Spotlights and Stoplights \\ Brendon Urie & Ryan Ross \\ One-Shot

Ryan cushioned his hands between his head and the grass and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Brendon's arm barely graze his. There were many sounds flowing in and out both of their pairs of ears...car horns, human voices, ambulance sirens, bad music emerging through rolled-down tinted windows. One sound seemed to be louder than the rest though to Ryan. That was the way Brendon moved around on the small slope of grass beside him. And the way his breathing indicated some slight annoyance in their boring choice of activity. Ryan knew that Brendon wouldn't say anything though. He would never complain about something that made Ryan so happy.

Vegas was nice this time of year. Really. Even though the year was deep into autumn but the trees were not orange. Even though the season was almost faded and the temperature was not getting any colder. Despite the weather and despite everything else, Ryan truly liked November.

The sound of footsteps made their way past the two boys and although both of their eyes were closed, they knew the eyes of the footsteps were watching them. Okay, yes, it would be rather strange to walk down the sidewalk and see two boys laying in the grass next to it. Ryan could admit that, but he still didn't think the stares were necessary. He liked laying here and feeling the night grow older. Not watch, but feel.

Brendon, on the other hand, loved the eyes. He loved being watched and surveyed and questioned. He'd smile when people would come by, knowing they'd look at him. He ate up all the attention he could get while Ryan would rather sit and live and starve.

It was quieter for a moment while the cars in front of them were halted in front of the stoplight that was only a bit down to the left from where the two boys were. Brendon opened his eyes to see that the city was a little out of contrast since it had been black for so long. He waited for his eyes to adjust then turned his head to look at Ryan. He smiled and watched him. If he didn't know him as well as he did, he may have thought he was asleep. His flat chest rose and fell peacefully. Brendon only pretended he didn't know why Ryan liked doing this so much. He knew. He knew Ryan had to do something to get away from his not-so-swell home life.

Brendon turned on his side and rested his head in his hand. "We're gonna be famous, Ry. These lights...They'll all be ours."

Ryan chuckled softly to himself. "I thought these lights belonged to Steve Wynn and Lance Burton," he said, his voice cracking after its lack of use.

Brendon smiled. "Okay, maybe not that famous. But we're gonna make it...You and me."

Ryan opened his eyes slowly, seeing a darker surrounding than when they were first shut. He looked up at the barely clouded sky and felt Brendon watching him closely. As soon as the stoplight blinked green and released their street to go once again, Brendon moved his hand a little. His fingers ran over the tips of Ryan's, his eyes not leaving Ryan's face. Ryan looked at Brendon, and his pleasant breathing was no longer stable. "You're right..." Ryan almost stuttered under his breath. His fingers finally gave in and slid between Brendon's, loosely but securely. Scared but safe.

"My voice, your words," Brendon said, as if the ideas were just now flooding his brain, as if nothing so brilliant had ever before crossed his mind. Brendon's hand quickly detached from Ryan's, and Ryan instantly became afraid of what he was thinking. But Brendon just picked himself up off the grass and hovered his body over Ryan's, one leg between both of his. Brendon ran his fingers through Ryan's silk hair, watching his eyes widen in what he first thought was fear but then saw was exactly what was overcoming him as well: realization.

"Like we're one person," Ryan whispered. His head raised off the ground nervously, as if it didn't want to leave its comfort of the grass. In the grass, the only thing that could hurt him could be Brendon's chocolate brown eyes pouring into his, begging for his touch. As their lips grew nearer, the insecurity that had built up inside of Ryan subsided and was replaced with an amazing feeling of correctness. Like for once in his life, he was where he was meant to be. He kissed Brendon with a growing confidence, holding his face in his cold hands. Not where he wanted to be...or definitely not where he had to be, but where he was meant to.

Brendon wrapped his fingers around to the back of Ryan's neck, attempting to intensify the kiss. Ryan let out a small sigh from the back of his throat. He broke the kiss and whispered Brendon's name soft and anxiously. These lights were theirs tonight. Even if they were just street lights on graffitied posts, trembling in the crime-contagious, commercial shopping centers of Las Vegas.

"We're gonna be famous," Ryan whispered between placing kisses on Brendon's neck.

In time, these orange lights that looked over headlights will transform into circular bulbs of white, looking over Fremont Street. Or big, colorful stage lights illuminating Ryan's words, spilling out of Brendon's mouth, being caught by thousands of fans, who mimicked them right back.

"I'll take you to the top, baby boy," Brendon gasped as Ryan sucked on the very bottom of his ear. "Your face will be everywhere. The spotlight'll chase you around like police cars chase drunk drivers in this goddamn city."

Ryan's lips put up a struggle but forced themselves to part from Brendon's skin. He laid his head back down on the grass, slightly out of breath. His eyes lay parallel to Brendon's above him. He searched those eyes and saw every trace of honesty that had been held back...

Brendon raised a slightly shaky hand and pushed back a piece of dark hair that lay in Ryan's face. "You deserve the stars, Ryan. You deserve everything I can't give you."

It was dark now. The cars zoomed by at unacceptable speeds. Ryan's eyes wandered past Brendon, over at the street. He propped up his body on his elbows as something caught his eye. A car was coming into the turning lane at an alarming rate...Ryan's eyes widened as the car continued going, closer and closer...

Brendon turned around as well, seeing apprehension in Ryan's eyes. The car was black. Black paint, black wheels, black windows. Its speed seemed to increase as it came nearer to the poor, small car in front of it...Ryan could already hear the sounds in his head before they even played. Before they even had the chance to react to one another.

There was screaming. Oh, there was screaming. The sounds of metal against metal, rubber against road, and shrieks against cries overwhelmed the busy street. Ryan's jaw dropped. The small fire burned holes in his eyes, tearing away at his unsteady mind. He had to get away from here.

Ryan tugged on Brendon's sleeve, turning his attention back to him. He looked intently into his eyes. "You can get me outta here," Ryan said confidently. Brendon's eyes narrowed slightly, not understanding. "We'll go somewhere...somewhere better." He sat up completely, leaning his face straight into Brendon's neck, his lips inside his ear. "We'll be famous."

Brendon bit his lip and looked back at the car crash real fast, then back at Ryan. He stared in his beautiful brown eyes...which melted away his teeth's grip on his lip. Instead he grinned. He stood up and took Ryan's hand to help him up as well. They stood and stared at each other for a moment. Finally a smile broke out on Ryan's lips too, and he grabbed Brendon's hand, pulling him quickly down the sidewalk with him, in the opposite direction of both of their houses.

The orange streetlights reflected the fire between the two smashed cars. They were mirror images, just like Ryan and Brendon's fingers laced together. Their voices were loud now, their ears not listening to the loud siren of the fire truck that was coming down the street. Smiles were plastered on both of their mouths, dreams and hopes and wishes releasing from under their tongues. The streetlights that lined this main road of the city were invisible, along with the headlights, and disapproving faces that would notice the two boys. They were getting farther and farther from that intersection, that stoplight that did more than just crash cars. It crashed two desperate souls seeking more than just long evenings in November. Ryan wanted so badly to believe that he would miss that intersection, but he was being taken somewhere much brighter.

"We'll have it all," Brendon said as he squeezed Ryan's hand. He grinned at him. "You just wait."

Ryan wanted to drown in whatever brighter place they were taking each other to. He wanted to stare up at the spotlight until he fell and fainted from the violent, white luminosity. He knew there'd be someone there to catch him though, and that person had been there all along. He had brown eyes like chocolate, and in a way, those eyes were the only spotlights he needed.
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