Teach Me Something New [s/a]
Title: Teach Me Something New [s/a]
Author:i_love_jersey , meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17 [What else should one be expecting by now?]
Warning: Age difference [17 to 24 and then 18 to 24], Bden makes Ryan act like a cat xD, Toys are used, Ryan gets tied down. I think that's it. This is pretty kinky, though ^^
Pairing: Ryden/ Rydon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon finds some things he shouldn't find in Ryan's locker.
Word Count: 6,063
Disclaimer: FAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
Beta: meiloslyther and i_love_jersey
Author Notes: I really haven't been writing anything besides the RPs with meiloslyther :|. I NEED to finish xbrittxwentzx's Rydencer thresome :/. But I'm lazy.
Brendon sighs as he waits for Ryan to enter his classroom, the collar and butt-plug the teacher had found in Ryan's locker sitting on his desk. Brendon looks up at Ryan as he enters, raising an eyebrow at him.
Ryan is so pissed right now; someone had taken his collar and his plug out of his locker, and now he had to come after school to see his fucking music teacher. He sighed as he entered the door and immediately looked over to where Mr. Urie was waiting next to his desk with - oh fuck - his collar and his butt-plug on his desk.
Brendon tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting for an explanation, but when Ryan still didn't speak he sighed. "Ryan did you know it's illegal for minors to buy sex toys in Nevada?" he asks as he looks over to the tall and skinny boy, taking in his frame. "And I know you're only a few months shy of your 18th birthday," he says as Ryan opens his mouth, Brendon assuming it was to argue about his age.
Ryan clamps his mouth shut, knowing he was caught with his age. "I um. I was keeping them for a friend." Ryan quickly started thinking of someone he knew that was 18 or over that would legit help him out. There was always Jon, but he didn't know that Ryan was into that kind of stuff, let alone into that stuff himself. Fuck, he thought, he needed some more friends.
Brendon quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Who might this friend be?" he inquires, crossing his arms over his chest. as he advances slightly on the younger boy.
Fuck, Ryan was in deep shit. "Uhm, my friend Jon. He's 18, but he shares his locker with someone else." The only reason Jon was even still in high school was because of some mishap in middle school that he didn't exactly know the specifics of. "He asked if he could leave them in my locker until after school." he was actually starting to sound convincing even to himself.
Brendon raises an eyebrow as he lets his arms fall to his sides, looking entirely sceptical. "I don't believe you," he says simply, grabbing Ryan carefully and pushing him up against the wall of the classroom. "So what kind of things are you into, Ryan? I mean I think keeping sex toys in your locker deserves a rather harsh punishment," he said, tone slightly rough as he grabbed Ryan's wrists and pulled his arms above his head. Brendon then brought a knee up slowly and gently to right above the younger's crotch, keeping his body flush against the wall.
Ryan bit back the whimper that wanted to escape at being held against the wall by his admittedly super hot teacher. And wait - was he offering...? "Wh-what?" he exhaled shakily, vision going a little blurry at the thoughts his brain was conjuring up.
Brendon laughed, his teeth grazing Ryan's ear. "I can think of a LOT of things to do to punish you, Ryan. Maybe tie you down and spank you? Rim you until your begging to cum then pour could water on your cock?" he said, voice lavish and sultry as he spoke. "And of course I'll have to take you else where to punish you, I hope you don't make me tie you up to take you home." Brendon's then carefully moving his knee down, brushing it over Ryan's crotch. He has no clue if the younger is into pain and if he isn't he does NOT want to do something that would hurt him.
“Oh god," he muttered, biting back whatever other noises he would have made instead. "Are you... are you serious?" Ryan's brain was reeling, thinking of all the dirty things Mr. Urie could do to him - all the dirty things Ryan would let him do to him. "You know I could-" he stopped to control a gasp at the elder's knee against his crotch, "-get you into serious trouble for this. Sexual harassment, statutory rape charges. You- you'd have to file as a sex offender and you... you wouldn't be able to teach anymore." He was half hoping he could scare the elder away, and half hoping he was dead serious about this.
Brendon laughed, smirking slightly at Ryan. "I can see it in your eyes, Ryan. You want me to punish you and fuck you till you scream my name," he growls seductively, nibbling Ryan's neck slightly, shifting both of Ryan's wrists to one hand, the other traveling down to his chest. "But am I going to have to restrain you to take you away and punish you, Ryan?" he purrs, licking the shell of his student's ear
Ryan's breath was ragged, failing miserably at controlling himself. Well, if Mr. Urie really meant this... "N-no sir," he stammered, his voice shaky. "I-I'll go quietly." He could feel himself getting hard already.
Brendon smiled as he stared Ryan down a bit. "And I'm Brendon," he informs as he lets Ryan goes, grabbing his coat and briefcase before turning to Ryan. "I suggest you bring your toys with you, Ryan. I have plans to use them on you." Brendon then starts toward the door.
Nodding, Ryan quickly stuffed his collar and the plug into his backpack and followed after Mr. Urie - Brendon. "So, what exactly do you have planned?" he asked in his most seductive voice, suddenly cocky on an adrenaline high.
Brendon laughs "Oh that tone is going to cost you," he tells the younger, hearing the cockiness as he leads Ryan to his Audi and opening the door for the other, pausing as he hears the principle, Pete Wentz, calling his name. "Pete," he greets with a grin. When the older asks about Ryan, Brendon just looks sad. "His mom called him and said she couldn't come get him, to take the bus but he missed it. So I'm taking him home," he lied smoothly before sliding into the drivers seat and waving at Pete as they leave.
Ryan shoots Mr. Wentz a meek smile as they drive off before turning to Brendon. "Smoooooth," he compliments, drawing the word out. "But no, really, I want to know what you have in mind," he continued, stretching out in the passenger's seat, letting his girl t-shirt ride up a little to show off his killer hipbones that peeked out over his way-too-tight skinny jeans.
Brendon chuckles softly, "Thank you,” he says with a smile before frowning. "I'm not gonna tell you, Mr. I'm-so-fuckin-sexy-that-no-man-or-girl-can-resist-me," he tells Ryan with a smug smile, glancing at his hips and licking his lips. "Though you do have sexy hips," he compliments.
Ryan frowns for a second before simply smirking, knowing he'd get Brendon's attention that way. "Well, you couldn't resist me, could you?" he quips, shifting a little so that his half-hard cock wasn't so confined. "I think I rest my case."
Brendon chuckles softly, licking his lips as he pulled into his driveway, leading Ryan into his house and stopping in the living room. "Strip," he commands, the older taking on the demeanor of an alpha wolf as he watches Ryan, arms crossing over his chest as he waits.
A small grin curling the corners of his lips still, Ryan pulls off his shirt in one graceful motion, dropping it at his feet. Then, toeing off his shoes, he undoes his belt and jeans very matter-of-factly before letting them fall to the floor, his boxers following shortly after. Suddenly feeling exposed, completely naked and half-hard, he blushes a little, but refuses to look away from Brendon's eyes.
Brendon smirks slightly but still has the dominate air. "Follow me," he commands, motioning Ryan to follow and leading the younger to his bedroom before he pulls out a chest, pulling out of it four restraints, a cock ring and a gag. Brendon then licks his lips, humming to himself as he thinks if he should do anything else to Ryan.
Ryan flinched a little when he saw the cock ring, but the thought made him a little harder as well. He may have been a cocky bastard sometimes, but he knew how to follow orders. It was when he refused to follow orders that meant he wanted more, that whoever was domming wasn't nearly good enough for his tastes. He stood silently near the bed, awaiting Brendon's next move or command.
