Gingerbread house [6/?]
Title:Gingerbread house [6/?]
Author: handsom3lady
Rating:idk, lets say PG-13. Overall.
Pairing:Ryden dutty.
POV:3rd
Summary:Brendon and Ryan are moving into their perfect house or what they think is their perfect house, until it starts everything starts going wrong with it.
Disclaimer:It’s a real as Pablo, mine and Brendon’s bb.
Author Notes: Sorry bbz that I haven't posted for so long, but this for you guys is a special belated Halloween present for you! I was meaning to finish it before halloween, but you know how things go! This chapter is dedicated to poprockbomber, although i didn't send this to her to beta (which, btw I'm sorry for. I'm also sorry if my writing don't make no sense yo) she is still super duper swell and she's just amazing man. Also, tapeduptogether, who gave me the greatest compliment ever!
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six: Happy belated halloween!
“Fucking hell, Ryaaaaaaan!” Brendon pouts at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Ryan to come downstairs. “There are loads of kids out there stealing my candy!”
Ryan shouts something incoherent from the bedroom and Brendon turns to the living room in a huff. His Dracula cape sways as he stomps through, before getting pinned between Brendon’s ass and the white surface of the bay window. Brendon’s looks sadly out on to the street of children, trick or treating, getting all the treats that are on offer before he’s even out the house. His hair falls around his made up face, the dark brown a stark contrast to the pale white of his vampire attire. It’s already half eight and most people will be out and going to parties or filling bags with stranger’s Halloween offerings.
“Ryan!” Brendon shouts impatiently, flinging open the living room door to the hall, his cape flailing dramatic. “What the fuck is taking so long?”
At that moment Ryan chooses to turn up on the stairs, fastening the last bit of bandage by tucking it in under other bandages on his wrist.
“Jesus Brendon, calm down!” Ryan rolls his eyes, slapping softly on Brendon’s face. “Nice make-up, it’s definitely an improvement.”
Brendon pouts while sliding his fingers along Ryan’s arm, across layers of bandages.
“Man!” Brendon pulls away and heads towards the door. “What if I want to have sex with you later?”
“What do you mean?” Ryan pulls a confused face, trying his best to find a problem with the idea.
“Do you know how hard it’ll be to get you naked?” Brendon teases playfully as his hand reaches for the door handle.
“Well, you’ll just have to unwrap me,” Ryan bites his lip while he grins.
Brendon pulls the door open and takes a step backwards out, looking at Ryan.
“God, Ryan, you know I don’t like to work for my sex!” Brendon laughs as he turns around to face a group of six year olds and their designated carer for the evening. The kids gasp and burst into excited giggles.
“Did he just say S-E-X?” a skinny fair-haired witch asks her much chubbier ballerina friend. The group laugh together at the question, except the tired mother who’s been made to take the rowdy children out.
“Oh, err, sorry…” Brendon pulls his hand through his hair nervously. “Err, trick?”
-
Half an hour later, Brendon’s stomach is half full with sugar that he’s been snacking on as they went around the block.
“Bren, can we go home now?” Ryan shivers a little as he speaks. “It’s freezing.”
Brendon pouts before throwing a few skittles into his mouth.
“I guess we could,” Brendon says uncertainly, clearly disappointed by the short trip.
“I’m sorry Bren, you could always carry on with yourself.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Huh?”
Brendon rolls his eyes, before his eyes lock onto something in the distance and his pace quickens.
“Bren?” Ryan tries to keep up with Brendon, having to break into a jog. “What’s wrong?”
“Just keep walking,” Brendon looks around nervously, his hand grabbing Ryan’s mummy hands. Ryan looks over to the distance where Brendon had been staring a few moments earlier, then seeing the problem. A dark hunched figure was coming towards them. It was Halloween and obviously people would be dressed up but it was obvious who this was: Franklin.
By the time Ryan realises what they’re doing, Brendon and him are running towards there house. The figure also begins to run, the best a almost cripple man could anyway.
“I feel like we’re in dawn of the dead,” Ryan says between pants. Brendon laughs the best he can, pulling Ryan along still by the hand.
