Title:This is bullshit</>
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan</>
Rating:R</>
Summary:Brendon is grounded.</>
Disclaimer:*sigh*</>




This, my friends, is bullshit.

You say ‘fuck you’ to one Elder, and you are grounded for a week. I know, get over it, but how can I get over it?

When I am grounded, I am grounded!

I can’t leave the house, my parents lock up my video games, guitar and keyboard. They take the cords of my DVD player and computer and hide my iPod.

So here I am, stuck with nothing.

Dammit.

I am bored out of my fucking mind, and it is a Friday night.

Sure, they can go out, but me, no, I am stuck with a lock down with my sister making sure I ‘stay put’.

They fucking paid her $50 to make sure I stayed home.

And the bitch won’t budge.

This, my friends, is bullshit.

I am bored out of my mind, and it is only 5:30.

I guess I could at least do my homework. God I’m a dork, who does homework on a Friday night?

Me, the grounded one, remember me?

I slumped on my bed pulling out my book bag when a flyer fell out. My teacher told us about it this afternoon, but I didn’t pay attention. I was about to stuff it in my bag when I saw that it said, ‘Call if you need help, the call is free’.

Upon reading it, I saw that it was a homework-help-hotline for high schoolers put on by a local all boys college.

Hmm this could be interesting...

I’m I that lame to call a hotline just to have someone to talk too?

Yes, I am.

Cause along with the computer and dvd being taken away, there was also the porn, and any reinforcements right now would be excellent.

If you get what I’m saying.

I mean, really, who goes to an all boys college that is straight? Sure, there are going for the academics of it, but fuck that shit, they are as flamin’ as me...

I think I’ll give it a shot.

Picking up the phone, I dialed the number from the sheet and waited.

St. John’s College Homework Help Hotline, how can I help you.

“Um, yeah, I need help with my homework.”

Ok, what subject do you need assistance with?

Shit....I didn’t think about that...opening my bag, I said the first book I saw, “Chemistry.”

Ok, Chemistry. What area do you need help?

“Area?”

Yeah, the subject matter, topic, chapter...

Don’t get smart with me jackass...

“Oh, sorry,” nice save, “The periodic table, please.”

Ok, let me see who is available to help you tonight. It looks like the only chemistry tutor we have working tonight is Ryan, I’m gonna transfer your call.

“Thank you.”

Ryan huh, sounds all right, not much of a gay sounding name, but hell, Brendon isn’t either. It’s usually Steve or Tim or Mark...

Hello, this is Ryan, how can I help you today?

Hmm, nice voice, kinda pitchy and squeaky at times, but maybe he just woke up.

At 5:30 on a Friday night, yeah right...well, he is in college, and I heard it’s a different lifestyle there...

“Um, yeah, I need help with the periodic table.”

Hey, I have to at least act like I am interested. So I can recite it from left to right, he doesn’t need to know that.

*sigh*

Did he just sigh? Am I annoying him already? Dammit, my fun hadn’t even started yet...

“You ok?”

Yeah, I’m just glad you are asking about something that I know about.

“..................”

You still there?

“Yeah, But, what kind of tutor are you that doesn’t know his topic?”

The kind who got a work study assigned to this job, and is a freshmen and at the low end of the totem poll and was forced into the Chemistry help line, even though they only took one class of it in high school and who is also forced to be on call every weekend by them throwing time and a half at me...

Thanks for the whole life story there kid.....

Sorry, this is my first call, I’m kinda nervous...

“So I can tell, really though, Ryan, there is no need to be nervous. We can, you know, talk for a little bit til you are ready to get started, or uh, are calmed down or something...”

*giggles*

Yep, he’s one of us.

That’d be great, thank you, and please, don’t tell my supervisors or anything, I really need this money...um, did I get your name?

“It’s Brendon, and I won’t tell on you, it’s cool. Aren’t these things like recorded or something, or you are in a room with other operators that are like, standing by or something?”

*another giggle*

Well, if he keeps that up, I’ll be getting off in like five minutes. And I’m not talking ‘getting off’ of the phone here kids!

No, they aren’t recorded, and I am not in a big room, they transfer the call to my dorm room, so at least I can have access to my internet and books if I have no clue how to help someone. And thanks for not being rude about it and stuff.

“Oh, no worries, I mean, shit, I’m an 18 year old senior who is calling a help hotline on a Friday night three weeks before school is out, so I really have nothing to tell...”

Yeah, I was wondering about that, I mean, your voice is so deep and se...

