marksykins: Panic at the Disco RPS FIC: In Like Flynn, Jon/Ryan, PG-13, 7211 words
College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.
Ryan already knew that Jon was hot. He had eyes, after all, and he only needed glasses when he drove. He also wasn't stupid. So it wasn't like when Brendon leaned in and whispered (definitely loud enough for Jon to hear), "Ryan, your roommate is so fucking hot," a series of synapses fired in Ryan's brain that ended with him getting a big, fat crush on Jon Walker. He'd already been there long before his friends came for a visit. But just because someone wanted something didn't mean he got it and Ryan knew that, too.
Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.
"Fuck," Ryan exhaled as Pete let him go and Jon walked over to where Spencer and Gabe were lining up a row of empty bottles to do God-only-knew-what. He caught Spencer giving Jon a surprised glance just before Ashlee stole Ryan's hat and pulled his attention back to them. "Hello to you, too," she said pointedly, adjusting the fedora on her head. Ryan's shoulders sagged. "Sorry," he said, and he really did mean it, "that just didn't play out the way I'd expected it to." Ashlee smiled brightly. "Love makes us do funny things!" "When did I get so obvious?" Ryan sighed. "Uh, at least since you were seventeen and posting half-naked pictures of yourself online?" Pete said, and Ryan scowled. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Ross, stop looking at me like that. It's what got me to read your poetry, isn't it?" "So you keep reminding me every two days."
Summary: College AU. Ryan's friends from Vegas come to visit and meet his hot roommate. Wacky hijinks ensue.