your dick, idiot. You should have taken that. Not like you to back out.”[/b] Now he was just messing with him, but it was funny because Brendon wasn’t exaggerating or telling any lies. They were just really like this.

[i]No one told me I had to drink water. What a hassle.[/i] Brendon checked his own phone again, scrolling back up through the many messages sent between Ryan’s departure from the party and this morning. [b]”They wanted to get you pissed, that’s why. Getting drunk isn’t inherently [i]bad[/i], you know,”[/b] He said tersely, looking up carefully and making brief eye contact. [b]”I envy you. My 21st is going to be so fucking boring.”[/b] He was genuinely mourning the loss; all last night he had just envied them all having fun without him because apparently he wasn’t fucking strong enough to have a few drinks and then stop. It almost frustrated him how Ryan hadn’t continued to drink when he got back- wanted a drink first thing this morning- needed to drink throughout the day. Brendon was angry at himself, and though he knew it was an illness, an addiction, it wasn’t as easy as just ‘really wanting to stop’- he found himself taking all his own blame, if only to put it down to a reason. Really, it seemed, the universe had just been unfair to him.

[i]You are so much. So much, babe. I don't know how it's possible. You just woke up.[/i] Brendon snapped out of his brief melancholy and shrugged his shoulders back, as if to ask Ryan whether he expected anything else. Back on his phone, he sent a single message to the group chat- [i]sleeping beauty is awake and hung over-[/i] and immediately, Gabe was typing. He laughed and put his phone aside. That one was for Ryan to read. Speaking of his boyfriend, he had almost decided to tolerate him and treat him nicely, but suddenly his side of the bed was covered in crumbs and grease and he was ready to condemn him to death. For some reason, his compassion for the evidently suffering man he loved got the better of him and he found himself obeying his boyfriend’s requests and getting him water and aspirin, hoping it would make him less of a whiny dick.

[i]This is the hottest you’ve ever been.[/i] Brendon wasn’t sure whether to be offended, so he just skewed an eyebrow. [i]Sorry I told you to, like, go fuck yourself, and everything. You're a great boyfriend.[/i] [b]”I know.”[/b] Though slightly more patient, he wasn’t about to leave Ryan alone yet- instead, he climbed into Ryan’s side of the bed, then crossed it completely to straddle Ryan again, grinning widely as Ryan attempted to kiss him on the cheek. He turned his head to catch his mouth, instead, and lead him into a kiss, with seemingly relatively innocent intentions. Instead, he threw a different spanner into the works of the already pretty broken man beneath him and pressed his hips down hard, shifting forwards and keeping his eyes on Ryan to catch his reaction. [i]Forgive me? I’m dying, Brendon. Couldn’t help it.[/i] He laughed after pulling back, making himself more comfortable. [b]”That’s alright. You can’t help, uh, a lot of things. But you’re still a whiny bitch.”[/b]