You Can't Run Nor Hide [4/??]
Title:You Can’t Run Nor Hide (4/?)
Author:
scd_licious
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Pete Wentz in this chapter, Ryan/Brendon overall
POV: Brendon's in this chap
Rated: NC-17
Warnigs: Do I really have to spoil my fic by giving warnings? Let's just say, don't read if you're all about fluff and can't stand angst.
Summary: Brendon's history with Pete
Discleamer: as real as the easterbunny.
dedication:
eleanorxorigby
Chapters: |Chapter1| |Chapter2| |Chapter3|
Brendon’s history with Pete.
(Brendon's POV)
After Pete signed us, I visited him when I was in the neighbourhood.
“Hi Pete, I was in town, so I thought I’d jump by to thank you again. Really man, thank you so much for signing us and believing in us” Pete laughed, “no problem. Come on in” I entered his home and sat down on his couch. “Mmm, it smells like vanilla in here” Pete nodded, “uhu, I loooove vanilla”
“And about the signing your band thing, I just had to. It was my calling to make this cute face famous” He took my chin between his fingers. “But maybe I made a mistake, maybe I should keep you all to myself” That’s when he kissed me for the first time. I immediately pulled back. “What the fuck?!? Eew, Pete, I’m straight! Straight as hell!”
“Don’t lie to me, Brendon. I’ve never been wrong when I thought someone was gay,” Pete said. “Well, there’s a first time for everything” I said defensively. I had never even thought about the possibility of me being gay. I never had a problem with people that are gay, I had gay friends, I could tell when a guy was hot, but I never felt like kissing a guy or something. But now I was confused. Pete made me wonder.
“And don’t lie to yourself. I know you want it” Pete stared into my eyes with a sensual look. I froze. I had no idea what I wanted. But it was the first time I felt like kissing a guy. He placed one of his hands on the back of my head and pulled me closer so he could kiss me again. He started by kissing me softly, taking my lower lip between his lips. I moaned softly and opened my mouth a little bit more, allowing his tongue to slip in and massage mine. After he broke the kiss, it took me a few moments to regain my composure. “Wow… I…” I said softly, not knowing how to continue. “Don’t speak,” Pete said, “come with me”
He took me to his room. I felt like I was in trance. I couldn’t think. Did I want it? I had no idea. After he had removed his hoodie, he pushed me gently onto the bed and kissed me passionately. First he got rid of my shirt. I still just let him do what he wanted to. I still didn’t say or do anything to stop him. I was still in trance. Then he removed my pants, leaving me in my boxers. I just lay there, watching him strip off his own pants. I was getting very positive I didn’t want this, and when he leant down to remove my underpants, I pushed him away. “Pete… No… Pete… I don’t want this… I’m not gay”
He gave me a small kiss. “Don’t keep using that excuse Brendon, I know - you know that you at least like boys. I’ll help you discover this side of you. Just let me give you a blowjob. That’s all I ask for” He kissed me again, while moving his hands gently down my body. I couldn’t stop thinking that I did like his hands on my body. And his kisses were just like a drug.
He found his way back to my boxers and removed them. I wasn’t hard. But his hands quickly made sure I was. “God Pete,” I cried. I still didn’t want this. But I didn’t want him to stop either. He started licking my tip like it was an ice cream. “Ohw fuck… Pete…” I moaned. His tongue was so warm, hot, and the first one that has ever touched my cock. He explored every inch of my cock with his tongue and then took me fully in his mouth. He was good at this. Really really really good. I panted and groaned loudly, until I came with a hoarse whine.
Pete swallowed my coming with delight and then started licking my cock clean slowly. I watched him with astonishment. “Mmmm” I let my head collapse on the bed again, panting.
I think I fell asleep after that, because the first thing I remembered was waking up in his bed. Pete wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. I quickly put on my clothes and made my way downstairs. Pete was making breakfast in the kitchen. I ran by him, not saying anything, not making eye contact, just getting out of there.
-
A couple of days later, I got a message from Pete on my answering machine.
“Erm… Hi, it’s me, Pete. I hope you don’t regret what happened last week. Why did you run off?
