Dream a Little Dream - part two

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Title: Dream A Little Dream
Author: kikistar
Word Count: Just about 22,000
Rating: R - NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, a surprise couple at the very end
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross are best friends, bandmates and well straight. Or are they??
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, don’t want to get sued. If this was true and had really happened it would have been on YouTube or Buzznet by now. Ha ha ha
It’s a total work of FICTION and should be taken as such.
Author Notes: This took me a really long time to finish and I hope you all like it. I don’t think it would have never gotten posted if it wasn’t for the help of one person. Thanks arctic_grey I am so grateful to you for all your help. Thank you for all your adding and deleting and everything else. YOU ROCK!! Also a big THANK YOU to my beta spazzyskittles who really helped me out too. More notes under the cut.

Thanks guys ^_^


“Thank God it’s hotel night,” Brendon let out in a soft sigh. “I just can’t wait to take a long hot shower and then sleep in a bed. A real fucking bed.” He looked over at Ryan then looked down at his feet.

“Here’s your key, Spence,” Zack said, passing him a key card.

“Come on, Jonny boy,” Spencer said, grabbing Jon’s hand and pulling him down the hallway to the elevators.

“Hey wait!” Ryan shouted after them. “Jon’s supposed to share with Brendon tonight.”

“Can’t hear you, Ross,” Spencer smiled at his friend before climbing into the elevator. He chuckled as the doors closed then looked at Jon. “Now, if the two of them don’t fuck tonight, I’m gonna kick both their asses in the morning.”

“I’ll help,” Jon grinned at him.

Back in the lobby Brendon looked at Ryan. “If you don’t want to room with me, I can share a room with Zack.”

“Um, no you can’t,” Zack corrected him and looked at the two of them. “Here’s your key. Now get out of my sight.” He gave Ryan a shove then headed off to find his own room.

“Come on, Brendon,” Ryan softly smiled at him.

“Can I shower first?” Brendon asked in a small voice when they got to their room.

“Don’t you always?” Ryan looked over at him.

“If you want to go first you can.” Brendon can’t even look at his friend. What the hell is wrong with him?

“Just go and shower,” Ryan smiles at the younger boy. “You stink,” he added and made a face before laughing.

The hot water beat down on Brendon’s body, making him sigh. He needed to stop thinking about Ryan. It had been almost two weeks since he’d had that “dream” of Ryan giving him a blowjob in the back of the bus. And Ryan hadn’t done anything to make Brendon think that it was anything more than a dream. Brendon started to remember the feel of Ryan’s mouth around his cock and his hand started to wander. Lower and lower down his body it went until it was wrapped around his cock. “Ryan,” he gasped out is a low whisper. His hand slowly started to work up a nice pace.

Ryan knew it was stupid what he was doing, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He just hoped that Brendon was taking one of his marathon showers. He hadn’t meant to do it, but as soon as he laid back on the bed thoughts of Brendon flooded his mind. The way his lips felt against his. Ryan reached up to run his fingers over his lips. Or the way his hands felt over his body. Ryan’s hand started to run a path down his body. And especially how Brendon’s hands, lips…hell his whole fucking mouth felt wrapped around Ryan’s cock. That’s when Ryan’s hand found it’s way into his pants. After a few minutes of stroking his cock Ryan couldn’t control himself. He wanted Brendon and he wanted him now.

“Oh god,” Brendon moaned out, his head resting against the tile wall of the shower. “Ryan,” he said again as his hand jerked back and forth over his throbbing cock.

“Bren,” Ryan gasped as his hand mimicked Brendon’s.

“Ryan!” Brendon moaned a bit louder.

“Brendon!” Ryan practically screamed out.

Both boys came at the same time.

Brendon cleaned himself off in the shower before getting out. His breathing was slowly coming down and his legs were a bit shaky as he walked out of the bathroom.

“It’s all yours,” he said and looked over at Ryan, who was sitting on the bed in nothing but his boxers and a towel in his lap.

“Thanks.”

Ryan hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Twenty minutes, later when Ryan came out of the bathroom, Brendon was in his own bed sound asleep. Ryan looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile.

In the middle of the night, Ryan felt the mattress dip. He knew who it was and, by God, he wasn’t going to protest in any way, shape or form.

Brendon leaned down and kissed Ryan softly on the lips. “I love you,” he said with a sigh.

Ryan looked up at him and knew that Brendon was fast asleep, but he didn’t care. He had wanted this for so long now that he would take it any way he could get it.

“I love you too, Brendon.” He reached up to kiss Brendon on the lips.

“I want you,” Brendon got out between kisses.

“I want you too,” Ryan replied.

Brendon tugged at Ryan’s shirt until he pulled it over his head. As soon as it was off, he did the same with his own shirt. When skin met skin, Ryan moaned deep in his throat.

“I love you so much,” Brendon said again before sucking on Ryan’s neck. “I want to make love to you.”

“I know you do,” Ryan moaned out as Brendon continued to attack his neck with his lips.

“Can I?” Brendon stopped to look down at the boy beneath him.

Ryan looked deep into Brendon’s eyes and thought for a moment. Was he awake? But then Brendon got that dreamy look, and Ryan knew he was fast asleep. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted to feel Brendon inside of him. He wanted this so fucking bad, and if the only way he could have Brendon was when he was dead to the world, asleep, then so be it.

“Yes…god, yes.”

Ryan wrapped his legs around Brendon’s waist, pulling the boy flush with his body. Their bodies rocked back and forth, making both boys harder then they thought they could ever possibly get. Ryan sucked on Brendon’s neck, leaving marks he knew Brendon would wonder about in the morning. Brendon’s right hand snaked between their bodies, dipping under the fabric of Ryan’s boxers. Calloused fingers wrapped around Ryan’s cock, making him buck his hips upward. Memories of that hand came flooding back to him. He sighed, half-moaned at the memory.

“Do you like that?” Brendon asked as he teased Ryan’s cock with his hand.

“Yeah,” Ryan whimpered as Brendon ran his thumb over the slit, rubbing pre-come over the head of Ryan’s cock. Ryan licked his lips, thrashing his head back and forth on the pillow.

“What else do you like?”

Brendon brought his hand up to his mouth to lick his fingers.

“Oh god,” Ryan groaned involuntarily. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Do you want me inside of you?” Brendon asked and ran his finger over on of Ryan’s nipples, making them hard.

“Please.” Ryan was squirming underneath him. Brendon got off the bed for a second and Ryan almost lost his mind. “Where are you going?” he asked with a panic in his voice.

Brendon held up the bottle of lube and a condom then walked back over to the bed.

“Brendon?” Ryan again got the feeling that Brendon was awake.

“I love you so fucking much,” Brendon said. He climbed back on the bed, kissing Ryan on the lips, that dreamy look still in his eyes. Ryan knew he was still fast asleep.

