Everything Not Forbidden is Compulsory 3/3
Title: Everything Not Forbidden is Compulsory
Type: bandom
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, vague Jon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick
Word Count: ~14000
Time: three weeks
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: I wrote the first part of this fic for no_tags . But the story wasn't done for me yet, apparently! Everything else was written after the challenge was over. For those that didn't participate or read the no_tags fics this year, this is my translation of the Robin Hood mythos into bandom. Title from The Once and Future King. Also, hopefulgenius made me an absolutely beautiful mix for this piece, and I strongly encourage everyone to download and listen to while you're reading. It really does capture a lot of the emotions that I wanted this fic to have. She's also my tireless, amazing beta.
Summary: Ryan is seven when he meets Brendon Urie.
Mix; Masterpost; Part 1; Part 2; Part 3/Epilogue
Epilogue: One Year and a Handful of Months Later
All the people of Nottingham, along with all the lords and ladies of England, are in the castle, seated at long tables filled with food, dancing in the main hall or chatting amongst themselves over glasses of wine. It’s probably the biggest festival Nottingham has ever seen.
Pete is seated at the head of the largest table, making eyes at Patrick, the court musician that he brought back from a town he’d passed through during the war. According to Pete, it was love at first sight. According to Patrick, it’s a silly infatuation.
Ryan is pretty much just waiting for them to announce the wedding date.
For now, though, he’s content to focus on his own.
Brendon leans toward him and whispers, “You’re daydreaming. Everything okay?”
Ryan nods. “It’s just a lot to take in.”
Brendon laces their fingers together and gives his hand a tight squeeze. “Becoming an official prince and gaining a consort all in one day would be a lot for anybody.” He bites his lip, the corners of his mouth twitching with a mischievous smile. “Come on. Let’s get out of here for a little while.”
Ryan knows he should protest; the celebration is for them, after all, but he feels like he’ll go crazy being around so many people if he stays for ten more minutes. He nods and lets Brendon lead him away from the crowd.
He smiles when he realizes where Brendon is taking him. “The garden, Brendon?”
“I can’t think of a more fitting place for us to be on our wedding day.” Brendon shrugs, pushing open the garden’s doors. “It’s where we fell in love.”
Ever since Pete’s return and Ryan’s subsequent pardon, he and Brendon have been living in the castle. They’ve spent days and days in the garden enjoying each other’s company and talking about all the things that occurred in the years they were separated.
Still, despite the fact that Ryan has spent more time in the garden than anywhere else in the castle, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the overwhelming feeling of belonging that the hundreds of blossoming roses and bursting sunflowers provide. Every time he comes back out to the garden, it feels like he’s coming home.
Especially when he’s with Brendon.
All the exposure to the sunshine is bringing the sprinkle of freckles across Brendon’s nose back. Where only the sun used to halo Brendon’s hair, now a silver crown, smaller and more delicate than the one adorning Ryan’s head, gleams brightly, and every single time Ryan looks at Brendon, his heart flutters, because he loves Brendon and Brendon loves him, and they’re going to be together forever.
They pass the lake, and Ryan glances at it, somber. He’d have died in that lake if it hadn’t been for Brendon. Gabe and his guards would have killed them, and there would have been very little standing between William and the people of Nottingham until Pete came home over a year later. The orphanage might have been closed. More people could have lost their homes.
He suppresses a shudder. Ryan doesn’t have to think about it anymore. Pete banished William, Gabe and their cronies as soon as he returned home. He’d been horrified by the stories his people told him and has been trying to make amends these past few months.
“You’re daydreaming again,” Brendon says, sliding his arms around Ryan’s neck.
Ryan smiles. “I’m a dreamy person.”
“That you are.” Brendon smiles back, pulling Ryan down so that they both tumble into the ocean of sunflowers.
Their crowns fall from their heads, landing beside them amongst the flowers. Ryan laughs, supporting himself on his elbows so he doesn’t crush Brendon. His hand comes up, fingertips gently sliding over Brendon’s forehead to push aside some of his dark hair.
Brendon closes his eyes, breathing deeply and reveling in the warm sunlight. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
Ryan sighs. “All the work that still has to be done for Nottingham to be the same as it used to be.”
