I could be the fly on your wall (chapter 1)
Title: I could be the fly on your wall
Author: Sarcasticweathe
Rating: um.. I'm really bad with rating but it's fairly tame at the moment so PG (with occasional swearing)
Characters: Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, Jon, Pete, Patrick, William, Gabe, Sisky, Mike
Pairings: Rydon
Warnings: A bit of angst and light swearing (nothing too bad)
POV: 1st person, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's been in love with Brendon for so long, too long, something has to give. Just your usual Ontour!fic but hey :)
Disclaimer: Yeah.. for this to be true I'd have to be Ryan Ross, and if I was Ryan this would be a hell of a lot better written ;)
Author's Note: This is my first fic so :D I warn you it's unbeta'd so..Just like to say, this is my first Rydon so be nice :) I got the title from a You me at six song can't remember which one but meh :)
I shouldn't be here, it shouldn't be allowed, I should be outside in the rain peering in through the window just praying for a glance of something like this. But no, I'm sitting here in the warmth, curled up on the sofa, relaxed as, well, as relaxed as I can be considering the current situation. It's dangerous to get too relaxed..
I'm constantly scouring through my memories trying to find what great deed I had done to be treated with such an incredible sight. It never occurred to me that I was like Tantalus, the man who was forced to spend eternity in a pool of water that was just too low for him to drink from and with a fruit above him, just out of his reach, cruel punishment for a terrible crime. He close enough for me to reach out and touch him. tantalisingly, yet so far away.
There he stood, my Achilles' heel, the man I would walk through fire for, the god on earth himself: Brendon Urie, standing there wearing nothing, but a towel and his permanent cheeky grin.
His towel hung loosely on his hips, accentuating his apple bottom hips perfectly.
"Hey Ry, have you seen my jeans?"
And from those beautiful plump rosy lips came a sound more beautiful than angels singing, more perfect than--
An overdramatic, theatrical cough brought me back to my senses.
"Hmm? Oh.. er have you tri--" I paused remembering who I was talking to and continued with possibly a more sarcastic than necessary tone "Have you tried looking?"
His face lit up with childlike joy as he ran off to search. He was definitely the only person I had met who replied to sarcasm with nothing less, and often more, than unbridled joy. Literally happiness radiated off him. That was one of the many reasons I loved him.
I stared at the blank page on my notebook, willing myself to write something, but all I could think of was him, wearing nothing, but a towel... I was pratically hyperventilating when he walked back in, shirtless. I considered making a snarky comment about him not wearing a shirt, but he might take it as a hint and put one on, so I said nothing. He was wearing a mischievous smirk which could only mean he was up to something.
Then I realised. I was so distracted by what he wasn't wearing I didn't notice what he was. The jeans.
"A-are th-those my.." I stuttered while my head swirled in a sea of emotions: confusion, fear and happiness, to name a few.
If he was confused at my stammering he certainly didn't show it as he confidently replied "Yeah"
He smiled and looked down at my legs.
"I thought I'd repay the favour"
I looked down worriedly to see that I was wearing his black skinny jeans. I immediately reddened, not at the idea of wearing someone else's jeans, our motto is 'When on tour, steal each others clothes as much as humanly possible'.
No, it was because of whose jeans they were... are. I've long since given up trying to convince myself I shouldn't care.
Brendon may not be that observant but even he could miss me blushing.
"Hey no it's alright, I don't mind. Honestly, I think you look better in them than me" He said as he walked towards me.
Like that was supposed to stop me blushing.
I snapped my notebook shut as he oh so subtly tried to look at it, he disguised his intentions by lying his head on my shoulder, needless to say I looked like a sun burnt tomato.
"So, you don't mind sharing you lyrics with thousands of people you've never met, but you object to me having a peek?"
He had me there.
"Yeah, but.. they see the finished, heavily edited version. No-one sees the first draft."
This was true, also I was pretty sure I had subconsciously drawn Brendon's name in love hearts all over the page.
"Hmm, well if you let 'No-one' see it, then it's unfair not to let me as well.."
I just stared at him for a minute before replying with "I don't know whether to commend you for your logic or punch you for your awful joke"
"Hmm hard one, I'll go for the praise I think"
"Nah your ego's big enough" I reply as I playfully punched his arm.