Brendon popped the top off the lube and coated two fingers up. He looked down at Ryan who was spread out on the bed below him.

“Are you ready?”

Oh God, was he ready? Was Ryan really ready to do this? He closed his eyes and nodded. Brendon slipped one finger inside.

Well that didn’t feel half bad, Ryan thought as Brendon started to move it in and out. Then Brendon added a second finger, and again it didn’t feel half bad. It was a different feeling, but not all unpleasant.

“You ready for more?” Brendon asked and kissed Ryan on the forehead. Ryan merely nodded, out of breath as Brendon’s two fingers worked him open. When Brendon added a third finger, that’s when it started to hurt.

“Oh god,” Ryan breathed and tensed up.

“It’s ok.” Brendon started to caress his sides. “It will get better.”

He began to move all three fingers in and out of Ryan. Ryan waited but it wasn’t getting any better, it just burned. But then Brendon’s fingers hit something inside him and Ryan was clawing at the sheets.

“Jesus Christ!” Ryan screamed out.

“See, I told you it would get better,” Brendon whispered and nuzzled Ryan’s neck. “Are you ready for me now?”

“Please…Bren, god yes.”

Brendon got up onto his knees. He took the condom out of the wrapper and slid it down his cock. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath and then poured some of the lube over himself. He positioned himself between Ryan’s legs and started to push in. Ryan’s eyes clamped shut. The pain was overwhelming. He just couldn’t believe he was doing this. He was letting Brendon Urie stick his cock up his ass, and by God, he was loving every fucking second of it.

Brendon just moaned and hummed as he moved inch by inch deeper into Ryan. When he was all the way in, he opened his eyes to look at Ryan.

“Ryan?” he asked, a bit of shock in his voice. What the hell was going on? His mind started to race. Was he dreaming? Was this really happening? What the fuck was going on?

“Bren, move,” Ryan demanded. He slowly opened his eyes and that’s when he realized why Brendon wasn’t moving. “Brendon?”

“Um, Ryan…what’s going on?” Brendon hadn’t pulled out of Ryan. He wasn’t moving at all.

“Oh God, you wake up now?” Ryan rolled his eyes.

“What?” Brendon looked down at him, shock, worry and realization all dancing on his face.

“Please, just move or something,” Ryan cried out bucking his hips upward into Brendon. Brendon went to pull out, and Ryan wrapped his legs tighter around Brendon’s waist. “Don’t do that,” Ryan pleaded desperately. Brendon was awake, and Ryan needed for Brendon to take him. “Please.”

“But…Ryan…we can’t,” he mumbled and was about to freak out. He had woken up, inside of Ryan willingly spread out beneath him, and holy fuck, the dreams had never been just dreams. They had all happened, and now Ryan was hot and tight around him, making his head swim.

Ryan thrust his hips upwards, making Brendon’s cock slide in further. They both gasped at the feel of it, and Ryan pulled Brendon closer, kissing him wildly. Brendon was too shocked to kiss him back.

Ryan groaned impatiently. “Brendon, you have to fucking move, it hurts, so -”

Brendon shook his head in bewilderment, untangling himself from Ryan in a hurry. It was not supposed to be like this, it wasn’t meant to happen like this. Brendon wanted it, but all this time Brendon thought he had been going insane, and Ryan had let him think that. How the hell had Ryan not told him about this? Ryan had just…just used him, his sleepwalking and stupid confessions of love were just a joke, and he had never realized that it had all happened.

Brendon freaked out and pulled out of Ryan quickly, making Ryan hiss with a pained expression. He jumped off the bed, staggering backwards as he pulled the condom off.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked, a painful ache in his chest as Brendon retreated.

“This is too fucked up,” Brendon muttered in horror, locating his boxers on the floor and pulling them on.

“Brendon -”