“You’re going to be a great prince and an even better king, when the time comes,” Brendon assures him. “You worry too much.”
“Isn’t that my job now?” Ryan asks, amused.
“Precisely.” Brendon opens his eyes again. “I love you, Ryan.”
Ryan’s heart squeezes, like it inevitably does whenever he’s with Brendon, and he ducks his head, stealing a kiss.
Brendon’s tongue swipes over Ryan’s bottom lip, and Ryan opens to him, burying his fingers in Brendon’s hair.
Brendon’s hands slide up Ryan’s chest, flicking the first button of his red and white coronation jacket open.
Ryan stops kissing Brendon and glances at the garden’s doors, mostly obscured by the sunflowers surrounding them. “Brendon.”
“No one is going to come out here. Everyone’s busy being happy for us and getting drunk in the castle.” When Ryan doesn’t resume where he left off, Brendon rolls his eyes. “Just kiss me, Ryan.” Brendon lifts his head, catching Ryan’s bottom lip between his teeth.
Ryan makes a small, disapproving sound but kisses him anyway. Once Brendon releases his lip, he begins moving down, pressing his mouth to Brendon’s jawline, up beneath Brendon’s ear and back down to his neck.
Ryan licks a line up his neck, and Brendon breathes a soft moan, arching into him. He takes it as his queue to move lower, unbuttoning Brendon’s solid white jacket as he goes, placing soft kisses on every inch of newly exposed skin. When Ryan reaches the top of Brendon’s pants, he lifts up, pulling Brendon’s shoes off. He quickly unfastens Brendon’s pants, curling his fingers into the belt loops and pulling them down, effectively leaving Brendon completely naked.
Ryan takes a moment to lean back and look down at Brendon. He’s lying on top of the sunflowers they crushed when they fell amongst them. A few pieces of grass and yellow petals are stuck in his hair. The sun is casting shadows in his cheekbones, and their crowns shimmer next to his head. Brendon looks like a work of art.
“Where’d you go?” Brendon asks, huffing.
“Nowhere,” Ryan says, and to prove it, he lowers his head, nibbling at the smooth dip of Brendon’s hipbone, hands sliding over his thighs to hold him still. He kisses all the way to the tip of Brendon’s dick before swallowing it down.
Brendon’s hands find their way into his hair. His hips stutter when Ryan lifts Brendon’s ass, licking a stripe all the way from his entrance, over his balls and to the tip of his dick. Brendon’s hands tighten in his hair, and he chokes, “Ngh, Ryan, don’t. I’ll. I don’t want to come yet.”
“Okay, okay,” Ryan concedes. He licks his middle finger, circling Brendon’s entrance with it before slowly sliding in.
When Ryan gradually starts to move his finger, pushing in and out in long, deliberate strokes, Brendon takes a deep breath, and Ryan feels him relax beneath him. He licks around his finger, making sure everything is coated well enough in spit that the second finger he slides into Brendon goes in easily.
Brendon’s breath catches, and his cheeks are flushed. “Come here,” he says, pulling Ryan back up to him, kissing him hotly. His hands make quick work of Ryan’s jacket, unbuttoning all the silver buttons and pushing it off of his shoulders. His palms firmly trace over Ryan’s skin, moving along the curves of his body until he comes to Ryan’s pants. One of his hands works at unfastening his trousers while the other cups Ryan’s dick through his clothes, squeezing gently.
Ryan moans, breaking their kiss and touching his forehead to Brendon’s.
Brendon finally gets his pants undone, and Ryan kicks them and his shoes off. Brendon lifts Ryan’s free hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth one by one, hollowing his cheeks. Ryan doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so hot in his entire life. Brendon keeps licking until Ryan’s entire palm is wet, then he guides Ryan’s hand down to his dick. He helps him slick Ryan up, grazing his fingertips over Ryan’s sensitized skin.
When Ryan is positive that he’s about to lose it, he pulls his fingers out of Brendon and helps Brendon reposition himself. He places a soft kiss on each of Brendon’s knees, then lines his dick up. With one easy, smooth slide, he’s surrounded by the tight, hot heat of Brendon.
Once Ryan is all the way in, Brendon gasps, arching his back up. Ryan skims his hands along Brendon’s spine before gripping his hips.
