You're Killing Me [2/5]
Title: You're Killing Me [2/5]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan and Brendon get into another slight disagreement.
Word Count: 1,229 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated."
Part 1 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5
The memory of the night before played on an endless loop in Brendon's head like some demented horror movie as they headed for the next venue. The lighthearted wisecracks and laughter, then the harsh words and Ryan towering over him like he was going to kill him -- or worse, rape him -- and then the punch...
God, his nose still hurt.
"What are you going to tell fans when they come up and ask you why you have two black eyes?" Spencer asked, noticing Brendon's hand unconsciously come up to carefully massage his aching nose for the umpteenth time.
"I'll just stop the rumors before they even start; I'll get up on stage and tell everyone it was Jon's fault," Brendon muttered with the slightest hint of a smile. Jon and Spencer didn't actually know what really happened; they just thought he had run into a doorjamb... again. If he had told them Ryan did it, they either wouldn't believe him or would want to know the WHOLE story, which Brendon would never admit to anyway.
Jon snorted in reply to Brendon's unconvincing explanation that was sure to get plenty of, 'Uh huh, sure''s and, 'Yeah, right''s. He was too engrossed in his Sidekick to really give much of a damn, so he didn't tell Brendon that.
"You're no fun, Jon," Brendon whined, grabbing a pillow from beside him on the couch and throwing it at the eldest's head.
Laughing, Jon tried throwing it back blindly with his left hand, but he missed and hit Ryan in the chest instead.
"You guys are a bunch of little kids," Spencer commented, laughing at the irony of his statement as he headed towards the back of the bus.
"You've got horrible aim," Brendon snickered, diving for the pillow now in Ryan's lap, but when he got there it was gone, and he collapsed rather unceremoniously against his skinny thighs.
Still blissfully unaware of his surroundings, Jon walked off to the kitchenette with a mumbled, "Food time," called over his shoulder as an excuse.
Brendon looked up from Ryan's lap to find he had the pillow held above his head in his left hand. Much too lazy to actually get up at that point, Brendon grabbed for it, but Ryan's long arm kept it just out of Brendon's reach.
"Come on, Ryan. Gimme the pillow."
"You gotta work for it, Bren."
Brendon let his arms drop. "Please? I wanna go smack Jon in the head with it."
"You have to come get it," Ryan sing-songed, hitting Brendon in the ass with it before quickly pulling it back out of reach, and they vaguely felt the bus begin to roll into the parking lot of the venue.
"Oh, you're asking for it," Brendon replied with a grin, going for Ryan's arm and easily pulling it down to his level, but Ryan had already passed the pillow to his other hand.
"What, having problems?" Ryan asked as Brendon went for his right arm as he easily moved the pillow back to his left.
"You're a douche, that's my problem," Brendon muttered, sitting up to straddle Ryan in his lame attempt to retrieve the goddamned pillow.
Spencer returned at that exact moment and nearly cracked up at the scene before him. Ryan had one hand on Brendon's chest to keep him away and the other held above and slightly behind him, effectively keeping the pillow out of reach. Brendon was on top of him, one knee on each side of Ryan's hips, reaching out for the pillow uselessly with both hands.
"Ryan, just let him suck you off already. That's obviously what he wants, not that damn pillow."
The two on the couch stared at each other in disbelief. Who in the hell had told Spencer?
"You told him, didn't you?" Ryan whispered.
"Like I would ever admit that to anyone."
"You'd obviously do it," Ryan countered, hitting him with the pillow again.
"Well, you'd be the one to brag about it!" Brendon argued, his voice rising slightly.
"Why would I want to brag about you sucking me off?"
"So you could humiliate me."
Ryan barked out a laugh. "There are a million and one worse ways that I could humiliate you, and over half of them don't even include public exposure."
Spencer cleared his throat and the two looked at him suddenly as if he had just gotten there. "I, uh, just thought Jon was joking when he told me that."
Brendon's eyes widened impossibly as he stared at Spencer, and Ryan turned his gaze to Brendon.
"So, you told JON? You little fucker!" Ryan yelled, grabbing for Brendon, but he had already scrambled off his lap and made a run for the bus door. "Brendon Boyd MOTHERFUCKIN' Urie, you are so dead!"
