Brendon [i]knew[/i] that Ryan would be pretty much completely out of loop with modern slang, especially the one that Brendon just referred to, but still, he had to laugh at the accidental proposition Ryan was making to him- considering that usually if they were alone together things escalated to be much less innocuous  and casual. Not always, though. Recently (or fairly recently considering Brendon’s frequent avoidance of Ryan in the past few weeks), they had both been content to just spend time together, hanging out like normal people did. They could fool themselves that it had always been like this, that their relationship hadn’t grown from something toxic and harmful to them both, but Brendon in particular. It was difficult, they were both learning to navigate it, still learning how to act and what was acceptable. But it had been improving- until Brendon, easily frustrated and hard to please, decided he was bored of the routine and wanted to spice things up a little. He didn’t miss being treated like shit, but he missed the intense way that they used to resolve things. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud- this was his substitute, annoying Ryan into that mood and letting things continue on from there.

But Brendon was playing with fire and if Ryan found out that he was intentionally refusing his company just to get a rise out of him, because he was bored and- basically wanted a different kind of sexual gratification, things would all go to shit and he didn’t want Ryan to hate him, that wasn’t the intention here. They just hadn’t learned to communicate what they wanted properly, weren’t willing to be that vulnerable yet, they were still trying to figure out how to navigate their strange relationship in a healthy way. Brendon clearly hadn’t got the hang of that yet and it was obvious when he decided to physically move backwards instead of owning up to Ryan’s accusations and explaining why he had been so- for lack of a better word, frigid. This close and this worked up, though, Ryan’s presence pressed him into flustered honesty and he stuttered out his reasoning haughtily as if it was perfectly normal and it was ridiculous that Ryan hadn’t already figured it out. Ryan- Ryan immediately didn’t look impressed, and Brendon began to chew on his lip nervously as he waited for Ryan to react. In the past when Ryan had been angry he’d either been deathly quiet, unable to convey his emotions, or explosively angry, or a combination of them all at different points. Brendon felt the hair on his arms prickle as he waited with anxious anticipation.

[i]Sometimes I don’t, either, Brendon.[/i] Brendon was about to scoff, but that would be unfair. It was true, they both no longer needed to be intimiate to stand eachother’s company. It was no longer the sole thing bringing them together and it still scared him. Again, he’d never say that to Ryan’s face. [i]I didn’t think it went against your precious fucking[/i] rules [i]to be your friend.[/i] He looked up immediately, adamant, defiant, opening his mouth as if to protest, but he then dropped his head sullenly, something in his countenance changing. [b]”The- ‘precious fucking rules’- are for both of our benefits. You know that. We [i]agreed.[/i] Don’t fucking pull that on me.”[/b] Hypocritical coming from Brendon, who had just given away his game plan. Still, he was obnoxious by nature and straightened up, trying to regain some surety in his defence, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his chin up to Ryan to stare him down as best he could, which- was difficult. He looked genuinely angry. Brendon’s eyes flicked around Ryan’s features rapidly, and he didn’t realise he was holding his breath.

He was about to say something, break the torturous silence, but Ryan was faster, caught him off guard and pinned him against the side of the bus with relative ease considering Brendon was too blindsided to resist or complain. Plus, once he was held there, he didn’t particularly want to. [i]Which is it, Brendon,[/i] ‘sometimes I just don’t wanna fuck’, [i]or you want me to fuck you harder?[/i] Brendon’s voice caught in his throat and all he could do for a good few seconds was stare, wide-eyed, until he composed himself enough to smirk and retort, [b]”I dunno, darlin’, have you got it in you?”[/b] Probably a poor choice of response, but then Brendon had very little sense of self preservation. [i]We’ve got a hotel right behind us, and go fucking figure, your genius plan worked. I’m pissed at you.[/i] It probably wasn’t good that Brendon’s only coherent thought for a moment was ‘score’. He was also incredibly intimidated and turned on and this quickly brought out his dismally submissive side. He wet his lips and tore his gaze away from Ryan’s just to look at the hotel, then looked back, silent.

Brendon almost flinched when Ryan brought his hand up to brush against his jaw, and he was in the process of going lax against the cold metal of the bus. [i]So pick.[/i] He risked a glance behind them again. Everyone from the other buses had unloaded and were about fifty feet away going towards the hotel by now. Unless somebody was late to wake up, they were relatively alone. He supposed risky was their brand at this point. [b]”I- I want you to fuck me,”[/b] He admitted, but he could barely look Ryan in the eye. He had reduced him into this so quickly and Brendon had been convinced that he had the upper hand. Oh well. [b]”But, uh, if you still wanna watch that movie...”[/b]