“Don’t!” he snapped, knowing he was going to break down any second now. “Don’t!” he repeated desperately, grabbing some clothes from the floor before he stormed out, leaving Ryan naked on the bed.

~~~~~~~

Spencer felt his phone vibrate just before Ryan’s ring tone went off. He looked over at Jon and grinned.

“Yes?” Spencer said with a smile still on his face.

“Can… can you come down here?” Ryan’s voice was soft and sad.

“What happened?” Spencer sat up in bed. Worry and concern lined his face.

“I think I really fucked up this time, Spence,” was all Ryan said before hanging up.

Spencer closed his phone and grabbed his jeans, pulling them back on.

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked, also sitting up looking at Spencer confused.

“I don’t think our little plan worked.” Spencer grabbed one of the keycards off the table by the door. “I’ll tell you want happened as soon I come back.”

Just as Spencer reached the door Jon’s cell phone began to ring.

“It’s Brendon,” Jon said looking over at Spencer.

“Crap.” Spencer said before heading out into the hall and down to his best friends room.
Ryan let him inside and fell against Spencer as soon as the door shut. He let out a slow shaky breath.

“What happened?” Spencer looked around the room. He noticed that one of the beds was still made while the other was a complete mess. He led Ryan over to the made bed and sat him down. “Now start at the beginning. You two came back here and what happened?”

Ryan took in a deep breath and began his tale.

“So you woke up having sex with Ryan?” Jon asked as him and Brendon sat in the lounge in the back of the bus. Jon had found Brendon there after his phone call a few minutes earlier.

“Um… yeah.” Brendon wiped a tear away from his eye.

“Was he that bad?” Jon joked, trying to lighten Brendon up. Brendon laughed feebly, trying to smile. “I thought this is what you wanted. I thought you wanted to sleep with Ryan.” Jon was beyond confused. Shouldn’t sleeping with Ryan Ross, all in all, be a good thing.

“I did.” Brendon took in a breath. “I do. But, I mean I didn’t think I would wake up… well, doing it.” He buried his head in his hands. “God, this is all so fucked up. All this time Ryan has just been using me.”

“What?” Jon screamed out. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” Brendon looked up at Jon, shocked.

“You think Ryan was using you?” Jon slowly shook his head. “Brendon, if everything you told me is true, it’s been you taking advantage of Ryan. You started this whole thing. You,” he said and poked Brendon in the chest. “If anyone should be mad and feel as if they’ve been used, it’s Ryan, not you.”

“But he knew I was asleep… well, sleep molesting him, and he let me do it,” Brendon pointed out with a bitter tone. “Oh God!” Brendon burst out. “Last week on the bus… he really did give me a blowjob.”

“Well, duh.” Jon started to laugh. “Sometimes, Brendon you are just too damn slow,” Jon smirked and patted him on the knee. “Didn’t you notice at the show that night how difficult it was for Ryan to sing and how badly he sounded?”

“Um… well, I guess so.”

“His jaw fucking hurt from going down on you. From what I heard he gave you one hell of a blowjob,” Jon smirked and winked.

Brendon couldn’t help but smile. From what he could remember of that night the blowjob had been amazing. Beyond amazing. It had been mind-blowing. The best blowjob he’d ever had.

“I am the biggest idiot in the entire world.” Brendon slapped himself on the forehead. “But still,” he said and looked over at Jon. “Why didn’t Ryan just talk to me about this? Why did he keep playing along?”

“So he flipped out and took off?” Spencer asked, rubbing small circles on Ryan’s lower back.

“Um… yeah.” Ryan sighed. “I don’t even know where he is.” He buried his head in his hands. “If you could have seen the look on his face when he realized what was going on. Oh god, what have I done? I love him, Spence.” Ryan said, wiping the tears from his eye. “I love him.”

“We all do, Ry.” Spencer smiled at his friend.

“No, I mean I really, really love him.” Ryan looked deep into Spencer’s eyes. “I… I broke up with Keltie.”

“What?” Spencer’s eyes just about popped out of his head. “When?”

“The other day.” Ryan cleared his throat. “I feel like an asshole for it, and she hates me, and… but I wasn’t in love with her anymore. It wasn’t fair for her… or any one of us. I haven’t loved her for a while”

“Since this thing started with Brendon?”

“No, it’s been a long time now. I think I just stayed with her so I could have someone. You know I don’t like being alone,” Ryan admitted and rested his head on Spencer’s shoulder. “But now I think I’ve ruined any chance I had with Brendon. God, my life sucks.”

“So do you think I have a chance with him?” Brendon looked at Jon with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t know. Spencer went down to his room before you called. Ryan didn’t seem too happy.” Jon placed his hand on Brendon’s shoulder. “Maybe the two of you really need to…”

“…sit down and talk about this.” Spencer said, squeezing Ryan’s hand tightly. “While both of you are awake…and upright.” He winked then gave Ryan a small smile. Suddenly, his phone rang. “It’s Jon.” He opened the phone bringing it to his ear. “Yeah… Um, yeah sure… Is he okay? …Yeah, he’s fine, well, as fine as he can be… okay, we’ll see you in the morning.” He flipped the phone shut and turned to look at Ryan. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. We have to be up rather early to hit the road.”

“What did Jon say?” Ryan asked as he got under the covers, cuddling up close to Spencer’s side.

“Brendon’s gonna stay in our room.” Spencer began to rub Ryan’s back. “We’ll see them in the morning.”

“Is Brendon okay?” Ryan asked softly.

“Get some sleep, Ryan. We can talk more about this in the morning.” Spencer kissed the top of Ryan’s head, and soon they were both fast asleep.

“What did Spencer say?” Brendon asked as him and Jon got under the covers of one the beds.

“He said they’d see us in the morning.” Jon held his arms open, and Brendon curled up in them. “Now get to sleep. We have to be on the road pretty early, and we don’t want Zack mad at us if we’re late,” Jon chuckled and rested his head on top of Brendon’s.

“Is Ryan okay?” Brendon asked softly.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning, Bren. Now get some sleep.”

Jon kissed the top of his friend’s head, and soon they were both fast asleep.

~~~~~~~

Two days later, they were doing the first of two shows in Chicago. Once the bus pulled up to the venue, Ryan raced out the door and started down the street to the drugstore he’d seen them pass. Zack was quick on his heels, yelling at him to slow the fuck down.

Brendon looked out the window as Ryan walked by. In his mind it had been the longest two days of his life. The morning after the “incident” both boys had ignored each other. In fact they couldn’t even look at one another. Jon and Spencer simply stood back and shook their heads.

“Talk to him,” Jon said, taking a seat next to Brendon.

“I can’t.” Brendon let out a sigh, resting his head against the window. “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

Jon knew for a fact that Ryan loved Brendon. Spencer had told him so. Just like Jon had told Spencer that Brendon loved Ryan. What Jon, and Spencer too, probably, couldn’t figure out was why Brendon and Ryan couldn’t just tell each other that. Jon also knew for a fact that this was driving Spencer crazy.

Fifteen minutes later, Ryan and Zack came walking back on the bus. Ryan had a bag with him. He looked quickly at Brendon then hurried to deposit it into his bunk.

“What’d you buy, Ross?” Jon asked as he rubbed Spencer’s back. Something he seemed to be doing a lot more of as late and he didn’t quite know why. But hell if he was gonna stop. Besides, Spencer seemed to like it.

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out,” Ryan smirked. “Come on, Brendon.” He looked over at the younger boy. “We have that interview at Q101.”

When Ryan and Brendon were forced to spend time together, Ryan talked to him softly in a pacifying tone. Brendon never looked him in the eye, instead he was jumpy around the guitarist. Most of the time, they focused their attention on Zack, who was getting sick of being used as a distraction. Brendon quietly followed Ryan and Zack out of the bus, and Spencer watched as the car they had piled into pulled away. Spencer waited around casually, scratching his neck and humming slightly. Jon watched him, amused. Spencer lasted for almost an hour before jumping up and making his way over to Ryan’s bunk.

“You know he’s gonna kick your ass for snooping in that bag,” Jon said with a slight smile as he watched Spencer move down the hallway to said bunk.

“Well, he should have hid it better if he didn’t want me to snoop,” Spencer shot back with an evil smirk.

“So what’s in it?” Jon asked as he moved towards the drummer.

Spencer dumped the contents out on the bed, took one look at them and laughed a disbelieving, “Holy fucking shit!”

“No fucking way!” Jon added as he started to laugh too.

Lying on the top of Ryan’s navy blue blanket were two packs of different kinds of condoms. One box was ribbed and the other was lubricated with tingling lube. Both, however, were Trojan Magnums as Spencer was quick to point this out.

“Well, he’s not that big. I’ve seen bigger,” Jon smirked.

“Me too,” Spencer admitted with a bit of a blush.

“So… um… do you think Ryan’s gonna ‘talk’ to Brendon tonight?” Jon asked, reading the back of one of the lube bottles casually.

“God, I really hope so,” Spencer sighed and looked at the bottle Jon was still examining. “Wow, strawberry flavored.” He made a face then couldn’t help but giggle. “Wonder what that tastes like.”

“Want to find out?” Jon pushed against him, his voice right by Spencer’s ear.

“I… um…” Spencer’s mind started to spin. Jon Walker was pressing his jean clad cock against his ass. Spencer slowly started to close his eyes, a slight moan escaping his lips as Jon pushed forward again.

“We’re back!” Zack announced as the door to the bus flew open.

Spencer started shoving the condoms and lube back in the bag, tucking it under Ryan’s pillow again. He and Jon just made it back to the front of the bus when Ryan walked in, followed by a frowning Brendon.

