| The following quotes are based on the story Heart Rate Of A Mouse by Anna Green. “And then Brendon came along. Or the old Brendon, it seems. It would have been gracious of him to let me know that he decided to become a new person. Send a postcard, call me, use William as a middleman. Inform the world that he was done fooling around and wanted to settle down. Because I would have talked him out of it. I would have been there in time to stop this. He never stopped to ask for my permission. I wouldn’t have granted it.
He keeps doing this, starting a new life every three or four fucking years, disowning what came before. Life doesn’t work like that. I bet anything that he still avoids Utah like the plague, still loves David’s Changes the best, still sings in the shower... Still fucking loves riding cock.
When I met him, I realised that I hadn’t actually explored sex as much as I thought I had. Fuck, he made me feel so insatiable all the time, even more so because I couldn’t have him whenever I felt like it. But I wanted him. All day, all night. His lips and his ass and his gasps – And he was insatiable. We never got to know each other for more than a few months, but I am sure it wouldn’t have changed. Seven months down the road, we still would have been fucking as often because Brendon, well, he’s a cockslut if there ever was one. I think he had a kink for virgins too. That summer, the guys I saw him with? A few of them definitely looked like they had no idea what was happening. They were just spellbound, because there was this guy, this gorgeous fucking guy that was with the band, all sexy smiles and flirtatious eyes and a damn amazing body, and no, no, they didn’t swing that way, it was just this one guy and a night of sinful pleasure. I’m sure he managed to fuck a few sexually confused guys. Managed to fuck me too. Fucked me and then fucked me over.
And now he’s playing house with Shane. Who the hell’s he kidding?” – Vol.2 Chapter 3 
“I mostly just look at Brendon, who tries not to notice. I try not to look at him too much. He’s just beautiful. That’s all. Two locks of hair keep falling in front of his chocolate brown eyes. He’s got stubble that he undoubtedly has to shave off before work, the stubble grown more on his upper lip. He could grow a moustache if he felt like it. It’d be trendy for one thing. I’ve only kissed him clean shaven or with stubble, never with anything more. I’ve never properly kissed bearded men at all. It’d leave no room for pretending not to know that it’s not a woman. Brendon never did leave any room, anyway, despite his hips that I loved grabbing onto when we fucked. I loved all of it: his calloused fingertips, protruding hipbones, the hair on his legs and arms, his thick cock and how tight the skin of his balls was when he was really fucking hard. The scent of his sex. I wonder if he still smells the same.” "I want to ignore Brendon’s presence or perhaps just blow some smoke in his face. Instead, I say, “You’re not very good at that.”
He glares and lets go of the barrier, wavering a little as he stands on the skates. “At least I’ve got the balls to try it out.” He takes tentative steps, moving right in front of me." 
“When I close my eyes, I see the sunrise greeting us, shining through the dirty windshield of the car we should be in, and he changes radio stations, sleepy and happy and smiling, and I reach over to card my fingers through his hair, the other firmly on the steering wheel." - Vol.2.: II - Chapter 8 
“My steps are rushed, panicked. My hands are sweating, ears pounding with a rush of blood, and I don’t believe that I really saw what I saw. This party. This day. All these people. Me. Him.
And then I’m there, and he hasn’t changed shape, hasn’t transformed into someone who merely looks like him. It’s Brendon. It’s my –
He looks older. His hair is longer. He’s more stunning than any of my bleated and worn out memories of him, the ones I’ve twisted and turned in my head night after night.” - Vol 2: Chapter 1 
“Even after what he did, even after all that time… even after Shane and how badly I fell in love with him, Ryan never slipped my mind. I was stitching up the wounds. I was too. But then he showed up and pulled the stitches right off, crawled back inside, back into me. The way he makes me feel… No one else can make me feel like that. No one ever has. My pulse picks up just thinking about him.” – Brendon |