Ryan chased his younger band mate out the door and into the parking lot in which they had just parked. Brendon weaved in and out of the other buses and various other vehicles, not really paying attention to where he was going. He finally cut a corner too sharp around some van and grazed his hip, making him stumble. Taking his chances, Ryan lunged in and tackled Brendon to the ground.
"Okay, I give!" Brendon surrendered when Ryan kneeled over his back and took a firm grasp on his hair. Ryan stopped but didn't relinquish his power as he waited for Brendon to catch his breath against the hot, sticky pavement.
"Why did you tell Jon?" the elder finally asked when he thought Brendon had calmed down.
"It slipped out. It was an accident, I promise."
"How could you let something like that 'slip out'?" Ryan growled through clenched teeth, leaning over Brendon menacingly.
"I don't know -- ow! Not the hair, Ry -- ow!"
Easing off only a little, Ryan moved in even closer. "You give me a straight fucking answer, Urie, or I WILL rip all your hair out."
"Okay, okay, okay," Brendon freaked when Ryan tugged on his hair again. "He asked me if I had ever... done anything... and it kinda slipped out."
"Why would he ask you that?" Ryan wondered aloud, his voice losing some of its bite.
"I don't know."
"You told him something for him to ask you that," Ryan concluded, giving Brendon's scalp another sharp pull.
"Of course I did, but that's none of your business!"
"You better make it my business pretty damn quick, or you're gonna be in a world of hurt, Brenny."
The younger of the two inhaled abruptly and winced as Ryan tightened his grip on his hair. "Fine, all right. I told him..." Brendon sighed. "I told him I... might like... guys."
Ryan froze. The night before came rushing back to him like a freight train.
"What, baby, you don't want any of this?..."
"If anyone was wishing to get fucked by someone, it'd be you, Brendon..."
"...I only LET you suck me off..."
"...You'd take every last inch like a good little slut and you'd LOVE it."
"Ryan? You okay, man?"
Ryan shook away his thoughts before standing up and helping Brendon up off the ground. "Yeah. What about you?"
Brendon checked several places for anything serious before giving Ryan two thumbs up and a winning smile. "Say, wanna get joined rooms in the hotel again?"
Ryan tried to hide a grin and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan and Brendon get into another slight disagreement.
Word Count: 1,229 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated."
Part 1 : Part 3 : Part 4 : Part 5
The memory of the night before played on an endless loop in Brendon's head like some demented horror movie as they headed for the next venue. The lighthearted wisecracks and laughter, then the harsh words and Ryan towering over him like he was going to kill him -- or worse, rape him -- and then the punch...
God, his nose still hurt.
"What are you going to tell fans when they come up and ask you why you have two black eyes?" Spencer asked, noticing Brendon's hand unconsciously come up to carefully massage his aching nose for the umpteenth time.
"I'll just stop the rumors before they even start; I'll get up on stage and tell everyone it was Jon's fault," Brendon muttered with the slightest hint of a smile. Jon and Spencer didn't actually know what really happened; they just thought he had run into a doorjamb... again. If he had told them Ryan did it, they either wouldn't believe him or would want to know the WHOLE story, which Brendon would never admit to anyway.
Jon snorted in reply to Brendon's unconvincing explanation that was sure to get plenty of, 'Uh huh, sure''s and, 'Yeah, right''s. He was too engrossed in his Sidekick to really give much of a damn, so he didn't tell Brendon that.
"You're no fun, Jon," Brendon whined, grabbing a pillow from beside him on the couch and throwing it at the eldest's head.
Laughing, Jon tried throwing it back blindly with his left hand, but he missed and hit Ryan in the chest instead.
"You guys are a bunch of little kids," Spencer commented, laughing at the irony of his statement as he headed towards the back of the bus.
"You've got horrible aim," Brendon snickered, diving for the pillow now in Ryan's lap, but when he got there it was gone, and he collapsed rather unceremoniously against his skinny thighs.
Still blissfully unaware of his surroundings, Jon walked off to the kitchenette with a mumbled, "Food time," called over his shoulder as an excuse.
Brendon looked up from Ryan's lap to find he had the pillow held above his head in his left hand. Much too lazy to actually get up at that point, Brendon grabbed for it, but Ryan's long arm kept it just out of Brendon's reach.
"Come on, Ryan. Gimme the pillow."