Brendon reaches up for him, dragging Ryan down to kiss him. “Go slow,” he says into Ryan’s mouth.
Ryan complies, setting up a steady rhythm for them. Brendon quickly falls into pace with him, countering every thrust with a small twist of his own hips.
On one particular movement, the angle is just right, and Brendon gasps, squeezing tightly around Ryan. “There. Fuck, Ryan, right there.”
Ryan pushes Brendon’s knees up, hoping to recapture that same angle, and Brendon keens, his mouth falling open, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Ryan has to squeeze the base of his own dick just to keep from coming on sight. He bites his lip. “There?”
Brendon nods, practically panting. “God, yes, right there, right. Don’t stop.”
Ryan fists Brendon’s dick and buries his head in Brendon’s shoulder, trying not to think about how desperately hot Brendon is right now.
Ryan swipes his thumb over the head of Brendon’s dick, and suddenly, Brendon’s coming between them, gasping Ryan’s name.
Brendon’s muscles don’t even have time to relax before Ryan is coming too, biting down on Brendon’s collarbone. He collapses, kissing the reddening bite mark on Brendon’s collarbone before pulling out and rolling off to the side, sunflowers crunching beneath him.
Brendon turns on his side to face Ryan, eyelids already heavy as he lays his head on Ryan’s chest.
Ryan lightly kisses the top of Brendon’s head. “Don’t go to sleep. They’re going to be looking for us soon.”
“Let ‘em look,” Brendon mutters.
Ryan smiles. “As much as I enjoy seeing your bare ass, I’m not entirely sure the whole kingdom will. Up. Put on your pants at least.”
“Mmkay,” Brendon complies, sitting up momentarily to grab their clothes, handing Ryan his pants and sluggishly pulling on his own. Meanwhile, Ryan uses a handkerchief he finds in his pants pocket to wipe the come off their stomachs before it dries.
When they’re both at least decent enough not to be considered a crime, Brendon reassumes his position against Ryan’s chest, covering them both with Ryan’s jacket.
“I love you,” Brendon mumbles as he drifts off to sleep.
“I love you too, Brendon,” Ryan says, closing his eyes, letting the sunshine warm his face.
Type: bandom
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, vague Jon/Spencer, Pete/Patrick
Word Count: ~14000
Time: three weeks
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: I wrote the first part of this fic for no_tags . But the story wasn't done for me yet, apparently! Everything else was written after the challenge was over. For those that didn't participate or read the no_tags fics this year, this is my translation of the Robin Hood mythos into bandom. Title from The Once and Future King. Also, hopefulgenius made me an absolutely beautiful mix for this piece, and I strongly encourage everyone to download and listen to while you're reading. It really does capture a lot of the emotions that I wanted this fic to have. She's also my tireless, amazing beta.
Summary: Ryan is seven when he meets Brendon Urie.
Mix; Masterpost; Part 1; Part 2; Part 3/Epilogue
Epilogue: One Year and a Handful of Months Later
All the people of Nottingham, along with all the lords and ladies of England, are in the castle, seated at long tables filled with food, dancing in the main hall or chatting amongst themselves over glasses of wine. It’s probably the biggest festival Nottingham has ever seen.
Pete is seated at the head of the largest table, making eyes at Patrick, the court musician that he brought back from a town he’d passed through during the war. According to Pete, it was love at first sight. According to Patrick, it’s a silly infatuation.
Ryan is pretty much just waiting for them to announce the wedding date.
For now, though, he’s content to focus on his own.
Brendon leans toward him and whispers, “You’re daydreaming. Everything okay?”
Ryan nods. “It’s just a lot to take in.”
Brendon laces their fingers together and gives his hand a tight squeeze. “Becoming an official prince and gaining a consort all in one day would be a lot for anybody.” He bites his lip, the corners of his mouth twitching with a mischievous smile. “Come on. Let’s get out of here for a little while.”
Ryan knows he should protest; the celebration is for them, after all, but he feels like he’ll go crazy being around so many people if he stays for ten more minutes. He nods and lets Brendon lead him away from the crowd.
He smiles when he realizes where Brendon is taking him. “The garden, Brendon?”
“I can’t think of a more fitting place for us to be on our wedding day.” Brendon shrugs, pushing open the garden’s doors. “It’s where we fell in love.”