"Where is your plug and collar?" he asks, smiling as he digs in the box and pulls out a tube of lube and a plug with a cat tail, Brendon also pulling out a pair of cat ears. "Actually never mind on the plug, just bring me the collar," he looks over at Ryan, blinking expectantly.
Ryan obediently pulls his collar out of his bag, stepping over to present it to Brendon on his knees. He normally would have to ask whoever he was with to put it on him, as they were usually unused to this kind of kink. However, the way Brendon was pulling toys out like he owned an adult store, he figured Brendon would know what to do with it.
Brendon smirked, taking the collar and putting it on the other, making sure it wasn't too tight before attaching a leash to it. Brendon then bends and secures the cock ring on Ryan, meeting Ryan's eyes with a smirk. "On your hands and knees," he demands, giving the leash a rough tug.
Ryan's strong enough to have kept himself upright against the tug on the leash, but he drops to his hands instead, his cock twitching in the confines of the thin leather ring. He looks up to Brendon expectantly, his eyes a little glazed over and begging for more.
Brendon grins at Ryan as he picks up the plug with the cat tail and the bottle of lube, pouring some on Ryan's entrance and probing the younger gently and stretching him before pulling his fingers out and pouring some lube on the plug and pushing it into Ryan. He then stands and puts the cat ears on the younger and smirks. "Awww, such a cute kitty," he purrs before pulling a little remote out of nowhere and his grin turns devious as he clicks a button and the plug starts buzzing and vibrating.
Ryan bites his lip and groans as quietly as possible, unsure if Brendon wanted him to make noise or not, feeling his muscles clench tightly around the toy in his ass. He lets his fingernails dig into the carpet, the muscles in his back rippling as he tries not to arch into the plug.
Brendon smirks, knelling down and kissing Ryan before standing back up, tugging on the leash. "Come on Kitty, I'm hungry," he says, looking at Ryan with a smirk, leading the other into his kitchen.
Oh, Brendon was good. As best as he could, Ryan followed Brendon into his kitchen on hands and knees, trying not to make noise as the toy pressed into all the right places inside of him. His cock was aching by now, neglected, and Ryan bit the inside of his lip to keep from touching himself.
Brendon patted Ryan's head lovingly. "Good, Kitty," he purrs, grabbing a soda and downing some of it before grabbing a pop-tart and munching upon it, watching Ryan writhe and hold back moans. "Does Kitty want a snack?" he said with a smile.
All Ryan could think about at the moment was the buzzing in his ass and his painfully hard cock, but he nodded anyway. He had a small breakfast and he did skip lunch, after all.
Brendon smiled, getting out a bowl and thinking, tapping his chin before looking down at Ryan. "What would Kitty like to eat?" he asks Ryan, trying to think. He figures if Ryan is really hungry he'll make him dinner afterwards. "How bout some kitty food?" he asks grabbing a box of honey nut cheerios and pouring them in the bowl before putting it on the ground in front of Ryan, leaning against the counter as he watched the other.
Ryan almost went for it with his hands before stopping himself, knowing what Brendon was trying to pull. Leaning down to stick his face in the bowl, he picked up a few pieces of the cereal with his tongue before crunching on them daintily. If Brendon wanted him to play Kitty, he was gonna fucking play Kitty. He could feel his face go red at the degradation, and it only served to make him harder, if that was even possible.
Brendon smiled at the entertainment of Ryan eating the cereal out of the bowl on the floor. "You look adorable like that,” he says, letting his dominance slip for a moment as he smiled and watched Ryan look up at him with his eyes only as he crunched on cheerios. "I'll feed you real food after if you really are hungry,' he promises before he lets the dominance take back over, tugging the leash "Come here Kitty," he tells Ryan, leading the other back to his bedroom.
Ryan's body shuddered as he was half-dragged back to Brendon's bedroom, quickly swallowing the last bit of cereal in his mouth. He tried not to get his hopes up too quickly, but he couldn't help but pray to get off soon now that they were going back to Brendon's room. He knew it wasn't going to happen.
Brendon smirked, pulling Ryan up to his feet and kissing him before pushing him down on the bed and tying him up with a grin before pressing another button on the remote for the plug and it's vibrating triples. "I just thought of something else I'm going to do to you, Ryan," he spoke with a grin.
Ryan can't help it when he twitches violently against his restraints at the new sensation, back arching slightly and digging his ass into the bed. He lets out a small whimper before biting his lip, trying his best to relax back into the bed. He simply nods at Brendon's words, no longer able to pay much attention to their meaning.
Brendon smiles, fingers trailing over Ryan's chest. "Every time you come to my class you're going to have this plug inside of you. I'll have the remote. If you're good I'll just tease. If you're bad I'll make you cream your pants in front of the class." He's then debating what else he might do before outright fucking Ryan's brain out.
Ryan moans quietly, barely able to think as his vision blurs a little. If he could just get the cock ring off, he could probably come just listening to Brendon talk dirty. After a second, however, he thinks that he doesn't really want to come like that; he wants Brendon inside of him. He nods in agreement to Brendon's proposition, body craving a quick reprieve, mind wanting more torture.
Brendon laughs, dragging his nails down Ryan's chest before getting up and pulling the plug out and turning it off. "You like that, Ryan?" he asks before he takes Ryan's cock in his mouth and bobs his head quickly a few dozen times before pulling off and smirking, standing and moving to where he knew he was in Ryan's vision and putting on a very sexy strip tease as he takes off his clothes, pulling his boxers down enough to expose pubic hair but not his cock a few times before pulling them off and smirk as he strokes his hard cock. "You want my hard prick, Ryan?" he asks in a low voice
Ryan bites his tongue on every noise he wants to make until Brendon addresses him. "Fuck yes, please," he whimpers, grinding his ass back onto the bed in vain. God, he's never wanted someone's cock in his ass more than he does now. "Ungh, fuck me hard, Brendon, please."
Brendon laughs, lubing up his cock before climbing onto his bed between Ryan's legs and thrusting into him roughly. "Fuck you're tight," he growls, leaning down and biting on Ryan's collar bone before finding his lips as he thrusts, not waiting for Ryan's ok to move.
Ryan cries out loudly, pulling hard against his restraints as he writhes under Brendon. He can feel the burning stretch of Brendon's cock, but he revels in it, bucking his hips up into the elder's thrusts. He's so, so painfully close, but he can't come yet, held just beyond the edge of orgasm by the cock ring. "Oh, fuck..."
Brendon smirks, thrusting in and out of Ryan rough and hard, panting and moaning in low growls. He reaches down, undoing the cock ring as he feels his orgasm getting closer, the older running his fingers over Ryan's cock as he comes, moaning out Ryan's name.
Almost as soon as the pressure of the cock ring is gone, Brendon slams one last time into Ryan's prostate and makes him come hard, a breathy groan escaping his lips as his back arches clear off the bed. "Brendon... Brendon, god," he mutters through the aftershocks, going limp against his restraints, almost melting into the bed.
Brendon smirks as he slips out of Ryan, licking up his cum before freeing him of the restraints. "Mmmm... You have fun?" he questions as he pulls Ryan to him. "oh you hungry?" he asks, smiling at Ryan gently.
Ryan hums contentedly into Brendon's neck. "A little," he breathes, sated and tired. "Kinda just wanna lay here for a minute, though." He could use a good nap after all of that, but he's not going to ask.
