"I don't think I can handle it," choked Ryan. "I've just gotten used to milk, there's no way I can do this."
"Come on, baby, we've done this before. It's no big deal."
Tears falling to the ground, Ryan nodded. A squeak was heard, but not much else as Brendon took the mixer.
"Slowly and carefully, slowly and carefully." It seemed like Brendon was a pro at this.
The mixer gradually came towards Ryan's dry ass and went in, the wires breaking halfway through. He screamed though Brendon was calm through watching the whole thing.
It was all the way in when Brendon grabbed the end and started turning it. "Ow," Ryan complained. "Take a break."

Oh, you're still reading this? In that cause, what's up its 3:23am, I have somewhere to go tomorrow afternoon and I'm writing fanfiction about Ryan and his ass! Making good life choices here, people. Anyway, this disgustingly fantastic story is still going and my crappy writing skills are starting to show but votes and comments are appreciated!
Q: Pre-split or post-split panic?
A: They're so hard to compare, but pre-split if I had to choose.