“Hey, you!” Franklin’s gruff voice calls through the street, now empty since most kids have gone home to consume their booty.
“Fuck!” Brendon curses, pulling Ryan up the driveway. He keeps his eyes on Franklin, who’s stopped running after them. The two of them slow down, trying to catch their breath. Ryan’s eyes fall on the doorstep where a confused looking ninja Pete stood.
“Urhm, you want to come to my party?” Pete shrugs, looking across the street.
“Yeah…yeah…” Ryan begins to whisper, turning to look at Franklin going into his house. “Yeah,”
The three of cross the lawn and fit their way through his house to the garden, which has been transformed into a graveyard. He’s put a couple fake gravestones at the end of the garden, which is covered in fake spider’s webs. In the middle of the garden he has a sarcophagus, which is half open and they can just about make out the shape of a skeleton frozen trying to get out of its eternal resting place.
“Just help yourself to beer and stuff,” Pete says absently to Brendon. “Do you mind if I dance with your boy for a while?”
“No, no, go ahead!” Brendon pushes Ryan towards him, just happy to be in a crowd away from Franklin. Ryan smiles at Pete weakly, completely aware of what he’s doing. Pete grabs Ryan’s hand and pulls him into the house.
“Ryan, I want to apologise,” Pete whispers into Ryan’s ear when they’re swaying awkwardly together on what had been turned into a dance floor. “About kissing you. Without your permission.”
Ryan blushes, avoiding eye contact with Pete by looking at their feet.
“Its fine, you know…” Ryan swallows. “Just please don’t tell Brendon, it’d cause more trouble than it’s worth.”
Pete mumbles something above him, Ryan looks up to him in an effort to understand him better.
“What?”
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” Pete says solemnly. “I guess you really love Brendon.”
“Well, he’s given a lot up for me,” Ryan sighs, looking through the patio door to a miserable vampire leaning on a gravestone. “And I’d give up everything for him as well.”
Pete sighs before giving Ryan a small smile and letting go of him.
“You go have fun with Brendon, Ryan,” Pete motions to him outside. “I guess I underestimated you guys.”
He gives a nervously laugh and pushes Ryan playfully away from him. “I don’t want your cooties anyway,”
Ryan walks towards Brendon, smiling to himself. Brendon’s white face paint has faded and the red of his lips has smeared over to his cheek.
Brendon looks down to a bottle of beer he’d got from somewhere, wondering how much longer Ryan would be when he feels a few soft fingers trace a line between his lips to his cheek.
“It wasn’t me who smudged your lipstick fairy boy,” Ryan’s voice rings softly in his ears. Brendon lifts his hand to Ryan’s wrapped up one and lifts his gaze to Ryan’s.
“No, it was my lover who did it,” Brendon jokes, trying to keep serious.
Ryan laughs quietly, turning to lean next to Brendon on the gravestone.
“So, what happens when a mummy and a vampire has sex?” Ryan asks, pulling off a bandage that was hanging from his arm, it had unwound itself.
“I don’t know,” Brendon grins cheekily. “They never covered that in mythology.”
-
Ryan’s moans fill the room, as much as he tried to suppress it and keep quiet, he never could. Brendon’s face was creased with pleasure about him, his hips keeping a steady rhythm as he thrusts into Ryan. To the side of mattress lies what seems like the entire content of a hospital’s bandage supply and a pair of pants. Brendon groans as he pushes in harder to Ryan, causing Ryan’s back to arch in pleasure. Brendon’s vampire cape clings to his sweaty back and his lipstick and eye make up is smudged and washing away.
“Ryan,” Brendon mutters as slams into Ryan, harder than before. “I’m fucking close!”
Ryan gasps, unable to reply in any other manner than to moan. Brendon’s hand begins to jerk Ryan off, trying to keep his pumps in time with his thrusts into Ryan.
“Fuck, Ryan!” Brendon screams as he comes. He pulls out and falls beside Ryan on the mattress, finishing Ryan off before his heart rate begins to normalise.
Ryan cuddles up into Brendon’s chest.
“I fucking love you,” Brendon laughs into Ryan’s hair.
“I love you too,” Ryan tilts his head up to give Brendon a quick kiss on his swollen lips. “And your cape.”