Brendon nods, smiling as he holds Ryan to him, grinning softly. "You're really sexy, you know that?" he asked with a laugh.
Ryan manages to smirk against Brendon's soft skin, slinging a limp arm around him. "Yeah, I know," he replies cheekily, laughing. "You are too," he adds after a short pause.
Brendon smiles and laughs. "Thank you,” he says with a lazy smile.
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Ryan hoped to whatever higher being that would listen that no one could tell he had something up his ass when he walked into Brendon's class the next day of school. He'd walked around with a plug in his ass before, but he'd never done it in public. Taking his seat carefully, he shot Brendon a tight smile.
Brendon smiled at Ryan, his left hand in the pocket of his jacket, hand curled around the controller, pressing the button to turn the plug on to the lowest speed. "Ok class. Today we're going to be working on Keyboard," he informs, motioning to the rows of keyboards set up and there are soft grumbles as they have to get up and move, Brendon's eyes moving over Ryan in a way that if someone looked close they could tell it was more than just teacher.
Ryan tried not to flinch when the buzzing started without warning, closing his eyes for a second to compose himself before getting up to go to a keyboard with as normal a gait as he could manage. Either it was his imagination, or several kids were already giving him strange looks. He hoped to god he hadn't inadvertently done something wrong; he wasn't sure he could control himself if Brendon made him come in his pants.
Brendon smiled as he talked animatedly about the piano, talking about tempos and rhythms with a huge smile on his face as he spoke. It showed that when it came to music Brendon was a kid at heart. "Ryan... can you tell me how beats a quarter note has?" he asks the younger, looking at him with a smile, turning the plug up a notch.
"Uhm," Ryan faltered, catching himself before his voice wavered too much, shifting slightly in his seat. "One beat, M-mr. Urie." He may have been a little distracted, but he knew his music.
Brendon nods and smiles, another of those smiles with a hidden sexyness. "Thank you Ryan, that's correct," he then goes on talking about them, how they work and what-not. Brendon's main interment is piano and he loves it. "I want you all to play the piece on page 27, Ode To Joy." Brendon gives Ryan a hidden smirk as he turns the plug up more.
Ryan bites the inside of his lip as the vibration goes up again, his hands shaking as he turns the pages of the music book. He had been trying his best to keep from getting hard in fucking class, but now he can't help it, trying to keep his face from going red as well when he feels his prick warm and hard against his inner thigh. Focusing hard on the little notes on the page, he played the song Brendon had instructed them to play, messing up a little here and there.
Brendon instructs them to play a few more songs before giving them 10 minuets of free time to play whatever they pleased, all during the class varying the speed of the plug's vibration, from just below it's fastest speed to barely anything at all. Brendon then finds Ryan's eyes, a question in the older's chocolate eyes as he licks his lips, 'how much would you love to come right now?'
Ryan's nearly trembling, thighs pressed tightly together and his hands curled around the edge of his seat, willing himself not to do something embarrassing. He sees the question in Brendon's eyes and bites his lip, turning his best pleading face on Brendon. He's really not sure how much more he can take of this endless teasing.
Brendon smirks and gives a slight side to side movement of his head, turning the plug so it's one setting above the lowest. "Ryan why aren't you playing?" he asks, obviously dragging the torture out more. He wasn't going to let Ryan get off until school was over and he could suck him off.
"Wrist cramp," he shoots back quickly, grabbing his left wrist and massaging it when curious students turned to look at them. "I think I might be getting carpal tunnel," he adds, hoping the few who were staring at him would turn back around. He knows that carpal tunnel doesn't make your wrist hurt, but doubts the others are that smart.
Brendon nods, frowning and faking worry. "Do you need to see the nurse?" he asks as the bell rings, singling the end of the day and he smiles at his class, assigning homework before dismissing them. He walks over to Ryan once everyone is gone and he grabs the younger's crotch roughly before undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, Brendon bringing his lips down around Ryan's cock and sucking hard as he turns the plug to it's highest setting. Brendon could feel the vibrations resonating in Ryan's body as he sucked on his student's dick.
Ryan bites off a desperate moan, toes curling in his shoes as he threads his fingers into Brendon's hair. The vibration from the plug is almost too much coupled with Brendon's mouth on his cock, pushing him to the edge fast. "Oh, fuck...," he mutters in warning, tugging a little on Brendon's hair.
Brendon keeps bobbing and sucking on Ryan's cock, a hand coming up and cupping his balls, messaging them carefully. He then pulls off, licking around the head of the younger's cock roughly before going back and sucking hard again, flicking his eyes up to Ryan's.
Pete had been needing to talk to Brendon for a bit. He hadn't wanted to bother the music teacher while he was with a student, but when he walked into the room silently he found Brendon bent over that same boy, his cock buried in deep in Brendon's mouth. Pete moved so he was lurking in the shadows, watching the two.
Ryan's eyes met Brendon's and he couldn't hold on any longer, a small noise escaping his mouth before he clapped his free hand over it. Breathing heavily through his nose, Ryan came with a muffled groan, gripping Brendon's hair tightly and shuddering through the aftershocks.
Brendon turned off the plug, smiling around Ryan's cock as he sucked hard, getting all of Ryan's come that he could before pulling off. Some dribbled down his mouth as he swallowed before kissing Ryan in a gentle loving way, before he pulled away and looked at Ryan. "Good boy," he purrs, licking up the side of Ryan's face and biting his ear before whispering "You should take care of me now."
Pete sighs softly, moving forward. "Brendon," he calls in a stern voice to the other teacher. "Brendon step away from him, step away from the student."
Ryan freezes at Mr. Wentz's voice, eyes going wide. "Shit," he hisses, quickly tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up, his face burning. He chances a glance at Brendon, suddenly a little worried.
Brendon's face pales slightly and he knows he's in trouble, hell he could go to jail. "What do you want, Pete? What I'm doing is consensual." He says as he stands from the piano bench, turning to face the slightly shorter man. Brendon sighed, slightly embarrassed at being caught, AND having a huge budge in his jeans.
Pete glared at Brendon. "Consensual or not, you're a 24 year old man, and Ryan is a minor. Not only that, you're also his teacher. There are laws against this, Brendon Urie," Pete scolds before turning on Ryan. "And you. You're not even old enough to consent anyway."
Brendon looks down at his shoes, licking his lip nervously. "He's a month shy of his 18th birthday for christ's sake! He could transfer out of my class!" Brendon's voice sounds a little desperate, the older obviously terrified Pete was going to have him arrested for statutory rape. "And most married couples have an age difference of 5 to 7 years. I'm only six years older than him."
Brendon then sighs and shakes his head, "Pete, Ashlee is SEVEN years younger than you!"
Pete doesn't feel the need to explain laws to someone who should know better. "I should have you arrested for this, Urie," he continues like Brendon never said anything. "The police don't care about logistics. They only care about upholding the law."
Brendon's face crumples and the teacher looks broken. "Pete... No... No you can't do that, please," he begs, voice coming out in a whisper and it's clear Brendon's close to tears. They can't take away his music, his freedom, his Ryan.
Ryan finally stands up. "Mr. Wentz, please," he begins calmly, looking the elder man in the eye. "You know as well as I do that Br- Mr. Urie is a good person. You know I don't get in trouble, ever." Ryan twines his fingers together, knowing this is Brendon's only chance. "Please... just this once."