I was making pancakes for you. I had to eat them all by myself. *chuckle*
*pause*
Please Brendon, I want to talk to you. I hope I’ll see you again soon. Bye”
I don’t know why I did it, but I drove back to his house. When Pete opened the door and saw it was me, he gave me a kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here” I smiled nervously and chewed on my lip. Pete sat down on the couch and offered me a seat. After talking about some general things like the band and stuff, he asked me, “so why did you ran off?” I took a deep breath. “I freaked out, you freaked me out. I wasn’t ready for that. I don’t want all of this. Just… leave me alone” Pete looked into my eyes. “Than tell me, Brendon, if you don’t want this, than why are you here?” I didn’t know the answer to that. I have absolutely no clue why I did it, but I kissed him.
When I was around Pete, I wasn’t myself. I was a happy cheerful kid that knows what he wants. But not with Pete. He controlled me. I became his slave.
He took me to his room for the second time. “I like those lips and tongue of yours,” he started, “I wonder how they would feel on my cock… It’s your turn, Brendon” He leant down to my ear and whispered, “suck me” I surprised myself by even pondering I wanted to do that. I didn’t give an answer, but watched him while he stripped bare and lay down onto the bed. “Make me moan Brendon, make me moan at the top of my voice” I nodded with a bad grace and crawled onto the bed. What did I tell you about being his slave?
I had never given someone a blowjob before. Fortunately Pete was already hard. I had no idea what to do, so I started by taking his cock in my hand and stroking him slowly. Pete moved his legs further apart so I could reach him even better. I slowly took his cock into my mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned, “your mouth feels as good on my cock as it feels on my lips… And that’s a good thing…. A very good thing… Ohw… Mmmrrrr” I started moving my lips up and down his cock, while sucking harder and harder. “Fuck Brendon. So… Good…” He thrusted into my mouth and groaned. “Ohw. yess. Hmmmm”
I liked making him feel that good, that made me feel good too. But I kinda felt like a machine. I mean, I didn’t have any feelings towards him and just did what he told me to.
Well, maybe I did have some feelings for him, but I didn’t know if they were closer to love or hate. It was all so confusing.
Pete came with a loud whine of ‘fuuuuuck’ followed by my name. I immediately pulled back, but swallowed the first bit of coming.
Tears filled my eyes. I felt miserable. I felt being used. I didn’t want all of this. But I kept doing it and letting Pete do it.
Pete looked at me. “Brendon? Are you crying?” He sat back up and held me in his arms. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Bren, Baby” He laid us down on the bed and cuddled me. I kept crying.
-
The days that followed, Pete acted a little different around me. He seemed more caring. Less demanding. Less sexual. Nothing happened between us, except for some kisses. I did love his kisses. But I never kissed him in public. I would’ve never wanted anyone to find out about us. I would’ve never wanted anyone to know what had happened between us. It scared the shit out of me that anyone would suspect something. After all, I was not gay.
A couple of days later, I got into a huge fight with the rest of the band. I don’t even remember what it was about, because it was just nothing compared to what happened later that day.
I took the car and left. I just drove, not knowing were I was going. It didn’t matter, I just couldn’t deal with my friends at that moment. The rain splattered onto the window of the car, the wind blew loudly, and I could hear a thunder strike, after being blinded by lightening. I was glad I was in my car. Safe, and at full speed. But when the car stopped, I realised I had ran out of gasoline. Great, just great. If it wasn’t raining, I could’ve walked to a gas station, but no, I had to choose this fucking night to get into an argue with my friends and then run off.
I sighed and ran to the first house I saw, holding my jacket above my head to protect me from the rain. A girl of about fifteen, maybe sixteen years old opened the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I ran out of gas and I was wondering if I could use your pho…” She interrupted me and said with an annoying high voice, “Oh my god, are you the lead singer of Panic! At The Disco?” I sighed. “Yes, I am. Could I please use your phone?” She squeaked and before I had realised it, she had planted her lips on mine.
At that exact moment, her father came outside. “What are you doing to my daughter?!?” I had already pushed her away and looked at the man frightened. “I… I wasn’t… I’m sorry, I really wasn’t…” I didn’t get any further, as his fist hit my face. I reached at my nose and found my hand covered in blood. Another fist hit me in the stomach. I moaned, “Please, I would never do anything to your daughter” He looked at me with disgust. “Yeah right, just like her last boyfriend” He hit me again, making me lose my balance and making my head smack onto the concrete.
When I woke up on the driveway, it was already dark. My head hurt, well actually my whole face hurt, my stomach hurt, and about just everything else hurt too. The rain was still pouring. I was soaking. It was freezing.