I giggled as he rolled around on the floor in mock pain. He stared up at me with a strange look on his face.
"I think that's the first time I've ever heard you giggle" He noted with a wry smile on his face. I blushed.
"No, no it's cute"
I blushed harder.
And that's not the only hard thing, the obnoxious voice in my head muttered. I quickly hid my head in a cushion as my blush grew more pronounced, something I thought was impossible.
"Hey Ryan, Ry? Ryro??"
My head turned involuntarily towards the source, curse his silky smooth voice, my one weakness. I almost had a panic attack when I turned to see Brendon, inches away from my face. So close I could smell his sweet fragrance. I could practically taste the toast he ate..
That's when I realised I could taste it, lightheaded and dizzy on such close quarters I had foolishly leaned in. I was about to pull away when I reasoned, if I'm going to hell I may as well drag him down with me.
And my god was it worth it.
I shyly stuck my tongue out to taste his lips, 'cause god knows if I'll ever get the chance again, when to my utmost surprise his lips parted, giving my rather nervous tongue entry to his mouth. Although, I'm by no means a novice at this, my tongue froze until my more animalistic side kicked in and pushed me closer towards him. My tongue brushed against against his gums, his teeth, his own tongue. It wasn't until then that he did anything, he was just sitting there taking it. His hand brushed through my hair, his other hand stroking down my neck, down my chest, before he stopped abruptly and pushed me away.
It took me a good few minutes to truly understand what was going on, by which time he had left the room and the tour bus.
Oh. My. God. Forgive me for sounding like a teenager, but I think I'm a little too shocked at the moment to supply you with anything better or more descriptive, although for describing my feelings, it suffices.
HE
I cannot believe I just kissed BRENDON URIE, Christ!
KISSED
How stupid am I?
BACK.
Incredibly stupid being the answer.
HE. KISSED. BACK.
Wait, he kissed me back didn't he?
FINALLY!
But why?
Part of me wanted to go out and find him, but it was raining heavily now and I knew Brendon well enough to know that if he wanted to talk to me he'd come and find me.
~~~
Okay, that's the end of chapter 1! I'm currently working on chapter 2, I should type it up on the weekend by the latest, hope you enjoyed it :)
Author: Sarcasticweathe
Rating: um.. I'm really bad with rating but it's fairly tame at the moment so PG (with occasional swearing)
Characters: Ryan, Brendon, Spencer, Jon, Pete, Patrick, William, Gabe, Sisky, Mike
Pairings: Rydon
Warnings: A bit of angst and light swearing (nothing too bad)
POV: 1st person, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's been in love with Brendon for so long, too long, something has to give. Just your usual Ontour!fic but hey :)
Disclaimer: Yeah.. for this to be true I'd have to be Ryan Ross, and if I was Ryan this would be a hell of a lot better written ;)
Author's Note: This is my first fic so :D I warn you it's unbeta'd so..Just like to say, this is my first Rydon so be nice :) I got the title from a You me at six song can't remember which one but meh :)
I shouldn't be here, it shouldn't be allowed, I should be outside in the rain peering in through the window just praying for a glance of something like this. But no, I'm sitting here in the warmth, curled up on the sofa, relaxed as, well, as relaxed as I can be considering the current situation. It's dangerous to get too relaxed..
I'm constantly scouring through my memories trying to find what great deed I had done to be treated with such an incredible sight. It never occurred to me that I was like Tantalus, the man who was forced to spend eternity in a pool of water that was just too low for him to drink from and with a fruit above him, just out of his reach, cruel punishment for a terrible crime. He close enough for me to reach out and touch him. tantalisingly, yet so far away.
There he stood, my Achilles' heel, the man I would walk through fire for, the god on earth himself: Brendon Urie, standing there wearing nothing, but a towel and his permanent cheeky grin.
His towel hung loosely on his hips, accentuating his apple bottom hips perfectly.
"Hey Ry, have you seen my jeans?"
And from those beautiful plump rosy lips came a sound more beautiful than angels singing, more perfect than--
An overdramatic, theatrical cough brought me back to my senses.
"Hmm? Oh.. er have you tri--" I paused remembering who I was talking to and continued with possibly a more sarcastic than necessary tone "Have you tried looking?"