Ever since Pete’s return and Ryan’s subsequent pardon, he and Brendon have been living in the castle. They’ve spent days and days in the garden enjoying each other’s company and talking about all the things that occurred in the years they were separated.
Still, despite the fact that Ryan has spent more time in the garden than anywhere else in the castle, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the overwhelming feeling of belonging that the hundreds of blossoming roses and bursting sunflowers provide. Every time he comes back out to the garden, it feels like he’s coming home.
Especially when he’s with Brendon.
All the exposure to the sunshine is bringing the sprinkle of freckles across Brendon’s nose back. Where only the sun used to halo Brendon’s hair, now a silver crown, smaller and more delicate than the one adorning Ryan’s head, gleams brightly, and every single time Ryan looks at Brendon, his heart flutters, because he loves Brendon and Brendon loves him, and they’re going to be together forever.
They pass the lake, and Ryan glances at it, somber. He’d have died in that lake if it hadn’t been for Brendon. Gabe and his guards would have killed them, and there would have been very little standing between William and the people of Nottingham until Pete came home over a year later. The orphanage might have been closed. More people could have lost their homes.
He suppresses a shudder. Ryan doesn’t have to think about it anymore. Pete banished William, Gabe and their cronies as soon as he returned home. He’d been horrified by the stories his people told him and has been trying to make amends these past few months.
“You’re daydreaming again,” Brendon says, sliding his arms around Ryan’s neck.
Ryan smiles. “I’m a dreamy person.”
“That you are.” Brendon smiles back, pulling Ryan down so that they both tumble into the ocean of sunflowers.
Their crowns fall from their heads, landing beside them amongst the flowers. Ryan laughs, supporting himself on his elbows so he doesn’t crush Brendon. His hand comes up, fingertips gently sliding over Brendon’s forehead to push aside some of his dark hair.
Brendon closes his eyes, breathing deeply and reveling in the warm sunlight. “What are you thinking so hard about?”
Ryan sighs. “All the work that still has to be done for Nottingham to be the same as it used to be.”
“You’re going to be a great prince and an even better king, when the time comes,” Brendon assures him. “You worry too much.”
“Isn’t that my job now?” Ryan asks, amused.
“Precisely.” Brendon opens his eyes again. “I love you, Ryan.”
Ryan’s heart squeezes, like it inevitably does whenever he’s with Brendon, and he ducks his head, stealing a kiss.
Brendon’s tongue swipes over Ryan’s bottom lip, and Ryan opens to him, burying his fingers in Brendon’s hair.
Brendon’s hands slide up Ryan’s chest, flicking the first button of his red and white coronation jacket open.
Ryan stops kissing Brendon and glances at the garden’s doors, mostly obscured by the sunflowers surrounding them. “Brendon.”
“No one is going to come out here. Everyone’s busy being happy for us and getting drunk in the castle.” When Ryan doesn’t resume where he left off, Brendon rolls his eyes. “Just kiss me, Ryan.” Brendon lifts his head, catching Ryan’s bottom lip between his teeth.
Ryan makes a small, disapproving sound but kisses him anyway. Once Brendon releases his lip, he begins moving down, pressing his mouth to Brendon’s jawline, up beneath Brendon’s ear and back down to his neck.
Ryan licks a line up his neck, and Brendon breathes a soft moan, arching into him. He takes it as his queue to move lower, unbuttoning Brendon’s solid white jacket as he goes, placing soft kisses on every inch of newly exposed skin. When Ryan reaches the top of Brendon’s pants, he lifts up, pulling Brendon’s shoes off. He quickly unfastens Brendon’s pants, curling his fingers into the belt loops and pulling them down, effectively leaving Brendon completely naked.
Ryan takes a moment to lean back and look down at Brendon. He’s lying on top of the sunflowers they crushed when they fell amongst them. A few pieces of grass and yellow petals are stuck in his hair. The sun is casting shadows in his cheekbones, and their crowns shimmer next to his head. Brendon looks like a work of art.
“Where’d you go?” Brendon asks, huffing.
“Nowhere,” Ryan says, and to prove it, he lowers his head, nibbling at the smooth dip of Brendon’s hipbone, hands sliding over his thighs to hold him still. He kisses all the way to the tip of Brendon’s dick before swallowing it down.
