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nopseud gave me this.
Okay. Characters 8 and 4 are secretly dating, but for press purposes, 8 is publicly dating 9, and 4 is publicly dating 2. But 8 and 4 are getting hot and heavy in the jacuzzi when 12, who knows nothing about the situation, walks in and sees them. Now 12 is best friends with 2, and is torn over whether or not to tell 2 about what they saw. After one too many drinks, they share the dilemma with their other friends, 7 and 11, at a nightclub. Unfortunately, the whole conversation is overheard by a journalist, and it shows up on E! News. 4 and 2 have no choice but to break up, leaving 2 without a public date. Their publicist finally comes up with character 3, the best she can do on short notice. So, in order to spread the news, 4 and 3 enter a celebrity golfing tournament, also attended by 11, 1, 15 and 5. Totally unexpectedly, 4 falls hard for 15. They have a night of torrid passion, but in the morning 15 reveals that they are secretly pregnant by 14. Heartbroken, 4 leaves the golf tournament early and takes their vows in a Tibetan monastary. 8, confused by the sudden disappearance of 4, and unaware of the situation with 14, asks 10 to track them down and bring them home. With the help of 13, 10 finds 4, and persuades them to come home, where they confess all to 8. My question is: character 6, boxers or briefs?
Which is brilliant! But the more I looked at it, the more of a challenge it seemed, and I couldn't back down. So, behind the cut is 2000 words of insanity. I'd give you the pairings, but really. It's best you find out yourself.
When Ryan gets home he finds Greg sitting on the steps of the porch.
He's holding his cell in one hand, an empty glass in the other, and Ryan's been expecting this, but it's still a shock to see how miserable Greg looks. Like everything that could go wrong has, and Ryan's hurrying forward, sitting down, so close their thighs touch.
"I take it he called?"
"Yeah," Greg says. He leans forward, arms crossed on his knees. "He's doing the show. Country music, Ryan. Country. He knows how much I hate that."
"I know." Ryan pets Greg's back, rubbing gentle circles. At least when he was forced to have a beard he was given someone he actually liked. Not that Greg doesn't like Chris. Just, some of his choices are suspect. Not like Gerard, who's kind of perfect. Well, once you get past his freakish attachment to his brother and love of all things black.
"He's going to wear plaid. I just know he is."
Ryan hisses a breath. He sees enough plaid with Brendon, the last thing he needs to see is his boyfriend on the arm of someone who lacks such basic taste. The problem is, there's nothing they can do to change things. Ryan can't be seeing dating someone like Greg, which sucks, because Greg's awesome. Better than awesome. "Maybe he won't be shown much," Ryan says, weakly. He sighs then, moving his hand down the curve of Greg's spine and slipping his fingers down the gap at the back of his pants. "Why don't we go distract ourselves, and tomorrow I'll take you to the spa."
"I guess," Greg says, standing and slipping his arm around Ryan's waist.
~*~*~*~
Going to the spa was the best idea ever. Ryan can feel sweat slide down his neck, bead at his hair-line, and he whimpers at the feel of Greg's mouth around his cock.
"Fuck, do that again," Ryan says, hands gripping the edge of the jacuzzi. Greg responds by sucking harder, bubbles slipping upwards and Ryan's toes are curling when he hears the sound of footsteps.
"Ryan, I didn't know you'd be here."
"Justin." Ryan tangles his fingers in Greg's hair, keeping him below the waterline. Desperately he hopes Justin is only passing through, but he slips off his robe and starts to climb in. "I've just pee'ed in the water!."
Justin looks grossed out, and for a moment Ryan thinks he's pulled this off. Except, Justin's lingering, and Greg can only hold his breath for so long. Gasping, he breaks the surface, and Ryan's hard on is instantly gone.
"The fuck?!" Justin looks from Ryan to Greg. "What about Chris? How could you even think about doing this when he loves you so much?"
