PAtD - Misunderstanding

    Nobody was surprised when Brendon and Ryan started having sex.

    Because, really, who didn't see that coming from a million fucking miles away?

    No one really seemed to have a problem with it, either. As long as they didn't have to hear about it, it was fine.

    But, you know, Brendon can't keep his stupid mouth shut, and, Spencer thought as he sat there in the cabin's living room, trying to ignore Brendon going on and on about how fantastic Ryan was in bed, maybe it was going to be a problem.

    "And, like, oh my god, did you know he gives, like, the best blowjobs ever? Seriously. Did you know that?"

    Spencer looked up from his laptop and glared at Brendon. "No, and I didn't want to know that, either. Can you, like, maybe shut up about you fucking my best friend? It's kind of, well, creepy."

    "Yeah, um, no, I kinda have to vent about how fucking amazing it is," Brendon answered, casually crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back into the couch a little more. "This morning, we took a shower together. Best. Shower. Of my whole entire life. Like, he let me - hey, where are you going?"

    Spencer had closed his laptop and was walking out of the room. "Away," he responded, but apparently Brendon didn't understand, as he got up and started to follow him, asking, "Cool, can I come? Oh, yeah, speaking of -"

    "Brendon," Spencer cut him off. "Shut. Up. I don't want to hear it. Go tell, like, Pete or something, I'm sure he'd love to know." He sat at the table in the kitchen and opened his laptop again. Brendon took a seat next to him (Spencer sighed) and agreed, "Yeah, well, he would love to know, except I don't need to tell him because he's already got the pictures."

    Spencer groaned. "Okay, yeah, that's great. Good for him."

    "Oh, you want them? 'Cause I've got them on my Sidekick, I could totally just send them -"

    Brendon was cut off again by Spencer, loudly protesting, "God, no. Eww."

    Brendon grinned. "I'm sure you'd think differently if you saw them."

    "Yeah, no thanks. Can you just, I dunno, go? I'm trying to talk to Haley, and I really don't want to be hearing about gay sex, in detail, while I'm talking to my girlfriend online. It's just weird."

    Brendon grumbled, then perked up suddenly. "So you'd want to hear about it later when you're not talking to her? Because I can wait."

    "No, Brendon, I don't want to hear about it, ever, it's just that this time is probably worse than any other time you could possibly be doing this."

    Brendon slumped in his chair. "But -"

    "No," Spencer cut him off for the third time that night. "Go tell Jon, or something, I don't know. Maybe he'll want to hear it. But I don't."

    "Well, see, I would, but I already talked to him. And, actually, yeah, he seemed to enjoy it pretty thoroughly."

    Another sigh emitted from Spencer. "William?"

    "Yeah, he pretty much asked me for all the details before I even mentioned it."

    "Patr-"

    "Don't worry, Spence, I got it covered. You're the only one that doesn't know."

    Spencer's eyes widened. "Oh my god, does Ryan know about this?"

    "Well, he was there when I told William. So I pretty much took that as permission to, like, tell everyone else. And you're last, Spencer Smith."

    "Um, Ryan probably won't be too happy when he finds out you told everyone. I don't think just him being there when you told Will really counts as 'permission'." A succession of loud alert noises suddenly blared from his laptop speakers, and he realized that he had accidentally abandoned his IM conversation with Haley, who was now frantically messaging him and asking him where he was. He quickly typed in, "sry babe, brb, bdens being an ass", sent it, and closed the laptop before turning back to Brendon, who had been distracted by the noise and hadn't had time to reply.

    "In fact, I have a feeling that when Ryan finds out about this, he's going to -"

    "When I find out about what?" Ryan's voice interrupted from the doorway.

    Spencer turned around, and at the same time Brendon jumped up from his chair and ran over to Ryan, quickly slinging his arms around him. "Spencer's being mean to me!" he said with a pout. "Make him stop!"

    Ryan rolled his eyes. "Great, what did I miss?"

    "Brendon's going around telling everyone what great sex you guys have."

    Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Brendon butted in, saying, "See, Spencer, I knew you thought it was great!"

    "That's not what I meant," Spencer said, then looked back at Ryan. "Well? He seems to think you gave him permission to share your sex life with everyone under the label."

    Ryan gave Brendon a look. "Brendon," he said in a scolding tone. "I didn't give you permission to do that."

    "But, but," Brendon whined, "You were there when I told William, babe, and you were fine with it!"

    "Well, yeah, but..." Ryan trailed off, lost in thought.

    "Ooh, see, I told you, Brendon. You're in trouble."

    "Shut up, Spence," Ryan interjected, before he turned and wrapped his arms around Brendon and smiled. "It's okay, it was a misunderstanding."

    "Yay!" Brendon exclaimed, and picked Ryan up, slinging him over his shoulder. "CELEBRATION SEX!" he yelled loud enough that if there were anyone within a mile they probably could have heard it, and carried Ryan, who was giggling, up the stairs to their room.

    Spencer rested his elbows on the table and put his face in his palms. "Oh my god, my friends are so weird."