I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Deep and what, Ryan?”

I uh, nothing, it was just deep and stuff.

“Deep and stuff, ok, you’re a weird one there...”

I’m sorry, you prolly think I am a real idiot. Maybe you should call back on Sunday night when there is another guy on shift who can help you with the periodic table...

“No...no...”

You’re perfect!

Are you sure, I mean, I don’t want to waste your time...

“Yeah, I sure, and you aren’t wasting my time, I’m actually grounded, for the week, so I really have all the time in the world to waste, so you’re cool, and I am sorry for calling you weird..I hope you don’t report me.”

*laughter* No, I won’t report you Brendon, so, can I ask why you got grounded, I understand if you don’t wanna tell cause it could be like...

“I said ‘Fuck you’ to an older member of my religion.”

Oh! *weird noise*

Was that a stifled laugh I just heard?

You aren’t one of those religious people are you? And I mean that in the least offensive way possible. *slap* *mutter* dammit, I’m gonna lose my job...

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Calm down Ryan, and no, I’m not a religious dork, I was born into it, I didn’t chose it. So stop worrying so much, you are bumming me out!”

Ok, sorry

“And if you say ‘sorry’ one more time I’m gonna hang up the phone!”

Ok, So...I mean, got ya, I understand!

Yep, eating out of the palm of my hand.

“So, Ryan, what would you be doing if you weren’t working tonight?”

Well, actually, that’s why I am kinda bummed, I was supposed to go to a concert tonight and start working tomorrow night, but the scheduling got mixed up.

“That sucks, what concert?”

A band called Get a Grip is playing at the Forum tonight, they are a rock-ish, emo-y...

“SHIT! THAT’S TONIGHT?!?!?!?!”

Yeah...why?

“Dammit, my best friend Spencer drummers for that band, and fuck...I can’t believe I am missing it. This is bullshit! Goddammit! This fucking sucks!”

...........

Calm down dude, you’re freaking him out.

“Oh, pardon the language...”

Yeah, um, isn’t that what got you in this situation to begin with?

“Fuck you.”

Oops...

*laughter* Oh, only one could wish...

Was he flirting with me?

Not that I cared, but...

“Are you flirting with me?”

..............

“Um, Ryan, I asked you a question.”

I am, I was...

“Dude, it’s ok if you were, I was just making a clarification.”

You mean, you aren’t like freaked out by it, cause I’m sorry, you can hang up, I just, I don’t know your voice is like, I dunno...

“Yeah, I might just hang up!”

I, uh, I, it

“But that’s because you said ‘I’m sorry’ again, not because you are flirting with me...that part is flattering!”

*sniff* Really?

Was he crying? Damn it, he is SO the girl in this relationship!

“Yes, really Ryan, so stop freaking out, if I were gonna hang up on you, I’da done it a while ago, don’t you think?”

I guess you’re right.

“Damn straight, one thing you will learn about me, I am always right, and don’t you forget it! So, what are you wearing?”

*giggle* Um, slacks and a t-shirt, you?

“Boxers.”

Oh, sexy!

“You know it!”

Wow, Brendon are you trying to seduce me via phone?

“Maybe...”

Good, cause I like it!

Shit, my sister!

“Yeah, so, I know it is Hydrogen, then Helium, and the Argon gases, what is the next line, It starts the metals right?”

Huh? What the fuck Brendon?

I picked up the flyer and showed it to my sister who was standing over me with her hand on her hip reaching for the phone.

She read the flyer, still reaching for the phone. Looking at the number on the page, she matched it with the number on the phone screen and sighed, “Are you a tutor?”

I heard muffling on the other line.

“Oh really, what college?”

More talking.

“Oh, sorry, I thought my brother was breaking the rules,” she glared at me, “Yet again.”

She threw the phone back at me and huffed out of the room.

“Yeah, sorry bout that...”

What the hell was that?

“That, Ryan, was my bitch of a sister. My parent’s paid her $50 to basically baby-sit me tonight, while she is in the next room, prolly fucking her skanky-ass boyfriend.”

Wow, that sucks, so, um, yeah, topic change, where do you go to school?

“Palo Verde, where did you go? You are a La Vegan, right?”

Yeah, I went to Bishop Gorman.

“Spence went there for a while didn’t he? Before he transferred?”

Spence who?

“Spencer Smith.”

Hmm, the name sounds familiar...But I can’t place it, I, was, well, kind of a loner, you know, make friends with the young kids...I dunno.