"I do! It's just, I haven't seen him for a while and I was horny and Greg was here. " Feeling sick, Ryan adjusts his shorts, hating how he's having to pretend Greg means nothing.
"You're disgusting," Justin says, leaving without another word.
~*~*~*~
"So, we were talking and then suddenly that slut Saunders appeared. He had to have been under the water the whole time, probably sucking Ryan's cock."
"Impressive," Brendon says, ignoring how Justin glares. "Did you get to see Ryan's junk? He's huge."
"No I did not! I didn't want to see. He's supposed to be Chris' boyfriend."
"Maybe they've got an open relationship?" Brendon suggests. He picks up his drink and takes a long gulp. "That works for some people."
"Just because you're a ho," Frank says, he laughs and holds up his glass. "To Brendon, the biggest ho I know."
"Hey!" Brendon protests. "I'm friendly is all."
"Yeah, if by friendly you mean you'll swap spit with everyone you meet."
"Not everyone..."
"Hey!" Thumping his hand on the table, Justin scowls. "We're talking about Ryan, and whether I should tell Chris."
"You're his best friend," Frank points out.
"I know, but if I tell him he'll be devastated, but if I don't. Who knows what diseases Ross has picked up."
"Dude, no talking about Ryan like that, I'll have to deck you."
Justin knocks back his drink and ignores Brendon's protests. Because he knows Chris is going to be hurt whatever he does. It's just a matter of when.
~*~*~*~*~
In the end the decision is taken away from him. The next day the conversation hits E News. RyRo in Cheating Storm! Way goes into hiding as his brother issues a statement saying simply. It's over.
What's not announced, but has as much dramatic impact, is the fact Greg and Chris break up too. A difficult decision because while it was a relationship in name only, Greg really does like Chris, even with the plaid. But the fact is, Manband has done enough damage, Chris continuing in a relationship with a cheater would be something he'd never do.
They officially break up over coffee and burgers. Wishing each other well as they go their separate ways.
~*~*~*~
"I don't understand why I need anyone to date, I have a boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend who can't be seen dating a lowly CSI. Therefore, we need a distraction, and he's the best I could get at this short notice."
Phone tucked between shoulder and ear, Greg looks at the picture he's been sent. Spencer Reid looks nice enough. He's got good hair and a lovely smile. But the outfit? The cardigan's need to go. Still, at least with him working for the FBI they'll be able to talk shop. Though really, that's not that big of a plus when all Greg wants is to be with Ryan. Resigned, Greg brings his attention back to the phonecall, where his publicist is saying something about a golf game.
"Wait, what? Back up a minute."
"I knew you weren't listening." Annoyance obvious, she starts to talk again. "We need to get Ross column space. Show everyone that he really dumped you. S you and Spencer will be playing in a golf tournament. Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Gabe Saporta and Kevin Richardson will be playing too.
For a moment Greg grins, because Kevin Richardson, Ryan's going to be so jealous. Then the rest of the names sink in. "Are you insane?" Greg sits forward in his seat, trying to stay calm. "Mikey Way, like, the brother of Gerard Way. The Gerard Way who just split from Ryan because Ryan was supposedly cheating on him with me."
"That's exactly who I mean."
"He's going to kill me, painfully. With a five iron."
"Well, it's good your colleagues will be able to solve your murder. Now go and read all about Spencer."
"She ends the call and all Greg can do is stare at his computer screen, Spencer Reid looking mockingly back.
~*~*~*~
Greg never meant it to happen. But one moment he was admiring Gabe's cobra shaped club, the next he was following him back to his hotel room for a night of passion and raw animal sex.
Waking the next morning, Greg pushes any thoughts of Ryan out of his mind as he snuggles against Gabe, loving the hard planes of his body, his long legs and his... the fuck!? Greg sits up in bed, looking down at Gabe. "Your stomach, it moved."
"Yeah," Gabe says, grin content. "Didn't I tell you I'm knocked up?"
