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the boys are close. it's common knowledge.
ryan ross and brendon urie, inseparable best friends, the definition of a situationship to fangirls and many others in the early 2000s: all of these had become synonymous with each other. so naturally, neither boy though much of it when they found themselves shoving their tongues down the other's throat.
god, who would've thought a boy's lips could be so soft? and with a voice like that...
brendon was snapped back when the taller boy pulled back a second, taking a few deep breaths before going back in. he didn't dare open his eyes again, knowing those crosses would stare him down the second he did.
but for a guy who supposedly had no experience? ryan knew all the right places. a tug on the bottom lip, a hand on the hip, and a knee between the legs. they could already begin to hear the crowd's chatter outside, as well as spencer's banging on the door to hurry it up in there.
a shove.
brendon snapped his eyes open, crucifixes filling his gaze for a split second before meeting ryan's own brown irises. the boys took a moment to catch their breaths before breaking the silence.
"we'd better finish up...before jon and spencer, y'know..." ryan trailed off, half in a trance and half anxious.
"it's not like they don't already," brendon chuckled softly in reassurance. however, the shakiness in his breath betrayed him. the hand he laced in ryan's hair made up for it.
ryan only laughed in return, leaning into the touch. "you're right...what're they gonna do anyway."
they rest their foreheads against each other, enjoying the quiet moment with each other before the sound of the crowd became too much.