I stood up slowly and painfully. I had no idea where to go. Wait, there was one person that lived only a couple of blocks away. And maybe that person could make me feel at least a little bit better, cause I felt like shit right now. I hoped that person could make this day just a little bit less terrible, maybe that person could let there happen one nice thing on this day.
I bent my head so the rain wouldn’t fall into my eyes, and made my way over to Pete’s house.
He opened the door. I stood there, my drenched hair covering my eyes, my clothes soaking, a trail of dried blood under my nose and bloodstains on my shirt. Pete’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god, Brendon, are you okay?“ I looked at him through my wet hair. “Please fuck me”
Pete came towards me, stroke the hair that was covering my eyes behind my ear and kissed me carefully. “Bren… What happened?” I kissed him hungry and whispered into his mouth, “Please, Pete, I don’t want to talk, just… fuck me. Please” Saying that trice wasn’t necessary.
He kissed me with lust and walked us towards the dining table without tearing our tongues apart. He lifted me up and put me down on the able. I saw him looking at the blood and I hoped he wasn’t disgust by it. But he growled and attacked my neck with his lips and tongue. “Mmmm Pete,” I groaned.
I threw my jacket on the floor and let him undo the buttons of my shirt. “I must say,” Pete started, “I wasn’t expecting you to be the one begging for us to have sex” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Things are never like you expect them to be” I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up. “You won’t regret this,” Pete said, before pulling his pants down. I lay back on the table so he could easily get rid of mine too.
He slips one finger in, making me moan already. But frightening came over me. I wanted to make him stop. But I couldn’t, I… “Oohw Pete,” I groaned when he added a second and third finger. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it felt sooo *insert moan here*
“I’m going to get some lube,” he said hoarsely and stood up. My eyes widened. This was it. I was going to get my first gayfuck. Shit.
Pete came back, coating his penis with the lube.
I looked at him. He smiled.
I chewed my lip. He smirked, crawled onto the table and whispered sensually, “hi hottie”
I didn’t smile.
“Pete… I… I don’t think this is such a good idea…” He kissed the tip of my nose and smile. “Don’t worry, it’s normal that you’re nervous on your first time. But trust me, you’ll love it” He placed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
“No… Pete… You don’t understand. I really don’t want this. It’s too soon” I was frightened that he wouldn’t listen. “Brendon, you have to trust me. I won’t hurt you. Well, at least not in a bad way,” he winked and pushed himself into me. “Ugh,” was my reaction. I got tears in my eyes. This did hurt. Physically and emotionally. “Believe me, it’ll get much better soon,” he groaned.
He thrusted hard and deep. “Holy shit!” I screamed, my head collapsed on the table. It did feel good, but I still definitely didn’t want this. “Pete,” I cried, “Please, get off of me, get out of me. Please stop” I wanted to get up, but he pressed my shoulders onto the table when I tried to. “Let me go,” I whined. Pete thrusted again with even more power. I couldn’t help but moan. “Bren, just relax” He kissed me, pushed deep inside of me again and relieved a loud moan.
I couldn’t fight him. He was too strong. I was too weak. He wouldn’t listen. I stopped trying and just let him.
He had raped me, and he hadn’t even realised it.
Author:
scd_licious
Pairing: Brendon Urie/Pete Wentz in this chapter, Ryan/Brendon overall
POV: Brendon's in this chap
Rated: NC-17
Warnigs: Do I really have to spoil my fic by giving warnings? Let's just say, don't read if you're all about fluff and can't stand angst.
Summary: Brendon's history with Pete
Discleamer: as real as the easterbunny.
dedication:
eleanorxorigby
Chapters: |Chapter1| |Chapter2| |Chapter3|
Brendon’s history with Pete.
(Brendon's POV)
After Pete signed us, I visited him when I was in the neighbourhood.
“Hi Pete, I was in town, so I thought I’d jump by to thank you again. Really man, thank you so much for signing us and believing in us” Pete laughed, “no problem. Come on in” I entered his home and sat down on his couch. “Mmm, it smells like vanilla in here” Pete nodded, “uhu, I loooove vanilla”
“And about the signing your band thing, I just had to. It was my calling to make this cute face famous” He took my chin between his fingers. “But maybe I made a mistake, maybe I should keep you all to myself” That’s when he kissed me for the first time. I immediately pulled back. “What the fuck?!? Eew, Pete, I’m straight! Straight as hell!”
