They [i]were[/i] getting better at not breaking one another's necks these days. Ryan had begun to pick up on more of Brendon's quirks – and that included his new quirks, even better – because of this new form of attention he had available to him, and instead of hating every cute little habit, he adored them. When he learned Brendon could accompany him somewhere and their sometimes conflicting separate band schedules had miraculously aligned, he became ecstatic. Hell, when he got a chance to talk about him, he didn't shut up. It was strange. Before, even in interviews, he'd been obvious; a journalist would ask about his relationship with Brendon, he'd clench his jaw and force out a 'we're friends' although they were, like, arch nemeses, and now he'd go on a tirade about how Brendon's new creative direction was good for him and how he was making the old band members proud and how he was a great friend. Yeah, when these tour interviews start getting traction, older fans will definitely have plenty of questions to ask about this one-eighty.

Anyway. Something happened a lot whenever Ryan kissed Brendon: he could almost fool himself into thinking, imagining, for a moment, that they were together, loving and sweet and unadulterated. They had some incredible chemistry, with a handful of things, and kissing, for them - when it wasn't full of angry fire like it often used to be, they looked, from a third party view, to be in love. Brendon sighed against his lips, and he almost forgot to be mad, nearly fucking forgave him when he grinned as if Ryan was kidding around about the movie. Well. Regardless of how loving they seemed, yes, Ryan was still pissed. So he continued being a little shit about it. If Brendon could get away with stringing him along, holding him by a leash, for that long, just on the off chance he'd get laid more satisfyingly, Ryan could damn sure get away with reacting fairly ridiculously. And he was only halfway done. Right now was followthrough time, 'cause Brendon tended to be too charming to not instantly forgive for, like, anything.

As Ryan backed up, Brendon flattened himself against the bus side even further, and Ryan suppressed the threatening smirk. Guess he got the lack of joke now. He watched him wipe his face, hang his body nonchalantly, generally act as if Ryan had thrown him for a genuine loop. Problem: Brendon knew his angles all too well. Ryan's gaze drifted along his silhouette, the easy slope of his waist in this position, the shape of his hips almost propping him up. 'kay, maybe what he did wasn't [i]so[/i] bad. [i]What’ll you do? Whatever that just was...[/i] Being scolded? Like a dog? [i]I liked that.[/i] We get it. You're submissive, you're a bottom, whatever. Ryan raised his eyes to the sky, wondering if Brendon will ever get in trouble wth him and [i]not[/i] get turned on because of it, Jesus Christ. [b]"Clearly nothing is a good punishment for you."[/b] He shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders pulled inward, and looked beyond annoyed. 

Brendon laughed at his question, fading away eventually, and Ryan eyed him testily, waiting for the punchline. [i]Are you serious? I just told you I wanted you to [/i]fuck [i]me.[/i] Ryan swore he was blushing, feeling warm. Fucking Brendon. Always having some effect regardless of how stupid the circumstances were. [b]"Are [i]you[/i] serious? You thought being an asshole to me would work to accomplish that."[/b] He talked big for someone seriously attracted to said asshole. [i]Like- Well, what can we watch while I’m sitting on your dick?[/i] Ryan's jaw halfway dropped. Brendon had gone from refusing him for [i]days[/i] to this - all right. Honestly, Ryan thought he'd be stupid to turn anything at all down now, but what would that say to Brendon - just ignore me and I'll do what you want? [b]"For starters, you won't be, so."[/b] He tilted his head, eyed Brendon curiously.

He stepped closer again, hooking his thumbs in Brendon's belt loops, pulling him in a little. [b]"If you apologized, told me you wouldn't do anything like that again, maybe I'd forgive you."[/b] Ryan actually sort of grinned, entertained by the concept alone of Brendon - or either of them, really, admitting they were wrong to each other. So he dangled a prize. [b]"I'd fuck you [i]sense[/i]less if you did that for me."[/b] He suddenly looked serious, hiding his amusement quickly and letting his lips part slightly, anticipatorily. For real. He'd picked the worst person to be into.