Brendon’s hands find their way into his hair. His hips stutter when Ryan lifts Brendon’s ass, licking a stripe all the way from his entrance, over his balls and to the tip of his dick. Brendon’s hands tighten in his hair, and he chokes, “Ngh, Ryan, don’t. I’ll. I don’t want to come yet.”
“Okay, okay,” Ryan concedes. He licks his middle finger, circling Brendon’s entrance with it before slowly sliding in.
When Ryan gradually starts to move his finger, pushing in and out in long, deliberate strokes, Brendon takes a deep breath, and Ryan feels him relax beneath him. He licks around his finger, making sure everything is coated well enough in spit that the second finger he slides into Brendon goes in easily.
Brendon’s breath catches, and his cheeks are flushed. “Come here,” he says, pulling Ryan back up to him, kissing him hotly. His hands make quick work of Ryan’s jacket, unbuttoning all the silver buttons and pushing it off of his shoulders. His palms firmly trace over Ryan’s skin, moving along the curves of his body until he comes to Ryan’s pants. One of his hands works at unfastening his trousers while the other cups Ryan’s dick through his clothes, squeezing gently.
Ryan moans, breaking their kiss and touching his forehead to Brendon’s.
Brendon finally gets his pants undone, and Ryan kicks them and his shoes off. Brendon lifts Ryan’s free hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth one by one, hollowing his cheeks. Ryan doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything so hot in his entire life. Brendon keeps licking until Ryan’s entire palm is wet, then he guides Ryan’s hand down to his dick. He helps him slick Ryan up, grazing his fingertips over Ryan’s sensitized skin.
When Ryan is positive that he’s about to lose it, he pulls his fingers out of Brendon and helps Brendon reposition himself. He places a soft kiss on each of Brendon’s knees, then lines his dick up. With one easy, smooth slide, he’s surrounded by the tight, hot heat of Brendon.
Once Ryan is all the way in, Brendon gasps, arching his back up. Ryan skims his hands along Brendon’s spine before gripping his hips.
Brendon reaches up for him, dragging Ryan down to kiss him. “Go slow,” he says into Ryan’s mouth.
Ryan complies, setting up a steady rhythm for them. Brendon quickly falls into pace with him, countering every thrust with a small twist of his own hips.
On one particular movement, the angle is just right, and Brendon gasps, squeezing tightly around Ryan. “There. Fuck, Ryan, right there.”
Ryan pushes Brendon’s knees up, hoping to recapture that same angle, and Brendon keens, his mouth falling open, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Ryan has to squeeze the base of his own dick just to keep from coming on sight. He bites his lip. “There?”
Brendon nods, practically panting. “God, yes, right there, right. Don’t stop.”
Ryan fists Brendon’s dick and buries his head in Brendon’s shoulder, trying not to think about how desperately hot Brendon is right now.
Ryan swipes his thumb over the head of Brendon’s dick, and suddenly, Brendon’s coming between them, gasping Ryan’s name.
Brendon’s muscles don’t even have time to relax before Ryan is coming too, biting down on Brendon’s collarbone. He collapses, kissing the reddening bite mark on Brendon’s collarbone before pulling out and rolling off to the side, sunflowers crunching beneath him.
Brendon turns on his side to face Ryan, eyelids already heavy as he lays his head on Ryan’s chest.
Ryan lightly kisses the top of Brendon’s head. “Don’t go to sleep. They’re going to be looking for us soon.”
“Let ‘em look,” Brendon mutters.
Ryan smiles. “As much as I enjoy seeing your bare ass, I’m not entirely sure the whole kingdom will. Up. Put on your pants at least.”
“Mmkay,” Brendon complies, sitting up momentarily to grab their clothes, handing Ryan his pants and sluggishly pulling on his own. Meanwhile, Ryan uses a handkerchief he finds in his pants pocket to wipe the come off their stomachs before it dries.
When they’re both at least decent enough not to be considered a crime, Brendon reassumes his position against Ryan’s chest, covering them both with Ryan’s jacket.
“I love you,” Brendon mumbles as he drifts off to sleep.
“I love you too, Brendon,” Ryan says, closing his eyes, letting the sunshine warm his face.