Pete sighs, looking from Brendon to Ryan and back again. "I should have you arrested," he repeats, looking slightly defeated. "But I'll let it go this once. But-" he cuts Ryan off as he sees his eyes sparkle excitedly. "But, I never want to see you two in a situation that I could consider misconduct ever again. If I do, I'm going to have to call you in," he warns, looking pointedly at Brendon.
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Brendon smiles as he takes Ryan's hand and leads the younger to the restaurant's entrance, both boys dressed nicely. It was Ryan's 18th birthday and Brendon had stolen the other from his family to take him to dinner. The restaurant was a fancy one, called Dolce Veda. Brendon smiled at the man behind the podium, telling him they had reservations for two. The man led them away to a table, Brendon scooting into the booth first and pulling Ryan in on his side, wanting the other close. He smiles and presses a light kiss to the younger's lips "Happy birthday Ry," he says sweetly.
Ryan blushes slightly, snuggling into Brendon's side. "I can't believe you're doing this for me, Bren," he says for the millionth time, the awe in his voice still lingering even after the fact. He was here, with Brendon, in probably the fanciest restaurant in town, and it was his birthday. He can't stop the stupid grin on his face as he kisses Brendon back.
Brendon grins, brushing some hair out of the younger's eyes. "Well you're legally mine now..." He then snickers at his phrasing. "I mean legally I can have you now," Brendon smiles and kisses Ryan again before a waitress pops up, asking what they'd like to drink. Brendon smiles at her gently and orders a glass of white wine, giving Ryan a look, obviously telling the other he can't even try to order something alcoholic.
Ryan pursed his lips at Brendon in mock irritation before ordering a Dr. Pepper, turning to give Brendon a smug look when the waitress disappeared. "Mmm, that's the only reason you're doing this then," he hums coyly, fluttering his eyelashes. "You just want in my pants. I see how this is."
Brendon laughs, draping an arm lightly around Ryan's shoulders "Mmmmaybe," he purrs softly in Ryan's ear, Brendon's hand caressing Ryan's cheek lightly before he whispers softly, "And if you really want some alcohol I'll let you have some... When we get home." Brendon had found out about Ryan's dad and had let the other come stay whenever he needed which had turned out to be a lot. Now when Ryan said he was going home he ment Brendon's house and the older was flattered by this.
Pete then walked in with Ashlee on his arm, the slightly shorter smiling at the girl as he motioned to a booth, letting he slide in before sliding in next to her.
Ryan nuzzles Brendon's cheek lightly, smiling. "That would be cool by me," he whispers back, bringing his hand up to tangle his fingers with Brendon's on the hand dangling over his shoulder. "And if you let me have some I'll let you have some of this," he continues even lower, nudging Brendon with his thigh and pressing even closer, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.
Brendon chuckles softly, letting Ryan's tongue into his mouth, a hand coming up to cup Ryan's face as they kiss. Brendon really didn't care if this was considered rude to other people. It was Ryan's birthday and Brendon wanted to give him an amazing birthday. He then pulls away slowly, lips brushing Ryan's as he speaks "We should look at the menu and see what we want to eat." he says softly, pulling away and opening the menu. Brendon grimaces slightly at the prices but looks down at Ryan, kissing the younger's temple. "Get whatever sounds good. Price doesn't matter."
Pete glances around the restaurant, eyes falling on Ryan in Brendon's arms, the two exchanging a rather sensual kiss before Brendon's speaking. Pete can't hear what the music teacher is saying but he frowns. He had warned them if he ever saw any misconduct again he would call the cops. Pete pulled out his phone and called the police department, reporting what was going on.
Ryan smiles gratefully up at Brendon before turning to his menu, trying not to pay too much attention to the prices. He ends up picking out something on the cheaper side anyway, but only because he genuinely wanted to eat that dish. Price be damned.
Brendon smiles, also ordering something on the cheaper side, handing both menus to the waitress and pulling Ryan almost into his lap and holding him lovingly. "Will you move in with me? Officially?" Brendon asks softly, kissing Ryan's temple as he holds the younger, just breathing in his sent and smiling.
Ryan gasps a little at Brendon's offer, biting his lip on a sheepish smile. "I-I'd be... I mean, that's a... Y-yes," he finally stuttered out, throwing his arms around Brendon rather childishly and hugging him tight.
An officer enters the restaurant, asking the host for his reservation book. He easily finds the last name of Urie and asks the host to lead him to their table. The host recruits a young waitress to lead him to their table, and the officer clears his throat when she leaves him there, looking down his nose at the two young men wrapped up in each other in the booth. "How are you boys doing tonight?" he asks gruffly, readying himself for anything.
Brendon grins happily, kissing Ryan softly and mumbling "We'll move all your stuff to my house this weekend, ok?" Brendon jumps a bit at the officer's voice, glancing up at the older man and trying to keep the color in his face, knowing it would make him look guilty if he paled, no questions asked. "Hello, Officer, what can we do for you this evening?" Brendon asks politely as he glances at Ryan and then looks back up at the officer.
Ryan tries to keep his cool and keeps his head down, pulling his phone out of his pocket and playing with it so that he looks preoccupied.
"Well sir, I got a call a minute ago about a Mr. Urie and a Mr. Ross having an improper relationship, as one is a minor and a student, and the other is his teacher," the officer explains plainly, obviously having dealt with much more pressing matters before. "You two boys know anything about that?"
Brendon nibbles on his lip nervously, not being able to lie, no matter how much he wanted too, he sighed softly. "I'm Brendon Urie, Sir. This is Ryan Ross. Yes, I am his music teacher but he's 18 today, he tells the officer, noticing Pete walk over with a disapproving expression and Brendon just looks up at his friend with a slight horror on his face. "Pete? What the hell? He's 18! I'm not doing anything illegal anymore!" he snaps slightly.
Pete crosses his arms as he stands next to the officer. "Anymore being the keyword, Brendon, and how do we know you're not lying and just saying this so you won't end up in jail?" he asks harshly
"Mr. Wentz, I actually can't do anything unless Mr. Ross here is underage this very second. You got an ID on you, son?" the officer asks gently, eyeing Ryan slumped over in his seat, fiddling with his phone in his lap.
Ryan looks up at the officer with big, innocent eyes and nods, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He takes out his recently renewed driver's license and hands it to the officer. "I really am 18," he asserts quietly, taking Brendon's hand.
Brendon smiles at Ryan gently, thumb brushing over his knuckles lovingly as he looks back up to the officer and Pete, glaring slightly at Pete. "You this is a really shitty thing to do to me, Pete. You can't help who you fall in love with." he says in a slight growl, obviously pissed at the shorter man.
Pete rolls his eyes. "You know what, Urie? Come in tomorrow and clean your shit out of the music room. You're fired." he says before walking away.
Ryan squeezes Brendon's hand comfortingly, hoping the, "You'll find another job, a better one at that," gets through to him.
The officer hands Ryan's license back to him. "Well, you boys are telling the truth, everything's legal here, nothing I can do. You two have a nice night," he says, beginning to walk off. "Oh, and happy birthday, son," he adds with a small smile, leaving the two alone.
Brendon nods to the officer, hanging his head slightly and running his hands through his hair. He heard what Ryan said but he was just so miserable. that was the only job he had since he got out of college and he liked it a lot. "My old high school needs a music teacher..." he mumbles to Ryan, trying to keep himself together. "But I really don't want to teach there." Brendon then looks at Ryan with a small smile. "I can put this off till later. It's your birthday and I'm ruining it right now," he says softly.
Ryan smiles gently and kisses Brendon's cheek. "You're not ruining it," he argues, snuggling close. "This is the best birthday ever. I have you."