“How’d the interview go?” Jon asked, looking at Brendon in concern. The small, wary smile Brendon had had when leaving had been replaced with a dark expression.

“Fine,” was all Brendon said before going down to his bunk, climbing in and burying his head under the covers.

“What’s wrong with him?” Spencer asked, looking at Ryan.

“I have no idea.” Ryan walked down to his bunk and checked the bag before he headed to the back to check his emails before sound check.

After sound check Jon went to talk to a rather upset Brendon while Spencer went to interrogate one Ryan Ross. They were both getting more than sick of the constant, idiotic drama that was Ryan and Brendon.

“So what’s wrong, Bren?” Jon asked in a soothing tone as he sat next to his pouty lead singer.

“Ryan doesn’t love me,” Brendon announced, his tone genuinely heartbroken as his bottom lip started to quiver.

“What?” Jon looked at him, completely shocked. “Did he say he doesn’t love you?”

“He’s in love with Keltie. He told the interviewer that today,” Brendon sniffled, more than determined not to cry over it. Just because Ryan wanted Brendon to fuck him did not mean Ryan loved him. Brendon had been an idiot for hoping otherwise.

“Okay, Bren, now tell me what happened, word for word.”

“We went to the radio station,” Brendon started. “You know, they asked the same old questions. Why’d you scrap the first album you wrote up at the cabin? What made you decide to get rid of the exclamation point? Blah, blah, blah, blah.” Brendon wiped his eyes.

“Okay.” Jon started to rub Brendon’s back. “So when did Ryan say that he was in love with Keltie?”

“Well, they took a few phone calls from fans, and well, one fan asked if either of us had someone special in our lives. Like someone we loved.” Brendon cleared his throat. “I said I was single and that no one loved me,” he chuckled softly. They all knew he tried to cover up his loneliness with the odd forced joke. “But Ryan…”

“That’s when Ryan said he loved Keltie?” Jon just couldn’t believe that Ryan would have said that. Spencer had told him that Ryan broke up with Keltie a few days ago, so why on earth would Ryan go on the radio to say that he was in love with her? The little light went on over Jon’s head. “Did Ryan actually say Keltie’s name?” he asked carefully.

“He told this fan that he was madly in love,” Brendon spat bitterly. “That he had been in love with this person for years and couldn’t see not being with them. That they completed him. That he was the moon and they were the sun. He just sat there smiling the whole time he said it.”

“But did he say her name… like, at all?”

At this point, Jon was trying so hard not to laugh. Trust Ryan to confess his love right goddamn there in such a cryptic way that only Brendon Urie could miss it.

“Well, no. But who else would he have been talking about?” Brendon sighed and buried his head in his hands.

“If I didn’t like you so much I would kick your ass, Brendon Urie.” Jon smacked Brendon on the back of the head.

“Ow! What’d you do that for?” Brendon rubbed to spot on the back of his head, looking at Jon. “That fucking hurt, asshole.”

“Well, maybe it will knock some sense into you,” Jon smirked and paused for a moment. “He’s in love with you, you big dope. He was telling that fan, hell, the whole world that he’s in love with you.”

“Huh?” Brendon cocked an eyebrow. Jon could see the little light go on ever so slowly above Brendon’s head. “Oh,” Brendon said finally. His cheeks started to go from peach to pink to bright red. “Wait! He loves me?” he asked, suddenly flustered.

“Yeah, stupid. He loves you.” Jon grinned from ear to ear, seeing joy flash in Brendon’s eyes.

“There you two are,” Zack said, walking towards the two boys. “Meet and greet in five minutes. Let’s go.”

For the rest of the night, Brendon kept trying to talk to Ryan, but someone or something got in the way every time. It was driving him crazy. So all he could do was stare at Ryan. And watch Ryan. And smile at Ryan. And love Ryan.

He’s in love with me, Brendon kept repeating over and over in his head.

That night’s show was a blast. Spencer was in a good mood. Jon was in a good mood. Eric was in a good mood. Ryan was in a super great mood. And Brendon, well, Brendon was in heaven.

“Chicago!” Jon. yelled out as the crowd screamed back. “How ya’ll feeling tonight?” Another scream. “So I was thinkin’ that after the show we could all go to my house for a swim. You guys wanna come?” The crowd went crazy.

“Maybe we could go skinny dipping?” Brendon said with a cocky grin before looking over at Ryan. Ryan simply smiled and nodded.

“I don’t want to see you naked, Urie,” Spencer said with a laugh from behind his drums.

“But you’d like to see me naked. Right, Spence?” Jon asked with a grin.