"You gotta work for it, Bren."
Brendon let his arms drop. "Please? I wanna go smack Jon in the head with it."
"You have to come get it," Ryan sing-songed, hitting Brendon in the ass with it before quickly pulling it back out of reach, and they vaguely felt the bus begin to roll into the parking lot of the venue.
"Oh, you're asking for it," Brendon replied with a grin, going for Ryan's arm and easily pulling it down to his level, but Ryan had already passed the pillow to his other hand.
"What, having problems?" Ryan asked as Brendon went for his right arm as he easily moved the pillow back to his left.
"You're a douche, that's my problem," Brendon muttered, sitting up to straddle Ryan in his lame attempt to retrieve the goddamned pillow.
Spencer returned at that exact moment and nearly cracked up at the scene before him. Ryan had one hand on Brendon's chest to keep him away and the other held above and slightly behind him, effectively keeping the pillow out of reach. Brendon was on top of him, one knee on each side of Ryan's hips, reaching out for the pillow uselessly with both hands.
"Ryan, just let him suck you off already. That's obviously what he wants, not that damn pillow."
The two on the couch stared at each other in disbelief. Who in the hell had told Spencer?
"You told him, didn't you?" Ryan whispered.
"Like I would ever admit that to anyone."
"You'd obviously do it," Ryan countered, hitting him with the pillow again.
"Well, you'd be the one to brag about it!" Brendon argued, his voice rising slightly.
"Why would I want to brag about you sucking me off?"
"So you could humiliate me."
Ryan barked out a laugh. "There are a million and one worse ways that I could humiliate you, and over half of them don't even include public exposure."
Spencer cleared his throat and the two looked at him suddenly as if he had just gotten there. "I, uh, just thought Jon was joking when he told me that."
Brendon's eyes widened impossibly as he stared at Spencer, and Ryan turned his gaze to Brendon.
"So, you told JON? You little fucker!" Ryan yelled, grabbing for Brendon, but he had already scrambled off his lap and made a run for the bus door. "Brendon Boyd MOTHERFUCKIN' Urie, you are so dead!"
Ryan chased his younger band mate out the door and into the parking lot in which they had just parked. Brendon weaved in and out of the other buses and various other vehicles, not really paying attention to where he was going. He finally cut a corner too sharp around some van and grazed his hip, making him stumble. Taking his chances, Ryan lunged in and tackled Brendon to the ground.
"Okay, I give!" Brendon surrendered when Ryan kneeled over his back and took a firm grasp on his hair. Ryan stopped but didn't relinquish his power as he waited for Brendon to catch his breath against the hot, sticky pavement.
"Why did you tell Jon?" the elder finally asked when he thought Brendon had calmed down.
"It slipped out. It was an accident, I promise."
"How could you let something like that 'slip out'?" Ryan growled through clenched teeth, leaning over Brendon menacingly.
"I don't know -- ow! Not the hair, Ry -- ow!"
Easing off only a little, Ryan moved in even closer. "You give me a straight fucking answer, Urie, or I WILL rip all your hair out."
"Okay, okay, okay," Brendon freaked when Ryan tugged on his hair again. "He asked me if I had ever... done anything... and it kinda slipped out."
"Why would he ask you that?" Ryan wondered aloud, his voice losing some of its bite.
"I don't know."
"You told him something for him to ask you that," Ryan concluded, giving Brendon's scalp another sharp pull.
"Of course I did, but that's none of your business!"
"You better make it my business pretty damn quick, or you're gonna be in a world of hurt, Brenny."
The younger of the two inhaled abruptly and winced as Ryan tightened his grip on his hair. "Fine, all right. I told him..." Brendon sighed. "I told him I... might like... guys."
Ryan froze. The night before came rushing back to him like a freight train.
"What, baby, you don't want any of this?..."
"If anyone was wishing to get fucked by someone, it'd be you, Brendon..."
"...I only LET you suck me off..."
"...You'd take every last inch like a good little slut and you'd LOVE it."
"Ryan? You okay, man?"
Ryan shook away his thoughts before standing up and helping Brendon up off the ground. "Yeah. What about you?"
Brendon checked several places for anything serious before giving Ryan two thumbs up and a winning smile. "Say, wanna get joined rooms in the hotel again?"
Ryan tried to hide a grin and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"