Author:i_love_jersey , meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17 [What else should one be expecting by now?]
Warning: Age difference [17 to 24 and then 18 to 24], Bden makes Ryan act like a cat xD, Toys are used, Ryan gets tied down. I think that's it. This is pretty kinky, though ^^
Pairing: Ryden/ Rydon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Brendon finds some things he shouldn't find in Ryan's locker.
Word Count: 6,063
Disclaimer: FAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
Beta: meiloslyther and i_love_jersey
Author Notes: I really haven't been writing anything besides the RPs with meiloslyther :|. I NEED to finish xbrittxwentzx's Rydencer thresome :/. But I'm lazy.
Brendon sighs as he waits for Ryan to enter his classroom, the collar and butt-plug the teacher had found in Ryan's locker sitting on his desk. Brendon looks up at Ryan as he enters, raising an eyebrow at him.
Ryan is so pissed right now; someone had taken his collar and his plug out of his locker, and now he had to come after school to see his fucking music teacher. He sighed as he entered the door and immediately looked over to where Mr. Urie was waiting next to his desk with - oh fuck - his collar and his butt-plug on his desk.
Brendon tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting for an explanation, but when Ryan still didn't speak he sighed. "Ryan did you know it's illegal for minors to buy sex toys in Nevada?" he asks as he looks over to the tall and skinny boy, taking in his frame. "And I know you're only a few months shy of your 18th birthday," he says as Ryan opens his mouth, Brendon assuming it was to argue about his age.
Ryan clamps his mouth shut, knowing he was caught with his age. "I um. I was keeping them for a friend." Ryan quickly started thinking of someone he knew that was 18 or over that would legit help him out. There was always Jon, but he didn't know that Ryan was into that kind of stuff, let alone into that stuff himself. Fuck, he thought, he needed some more friends.
Brendon quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Who might this friend be?" he inquires, crossing his arms over his chest. as he advances slightly on the younger boy.
Fuck, Ryan was in deep shit. "Uhm, my friend Jon. He's 18, but he shares his locker with someone else." The only reason Jon was even still in high school was because of some mishap in middle school that he didn't exactly know the specifics of. "He asked if he could leave them in my locker until after school." he was actually starting to sound convincing even to himself.
Brendon raises an eyebrow as he lets his arms fall to his sides, looking entirely sceptical. "I don't believe you," he says simply, grabbing Ryan carefully and pushing him up against the wall of the classroom. "So what kind of things are you into, Ryan? I mean I think keeping sex toys in your locker deserves a rather harsh punishment," he said, tone slightly rough as he grabbed Ryan's wrists and pulled his arms above his head. Brendon then brought a knee up slowly and gently to right above the younger's crotch, keeping his body flush against the wall.
Ryan bit back the whimper that wanted to escape at being held against the wall by his admittedly super hot teacher. And wait - was he offering...? "Wh-what?" he exhaled shakily, vision going a little blurry at the thoughts his brain was conjuring up.
Brendon laughed, his teeth grazing Ryan's ear. "I can think of a LOT of things to do to punish you, Ryan. Maybe tie you down and spank you? Rim you until your begging to cum then pour could water on your cock?" he said, voice lavish and sultry as he spoke. "And of course I'll have to take you else where to punish you, I hope you don't make me tie you up to take you home." Brendon's then carefully moving his knee down, brushing it over Ryan's crotch. He has no clue if the younger is into pain and if he isn't he does NOT want to do something that would hurt him.
“Oh god," he muttered, biting back whatever other noises he would have made instead. "Are you... are you serious?" Ryan's brain was reeling, thinking of all the dirty things Mr. Urie could do to him - all the dirty things Ryan would let him do to him. "You know I could-" he stopped to control a gasp at the elder's knee against his crotch, "-get you into serious trouble for this. Sexual harassment, statutory rape charges. You- you'd have to file as a sex offender and you... you wouldn't be able to teach anymore." He was half hoping he could scare the elder away, and half hoping he was dead serious about this.
Brendon laughed, smirking slightly at Ryan. "I can see it in your eyes, Ryan. You want me to punish you and fuck you till you scream my name," he growls seductively, nibbling Ryan's neck slightly, shifting both of Ryan's wrists to one hand, the other traveling down to his chest. "But am I going to have to restrain you to take you away and punish you, Ryan?" he purrs, licking the shell of his student's ear
Ryan's breath was ragged, failing miserably at controlling himself. Well, if Mr. Urie really meant this... "N-no sir," he stammered, his voice shaky. "I-I'll go quietly." He could feel himself getting hard already.
Brendon smiled as he stared Ryan down a bit. "And I'm Brendon," he informs as he lets Ryan goes, grabbing his coat and briefcase before turning to Ryan. "I suggest you bring your toys with you, Ryan. I have plans to use them on you." Brendon then starts toward the door.
Nodding, Ryan quickly stuffed his collar and the plug into his backpack and followed after Mr. Urie - Brendon. "So, what exactly do you have planned?" he asked in his most seductive voice, suddenly cocky on an adrenaline high.
Brendon laughs "Oh that tone is going to cost you," he tells the younger, hearing the cockiness as he leads Ryan to his Audi and opening the door for the other, pausing as he hears the principle, Pete Wentz, calling his name. "Pete," he greets with a grin. When the older asks about Ryan, Brendon just looks sad. "His mom called him and said she couldn't come get him, to take the bus but he missed it. So I'm taking him home," he lied smoothly before sliding into the drivers seat and waving at Pete as they leave.
Ryan shoots Mr. Wentz a meek smile as they drive off before turning to Brendon. "Smoooooth," he compliments, drawing the word out. "But no, really, I want to know what you have in mind," he continued, stretching out in the passenger's seat, letting his girl t-shirt ride up a little to show off his killer hipbones that peeked out over his way-too-tight skinny jeans.
Brendon chuckles softly, "Thank you,” he says with a smile before frowning. "I'm not gonna tell you, Mr. I'm-so-fuckin-sexy-that-no-man-or-girl-can-resist-me," he tells Ryan with a smug smile, glancing at his hips and licking his lips. "Though you do have sexy hips," he compliments.
Ryan frowns for a second before simply smirking, knowing he'd get Brendon's attention that way. "Well, you couldn't resist me, could you?" he quips, shifting a little so that his half-hard cock wasn't so confined. "I think I rest my case."
Brendon chuckles softly, licking his lips as he pulled into his driveway, leading Ryan into his house and stopping in the living room. "Strip," he commands, the older taking on the demeanor of an alpha wolf as he watches Ryan, arms crossing over his chest as he waits.
A small grin curling the corners of his lips still, Ryan pulls off his shirt in one graceful motion, dropping it at his feet. Then, toeing off his shoes, he undoes his belt and jeans very matter-of-factly before letting them fall to the floor, his boxers following shortly after. Suddenly feeling exposed, completely naked and half-hard, he blushes a little, but refuses to look away from Brendon's eyes.
Brendon smirks slightly but still has the dominate air. "Follow me," he commands, motioning Ryan to follow and leading the younger to his bedroom before he pulls out a chest, pulling out of it four restraints, a cock ring and a gag. Brendon then licks his lips, humming to himself as he thinks if he should do anything else to Ryan.
Ryan flinched a little when he saw the cock ring, but the thought made him a little harder as well. He may have been a cocky bastard sometimes, but he knew how to follow orders. It was when he refused to follow orders that meant he wanted more, that whoever was domming wasn't nearly good enough for his tastes. He stood silently near the bed, awaiting Brendon's next move or command.
