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The Real Reason (Panic! at the Disco)

Title: The Real Reason
Author: wordsaremyfaith
Fandom: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 917
Summary: In which Ryan is a bitch and kind of a girl, Brendon is obtuse, and Jon and Spencer are just there for the comic relief.
Disclaimer: I do not know these people, this never happened, I am making no money off of anything.
A/N: So apparently, there was this concert a few nights ago where Brendon kissed Ryan onstage, and then Ryan ignored him for the rest of the show. Or so I've heard, as I wasn't actually there.

Ryan is pissed. No, pissed isn’t a strong enough word. Just wait until they get offstage. He’s going to kill Brendon.

The whole point is to tease the audience. If you give them what they want, they won’t come back. If you tease them with it, they’ll keep hoping and therefore keep coming back. Brendon has screwed up the whole plan. Who’s going to come to the rest of the tour now?

The second they’re done, Ryan is off to his dressing room. He slams the door so he can sulk… er, plan to kill Brendon, that is, in peace.

After a minute, there’s a knock on the door. “Ryan? You in there?”

“What do you want, Brendon?”

“Can I come in?”

Ryan grudgingly opens the door. “What?”

Brendon bounds inside, all energy even after a fairly exhausting performance. “So that was fucking awesome.”

Ryan kind of half-gapes, half-frowns without saying anything. If he starts to talk, ‘I am going to kick you so hard you will never be able to have children’ will probably come out, and Brendon tends to ignore those sorts of threats, anyway.

And then Jon comes in and says, “What the hell was that?”

That,” Ryan says, glaring daggers at Brendon, “was not cool in the slightest.”

“What are you talking about?” Brendon half-pouts at him. “They were all really into it.”

Ryan tries to convey that puppy-look is not going to work on me with his eyes and says, “Exactly. There’s no suspense now.”

Jon looks back and forth between the two of them warily. He says, “Okay, so I’m going to let you guys work this one out,” and vanishes.

“You’re worried about suspense?” Brendon says. “It’s not like it wasn’t obvious, anyway.”

Ryan doesn’t even know what to say to that, so he settles for making a face instead.

“Hey, what is this really about?” Brendon’s tone changes to something gentler. Ryan says nothing, still.

The silence drags on infinitely, until Brendon says, “Fine, don’t tell me. I’ll be on the bus.”


Later, when Spencer’s breathing above him evens and Jon’s breathing to his left follows suit, Ryan whispers, “Brendon.”

“Ryan?” A head pops up diagonally above him.

“That wasn’t the real reason.”

In the dark, he can feel Brendon rolling his eyes. “You woke me up to tell me that?”

“No, asshole, I woke you up to tell you why I’m still fucking pissed,” Ryan spits out as quietly as he can, which is not an easy task.

“Is it because you can’t stop holding grudges over stupid shit?”

“No, and if you don’t stop being an ass, I’m not going to tell you anything.”

“God, you’re so easy.”

“Fine, if you don’t wanna know…” Ryan rolls over.

“Okay, all right, I’m listening.”

“That didn’t sound like an apology.”

“I’m sorry. Happy?”

“Not really, but it’ll do.”

“Listen, it’s too hard to talk this way without waking up Jon and Spencer. I’m coming down.”

Most people would make noise when they disembarked from a top bunk and padded across the floor to climb into someone else’s bed on a moving bus, but Brendon is small and has stealth and good balance on his side. Ryan makes a noise when he is climbed over. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Brendon settles down next to the wall and says, “This is kind of squishy.”

“Of course it’s squishy. It’s not meant for two people.”

“Well, now we can talk better.”

Ryan sighs. Brendon obviously has no plans to go away anytime soon, so he might as well talk. “So I was really mad at you before.”

“Yeah, I got that from the glaring and the onstage avoidance.”

“Will you just shut up for once in your life?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Brendon closes his mouth and stares intensely at Ryan.

“Not helping.”

“Right.” He closes his eyes.

“This is because that wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” Ryan continues.

“How what was supposed to happen?” Brendon asks, eyes still closed. When Ryan doesn't elaborate, he adds, “Got it. Shutting up again.”

“Ourfirstkiss,” Ryan mumbles. Brendon’s eyes pop open.


“Don’t make me repeat that.”

That’s what this is about? Fuck, Ryan, you really had me worried.”

This response does not exactly help things. “You know what? Just go back to your own bed. Go to sleep and chalk this conversation up to a bad dream.”

“No,” Brendon says obstinately. “So what would have made it better?”

“Well, not being in front of thousands of people, for one thing. Especially screaming girls. I fucking hate screaming – mmmph!”

Brendon interrupts this little speech, reaching around Ryan’s head to pull him closer and pressing their lips together. It is everything and nothing like the stage kiss, all at once. Nothing like it because there is no one else there, but everything like it because it is Brendon and Ryan and really, it has all been leading up to this moment.

When they finally pull apart, Ryan looks dazed. Brendon says, “Sometimes you just need to be shut up.” Ryan playfully smacks him.


The next morning, Jon and Spencer find them wrapped around each other in Ryan’s bunk, fast asleep. They decide to let them be; after all, god knows they can all use some extra sleep where they can get it. But first, Jon grabs his camera.

“Because they’re sooo cuuuute,” he whispers to Spencer, who snickers behind his hand. “Besides, once they wake up, this will make great blackmail fodder.”
Tags: [character] brendon urie, [character] jon walker, [character] ryan ross, [character] spencer smith, [fandom] bandslash, [pairing] ryan/brendon, slash (m/m)
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