“Don’t lie to me, Brendon. I’ve never been wrong when I thought someone was gay,” Pete said. “Well, there’s a first time for everything” I said defensively. I had never even thought about the possibility of me being gay. I never had a problem with people that are gay, I had gay friends, I could tell when a guy was hot, but I never felt like kissing a guy or something. But now I was confused. Pete made me wonder.
“And don’t lie to yourself. I know you want it” Pete stared into my eyes with a sensual look. I froze. I had no idea what I wanted. But it was the first time I felt like kissing a guy. He placed one of his hands on the back of my head and pulled me closer so he could kiss me again. He started by kissing me softly, taking my lower lip between his lips. I moaned softly and opened my mouth a little bit more, allowing his tongue to slip in and massage mine. After he broke the kiss, it took me a few moments to regain my composure. “Wow… I…” I said softly, not knowing how to continue. “Don’t speak,” Pete said, “come with me”
He took me to his room. I felt like I was in trance. I couldn’t think. Did I want it? I had no idea. After he had removed his hoodie, he pushed me gently onto the bed and kissed me passionately. First he got rid of my shirt. I still just let him do what he wanted to. I still didn’t say or do anything to stop him. I was still in trance. Then he removed my pants, leaving me in my boxers. I just lay there, watching him strip off his own pants. I was getting very positive I didn’t want this, and when he leant down to remove my underpants, I pushed him away. “Pete… No… Pete… I don’t want this… I’m not gay”
He gave me a small kiss. “Don’t keep using that excuse Brendon, I know - you know that you at least like boys. I’ll help you discover this side of you. Just let me give you a blowjob. That’s all I ask for” He kissed me again, while moving his hands gently down my body. I couldn’t stop thinking that I did like his hands on my body. And his kisses were just like a drug.
He found his way back to my boxers and removed them. I wasn’t hard. But his hands quickly made sure I was. “God Pete,” I cried. I still didn’t want this. But I didn’t want him to stop either. He started licking my tip like it was an ice cream. “Ohw fuck… Pete…” I moaned. His tongue was so warm, hot, and the first one that has ever touched my cock. He explored every inch of my cock with his tongue and then took me fully in his mouth. He was good at this. Really really really good. I panted and groaned loudly, until I came with a hoarse whine.
Pete swallowed my coming with delight and then started licking my cock clean slowly. I watched him with astonishment. “Mmmm” I let my head collapse on the bed again, panting.
I think I fell asleep after that, because the first thing I remembered was waking up in his bed. Pete wasn’t in his bedroom anymore. I quickly put on my clothes and made my way downstairs. Pete was making breakfast in the kitchen. I ran by him, not saying anything, not making eye contact, just getting out of there.
-
A couple of days later, I got a message from Pete on my answering machine.
“Erm… Hi, it’s me, Pete. I hope you don’t regret what happened last week. Why did you run off?
I was making pancakes for you. I had to eat them all by myself. *chuckle*
*pause*
Please Brendon, I want to talk to you. I hope I’ll see you again soon. Bye”
I don’t know why I did it, but I drove back to his house. When Pete opened the door and saw it was me, he gave me a kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here” I smiled nervously and chewed on my lip. Pete sat down on the couch and offered me a seat. After talking about some general things like the band and stuff, he asked me, “so why did you ran off?” I took a deep breath. “I freaked out, you freaked me out. I wasn’t ready for that. I don’t want all of this. Just… leave me alone” Pete looked into my eyes. “Than tell me, Brendon, if you don’t want this, than why are you here?” I didn’t know the answer to that. I have absolutely no clue why I did it, but I kissed him.
When I was around Pete, I wasn’t myself. I was a happy cheerful kid that knows what he wants. But not with Pete. He controlled me. I became his slave.
He took me to his room for the second time. “I like those lips and tongue of yours,” he started, “I wonder how they would feel on my cock… It’s your turn, Brendon” He leant down to my ear and whispered, “suck me” I surprised myself by even pondering I wanted to do that. I didn’t give an answer, but watched him while he stripped bare and lay down onto the bed. “Make me moan Brendon, make me moan at the top of my voice” I nodded with a bad grace and crawled onto the bed. What did I tell you about being his slave?