"No, you did not!" Crawling out of the bed, Greg stands at the side, looking down at Gabe. He's only known him for a day, but he heart-broken all the same, because it was love, Greg knows it was, but Gabe is tied to another. "The baby daddy. Tell me it's someone who loves you at least."
Gabe rests his hands on his tiny bump. "He loves me more than anything in the world. More than his entire wardrobe, even the naked lady pants."
"Wait." Greg can remember Ryan mentioning those pants, something about how they were cool but not as good as Backstreet's Larger than Life costumes. "You're knocked up by JC Chasez?"
Gabe nods his head and grins.
~*~*~*~
The next day Greg is on his way to a Tibetan monastery, ready to take vows and never have sex again. If he can't have Gabe he doesn't want anyone. Even though his ass still twitches in remembrance of Ryan's dick.
~*~*~*~*~
Ryan doesn't understand. He loves Greg with all his heart, and he's just gone. Disappeared out of his life like he was never there. Ryan can't eat, or sleep, or do anything apart from sit with his phone, waiting for Greg to call.
He never does.
It's two weeks later when Ryan knows he has to take action. Unpeeling himself from his chair, he scrolls through his phone book until he finds Pete's name. He sends a text. Fnd Grg, pleas..
That night Pete starts his search.
~*~*~*~
One of the best things about being Pete Wentz is he has a lot of friends, and thousands more acquaintances. It's why it doesn't take long to hunt Greg down, a friend of a friend of a friend letting him know Greg jetted off to Tibet weeks before.
Of course, there is one problem. Pete knows Gabe, and knows all about the situation with Greg. He suspects that Greg will refuse to see him, especially if he's holed up with the monks, because really, monks. It's not like Pete's going to fit in up there. What he needs is someone 'normal' looking, someone who can get past the monks and bring Greg to Pete. Where he'll wear him down with his considerable charm.
Normally that would mean Patrick, but they're sort of not talking right now. What with the whole fire situation, which wasn't Pete's fault. He hadn't seen the candles were lit, and anyway, who leaves candles burning where someone could put their coat? And it's not like Pete didn't put out the fire. His stomach reminds him of that, where he's got burns from jumping on his coat and rolling on the floor.
It's when he's getting the burns dressed he sees the solution. His doctor is this cute blond, kind or prissy with the look of exhaustion Pete knows so well. Some insistent prying questions, and Pete knows he's working double shifts, a fact that means Pete convinces himself he's some kind of guardian angel when he persuades the doctor, Chase, to travel with him to Tibet in return for a nice back hander of cash.
They set off the next day.
~*~*~*~
Greg can't help feeling nervous. This whole last month has been insane, and through it all he'd forgotten one important fact. He loves Ryan Ross.
"Get in already," Pete says, pushing Greg toward the door.
"I'm going." He turns to Pete and Chase. "Thank you, for everything."
"No worries," Chase says, and hooks his arm with Pete's. "Come on, you can buy me dinner, leave the love birds alone."
Pete looks like he's going to protest, but Chase is insistent, pulling Pete toward the car.
Left alone, Greg climbs the porch steps, considers knocking, before pushing open the door. Immediately the stench hits, unwashed bodies and rotten food. Breathing through his mouth, Greg heads for the den, and his heart clenches when he sees Ryan curled in one of the easy chairs. His hair is a tangled mess, he's got the start of a straggly beard and he's clutching one of Greg's t-shirts to his chest.
He's the most beautiful thing Greg has ever seen.
"Ryan," Greg says, and Ryan looks up, eyes widening when he sees Greg.
"Greg!" Scrambling up, Ryan runs, jumping into Greg's arms, and Greg holds him close, clinging on. Knowing that from now on there'll be no false relationships. No lies. Just the truth, and that's the fact that Ryan is the one he loves.
He brushes a kiss against Ryan's mouth, says, "We need to talk."
"I know," Ryan says, and he entwines his fingers with Greg's. "But not yet."
Which is fine by Greg, he's all the time in the world.
