Title:When I’m Around You Everything Else Becomes Nothing - 8/?
Author:
minus_fourRating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Dinner at the Urie household is tense as expected. Luckily, Ryan has a plan.
Disclaimer: Not real (you know, probably…)
Author Notes: Yup, posting galore for me today :) Comments are love, people. Love and rainbows.
Previous chapters under the cut:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 “Oh God!” Brendon yells as soon as we set foot in the living room to find Jon and Spencer going at it on the couch. “My eyes! My eyes!”
“Shut up you big hypocrite,” I clamp my hand over his mouth quickly and smile at the guys, now hastily untangling themselves to seat themselves upright against the cushions. “Hey guys.”
“Hey,” Jon smiles back, straightening his shirt, “good walk?”
“Yeah, it was good thanks,” I reply for both of us, seeing as I have yet to remove my hand from Brendon’s face. “It’s always kind of weird being back in the old neighbourhood though.”
“I know what you mean,” Spence nods in agreement.
“Oh, so you actually have managed stop making out long enough to leave the house on occasion then?” Brendon finally pries my fingers from his lips.
“At least we waited until we had a little privacy,” Spencer retorts quickly. “Every other night for weeks before this break it was ‘Oh Ry, oh you’re so hot baby, I wanna suck you. Yeah just like that baby, put it in me’,” he moans for added effect as I collapse back onto one of the sofa chairs and laugh until my stomach hurts because the look on Brendon’s face is just such a picture I’d give anything to have a camera right now.
“I - you, I mean we didn’t…” Brendon splutters as his cheeks begin to glow with warmth and embarrassment. I knew they wouldn’t have heard anything of the sort but Brendon occasionally has the tendency to let his thoughts run away with him and I know he’s trying to remember if he might have said something along those lines just a little too loudly.
“Come here, Bren,” I reach out to grab his hand and pull him down into the soft chair with me. He’s half sitting on my lap but he hasn’t noticed and I certainly don’t mind as I wrap my arms around his chest. “Spencer’s just kidding.”
“Not funny,” Brendon pouts, leaning back against my body.
“I know,” I speak as though I’m consoling a five year old, “he’s mean.”
“Very mean,” Brendon murmurs, kissing my cheek briefly before turning back to glare at Spencer on the opposite sofa, “and so not funny.”
“I thought it was pretty funny,” Jon grins at Spencer as he settles his fingers with the other males, entwining them on Spencer’s lap. Expecting to see Brendon react in the same melodramatic way as before I shift so I can see his face, instead finding his gaze fixed on the floor and a smile creeping onto his lips.
“What are you looking at?” I ask, trying to follow his eye line.
“Like, the cutest thing ever,” he replies without moving his eyes and pointing, “Spence is wearing a pair of Jon’s flip flops.” It’s Spencer’s turn to look embarrassed as we all stare at his flip flop clad feet.
“They’re comfy,” he declares with a defiant expression.
“I’ve been telling you guys for months, but you wouldn’t listen to me,” Jon shakes his head.
“Did you ever think it might just have something to do with it being winter for most of that time, Jon?” I raise an eyebrow, only getting a shrug in response before he changes the subject.
“Are you guys still going to Brendon’s parents’ place for dinner?”
“Yeah,” I feel Brendon tense slightly against me as I answer, “I just need to change and we’re going to head over there.”
“You don’t need to change,” Brendon breaks his silence. “I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything.”
“I know,” I tighten my hold on Brendon in an attempt to help him relax. Despite what he says, I know Brendon wants the evening to go well and without incident but, like all of us, he isn’t so sure that it will. “I just want to, that’s all.” Technically that isn’t quite true, but I play along with Brendon’s nonchalance and just hope that we’re all worrying for nothing.
There’s no real reason dinner shouldn’t go well, I think as we walk out into the cool evening air. You know, as long as no one mentions college attendance, or lack thereof, or the sinful life rock stars lead, that is. Hearing Brendon sigh I immediately reach over to squeeze his fingers in mine.
“It’ll be fine, Bren, don’t worry.”
“Yeah,” Brendon tries to smile as he turns to look at me, “I know.” I mirror his expression hoping to keep him from getting too tense before we even get to his old home, but it drops from my face as soon as he breaks our gaze to stare straight ahead determinedly. I find myself looking to the sky, praying to whatever’s up there that the night would go okay and I wouldn’t be picking up the pieces of my broken Brendon in just a few hours.
Brendon’s parents always meant well, I think as we eat our dinner mostly in silence, they were just set in their ways. They believed what they believed and nothing was going to change that. I might have admired such strength of belief in a lot of cases, but I couldn’t accept their way of thinking, not when I had to sit across from Brendon the whole evening. He was trying so God damn hard to please his parents and I had to watch him sink a little further into himself each time they dismissed him. He could have told them that we’d played to millions and they still would’ve been disappointed with his life, all his amazing achievements meant nothing to them because they didn’t fucking approve.