"Where is your plug and collar?" he asks, smiling as he digs in the box and pulls out a tube of lube and a plug with a cat tail, Brendon also pulling out a pair of cat ears. "Actually never mind on the plug, just bring me the collar," he looks over at Ryan, blinking expectantly.
Ryan obediently pulls his collar out of his bag, stepping over to present it to Brendon on his knees. He normally would have to ask whoever he was with to put it on him, as they were usually unused to this kind of kink. However, the way Brendon was pulling toys out like he owned an adult store, he figured Brendon would know what to do with it.
Brendon smirked, taking the collar and putting it on the other, making sure it wasn't too tight before attaching a leash to it. Brendon then bends and secures the cock ring on Ryan, meeting Ryan's eyes with a smirk. "On your hands and knees," he demands, giving the leash a rough tug.
Ryan's strong enough to have kept himself upright against the tug on the leash, but he drops to his hands instead, his cock twitching in the confines of the thin leather ring. He looks up to Brendon expectantly, his eyes a little glazed over and begging for more.
Brendon grins at Ryan as he picks up the plug with the cat tail and the bottle of lube, pouring some on Ryan's entrance and probing the younger gently and stretching him before pulling his fingers out and pouring some lube on the plug and pushing it into Ryan. He then stands and puts the cat ears on the younger and smirks. "Awww, such a cute kitty," he purrs before pulling a little remote out of nowhere and his grin turns devious as he clicks a button and the plug starts buzzing and vibrating.
Ryan bites his lip and groans as quietly as possible, unsure if Brendon wanted him to make noise or not, feeling his muscles clench tightly around the toy in his ass. He lets his fingernails dig into the carpet, the muscles in his back rippling as he tries not to arch into the plug.
Brendon smirks, knelling down and kissing Ryan before standing back up, tugging on the leash. "Come on Kitty, I'm hungry," he says, looking at Ryan with a smirk, leading the other into his kitchen.
Oh, Brendon was good. As best as he could, Ryan followed Brendon into his kitchen on hands and knees, trying not to make noise as the toy pressed into all the right places inside of him. His cock was aching by now, neglected, and Ryan bit the inside of his lip to keep from touching himself.
Brendon patted Ryan's head lovingly. "Good, Kitty," he purrs, grabbing a soda and downing some of it before grabbing a pop-tart and munching upon it, watching Ryan writhe and hold back moans. "Does Kitty want a snack?" he said with a smile.
All Ryan could think about at the moment was the buzzing in his ass and his painfully hard cock, but he nodded anyway. He had a small breakfast and he did skip lunch, after all.
Brendon smiled, getting out a bowl and thinking, tapping his chin before looking down at Ryan. "What would Kitty like to eat?" he asks Ryan, trying to think. He figures if Ryan is really hungry he'll make him dinner afterwards. "How bout some kitty food?" he asks grabbing a box of honey nut cheerios and pouring them in the bowl before putting it on the ground in front of Ryan, leaning against the counter as he watched the other.
Ryan almost went for it with his hands before stopping himself, knowing what Brendon was trying to pull. Leaning down to stick his face in the bowl, he picked up a few pieces of the cereal with his tongue before crunching on them daintily. If Brendon wanted him to play Kitty, he was gonna fucking play Kitty. He could feel his face go red at the degradation, and it only served to make him harder, if that was even possible.
Brendon smiled at the entertainment of Ryan eating the cereal out of the bowl on the floor. "You look adorable like that,” he says, letting his dominance slip for a moment as he smiled and watched Ryan look up at him with his eyes only as he crunched on cheerios. "I'll feed you real food after if you really are hungry,' he promises before he lets the dominance take back over, tugging the leash "Come here Kitty," he tells Ryan, leading the other back to his bedroom.
Ryan's body shuddered as he was half-dragged back to Brendon's bedroom, quickly swallowing the last bit of cereal in his mouth. He tried not to get his hopes up too quickly, but he couldn't help but pray to get off soon now that they were going back to Brendon's room. He knew it wasn't going to happen.
Brendon smirked, pulling Ryan up to his feet and kissing him before pushing him down on the bed and tying him up with a grin before pressing another button on the remote for the plug and it's vibrating triples. "I just thought of something else I'm going to do to you, Ryan," he spoke with a grin.
Ryan can't help it when he twitches violently against his restraints at the new sensation, back arching slightly and digging his ass into the bed. He lets out a small whimper before biting his lip, trying his best to relax back into the bed. He simply nods at Brendon's words, no longer able to pay much attention to their meaning.
Brendon smiles, fingers trailing over Ryan's chest. "Every time you come to my class you're going to have this plug inside of you. I'll have the remote. If you're good I'll just tease. If you're bad I'll make you cream your pants in front of the class." He's then debating what else he might do before outright fucking Ryan's brain out.
Ryan moans quietly, barely able to think as his vision blurs a little. If he could just get the cock ring off, he could probably come just listening to Brendon talk dirty. After a second, however, he thinks that he doesn't really want to come like that; he wants Brendon inside of him. He nods in agreement to Brendon's proposition, body craving a quick reprieve, mind wanting more torture.
Brendon laughs, dragging his nails down Ryan's chest before getting up and pulling the plug out and turning it off. "You like that, Ryan?" he asks before he takes Ryan's cock in his mouth and bobs his head quickly a few dozen times before pulling off and smirking, standing and moving to where he knew he was in Ryan's vision and putting on a very sexy strip tease as he takes off his clothes, pulling his boxers down enough to expose pubic hair but not his cock a few times before pulling them off and smirk as he strokes his hard cock. "You want my hard prick, Ryan?" he asks in a low voice
Ryan bites his tongue on every noise he wants to make until Brendon addresses him. "Fuck yes, please," he whimpers, grinding his ass back onto the bed in vain. God, he's never wanted someone's cock in his ass more than he does now. "Ungh, fuck me hard, Brendon, please."
Brendon laughs, lubing up his cock before climbing onto his bed between Ryan's legs and thrusting into him roughly. "Fuck you're tight," he growls, leaning down and biting on Ryan's collar bone before finding his lips as he thrusts, not waiting for Ryan's ok to move.
Ryan cries out loudly, pulling hard against his restraints as he writhes under Brendon. He can feel the burning stretch of Brendon's cock, but he revels in it, bucking his hips up into the elder's thrusts. He's so, so painfully close, but he can't come yet, held just beyond the edge of orgasm by the cock ring. "Oh, fuck..."
Brendon smirks, thrusting in and out of Ryan rough and hard, panting and moaning in low growls. He reaches down, undoing the cock ring as he feels his orgasm getting closer, the older running his fingers over Ryan's cock as he comes, moaning out Ryan's name.
Almost as soon as the pressure of the cock ring is gone, Brendon slams one last time into Ryan's prostate and makes him come hard, a breathy groan escaping his lips as his back arches clear off the bed. "Brendon... Brendon, god," he mutters through the aftershocks, going limp against his restraints, almost melting into the bed.
Brendon smirks as he slips out of Ryan, licking up his cum before freeing him of the restraints. "Mmmm... You have fun?" he questions as he pulls Ryan to him. "oh you hungry?" he asks, smiling at Ryan gently.
Ryan hums contentedly into Brendon's neck. "A little," he breathes, sated and tired. "Kinda just wanna lay here for a minute, though." He could use a good nap after all of that, but he's not going to ask.
