#rytrick

The rain pounded hard against the window, sharp and prominent in the quiet of the room.

It was just supposed to be a movie. That was all Patrick Stump had suggested. One rewatch of Ghostbusters for old times sake, and then Ryan Ross would leave. Their breakup had ended on good terms, after all, and Patrick often found himself missing the other man more than he’d like to admit.

As their bands divided, the two began to inevitably drift apart, each chasing their own ideas in directions that seemed to always be going in the opposite direction. Eventually, it was doing more harm than good for them to stay together, so they decided to cut it off. Clean and respectful, nothing like so many of the other messy breakups Patrick had witnessed throughout his musical career.

But now? The roads were messes, you could barely see two feet in front of you. It wasn’t safe for Ryan to try to go home while the weather was in such a state.

He’d have to stay.

As the credits to the movie rolled, Patrick felt himself tense slightly. He hated feeling this way around the guitarist, when everything used to be so smooth and easy. His heart hurt for those times, and for a moment he selfishly wondered if Ryan would consider giving them another chance. Maybe. Maybe.

“So…” Patrick started, eyes darting between Ryan and the dark screen of the television, unsure of what to say. “Do you want to watch another, or…?”

“Yeah, might as well,” Ryan replied, seeming just as nervous as the singer. His voice was tight, which Patrick immediately assumed was with annoyance until he saw the man wringing his hands in his lap and realized it must have been with nerves.

He hated that Ryan felt nervous around him. It wasn’t fair. He wished they’d never grown apart.

Patrick nodded and stood, planning on going to retrieve the second Ghostbusters movie from his shelf of DVDs, when the light flickered out and the hum of television jolted to silence.

“Fuck,” Patrick muttered under his breath. They’d lost power. "Guess the second movie's out of the question."

"Yeah," the guitarist agreed again, sitting on the edge of the couch, muscles tensed like he was debating whether to stand up or not. "Want to see if you have any flashlights?"

Patrick nodded and Ryan stood. He made his way up the stairs, wincing when they creaked underneath the two men's weight.

"So… how are things going?" Ryan asked carefully, seeming to feel the same need to fill the silence that Patrick did.

"Oh, you know," Patrick replied, not really answering. Telling Ryan that he missed him and wanted him back with all his heart didn't seem like an appropriate conversation topic. "How are the Young Veins going?"

Patrick could see the while outline of Ryan's teeth as he smiled warmly, his awkwardness beginning to melt away. "They're great, man. They're all good people, it's nice."

The singer mimicked the smile. He was glad Ryan had something good like that. He deserved to be happy.

The reached the top of the stairs, and Patrick pressed his and to the wall to guide his way. He hated how dark the hallway got when it was dark, he couldn't see anything.

The house erupted with noise as thunder exploded above it, and Patrick jolted forwards. "Shit…" he hissed through his teeth.

He felt Ryan press a hand to his shoulder, and he instinctively leaned into the touch. Without thinking, he raised his hand and placed it over Ryan's holding his fingers in place against Patrick's shirt.

"'Trick…" Ryan whispered, sounding slightly flustered. Patrick didn't remove his hand, instead turning slightly so he was facing the guitarist.

Ryan leaned in, close enough that the singer could finally distinguish his features in the suffocating darkness. His lips were parted slightly, eyes wide, but he didn't look angry. He looked surprised, but not annoyed at the two men's sudden closeness.

God, Patrick couldn't do this anymore.

He leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to Ryan's soft lips. For a moment, he felt the guitarist freeze before he melted into Patrick's touch, his lips beginning to move with the singer's.

Then his brain seemed to catch up with his body and he pulled back, breath quickening. "'Trick, you know we can't. We broke up for a reason, you know that."

"I don't care." Patrick's voice was gravelly, and even he could hear the longing in his tone. "I missed you so much. I can't…"

Ryan cut him off before he could continue. "Fuck, Patrick, I miss you so much, too. But we can't just do this, we can't."

"Why not? We split up because we were drifting apart. We don't have to drift apart anymore. We can be together even if our bands aren't."

"I know, and you know I want to. I just…"

Patrick leaned forward, turning the man around and so he was pushed against the wall and pressing another kiss to his lips. Ryan responded faster this time, his hand moving from Patrick's shoulder into his hair as he pulled the singer up against him. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, an old, familiar feeling that Patrick had yearned for ever since they separated.

Patrick was the one to pull back this time, instead leaning forwards and whispering into Ryan's ear. "Ry, you know I love you."

The guitarist's eyes found those of the singers, and in a hushed tone, barely audible above the pounding rain, he replied. "I love you too. Can we try again?"

"noo, andy and pete are in there, why?" he smirks for a second before regularly smiling again.

ryan lets out a slight shudder and shakes his head, breathing in the touch on his back, and now his side. patrick runs his hand up and down ryan's side. ryan's looking down and breathing a little heavy, he can feel himself throb in his pants.

this shouldnt get him so hard, but it does, he gasps softly when patrick puts his hand somewhat down ryan's pants, but takes it back up to draw circles on ryan's stomach.

andy and pete walk past them, pete flips patrick off with a smile and andy waves.

ryan yanks on patrick's arm and practically runs to fall out boy's trailer. he's excited for patrick's hands to go where ryan wants them most.