In conclusion. Brennan. Boxers of course.
nopseud gave me this.Okay. Characters 8 and 4 are secretly dating, but for press purposes, 8 is publicly dating 9, and 4 is publicly dating 2. But 8 and 4 are getting hot and heavy in the jacuzzi when 12, who knows nothing about the situation, walks in and sees them. Now 12 is best friends with 2, and is torn over whether or not to tell 2 about what they saw. After one too many drinks, they share the dilemma with their other friends, 7 and 11, at a nightclub. Unfortunately, the whole conversation is overheard by a journalist, and it shows up on E! News. 4 and 2 have no choice but to break up, leaving 2 without a public date. Their publicist finally comes up with character 3, the best she can do on short notice. So, in order to spread the news, 4 and 3 enter a celebrity golfing tournament, also attended by 11, 1, 15 and 5. Totally unexpectedly, 4 falls hard for 15. They have a night of torrid passion, but in the morning 15 reveals that they are secretly pregnant by 14. Heartbroken, 4 leaves the golf tournament early and takes their vows in a Tibetan monastary. 8, confused by the sudden disappearance of 4, and unaware of the situation with 14, asks 10 to track them down and bring them home. With the help of 13, 10 finds 4, and persuades them to come home, where they confess all to 8. My question is: character 6, boxers or briefs?
Which is brilliant! But the more I looked at it, the more of a challenge it seemed, and I couldn't back down. So, behind the cut is 2000 words of insanity. I'd give you the pairings, but really. It's best you find out yourself.
When Ryan gets home he finds Greg sitting on the steps of the porch.
He's holding his cell in one hand, an empty glass in the other, and Ryan's been expecting this, but it's still a shock to see how miserable Greg looks. Like everything that could go wrong has, and Ryan's hurrying forward, sitting down, so close their thighs touch.
"I take it he called?"
"Yeah," Greg says. He leans forward, arms crossed on his knees. "He's doing the show. Country music, Ryan. Country. He knows how much I hate that."
"I know." Ryan pets Greg's back, rubbing gentle circles. At least when he was forced to have a beard he was given someone he actually liked. Not that Greg doesn't like Chris. Just, some of his choices are suspect. Not like Gerard, who's kind of perfect. Well, once you get past his freakish attachment to his brother and love of all things black.
"He's going to wear plaid. I just know he is."
Ryan hisses a breath. He sees enough plaid with Brendon, the last thing he needs to see is his boyfriend on the arm of someone who lacks such basic taste. The problem is, there's nothing they can do to change things. Ryan can't be seeing dating someone like Greg, which sucks, because Greg's awesome. Better than awesome. "Maybe he won't be shown much," Ryan says, weakly. He sighs then, moving his hand down the curve of Greg's spine and slipping his fingers down the gap at the back of his pants. "Why don't we go distract ourselves, and tomorrow I'll take you to the spa."
"I guess," Greg says, standing and slipping his arm around Ryan's waist.
~*~*~*~
Going to the spa was the best idea ever. Ryan can feel sweat slide down his neck, bead at his hair-line, and he whimpers at the feel of Greg's mouth around his cock.
"Fuck, do that again," Ryan says, hands gripping the edge of the jacuzzi. Greg responds by sucking harder, bubbles slipping upwards and Ryan's toes are curling when he hears the sound of footsteps.
"Ryan, I didn't know you'd be here."
"Justin." Ryan tangles his fingers in Greg's hair, keeping him below the waterline. Desperately he hopes Justin is only passing through, but he slips off his robe and starts to climb in. "I've just pee'ed in the water!."
Justin looks grossed out, and for a moment Ryan thinks he's pulled this off. Except, Justin's lingering, and Greg can only hold his breath for so long. Gasping, he breaks the surface, and Ryan's hard on is instantly gone.
"The fuck?!" Justin looks from Ryan to Greg. "What about Chris? How could you even think about doing this when he loves you so much?"