Spencer turned a bright shade of red before launching into the next song.

~~~~~~~

“So the room assignments are as follows.” Zack stood in the center of the lobby with a bunch of keycards in his hand. Ryan reached over and yanked a card out of the bunch, grabbed Brendon and hollered, “We’ll take this one!” over his shoulder, heading towards the elevator.

“Um… okay,” Zack concluded and awkwardly cleared his throat.

“And we’ll take this one!” Spencer said, looking at Jon before grabbing a card and running after Ryan and Brendon.

“Um… Ryan, what are you doing?” Brendon asked as the doors to the elevator slid shut.

Ryan simply stood there watching the numbers light up in the panel on the wall. When the light for floor five lit up and the doors opened, he grabbed a hold of Brendon’s hand again and headed down to their room.

“Ryan?” Brendon asked again, slightly concerned.

Ryan slid the card into the slot on the door a few times before it turned green, popping the door open. He pulled Brendon in behind him and, as soon as the door shut, he had him pinned to it.

“Do you love me?” Ryan asked, looking the younger man directly in the eyes. His breath caught in the back of his throat, afraid of what Brendon might say. He had told Brendon already at the radio station, maybe a bit indirectly because Brendon hadn’t reacted at all. Ryan was done with subtle plans.

“What?” Brendon looked back, totally confused.

“Do you love me?” Ryan asked again, moving so that his body was flush with Brendon’s. Ryan took in a deep breath. God, Brendon smelled so good. Ryan’s eyes closed for two point two seconds as he savored the scent of Brendon Boyd Urie.

“Um…” Brendon bit his lower lip. He wasn’t sure which answer Ryan wanted. God, what if he if said the wrong one? His mind started to race.

Ryan decided he couldn’t wait a second longer for Brendon’s answer. “I love you, Brendon.” Ryan blurted out. “God help me, but I love you so fucking much. I’m in love with you. Do you understand what I’m telling you?” He asked with desperation and paused for a mere second. “I’m so fucking in love with you that I can’t take this anymore.” He took a deep breath. “Do. You. Love. Me?”

“Yes,” Brendon said with a huge smile plastered on his face. “Yes, Ryan. I. Love. You.”

“Thank god,” Ryan sighed, leaning in and kissing Brendon fully on the lips. His heart beat fast with overflowing happiness, but he forced himself to focus. “Now about the last two months,” Ryan said with a serious tone. “Don’t you think you have some explaining to do?”

“Well… I… I was sleeping,” Brendon chuckled, relieved that they loved each other. They loved each other, and they both knew it. He was a bit in shock, but still managed to answer. “I didn’t mean to. I mean, I did… but I didn’t. You know what I mean, right?”

“Well, you’re not sleeping now,” Ryan smirked, eyeing Brendon hungrily.

“Ryan Ross!” Brendon batted his eyelashes. “What ever do you mean?”

“Well, we’ve kissed,” Ryan said innocently and leaned in and kissed Brendon again, letting his tongue trace a wet path across Brendon’s lower lip. “You’ve given me a handjob.” He caressed the front of Brendon’s skin tight jeans, getting a soft moan out of him. “And you’ve given me a blowjob.” He grabbed Brendon’s cock, giving it a slight tug. “I’ve given you a blowjob,” he added and giggled, yes, Ryan Ross actually giggled as he thought of it and his stiff jaw that had bothered him for an entire day after the act. “And well, we almost had sex.”

“Until I freaked out and ran away,” Brendon sighed apologetically. He buried his head in Ryan’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Well, I hope you don’t run away this time.” Ryan rested his finger under Brendon’s chin, turning his face to look at him.

“Are you saying what I think you saying?” Brendon whispered, taking in a breath as his body tingled with nervousness and excitement.

“I want you, Brendon Boyd Urie,” Ryan said and ran his hand over the front of Brendon’s pants one more time. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Brendon didn’t say a word. He just attacked. Lips on lips, tongues battling it out in each other’s mouths, hands ripping at clothes. Brendon’s shirt flew across the room, landing on top of the TV. Ryan’s t-shirt soon followed, landing near the bed. Their nails were clawing at buttons and zippers. Ryan pulled at Brendon’s jeans, inching them down the boy’s wide hips. Brendon couldn’t help but grin and laugh a little. Brendon’s hand started tugging at Ryan’s jeans in return. Both boys shimmied out of their jeans, leaving them in a pile just inside the door. Ryan pulled Brendon back to him and licked at Brendon’s Adam’s apple. Brendon did the same to Ryan. Soon moans were escaping into the room, the air of which was getting hotter and hotter as seconds flew by. Brendon started backing Ryan up towards the bed until the older boy’s legs hit the mattress. Ryan fell back onto it, pulling Brendon down with him.

Brendon attacked Ryan’s mouth again, but Ryan pulled back with, “Wait!”

“What?” Brendon looked down at him, trying to catch his breath.

“I want this to be something we both remember. Maybe we should slow down a bit,” Ryan suggested as he rested his hand on Brendon’s chest. “We have all night. I want to make this last.”

“Anything for you, Ryan,” Brendon said softly and leaned down, kissing Ryan on the lips. They had hours to familiarize and explore.

Both boys caught their breath. Brendon rolled off Ryan and stared up at the ceiling. With nothing to distract him, he started to feel nervous. When he was dream-molesting Ryan he had all the confidence in the world. But right now, with Ryan lying next to him in nothing but a pair of boxers, he was beyond nerves. His mind started to race like it always did in these types of situations. What if Ryan was only in love with ‘dream’ Brendon? What if when he was awake Brendon fucked things up? Oh god. He slapped himself on the forehead.

“What’s the matter?” Ryan asked and rolled onto his side to face Brendon.

Brendon let out a soft sigh and admitted, “I’m scared.”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why would you be scared?” His hand came over to rest on Brendon’s stomach. “It’s just me, Bren.” Ryan traced around Brendon’s belly button, making the younger boy start to laugh.

“Stop that. It tickles.” Brendon smiled and looked up at Ryan. “I just don’t want to rush into this and mess everything up.”

“Like I said before, I want us to go slow. I want to remember every last detail. I want to remember every… last… kiss.” He lifted himself up to kiss Brendon on the lips. “I want to memorize your entire body.” His hand caressed Brendon’s side. “I want to feel every inch of you.” His hand stopped on the front of Brendon’s boxer briefs, cupping Brendon’s cock. “I want you to make all my dreams come true.”

Brendon started to laugh again.

“What’s so funny?” Ryan looked up at him.

“So you just want to act out all of your dreams tonight? Or can we do a few of mine?” Brendon laughed harder.

Ryan rolled on top of Brendon, pinning him to the bed. “I was trying to be romantic, you ass,” he whispered huskily. He held Brendon’s hands over his head.

“Sorry,” Brendon breathed, the weight of Ryan on him turning him on. He started to squirm underneath him, and Ryan let out a moan as his eyes slid shut. Brendon moved again, this time arching his back. “God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be here doing just what we’re doing right now,” Brendon moaned.