Brendon nods, smiling as he holds Ryan to him, grinning softly. "You're really sexy, you know that?" he asked with a laugh.
Ryan manages to smirk against Brendon's soft skin, slinging a limp arm around him. "Yeah, I know," he replies cheekily, laughing. "You are too," he adds after a short pause.
Brendon smiles and laughs. "Thank you,” he says with a lazy smile.
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Ryan hoped to whatever higher being that would listen that no one could tell he had something up his ass when he walked into Brendon's class the next day of school. He'd walked around with a plug in his ass before, but he'd never done it in public. Taking his seat carefully, he shot Brendon a tight smile.
Brendon smiled at Ryan, his left hand in the pocket of his jacket, hand curled around the controller, pressing the button to turn the plug on to the lowest speed. "Ok class. Today we're going to be working on Keyboard," he informs, motioning to the rows of keyboards set up and there are soft grumbles as they have to get up and move, Brendon's eyes moving over Ryan in a way that if someone looked close they could tell it was more than just teacher.
Ryan tried not to flinch when the buzzing started without warning, closing his eyes for a second to compose himself before getting up to go to a keyboard with as normal a gait as he could manage. Either it was his imagination, or several kids were already giving him strange looks. He hoped to god he hadn't inadvertently done something wrong; he wasn't sure he could control himself if Brendon made him come in his pants.
Brendon smiled as he talked animatedly about the piano, talking about tempos and rhythms with a huge smile on his face as he spoke. It showed that when it came to music Brendon was a kid at heart. "Ryan... can you tell me how beats a quarter note has?" he asks the younger, looking at him with a smile, turning the plug up a notch.
"Uhm," Ryan faltered, catching himself before his voice wavered too much, shifting slightly in his seat. "One beat, M-mr. Urie." He may have been a little distracted, but he knew his music.
Brendon nods and smiles, another of those smiles with a hidden sexyness. "Thank you Ryan, that's correct," he then goes on talking about them, how they work and what-not. Brendon's main interment is piano and he loves it. "I want you all to play the piece on page 27, Ode To Joy." Brendon gives Ryan a hidden smirk as he turns the plug up more.
Ryan bites the inside of his lip as the vibration goes up again, his hands shaking as he turns the pages of the music book. He had been trying his best to keep from getting hard in fucking class, but now he can't help it, trying to keep his face from going red as well when he feels his prick warm and hard against his inner thigh. Focusing hard on the little notes on the page, he played the song Brendon had instructed them to play, messing up a little here and there.
Brendon instructs them to play a few more songs before giving them 10 minuets of free time to play whatever they pleased, all during the class varying the speed of the plug's vibration, from just below it's fastest speed to barely anything at all. Brendon then finds Ryan's eyes, a question in the older's chocolate eyes as he licks his lips, 'how much would you love to come right now?'
Ryan's nearly trembling, thighs pressed tightly together and his hands curled around the edge of his seat, willing himself not to do something embarrassing. He sees the question in Brendon's eyes and bites his lip, turning his best pleading face on Brendon. He's really not sure how much more he can take of this endless teasing.
Brendon smirks and gives a slight side to side movement of his head, turning the plug so it's one setting above the lowest. "Ryan why aren't you playing?" he asks, obviously dragging the torture out more. He wasn't going to let Ryan get off until school was over and he could suck him off.
"Wrist cramp," he shoots back quickly, grabbing his left wrist and massaging it when curious students turned to look at them. "I think I might be getting carpal tunnel," he adds, hoping the few who were staring at him would turn back around. He knows that carpal tunnel doesn't make your wrist hurt, but doubts the others are that smart.
Brendon nods, frowning and faking worry. "Do you need to see the nurse?" he asks as the bell rings, singling the end of the day and he smiles at his class, assigning homework before dismissing them. He walks over to Ryan once everyone is gone and he grabs the younger's crotch roughly before undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, Brendon bringing his lips down around Ryan's cock and sucking hard as he turns the plug to it's highest setting. Brendon could feel the vibrations resonating in Ryan's body as he sucked on his student's dick.
Ryan bites off a desperate moan, toes curling in his shoes as he threads his fingers into Brendon's hair. The vibration from the plug is almost too much coupled with Brendon's mouth on his cock, pushing him to the edge fast. "Oh, fuck...," he mutters in warning, tugging a little on Brendon's hair.
Brendon keeps bobbing and sucking on Ryan's cock, a hand coming up and cupping his balls, messaging them carefully. He then pulls off, licking around the head of the younger's cock roughly before going back and sucking hard again, flicking his eyes up to Ryan's.
Pete had been needing to talk to Brendon for a bit. He hadn't wanted to bother the music teacher while he was with a student, but when he walked into the room silently he found Brendon bent over that same boy, his cock buried in deep in Brendon's mouth. Pete moved so he was lurking in the shadows, watching the two.
Ryan's eyes met Brendon's and he couldn't hold on any longer, a small noise escaping his mouth before he clapped his free hand over it. Breathing heavily through his nose, Ryan came with a muffled groan, gripping Brendon's hair tightly and shuddering through the aftershocks.
Brendon turned off the plug, smiling around Ryan's cock as he sucked hard, getting all of Ryan's come that he could before pulling off. Some dribbled down his mouth as he swallowed before kissing Ryan in a gentle loving way, before he pulled away and looked at Ryan. "Good boy," he purrs, licking up the side of Ryan's face and biting his ear before whispering "You should take care of me now."
Pete sighs softly, moving forward. "Brendon," he calls in a stern voice to the other teacher. "Brendon step away from him, step away from the student."
Ryan freezes at Mr. Wentz's voice, eyes going wide. "Shit," he hisses, quickly tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up, his face burning. He chances a glance at Brendon, suddenly a little worried.
Brendon's face pales slightly and he knows he's in trouble, hell he could go to jail. "What do you want, Pete? What I'm doing is consensual." He says as he stands from the piano bench, turning to face the slightly shorter man. Brendon sighed, slightly embarrassed at being caught, AND having a huge budge in his jeans.
Pete glared at Brendon. "Consensual or not, you're a 24 year old man, and Ryan is a minor. Not only that, you're also his teacher. There are laws against this, Brendon Urie," Pete scolds before turning on Ryan. "And you. You're not even old enough to consent anyway."
Brendon looks down at his shoes, licking his lip nervously. "He's a month shy of his 18th birthday for christ's sake! He could transfer out of my class!" Brendon's voice sounds a little desperate, the older obviously terrified Pete was going to have him arrested for statutory rape. "And most married couples have an age difference of 5 to 7 years. I'm only six years older than him."
Brendon then sighs and shakes his head, "Pete, Ashlee is SEVEN years younger than you!"
Pete doesn't feel the need to explain laws to someone who should know better. "I should have you arrested for this, Urie," he continues like Brendon never said anything. "The police don't care about logistics. They only care about upholding the law."
Brendon's face crumples and the teacher looks broken. "Pete... No... No you can't do that, please," he begs, voice coming out in a whisper and it's clear Brendon's close to tears. They can't take away his music, his freedom, his Ryan.
Ryan finally stands up. "Mr. Wentz, please," he begins calmly, looking the elder man in the eye. "You know as well as I do that Br- Mr. Urie is a good person. You know I don't get in trouble, ever." Ryan twines his fingers together, knowing this is Brendon's only chance. "Please... just this once."
Pete sighs, looking from Brendon to Ryan and back again. "I should have you arrested," he repeats, looking slightly defeated. "But I'll let it go this once. But-" he cuts Ryan off as he sees his eyes sparkle excitedly. "But, I never want to see you two in a situation that I could consider misconduct ever again. If I do, I'm going to have to call you in," he warns, looking pointedly at Brendon.