Author: handsom3lady
Rating:idk, lets say PG-13. Overall.
Pairing:Ryden dutty.
POV:3rd
Summary:Brendon and Ryan are moving into their perfect house or what they think is their perfect house, until it starts everything starts going wrong with it.
Disclaimer:It’s a real as Pablo, mine and Brendon’s bb.
Author Notes: Sorry bbz that I haven't posted for so long, but this for you guys is a special belated Halloween present for you! I was meaning to finish it before halloween, but you know how things go! This chapter is dedicated to poprockbomber, although i didn't send this to her to beta (which, btw I'm sorry for. I'm also sorry if my writing don't make no sense yo) she is still super duper swell and she's just amazing man. Also, tapeduptogether, who gave me the greatest compliment ever!
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six: Happy belated halloween!
“Fucking hell, Ryaaaaaaan!” Brendon pouts at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Ryan to come downstairs. “There are loads of kids out there stealing my candy!”
Ryan shouts something incoherent from the bedroom and Brendon turns to the living room in a huff. His Dracula cape sways as he stomps through, before getting pinned between Brendon’s ass and the white surface of the bay window. Brendon’s looks sadly out on to the street of children, trick or treating, getting all the treats that are on offer before he’s even out the house. His hair falls around his made up face, the dark brown a stark contrast to the pale white of his vampire attire. It’s already half eight and most people will be out and going to parties or filling bags with stranger’s Halloween offerings.
“Ryan!” Brendon shouts impatiently, flinging open the living room door to the hall, his cape flailing dramatic. “What the fuck is taking so long?”
At that moment Ryan chooses to turn up on the stairs, fastening the last bit of bandage by tucking it in under other bandages on his wrist.
“Jesus Brendon, calm down!” Ryan rolls his eyes, slapping softly on Brendon’s face. “Nice make-up, it’s definitely an improvement.”
Brendon pouts while sliding his fingers along Ryan’s arm, across layers of bandages.
“Man!” Brendon pulls away and heads towards the door. “What if I want to have sex with you later?”
“What do you mean?” Ryan pulls a confused face, trying his best to find a problem with the idea.
“Do you know how hard it’ll be to get you naked?” Brendon teases playfully as his hand reaches for the door handle.
“Well, you’ll just have to unwrap me,” Ryan bites his lip while he grins.
Brendon pulls the door open and takes a step backwards out, looking at Ryan.
“God, Ryan, you know I don’t like to work for my sex!” Brendon laughs as he turns around to face a group of six year olds and their designated carer for the evening. The kids gasp and burst into excited giggles.
“Did he just say S-E-X?” a skinny fair-haired witch asks her much chubbier ballerina friend. The group laugh together at the question, except the tired mother who’s been made to take the rowdy children out.
“Oh, err, sorry…” Brendon pulls his hand through his hair nervously. “Err, trick?”
-
Half an hour later, Brendon’s stomach is half full with sugar that he’s been snacking on as they went around the block.
“Bren, can we go home now?” Ryan shivers a little as he speaks. “It’s freezing.”
Brendon pouts before throwing a few skittles into his mouth.
“I guess we could,” Brendon says uncertainly, clearly disappointed by the short trip.
“I’m sorry Bren, you could always carry on with yourself.”
“That’s what she said.”
“Huh?”
Brendon rolls his eyes, before his eyes lock onto something in the distance and his pace quickens.
“Bren?” Ryan tries to keep up with Brendon, having to break into a jog. “What’s wrong?”
“Just keep walking,” Brendon looks around nervously, his hand grabbing Ryan’s mummy hands. Ryan looks over to the distance where Brendon had been staring a few moments earlier, then seeing the problem. A dark hunched figure was coming towards them. It was Halloween and obviously people would be dressed up but it was obvious who this was: Franklin.
By the time Ryan realises what they’re doing, Brendon and him are running towards there house. The figure also begins to run, the best a almost cripple man could anyway.
“I feel like we’re in dawn of the dead,” Ryan says between pants. Brendon laughs the best he can, pulling Ryan along still by the hand.
“Hey, you!” Franklin’s gruff voice calls through the street, now empty since most kids have gone home to consume their booty.