“Okay, I guess we can save the romantic shit for later,” Ryan concluded. He let go of Brendon’s wrists then hopped off the bed. He walked over to his bag and took out the white plastic bag from the drug store. He turned to look at Brendon, and his breath caught in his throat. While he had been walking across the room to get the bag, Brendon had removed his briefs and was now lying across the bed completely naked. It was a sight everyone should see at least once in their lives. Okay, maybe not. Ryan wanted to have Brendon all to himself. Shit, now that he had him he was never going to let that boy go.

“Like what you see, Ross?” Brendon smiled from ear to ear, running his fingers gently over his hip before smacking himself in the ass.

“Oh god, yes.” Ryan practically ran back to the bed, jumping on Brendon in the process.

“Ow, ow!” Brendon got out as Ryan positioned himself in Brendon’s lap.

“Sorry, baby.” Ryan leaned down and kissed him. “Should I kiss it and make it better?” His eyebrow curved upward as his hand snaked between their bodies, running up and down Brendon’s erect cock.

“Maybe you should,” Brendon said with a small pout on his face, but still breathless from Ryan’s touch. “I think you may have broken it.”

Ryan placed the bag on the bed by Brendon’s feet and began to kiss, lick and suck on Brendon’s neck. Lips and tongue teased soft skin as he moved downward. Brendon could only moan out as Ryan made his descent. Ryan kissed a hot, wet path across Brendon’s chest, taking extra time to make sure that each nipple got the same amount of attention.

“Oh… fuck… are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Brendon gasped out, licking his lips.

“Sure, Spencer and I do this all the time,” Ryan retorted and glanced up at him, just waiting for a reaction.

“What?” Brendon got up on his elbows to look down at a smirking Ryan.

“If you mean doing this?” Ryan asked and licked around Brendon’s right nipple, leaving a nice warm, wet trail behind before taking the swollen bud between his teeth and biting down. Brendon yelped. “Then no, I have never done this before.” Ryan kissed the red nipple before moving over to the left one and doing the same thing.

Brendon’s head fell back on the mattress. His breathing became more and more labored as Ryan continued his manipulations to his body. How the hell had all this come to pass? Two, no, three months ago they were just friends. No, they were best friends. And now they were lying in a hotel bed naked, well, Brendon was naked and Ryan was licking his… oh god, Ryan was licking the tip of his cock. Brendon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. How the hell was this even possible? What… oh god, he was taking the head of Brendon’s cock into his warm mouth… What about…

“Keltie!” Brendon screamed out.

Ryan stopped his assault on Brendon’s cock to look up at him. “Okay, that’s not the name I thought I’d hear you moan while I was doing that.” Ryan looked at Brendon in confusion.

“What about Keltie?” Brendon tried to control his breathing. “I mean, aren’t the two of you still dating?”

Ryan started to laugh. “I broke up with her a few days ago.” Ryan kissed the now leaking tip of Brendon’s cock, making the younger boys hips hover off the mattress.

“What?” Brendon moaned, his hand grabbing a fist full of Ryan’s hair.

“I broke up with her.” Ryan said quickly before taking a good two inches of Brendon’s throbbing cock further into his mouth.

“Why?” Brendon gasped out.

Ryan pulled off with a wet pop and sat back on his legs, looking up at Brendon.

“Do you really want to talk about my ex-girlfriend while I’m trying to give you head?” he cocked his head to the side, resting a hand on his hip.

“I just want to know why you broke up with her. I mean, it wasn’t because of me, was it? I don’t want Keltie to hate me.”

“God, I love you.” Ryan leaned forward kissing Brendon fully on the lips. “I broke up with her because I wasn’t in love with her anymore. And yes, it was kinda because of you, but I didn’t tell her that.” He kissed the tip of Brendon’s nose. “I broke up with her because I fell in love with you.”

“You did?” Brendon grinned.

“Sometimes, Brendon Urie, I don’t know if I should kick you or kiss you. You are by far the most clueless person I know.” He kissed him again. “I think I’ll kiss you now. And later I will kick your ass.”

Brendon just grinned.

“Now where was I?” Ryan wondered aloud as he licked a steamy path from Brendon’s lower lip to the tip of his cock. “I think I remember now.” Ryan took the tip into his mouth and began to suck. Brendon’s hips bucked off the bed. Ryan gripped his hips, pressing them into the mattress.

“I think I’m remembering now too,” Brendon got out in between breaths.

“So you remember that night?” Ryan asked as he licked the underside of Brendon’s shaft before kissing the tip. He realized he liked doing this more when Brendon was awake.

“You know that wasn’t very nice to do that to me,” Brendon noted.

“Oh, like you molesting me in your sleep was nice?” Ryan shot back and nipped at Brendon’s inner thigh.

“Okay, I’m sorry for doing that. But I couldn’t help myself.” He ran his fingers through Ryan’s hair. “I wanted you so bad.”

“So then take me.” Ryan sat back up, his arms out on his side. “Do whatever your little heart desires.”

Brendon moved up on the bed so he was now on his knees in front or Ryan, the plastic bag hit him in the thigh.

“What the hell is in this bag?” he asked, grabbing it, ripping it open. His eyes went wide. “Oh my Ryan Ross, you naughty little boy.” He took out the strawberry lube. “So you planned this?”

“Yes.” Ryan bit his lower lip.

Brendon took out a box of condoms and chuckled. “At least you got the right size,” he winked.

“I’ve seen that thing erected and had it in my mouth. I knew I couldn’t get the regular condoms,” Ryan grinned, taking the package from him. “Want to put one on?” He lowered his head and looked shyly up at Brendon.

“Why don’t you put it on me,” Brendon suggested and licked his lips.

Ryan grabbed a condom out of the box before he tossed it across the room. He scooted up closer to Brendon, taking the base of Brendon’s cock in his left hand, slowly stroking it. Brendon let out a happy sigh as his head rolled back onto his shoulder.

“God, that feels so damn good, Ry.”

Opening the packet was difficult when Ryan didn’t want to stop touching Brendon, so he took the small packet with one hand between his teeth and ripped it open. Brendon looked at him and smiled. Ryan licked his lips slowly as he moved to rest the rolled up condom over the leaking tip of Brendon’s cock. He’d put more than a few of these things on himself, but putting it on another penis was an experience in itself. He stifled back a moan. He was really going to do this. He was really going to let Brendon Urie fuck him. How had things gotten so out of control? No, wait, they weren’t out of control. Both he and Brendon wanted this. They had been playing a messed up game with one another for weeks now, and it was time to finish the game. Once the condom was fully unrolled, Ryan gave Brendon’s cock another tug or two.

“You have to stop that or we won’t be getting very far tonight,” Brendon said with a whisper.

“I wouldn’t want that,” Ryan said and leaned forward, kissing the side of Brendon’s neck. “Hand me the lube,” he instructed, holding out his left hand while the right continued to very so slowly caress Brendon’s thigh. “Hold your hand up,” he commanded, and Brendon complied. Ryan poured a liberal amount of lube on Brendon’s hand, coating three fingers. “You know what you need to do, right?” he asked, though of course Brendon knew.

“Oh, god, Ry.” Brendon rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder. “I think we may have to do this a few times tonight because just the thought of what we’re about to do is making me want to come so bad.”