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Brendon smiles as he takes Ryan's hand and leads the younger to the restaurant's entrance, both boys dressed nicely. It was Ryan's 18th birthday and Brendon had stolen the other from his family to take him to dinner. The restaurant was a fancy one, called Dolce Veda. Brendon smiled at the man behind the podium, telling him they had reservations for two. The man led them away to a table, Brendon scooting into the booth first and pulling Ryan in on his side, wanting the other close. He smiles and presses a light kiss to the younger's lips "Happy birthday Ry," he says sweetly.
Ryan blushes slightly, snuggling into Brendon's side. "I can't believe you're doing this for me, Bren," he says for the millionth time, the awe in his voice still lingering even after the fact. He was here, with Brendon, in probably the fanciest restaurant in town, and it was his birthday. He can't stop the stupid grin on his face as he kisses Brendon back.
Brendon grins, brushing some hair out of the younger's eyes. "Well you're legally mine now..." He then snickers at his phrasing. "I mean legally I can have you now," Brendon smiles and kisses Ryan again before a waitress pops up, asking what they'd like to drink. Brendon smiles at her gently and orders a glass of white wine, giving Ryan a look, obviously telling the other he can't even try to order something alcoholic.
Ryan pursed his lips at Brendon in mock irritation before ordering a Dr. Pepper, turning to give Brendon a smug look when the waitress disappeared. "Mmm, that's the only reason you're doing this then," he hums coyly, fluttering his eyelashes. "You just want in my pants. I see how this is."
Brendon laughs, draping an arm lightly around Ryan's shoulders "Mmmmaybe," he purrs softly in Ryan's ear, Brendon's hand caressing Ryan's cheek lightly before he whispers softly, "And if you really want some alcohol I'll let you have some... When we get home." Brendon had found out about Ryan's dad and had let the other come stay whenever he needed which had turned out to be a lot. Now when Ryan said he was going home he ment Brendon's house and the older was flattered by this.
Pete then walked in with Ashlee on his arm, the slightly shorter smiling at the girl as he motioned to a booth, letting he slide in before sliding in next to her.
Ryan nuzzles Brendon's cheek lightly, smiling. "That would be cool by me," he whispers back, bringing his hand up to tangle his fingers with Brendon's on the hand dangling over his shoulder. "And if you let me have some I'll let you have some of this," he continues even lower, nudging Brendon with his thigh and pressing even closer, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.
Brendon chuckles softly, letting Ryan's tongue into his mouth, a hand coming up to cup Ryan's face as they kiss. Brendon really didn't care if this was considered rude to other people. It was Ryan's birthday and Brendon wanted to give him an amazing birthday. He then pulls away slowly, lips brushing Ryan's as he speaks "We should look at the menu and see what we want to eat." he says softly, pulling away and opening the menu. Brendon grimaces slightly at the prices but looks down at Ryan, kissing the younger's temple. "Get whatever sounds good. Price doesn't matter."
Pete glances around the restaurant, eyes falling on Ryan in Brendon's arms, the two exchanging a rather sensual kiss before Brendon's speaking. Pete can't hear what the music teacher is saying but he frowns. He had warned them if he ever saw any misconduct again he would call the cops. Pete pulled out his phone and called the police department, reporting what was going on.
Ryan smiles gratefully up at Brendon before turning to his menu, trying not to pay too much attention to the prices. He ends up picking out something on the cheaper side anyway, but only because he genuinely wanted to eat that dish. Price be damned.
Brendon smiles, also ordering something on the cheaper side, handing both menus to the waitress and pulling Ryan almost into his lap and holding him lovingly. "Will you move in with me? Officially?" Brendon asks softly, kissing Ryan's temple as he holds the younger, just breathing in his sent and smiling.
Ryan gasps a little at Brendon's offer, biting his lip on a sheepish smile. "I-I'd be... I mean, that's a... Y-yes," he finally stuttered out, throwing his arms around Brendon rather childishly and hugging him tight.
An officer enters the restaurant, asking the host for his reservation book. He easily finds the last name of Urie and asks the host to lead him to their table. The host recruits a young waitress to lead him to their table, and the officer clears his throat when she leaves him there, looking down his nose at the two young men wrapped up in each other in the booth. "How are you boys doing tonight?" he asks gruffly, readying himself for anything.
Brendon grins happily, kissing Ryan softly and mumbling "We'll move all your stuff to my house this weekend, ok?" Brendon jumps a bit at the officer's voice, glancing up at the older man and trying to keep the color in his face, knowing it would make him look guilty if he paled, no questions asked. "Hello, Officer, what can we do for you this evening?" Brendon asks politely as he glances at Ryan and then looks back up at the officer.
Ryan tries to keep his cool and keeps his head down, pulling his phone out of his pocket and playing with it so that he looks preoccupied.
"Well sir, I got a call a minute ago about a Mr. Urie and a Mr. Ross having an improper relationship, as one is a minor and a student, and the other is his teacher," the officer explains plainly, obviously having dealt with much more pressing matters before. "You two boys know anything about that?"
Brendon nibbles on his lip nervously, not being able to lie, no matter how much he wanted too, he sighed softly. "I'm Brendon Urie, Sir. This is Ryan Ross. Yes, I am his music teacher but he's 18 today, he tells the officer, noticing Pete walk over with a disapproving expression and Brendon just looks up at his friend with a slight horror on his face. "Pete? What the hell? He's 18! I'm not doing anything illegal anymore!" he snaps slightly.
Pete crosses his arms as he stands next to the officer. "Anymore being the keyword, Brendon, and how do we know you're not lying and just saying this so you won't end up in jail?" he asks harshly
"Mr. Wentz, I actually can't do anything unless Mr. Ross here is underage this very second. You got an ID on you, son?" the officer asks gently, eyeing Ryan slumped over in his seat, fiddling with his phone in his lap.
Ryan looks up at the officer with big, innocent eyes and nods, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He takes out his recently renewed driver's license and hands it to the officer. "I really am 18," he asserts quietly, taking Brendon's hand.
Brendon smiles at Ryan gently, thumb brushing over his knuckles lovingly as he looks back up to the officer and Pete, glaring slightly at Pete. "You this is a really shitty thing to do to me, Pete. You can't help who you fall in love with." he says in a slight growl, obviously pissed at the shorter man.
Pete rolls his eyes. "You know what, Urie? Come in tomorrow and clean your shit out of the music room. You're fired." he says before walking away.
Ryan squeezes Brendon's hand comfortingly, hoping the, "You'll find another job, a better one at that," gets through to him.
The officer hands Ryan's license back to him. "Well, you boys are telling the truth, everything's legal here, nothing I can do. You two have a nice night," he says, beginning to walk off. "Oh, and happy birthday, son," he adds with a small smile, leaving the two alone.
Brendon nods to the officer, hanging his head slightly and running his hands through his hair. He heard what Ryan said but he was just so miserable. that was the only job he had since he got out of college and he liked it a lot. "My old high school needs a music teacher..." he mumbles to Ryan, trying to keep himself together. "But I really don't want to teach there." Brendon then looks at Ryan with a small smile. "I can put this off till later. It's your birthday and I'm ruining it right now," he says softly.
Ryan smiles gently and kisses Brendon's cheek. "You're not ruining it," he argues, snuggling close. "This is the best birthday ever. I have you."