pants to match

Brendon says, “I’m awesome,” and somehow manages to not come off smug at all – just refreshingly honest, which is weird, but Brendon’s often described as refreshing and weird – and then he says, “Hey, hands, hands,” and bats at the fingers Ryan’d apparently hooked just under Brendon’s waistband at the line of his hip.

Someone clears their throat and Ryan glances behind him to find Mikey, and Mikey’s frowning a little, gaze sliding between Brendon and Ryan, and Ryan suddenly beams, because okay. Okay, this plan just might work.