“We can’t have that.” Ryan stopped teasing Brendon’s cock and thigh. “I mean, we can do this as many times as physically possible tonight. But this first time, I want it to last.” He kissed Brendon on the lips. “Got it?”

“Got it.” Brendon smiled at him.

Brendon let out a whimper as Ryan moved away from him to lie down on the bed. He took a deep breath before he moved so that he was in between Ryan’s legs, which were spread open and bent at the knees.

“God, you look so fucking hot all spread out underneath me.” Brendon moved his hand under Ryan’s ass. His fingers began to tease the top of Ryan’s crack, moving in a slow pattern down to his entrance. He took in a deep breath, as did Ryan, before he slid one finger inside the older boy.

“Aaahhh,” Ryan moaned out. “Oh god, Bren.” He moved his hips upward, making the finger go in deeper. “That feels so damn good.”

Brendon just smiled down at Ryan before slipping the second digit in along side the first one. He began a steady pace with the two of them, making Ryan gasp for breath. He could hear Ryan moaning out his name, and his cock twitched at the sound. Taking in another deep breath, he leaned over Ryan’s body, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Are you ready for another one?”

His breath was warm and wet on Ryan’s ear.

“Yes, please,” Ryan got out between intakes of breath. His back was arching up towards the ceiling.

Brendon had a bit more difficulty getting the third finger inside, but once it was in, he felt Ryan clench down on his fingers and couldn’t help but moan out. Ryan’s body shook at the addition of the third finger.

“Should I stop?” Brendon asked with a slight bit on concern laced in his voice.

“I swear to fucking Christ, if you stop, Brendon, I will fucking kill you.” Ryan looked him right in the eyes as he said it. “Just move them or something. They fucking hurt.”

Brendon picked up the tempo he had been doing before and had to smile. He had never heard Ryan Ross use such vulgar language before. Ryan’s hips started to follow the pace Brendon was doing with his fingers and soon he was babbling. Half of the stuff flowing from Ryan’s lips was gibberish mixed with Brendon’s name and a whole lot of ‘oh god’s’.

“More, Brendon. I need more,” Ryan begged. “I need to feel you now.”

Brendon grabbed the bottle of lube that was lying next to Ryan’s side and poured some over his extremely hard and aching cock. Oh god!, his mind screamed out. This wasn’t some dream he was having. It was real. Brendon looked down at Ryan, and Ryan’s eyes slowly opened. Their eyes locked for what seemed a lifetime before Brendon moved forward, letting the tip of his cock tease Ryan’s entrance.

“Please, Bren, I need it now.” Ryan started grabbing at the younger boy. “Please.”

Brendon slid forward more and more of himself forward, slipping inside Ryan. It was so tight. It was so warm. It was so wonderful. Brendon had never felt anything like it, ever. Fucking a girl had nothing on what he was feeling right then and there, and he doubted it would ever compare again. Hell, he doubted he would ever want to fuck a girl ever again. All he wanted to do from that point on was to be inside Ryan Ross until the end of time. His dying wish would be to do just what he was doing right that very second.

“More,” Ryan moaned out, grabbing a hold of one of Brendon’s hips, trying to push him in further.

Brendon slipped in another inch. Ryan gasped out. Then another inch. Ryan’s legs came to wrap around Brendon’s waist. In one swift move from the older boy, Brendon was all the way inside.

“Oh god!” Ryan screamed out. “Oh… fuck.” He squeezed Brendon’s arms, making painful indents of his fingers on the pale flesh. “Don’t move. Please god, don’t move. It hurts so fucking much.” Ryan’s eyes were shut so tightly Brendon couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this, Ryan,” Brendon said shakily and tried to pull out.

“Don’t you fucking move, Brendon Urie.” Ryan opened his eyes, looking up at him. “Just give me a moment. That’s a lot to take in.”

“Sorry,” Brendon grinned down at him. He was bracing himself over the older boy, but his arms were starting to burn. “Um… Ry?” He cleared his throat. “Can I… um… can I move now?”

“Okay.” Ryan let up on the grip he had on Brendon’s arms and moved to take a hold of his hips. “Just go slow. Okay?”

“Anything for you, Ry.” Brendon leaned down and kissed the tip of Ryan’s nose. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know, Bren,” Ryan smiled up at him.

Just like before Brendon started a slow, sweet pace, moving in and out of Ryan with a certain tempo. Ryan began to move his hips along with Brendon’s thrusts. The tempo changed soon from slow and sweet to something a bit faster. Ryan’s grip on Brendon’s hips tightened, his back arching off the bed, his head slamming against the pillow, and his breath becoming more and more labored. Brendon’s breathing started to come out in short gasps as his hips moved quicker and faster. Soon he was pulling all the way out only to slam back into Ryan. His eyes slid shut. His head hung low. His hips were starting to become a blur. His mind was reeling. A deep burning started to swell in his stomach. He was close. So damn close.

Brendon felt Ryan move his hand between their bodies, trying to get to his own cock. Brendon’s eyes flew open and he pushed Ryan’s hand away. Their eyes locked. Brendon’s hand covered Ryan’s cock in one swift movement. He tried his best to match his hand with his hips, but was failing at it. He tried again, and this time he had it perfect. Leave it to Brendon Urie to be able to multitask even during sex. Ryan’s eyes never left his. They just stared at one another, their breathing even became one.

“Oh… fuck… Bren, I’m gonna…” Ryan arched off the bed one more time before coming between both of their bodies. Spurt after spurt hit the two of them. It was hot and wet and fucking beautiful.

“Ryan,” Brendon groaned, soon coming deep into the condom. He rode out his orgasm and fell on top of Ryan, gasping for breath. “I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” Ryan kissed the top of Brendon’s sweaty head.

Brendon lay on top of Ryan for a few more minutes before rolling over to lie on his side. He couldn’t believe that he had just had sex with his best friend. That he and Ryan had just had sex. The realization made him laugh.

“What?” Ryan rolled on to his side to face Brendon. “What are you laughing at now?”

“I just can’t believe we just had sex,” he admitted and laughed harder. “I mean, me and you.” He pointed at himself and then at Ryan, his finger running a path down Ryan’s chest to his belly button. “I mean, we just did it. We… I… you.” He laughed more.

“Stop laughing!” Ryan said, trying to be serious, but soon he too started to laugh. “Wow, we really just did… didn’t we?” He was laughing just as hard as Brendon by now. “How fucked up is that?”

Brendon stopped laughing and looked at Ryan all serious now.

“What?” Ryan looked at him, afraid he had said something wrong or that Brendon regretted it.

“Want to do it again?” Brendon grinned.

“Hell fucking yes.” Ryan rolled on top of Brendon, straddling his hips. “But could I be on top this time?” He flashed a sexy smile.

“Wasn’t there some other kind of lube in that bag?” Brendon smirked.

“Let me get it.” Ryan leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve the bag off the floor. “Why, yes there is another bottle of lube.” He held it up in the air. “This one tingles.”

“Well,” Brendon grinned from ear to ear. “What are you waiting for, Ry? Lube me up.” He smacked Ryan on the ass and couldn’t help but smile.