His face lit up with childlike joy as he ran off to search. He was definitely the only person I had met who replied to sarcasm with nothing less, and often more, than unbridled joy. Literally happiness radiated off him. That was one of the many reasons I loved him.
I stared at the blank page on my notebook, willing myself to write something, but all I could think of was him, wearing nothing, but a towel... I was pratically hyperventilating when he walked back in, shirtless. I considered making a snarky comment about him not wearing a shirt, but he might take it as a hint and put one on, so I said nothing. He was wearing a mischievous smirk which could only mean he was up to something.
Then I realised. I was so distracted by what he wasn't wearing I didn't notice what he was. The jeans.
"A-are th-those my.." I stuttered while my head swirled in a sea of emotions: confusion, fear and happiness, to name a few.
If he was confused at my stammering he certainly didn't show it as he confidently replied "Yeah"
He smiled and looked down at my legs.
"I thought I'd repay the favour"
I looked down worriedly to see that I was wearing his black skinny jeans. I immediately reddened, not at the idea of wearing someone else's jeans, our motto is 'When on tour, steal each others clothes as much as humanly possible'.
No, it was because of whose jeans they were... are. I've long since given up trying to convince myself I shouldn't care.
Brendon may not be that observant but even he could miss me blushing.
"Hey no it's alright, I don't mind. Honestly, I think you look better in them than me" He said as he walked towards me.
Like that was supposed to stop me blushing.
I snapped my notebook shut as he oh so subtly tried to look at it, he disguised his intentions by lying his head on my shoulder, needless to say I looked like a sun burnt tomato.
"So, you don't mind sharing you lyrics with thousands of people you've never met, but you object to me having a peek?"
He had me there.
"Yeah, but.. they see the finished, heavily edited version. No-one sees the first draft."
This was true, also I was pretty sure I had subconsciously drawn Brendon's name in love hearts all over the page.
"Hmm, well if you let 'No-one' see it, then it's unfair not to let me as well.."
I just stared at him for a minute before replying with "I don't know whether to commend you for your logic or punch you for your awful joke"
"Hmm hard one, I'll go for the praise I think"
"Nah your ego's big enough" I reply as I playfully punched his arm.
I giggled as he rolled around on the floor in mock pain. He stared up at me with a strange look on his face.
"I think that's the first time I've ever heard you giggle" He noted with a wry smile on his face. I blushed.
"No, no it's cute"
I blushed harder.
And that's not the only hard thing, the obnoxious voice in my head muttered. I quickly hid my head in a cushion as my blush grew more pronounced, something I thought was impossible.
"Hey Ryan, Ry? Ryro??"
My head turned involuntarily towards the source, curse his silky smooth voice, my one weakness. I almost had a panic attack when I turned to see Brendon, inches away from my face. So close I could smell his sweet fragrance. I could practically taste the toast he ate..
That's when I realised I could taste it, lightheaded and dizzy on such close quarters I had foolishly leaned in. I was about to pull away when I reasoned, if I'm going to hell I may as well drag him down with me.
And my god was it worth it.
I shyly stuck my tongue out to taste his lips, 'cause god knows if I'll ever get the chance again, when to my utmost surprise his lips parted, giving my rather nervous tongue entry to his mouth. Although, I'm by no means a novice at this, my tongue froze until my more animalistic side kicked in and pushed me closer towards him. My tongue brushed against against his gums, his teeth, his own tongue. It wasn't until then that he did anything, he was just sitting there taking it. His hand brushed through my hair, his other hand stroking down my neck, down my chest, before he stopped abruptly and pushed me away.
It took me a good few minutes to truly understand what was going on, by which time he had left the room and the tour bus.
Oh. My. God. Forgive me for sounding like a teenager, but I think I'm a little too shocked at the moment to supply you with anything better or more descriptive, although for describing my feelings, it suffices.
HE
I cannot believe I just kissed BRENDON URIE, Christ!
KISSED
How stupid am I?
BACK.
Incredibly stupid being the answer.
HE. KISSED. BACK.
Wait, he kissed me back didn't he?
FINALLY!
But why?
Part of me wanted to go out and find him, but it was raining heavily now and I knew Brendon well enough to know that if he wanted to talk to me he'd come and find me.
~~~
Okay, that's the end of chapter 1! I'm currently working on chapter 2, I should type it up on the weekend by the latest, hope you enjoyed it :)