"I do! It's just, I haven't seen him for a while and I was horny and Greg was here. " Feeling sick, Ryan adjusts his shorts, hating how he's having to pretend Greg means nothing.
"You're disgusting," Justin says, leaving without another word.
~*~*~*~
"So, we were talking and then suddenly that slut Saunders appeared. He had to have been under the water the whole time, probably sucking Ryan's cock."
"Impressive," Brendon says, ignoring how Justin glares. "Did you get to see Ryan's junk? He's huge."
"No I did not! I didn't want to see. He's supposed to be Chris' boyfriend."
"Maybe they've got an open relationship?" Brendon suggests. He picks up his drink and takes a long gulp. "That works for some people."
"Just because you're a ho," Frank says, he laughs and holds up his glass. "To Brendon, the biggest ho I know."
"Hey!" Brendon protests. "I'm friendly is all."
"Yeah, if by friendly you mean you'll swap spit with everyone you meet."
"Not everyone..."
"Hey!" Thumping his hand on the table, Justin scowls. "We're talking about Ryan, and whether I should tell Chris."
"You're his best friend," Frank points out.
"I know, but if I tell him he'll be devastated, but if I don't. Who knows what diseases Ross has picked up."
"Dude, no talking about Ryan like that, I'll have to deck you."
Justin knocks back his drink and ignores Brendon's protests. Because he knows Chris is going to be hurt whatever he does. It's just a matter of when.
~*~*~*~*~
In the end the decision is taken away from him. The next day the conversation hits E News. RyRo in Cheating Storm! Way goes into hiding as his brother issues a statement saying simply. It's over.
What's not announced, but has as much dramatic impact, is the fact Greg and Chris break up too. A difficult decision because while it was a relationship in name only, Greg really does like Chris, even with the plaid. But the fact is, Manband has done enough damage, Chris continuing in a relationship with a cheater would be something he'd never do.
They officially break up over coffee and burgers. Wishing each other well as they go their separate ways.
~*~*~*~
"I don't understand why I need anyone to date, I have a boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend who can't be seen dating a lowly CSI. Therefore, we need a distraction, and he's the best I could get at this short notice."
Phone tucked between shoulder and ear, Greg looks at the picture he's been sent. Spencer Reid looks nice enough. He's got good hair and a lovely smile. But the outfit? The cardigan's need to go. Still, at least with him working for the FBI they'll be able to talk shop. Though really, that's not that big of a plus when all Greg wants is to be with Ryan. Resigned, Greg brings his attention back to the phonecall, where his publicist is saying something about a golf game.
"Wait, what? Back up a minute."
"I knew you weren't listening." Annoyance obvious, she starts to talk again. "We need to get Ross column space. Show everyone that he really dumped you. S you and Spencer will be playing in a golf tournament. Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Gabe Saporta and Kevin Richardson will be playing too.
For a moment Greg grins, because Kevin Richardson, Ryan's going to be so jealous. Then the rest of the names sink in. "Are you insane?" Greg sits forward in his seat, trying to stay calm. "Mikey Way, like, the brother of Gerard Way. The Gerard Way who just split from Ryan because Ryan was supposedly cheating on him with me."
"That's exactly who I mean."
"He's going to kill me, painfully. With a five iron."
"Well, it's good your colleagues will be able to solve your murder. Now go and read all about Spencer."
"She ends the call and all Greg can do is stare at his computer screen, Spencer Reid looking mockingly back.
~*~*~*~
Greg never meant it to happen. But one moment he was admiring Gabe's cobra shaped club, the next he was following him back to his hotel room for a night of passion and raw animal sex.
Waking the next morning, Greg pushes any thoughts of Ryan out of his mind as he snuggles against Gabe, loving the hard planes of his body, his long legs and his... the fuck!? Greg sits up in bed, looking down at Gabe. "Your stomach, it moved."
"Yeah," Gabe says, grin content. "Didn't I tell you I'm knocked up?"
