Okay but you’d fully be taken aback when Brendon insinuated using you to “let off aggressions”. And you’d stare at the boys a little in disbelief before hardening your expression on Brendon, saying “I’m your photographer, Brendon. Respect me as such.” and he’d roll his eyes and go to open his mouth to say something, but Ryan would jump in and cut him off mid thought saying “you’re hardly a photographer. Lets be honest. The most you’ve captured in these last two weeks is Spencer throwing up over the balcony because he can’t handle his whiskey, and Brendon standing naked in the living room complaining about the heater being broken and it being too hot in here.” your cheeks blushed at the memory and you shook your head. And Spencer would speak up from his spot farthest away from you. “I think what they’re trying to say is, that you’re here and you’re available, and we’re all friends. If you would want to sleep with someone while we’re here, it wouldn’t be a problem. And since you yourself just said we need to get laid, you basically asked us all to think about fucking you.” and he’d shrug his shoulders in a really nonchalant way and sink a little deeper into the cushion of the couch. And your cheeks would be burning at this point because this conversation took a weird turn that you weren’t expecting. And brendon would have this really attractive and suggestive smirk on his lips and he’d take a second in the silence before saying “not like you don’t dream about being our whore anyway.” and you’d gasp at this because “brendon! Don’t fucking say that to me.” and he’d roll his eyes mumbling an “it’s not like im wrong” under his breath, and Ryan would huff a little beside him in exasperation with his bandmate and say “while Brendon doesn’t have much tact, he is saying what we all think. We’ve all collectively noticed how you look at us. It’s not like you hide the figurative drool when one of us comes out of our rooms in our underwear, or how you have to force yourself to look away when we sit in positions like this-” and he’d sink lower on the couch so he was slouched mostly with his legs spread wide and his hands on his upper thighs and - okay you had to admit you particularly liked that pose - especially because it made you think about sitting on his lap but “no! I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