“No worries, so, back to what you were wearing?”

Haha, you’re a horny little mofo, aren’t you?

“Well, talking to you with my hand down my boxers makes me a horny mofo, then I guess I am...”

Um, yeah, I guess so, but are you?

“No, but would you like me to be?”

Maybe...

“Why do you have your hands down your pants?”

Maybe...

“Oh what a tease!”

You know it! So, um, do you like have a boyfriend or something?

“Dude, I’m not gay!”

Oh!

“I’m just kidding with ya, and no, no boyfriend, my parents would probably skin me if I did. They, well, don’t know about my sexual preference...and prolly won’t until I move out for good.”

Oh.

“It’s not like I am keeping it from them, it’s just, I know they will freak out...I dunno.”

No, it’s cool, my parents don’t know either.

“Yeah...”

So, what would we be doing right now, if I weren’t working, and you weren’t grounded, and we were dating?

“You’d be laying on my bed, and it’d straddling your waist as I am working off your shirt and attacking you with kisses.”

What are you a sex operator?

“Why, am I turning you on?”

Maybe...

“Is that your favorite word, well, besides ‘sorry’?”

Maybe...

“God, you’re an ass.”

You know you like it!

“Yeah, but still, I’m too lazy to be doing all the work.”

So what if I were to flip us over and now, I was pulling off your shirt and working my way down to your boxers?

“I’d say you’d better be ripping those things off in record time!”

I can only go as fast as my teeth will let me...

Ohhhh

Was that a moan I heard?

“Maybe...”

*laugh* Do I make you hard, Bren-don?

“Uh huh!”

Dude, have some composure!

*another laugh* Well, the feeling is mutual.

“But where were you?”

Oh, yeah, right, my teeth, removing your boxers...

“That’s it!”

And yes, my hand was for real now in my boxers. Stroking lightly while listening to the voice on the other end. I’m gonna burn in hell for this.

Too bad I’m not Catholic, I could just confess, say a few ‘Hail Mary’s and all would be well.

I get them just to your knees before I slid back up and lick the underside of your cock.

Ok, hands moving just a little bit faster now, yes...

Then I take you in my mouth. *slight muffling and movement* Moan for me Brendon

And I did, like a cheap whore. Like the guys on gaybeef.com...

That’s it. I take you further in my mouth...What are you doing Bren?

Yeah, the nickname, stroking a little faster.

“Jerking off.”

*laugh* No, as I am sucking you off...

Ok, is it weird to blush when he isn’t even in the room to see me?

“Oh, yeah, I am fisting your hair and arching my back, fuck you feel good.”

Much better, I moan around you before taking you in even further.

“Oh fuck.”

I am now thrusting into my hand, my bed creaking underneath me, I hope he can’t hear that...

</i>You like that?</i>

“Dude...”

Ok, I’m outta breath...

“Don’t be talking with your mouth around my dick, I won’t be able to understand you...”

*giggle* OK, then, I bob even faster before reaching down and massaging your balls.

Shit, I reach down and do the same. Which is kinda hard, since I have no hands to now hold the phone.

Brendon, you still there, I can’t hear you breathing, and that was really helping me get off here...

Removing my hand, dammit, and that felt good...

“Yeah, sorry, had both my hands preoccupied for the moment.”

Oh the joys of a speakerphone!

I smirked.

“You got both hands busy too?”

Uh huh. One, cock, the other, fingering...

Shit! Fuck! Damn!

I was not sure if it were possible to get any harder, but, it just happened!

Fuck Brendon, say something...recite the fucking alphabet for all I care, I need to hear your voice.

“I, I, I can’t comprehend.”

Alphabet, Baby, alphabet.

Did he just call me baby?

Oh, that did it.

“A.....B.....C.....D....”

Fuck this alphabet thing is shit!

“E....F....G.....H, I, J, K....”

That’s it, sooo close.

My hand was moving record speed, with the help of precum to quicken the movements. My head was spinning as I continued.

“L, MNOPQRS.....T......T.....T.....T......”

I came hard in my hand, falling back onto my bed.

Fuck!

He must have finished too.

Shit!

“What...”

I barely managed to get out.

I have another call.

Oh.

Damn.

Yeah, um, so, thanks...

“No, thank you.”

Feel free to call me again, I mean, if you, uh, need help with Chemistry, I’m on call all weekend!

“Oh, I don’t think we need help with anymore chemistry, but you’ll be hearing from me!”