“Fuck!” Brendon curses, pulling Ryan up the driveway. He keeps his eyes on Franklin, who’s stopped running after them. The two of them slow down, trying to catch their breath. Ryan’s eyes fall on the doorstep where a confused looking ninja Pete stood.
“Urhm, you want to come to my party?” Pete shrugs, looking across the street.
“Yeah…yeah…” Ryan begins to whisper, turning to look at Franklin going into his house. “Yeah,”
The three of cross the lawn and fit their way through his house to the garden, which has been transformed into a graveyard. He’s put a couple fake gravestones at the end of the garden, which is covered in fake spider’s webs. In the middle of the garden he has a sarcophagus, which is half open and they can just about make out the shape of a skeleton frozen trying to get out of its eternal resting place.
“Just help yourself to beer and stuff,” Pete says absently to Brendon. “Do you mind if I dance with your boy for a while?”
“No, no, go ahead!” Brendon pushes Ryan towards him, just happy to be in a crowd away from Franklin. Ryan smiles at Pete weakly, completely aware of what he’s doing. Pete grabs Ryan’s hand and pulls him into the house.
“Ryan, I want to apologise,” Pete whispers into Ryan’s ear when they’re swaying awkwardly together on what had been turned into a dance floor. “About kissing you. Without your permission.”
Ryan blushes, avoiding eye contact with Pete by looking at their feet.
“Its fine, you know…” Ryan swallows. “Just please don’t tell Brendon, it’d cause more trouble than it’s worth.”
Pete mumbles something above him, Ryan looks up to him in an effort to understand him better.
“What?”
“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” Pete says solemnly. “I guess you really love Brendon.”
“Well, he’s given a lot up for me,” Ryan sighs, looking through the patio door to a miserable vampire leaning on a gravestone. “And I’d give up everything for him as well.”
Pete sighs before giving Ryan a small smile and letting go of him.
“You go have fun with Brendon, Ryan,” Pete motions to him outside. “I guess I underestimated you guys.”
He gives a nervously laugh and pushes Ryan playfully away from him. “I don’t want your cooties anyway,”
Ryan walks towards Brendon, smiling to himself. Brendon’s white face paint has faded and the red of his lips has smeared over to his cheek.
Brendon looks down to a bottle of beer he’d got from somewhere, wondering how much longer Ryan would be when he feels a few soft fingers trace a line between his lips to his cheek.
“It wasn’t me who smudged your lipstick fairy boy,” Ryan’s voice rings softly in his ears. Brendon lifts his hand to Ryan’s wrapped up one and lifts his gaze to Ryan’s.
“No, it was my lover who did it,” Brendon jokes, trying to keep serious.
Ryan laughs quietly, turning to lean next to Brendon on the gravestone.
“So, what happens when a mummy and a vampire has sex?” Ryan asks, pulling off a bandage that was hanging from his arm, it had unwound itself.
“I don’t know,” Brendon grins cheekily. “They never covered that in mythology.”
-
Ryan’s moans fill the room, as much as he tried to suppress it and keep quiet, he never could. Brendon’s face was creased with pleasure about him, his hips keeping a steady rhythm as he thrusts into Ryan. To the side of mattress lies what seems like the entire content of a hospital’s bandage supply and a pair of pants. Brendon groans as he pushes in harder to Ryan, causing Ryan’s back to arch in pleasure. Brendon’s vampire cape clings to his sweaty back and his lipstick and eye make up is smudged and washing away.
“Ryan,” Brendon mutters as slams into Ryan, harder than before. “I’m fucking close!”
Ryan gasps, unable to reply in any other manner than to moan. Brendon’s hand begins to jerk Ryan off, trying to keep his pumps in time with his thrusts into Ryan.
“Fuck, Ryan!” Brendon screams as he comes. He pulls out and falls beside Ryan on the mattress, finishing Ryan off before his heart rate begins to normalise.
Ryan cuddles up into Brendon’s chest.
“I fucking love you,” Brendon laughs into Ryan’s hair.
“I love you too,” Ryan tilts his head up to give Brendon a quick kiss on his swollen lips. “And your cape.”