"No, you did not!" Crawling out of the bed, Greg stands at the side, looking down at Gabe. He's only known him for a day, but he heart-broken all the same, because it was love, Greg knows it was, but Gabe is tied to another. "The baby daddy. Tell me it's someone who loves you at least."
Gabe rests his hands on his tiny bump. "He loves me more than anything in the world. More than his entire wardrobe, even the naked lady pants."
"Wait." Greg can remember Ryan mentioning those pants, something about how they were cool but not as good as Backstreet's Larger than Life costumes. "You're knocked up by JC Chasez?"
Gabe nods his head and grins.
~*~*~*~
The next day Greg is on his way to a Tibetan monastery, ready to take vows and never have sex again. If he can't have Gabe he doesn't want anyone. Even though his ass still twitches in remembrance of Ryan's dick.
~*~*~*~*~
Ryan doesn't understand. He loves Greg with all his heart, and he's just gone. Disappeared out of his life like he was never there. Ryan can't eat, or sleep, or do anything apart from sit with his phone, waiting for Greg to call.
He never does.
It's two weeks later when Ryan knows he has to take action. Unpeeling himself from his chair, he scrolls through his phone book until he finds Pete's name. He sends a text. Fnd Grg, pleas..
That night Pete starts his search.
~*~*~*~
One of the best things about being Pete Wentz is he has a lot of friends, and thousands more acquaintances. It's why it doesn't take long to hunt Greg down, a friend of a friend of a friend letting him know Greg jetted off to Tibet weeks before.
Of course, there is one problem. Pete knows Gabe, and knows all about the situation with Greg. He suspects that Greg will refuse to see him, especially if he's holed up with the monks, because really, monks. It's not like Pete's going to fit in up there. What he needs is someone 'normal' looking, someone who can get past the monks and bring Greg to Pete. Where he'll wear him down with his considerable charm.
Normally that would mean Patrick, but they're sort of not talking right now. What with the whole fire situation, which wasn't Pete's fault. He hadn't seen the candles were lit, and anyway, who leaves candles burning where someone could put their coat? And it's not like Pete didn't put out the fire. His stomach reminds him of that, where he's got burns from jumping on his coat and rolling on the floor.
It's when he's getting the burns dressed he sees the solution. His doctor is this cute blond, kind or prissy with the look of exhaustion Pete knows so well. Some insistent prying questions, and Pete knows he's working double shifts, a fact that means Pete convinces himself he's some kind of guardian angel when he persuades the doctor, Chase, to travel with him to Tibet in return for a nice back hander of cash.
They set off the next day.
~*~*~*~
Greg can't help feeling nervous. This whole last month has been insane, and through it all he'd forgotten one important fact. He loves Ryan Ross.
"Get in already," Pete says, pushing Greg toward the door.
"I'm going." He turns to Pete and Chase. "Thank you, for everything."
"No worries," Chase says, and hooks his arm with Pete's. "Come on, you can buy me dinner, leave the love birds alone."
Pete looks like he's going to protest, but Chase is insistent, pulling Pete toward the car.
Left alone, Greg climbs the porch steps, considers knocking, before pushing open the door. Immediately the stench hits, unwashed bodies and rotten food. Breathing through his mouth, Greg heads for the den, and his heart clenches when he sees Ryan curled in one of the easy chairs. His hair is a tangled mess, he's got the start of a straggly beard and he's clutching one of Greg's t-shirts to his chest.
He's the most beautiful thing Greg has ever seen.
"Ryan," Greg says, and Ryan looks up, eyes widening when he sees Greg.
"Greg!" Scrambling up, Ryan runs, jumping into Greg's arms, and Greg holds him close, clinging on. Knowing that from now on there'll be no false relationships. No lies. Just the truth, and that's the fact that Ryan is the one he loves.
He brushes a kiss against Ryan's mouth, says, "We need to talk."
"I know," Ryan says, and he entwines his fingers with Greg's. "But not yet."
Which is fine by Greg, he's all the time in the world.
In conclusion. Brennan. Boxers of course.