I take a deep breath, trying to keep calm as I politely answer Mrs Urie when she asks me if I want cream in my coffee when I actually want to throw the cup all over her perfect off-white carpet and tell her that I couldn’t give a shit about what she thinks.
I have to stay in control. However desperately I want to move over and sit by Brendon’s side to hold his hand or kiss his neck, I know that could only make things infinitely worse. We’re all aware of the situation with Brendon’s parents, but I’m not sure he could handle it if he actually had to hear them say the words.
After spending a little while longer sipping at our coffee and trying to make casual conversation I can’t take seeing the sadness that lingers in Brendon’s eyes any longer, so I decide it’s time to put my emergency plan into action.
“Excuse, Mrs Urie,” I say, standing up, “but could I use your bathroom?”
“Of course,” she smiles politely, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her eyes are saying that she wishes I’d never met her son.
“I’m just not sure - well, Brendon can show me where it is,” I deliberately leave any note of question out of my voice as I walk towards the stairs, waiting to Brendon to follow.
“Ry,” Brendon slows down and I have to tug on his hand to keep him with me, “the bathroom’s over there,” he points to the door behind him.
“I know,” I grin, pulling Brendon into the room I knew used to be his, a room his parents still keep as his just in case he comes to his senses one day.
“And my parents are right downstairs,” he protests as I push him up against the wall with my hands on his chest, already feeling Brendon’s nipples becoming firm under my thumbs.
“I know,” I repeat, leaning in for a kiss. “So we’ll just have to be quick I guess.” Brendon opens his mouth to protest but I silence his with a finger on his lips while I work sucking kisses up his neck to the sensitive skin behind his ear where I know I can drive him wild with just a few nips and licks.
“God, Ry we can’t,” I laugh breathily against his neck at the whine that escapes from the back of his throat.
“We can,” I speak right into his ear as I feel him harden against my hip and press Brendon harder back against the wall, making him gasp, “and it seems like you want it to me.”
“What if they - oh Jesus, Ry, we can’t,” Brendon moans quietly into my shoulder as I reach down to feel his erection through the denim.
“It’s a little late to turn back now, Bren,” I laugh again as I start tugging at his belt, “and it’s not like I’m giving you a choice in this.” I smile before kissing him deeply; working my tongue into Brendon’s mouth as my fingers work at undoing his fly.
Feeling Brendon’s chest finally relax against mine as our embrace intensifies, I take this as a sign to go for it, which I do.
“Jesus,” Brendon gasps when I break away from him at last.
“Ryan’s fine,” he rolls his eyes at me before they widen slightly at the sight of me stripping my t shirt off, revealing another one underneath.
“What the-” Brendon just stares at me, confused as I take off the second, nondescript shirt and replace the original.
“Just go with it, Bren,” I murmur against his neck as I go back to sucking and nipping at his pulse point, smiling as I feel Brendon squirm against me.
“Hurry up, Ry.”
“Didn’t say please,” I say teasingly, hooking my thumbs into his boxers and dropping them to the floor along with his jeans, leaving them pooled around his ankles and his erection exposed. Aware of time passing I quickly wrap my fingers firmly around the hard member and start jerking Brendon off. Under other circumstances I would take my time, savouring the way Brendon moved against my body, the shape his mouth makes as I swipe my thumb over the head of his cock, the way his eyes close in ecstasy as he loses it right in front of me. Right now, though, it’s all about the moment and making Brendon forget about the tension that’s taken over his body since we set foot in this house, forget his parents, forget everything.
Sucking hard on his skin behind his ear I feel Brendon’s movements become erratic and I know he’s close. Quickening the motion of my fist I grab the spare t shirt with my other hand and flick at Brendon’s slit once more before his hips start jerking uncontrollably towards me just as I manage to cover his erection loosely but completely with the shirt. Brendon’s come spurts in dark patches spreading through the material and I stroke him gently through the material until he relaxes and leans heavily back against the wall. Quickly wiping Brendon’s softening member I screw the shirt into the a ball before bending to pull his jeans back up, leaning in to kiss his still panting mouth before making my way to the window.
“What are you doing?” Brendon says hazily, still not moving from the wall, brows furrowing as I open the window and shove the t shirt out the window.
“Remind me to pick it up when we go,” I smile at the look on Brendon’s face.
“You’re like, some kind of insane genius,” Brendon grins back at me. “What’s next, world domination?”
“Nope,” I answer, making my way to the door. “What’s next is me going downstairs to explain that you were showing me your high school yearbook and you’re going to be a few minutes longer spending time in your old room and reminiscing while I go and make small talk with your parents.”
“I love you so much,” Brendon sighs, sinking down to sit on the floor.
“I know,” I reply, smiling even wider. “You can make it up to me later.”