~~~~~~~

The next morning Spencer and Jon were sitting in the lobby, waiting for Zack to come down with Brendon and Ryan.

“So do you think they did it?” Jon asked, looking over at the elevator.

“God, I hope so,” Spencer sighed. “If they didn’t, I swear to God Almighty that I will skin them both alive. I’ve had it up to here with all of this bullshit. I mean, I can only sit there and listen to my best friend cry about wanting -” He looked at Jon with a queer expression. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Jon nodded at Zack, Brendon and Ryan walking toward them. Ryan and Brendon were hopelessly wrapped up in each other, looking more than sleep-deprived.

“Sleep well last night, Ryan?” Jon asked, trying so hard to stop laughing.

“Fuck you, Walker,” Ryan answered trying to walk straight, but failing miserably.

“I think Brendon did enough of that last night,” Spencer added with a laugh. He gave Jon a high-five.

“Damn straight I did!” Brendon smirked as he smacked Ryan on the ass.

“Ow!” Ryan screamed, jumping a bit in the air. “My fucking ass hurts, you moron.” He rubbed his butt for added effect.

“Should I kiss it and make it better?” Brendon asked with a wink.

“Enough!” Zack said with a chuckle. “Save that for when I’m not around. It’s bad enough I had to see you after Ryan gave you a blowjob, I don’t want to see you kissing his ass or anything else for that matter.”

“You knew I did that?” Ryan looked at Zack, shocked.

“I know a lot of things, boys,” Zack said and pointed his finger at all four of them. “And don’t you forget it.” He headed to the front of the hotel. “Now let’s get a move on. I need some breakfast and then we have to head to the venue.” He smirked, holding the door open for the boys.

~~~~~~~

His head was resting against the back of the couch, his eyes shut tight and his hand resting softly in the hair of the head between his thighs. Lips were wrapping around his cock and he was fucking dying. No, he was beyond death. He was in heaven. He was floating on a cloud and didn’t want to come back down to Earth for anything. No, not a single thing. All he could think about was those damn lips. That damn tongue. Even those fucking teeth. They were just all too damn much.

Cheeks hollowed before he felt him swallow, and it sent a shockwave up his spine. Fireworks were going off in his head; bright blues, vibrate reds, whiter than white whites. They all danced around in his head. Then the humming started. Oh, sweet Jesus. He was going to lose his mind before this was over. Or he was really going to die. Zack was gonna be pissed as shit if he died from this. Hell, the rest of the guys were gonna be pissed if he died. But fuck it. He didn’t give a shit about what Zack thought. Or for that matter what the rest of the guys thought. All he cared about right then and there was the beautiful boy on his knees in front of him, giving him the most mind blowing blowjob he had ever had in his entire life. No ex-girlfriend, groupie or even that hooker Pete had gotten him that one year for his birthday could compare to the boy in front of him. Who knew that a guy could give such good head? Such amazing head. Such…

“Jesus f-ing Christ!” Zack screamed out, walking into the back lounge of the bus. The two boys stopped, but Zack was already covering his eyes. “I so did not need to see that!” he said angrily and turned his back so he was facing the opposite direction. “Would you two please clean yourselves up and come inside?” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “We have the Meet & Greet in fifteen.”

Zack slowly shut the door again then headed off the bus as he cursed these hormonal boys under his breath. He made his way down the long hallway of the venue to the dressing room. He paused outside the room, then rested his ear against the door. He couldn’t hear anything so he figured it was safe to go inside. He reached for the door handle and slowly began to open it. Of course, once he had the door completely opened, he regretted not knocking.

“I swear if I see one more person giving someone a blowjob, I’m gonna kill someone!” he snapped and slammed the door shut. “Be ready in ten minutes or both your asses are mine!” he yelled through the door before hurrying back down the hall.

“Who the hell was he talking about?” Brendon asked, looking up at Ryan.

“I don’t really care right now,” Ryan sighed needily and pushed Brendon’s face back down near his cock. “You heard him. We only have ten minutes.”

Brendon grinned and took Ryan back into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down. Ryan’s hand fisted his hair, helping him take more of him in. Brendon swirled his tongue around the tip, teasing it. Ryan tried to buck his hips up, and surprisingly Brendon let him. Ryan was so lost in the beautiful moment that he almost didn’t hear his Sidekick hum. He picked it up off the cushion and opened the text.

It’s not as salty as your hand.

“Holy shit!” Ryan grinned, staring at his phone.

“What?” Brendon looked up at him, his lips swollen and wet.

“I think I know who Zack was talking about,” Ryan simply smiled. “But I’ll tell you when you’re done, baby.” Ryan caressed the side of Brendon’s face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Brendon took Ryan in again and picked up the pace, his head bobbing up and down, his hand squeezing Ryan’s balls. He heard Ryan take in a deep breath, and he knew what was coming, or better yet who was coming, and he began to swallow. Every last drop went down his throat. He bobbed off with a wet smack and kissed Ryan’s now soft cock before pulling Ryan’s jeans back up. He plopped down next to Ryan on the couch. Resting his head on Ryan’s shoulder, he let out a breath.

“Who was Zack talking about, Ry?” he asked and licked Ryan’s neck. Jut then Ryan’s phone hummed again, and so did Brendon’s. Both boys looked at one another.

What’s it feel like, Ry?”

What’s it feel like, Bren?

“No way!” Brendon looked at Ryan. Ryan just grinned knowingly.

What does what feel like, Spin?

What does what feel like, Jon?

Ryan and Brendon started to laugh.

I need to talk to you, Ry.

I need to talk to you, Bren.

“Do you really think they’re talking about what I think they’re talking about?” Brendon looked at Ryan questioningly.

“Yes, Bren, that’s exactly what I think they’re talking about,” Ryan snickered.

“God, we are the gayest band in the world!” Brendon started to laugh.

“I’m coming in!” Zack said rapping on the door. “Time for the Meet & Greet.” He looked at the two boys and rolled his eyes. “I swear this band is gonna be the death of me. First you two, then Spencer and Jon. If Shane and Eric have been getting it on behind my back… I… well, I quit.”

“You wouldn’t quit, Zack,” Ryan said, getting to his feet. “You love us too much to quit.”

“And besides,” Brendon stood, walking over to Zack wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist. “You’d be lost without us. We’re a family.”

“Damn you, Brendon Urie.” Zack chuckled then he looked over at Ryan, who just smiled at him. “Gayest band in the world. I work for the gayest band in the world.” He took a hold of Brendon’s hand. “Come on, you dope. I have to go fend off the rabid fan girls so you can sign shit for them.”

“Love you too, Zack.” Brendon smiled from ear to ear. He turned to look at Ryan who was texting Spencer back.

We can talk after the M&G

Brendon took out his phone and sent Jon the same message before he grabbed Ryan’s hand and followed Zack out to the area set up for the Meet & Greet.

As soon as the door had closed, it was flung open again, hitting the wall. A body slammed against the dark green wall of the dressing room. A moan escaped from wet parted lips.

“They’ll be at the Meet & Greet for a good half an hour,” Shane said, tugging at Eric’s jeans. “So you better get those damn jeans down and be inside me in the next two seconds or you’re a dead man, Ronick.”

“Anything, you say, baby. Anything you say,” Eric smiled from ear to ear, reaching over to lock the dressing room door.

~fin~

A/N: There has been a lot going on in my life the last few days. And even though the worse thing ever happened two days ago with my mother dying; I know that she would want me to go about my days as normal as possilbe. That's why I'm posting this. I wanted to get it posted before arctic_grey went out of town, and hopefully she'll be able to read it before she goes.
Reading Panic slash has helped me a lot over the last six months and I just felt that maybe posting this story might help someone else out that's having a rough patch in their lives.
Thanks to all the Slash Writers out there. You guys ROCK!!