I had never given someone a blowjob before. Fortunately Pete was already hard. I had no idea what to do, so I started by taking his cock in my hand and stroking him slowly. Pete moved his legs further apart so I could reach him even better. I slowly took his cock into my mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned, “your mouth feels as good on my cock as it feels on my lips… And that’s a good thing…. A very good thing… Ohw… Mmmrrrr” I started moving my lips up and down his cock, while sucking harder and harder. “Fuck Brendon. So… Good…” He thrusted into my mouth and groaned. “Ohw. yess. Hmmmm”
I liked making him feel that good, that made me feel good too. But I kinda felt like a machine. I mean, I didn’t have any feelings towards him and just did what he told me to.
Well, maybe I did have some feelings for him, but I didn’t know if they were closer to love or hate. It was all so confusing.
Pete came with a loud whine of ‘fuuuuuck’ followed by my name. I immediately pulled back, but swallowed the first bit of coming.
Tears filled my eyes. I felt miserable. I felt being used. I didn’t want all of this. But I kept doing it and letting Pete do it.
Pete looked at me. “Brendon? Are you crying?” He sat back up and held me in his arms. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Bren, Baby” He laid us down on the bed and cuddled me. I kept crying.
-
The days that followed, Pete acted a little different around me. He seemed more caring. Less demanding. Less sexual. Nothing happened between us, except for some kisses. I did love his kisses. But I never kissed him in public. I would’ve never wanted anyone to find out about us. I would’ve never wanted anyone to know what had happened between us. It scared the shit out of me that anyone would suspect something. After all, I was not gay.
A couple of days later, I got into a huge fight with the rest of the band. I don’t even remember what it was about, because it was just nothing compared to what happened later that day.
I took the car and left. I just drove, not knowing were I was going. It didn’t matter, I just couldn’t deal with my friends at that moment. The rain splattered onto the window of the car, the wind blew loudly, and I could hear a thunder strike, after being blinded by lightening. I was glad I was in my car. Safe, and at full speed. But when the car stopped, I realised I had ran out of gasoline. Great, just great. If it wasn’t raining, I could’ve walked to a gas station, but no, I had to choose this fucking night to get into an argue with my friends and then run off.
I sighed and ran to the first house I saw, holding my jacket above my head to protect me from the rain. A girl of about fifteen, maybe sixteen years old opened the door. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I ran out of gas and I was wondering if I could use your pho…” She interrupted me and said with an annoying high voice, “Oh my god, are you the lead singer of Panic! At The Disco?” I sighed. “Yes, I am. Could I please use your phone?” She squeaked and before I had realised it, she had planted her lips on mine.
At that exact moment, her father came outside. “What are you doing to my daughter?!?” I had already pushed her away and looked at the man frightened. “I… I wasn’t… I’m sorry, I really wasn’t…” I didn’t get any further, as his fist hit my face. I reached at my nose and found my hand covered in blood. Another fist hit me in the stomach. I moaned, “Please, I would never do anything to your daughter” He looked at me with disgust. “Yeah right, just like her last boyfriend” He hit me again, making me lose my balance and making my head smack onto the concrete.
When I woke up on the driveway, it was already dark. My head hurt, well actually my whole face hurt, my stomach hurt, and about just everything else hurt too. The rain was still pouring. I was soaking. It was freezing.
I stood up slowly and painfully. I had no idea where to go. Wait, there was one person that lived only a couple of blocks away. And maybe that person could make me feel at least a little bit better, cause I felt like shit right now. I hoped that person could make this day just a little bit less terrible, maybe that person could let there happen one nice thing on this day.
I bent my head so the rain wouldn’t fall into my eyes, and made my way over to Pete’s house.
He opened the door. I stood there, my drenched hair covering my eyes, my clothes soaking, a trail of dried blood under my nose and bloodstains on my shirt. Pete’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god, Brendon, are you okay?“ I looked at him through my wet hair. “Please fuck me”
Pete came towards me, stroke the hair that was covering my eyes behind my ear and kissed me carefully. “Bren… What happened?” I kissed him hungry and whispered into his mouth, “Please, Pete, I don’t want to talk, just… fuck me. Please” Saying that trice wasn’t necessary.
He kissed me with lust and walked us towards the dining table without tearing our tongues apart. He lifted me up and put me down on the able. I saw him looking at the blood and I hoped he wasn’t disgust by it. But he growled and attacked my neck with his lips and tongue. “Mmmm Pete,” I groaned.
I threw my jacket on the floor and let him undo the buttons of my shirt. “I must say,” Pete started, “I wasn’t expecting you to be the one begging for us to have sex” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Things are never like you expect them to be” I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up. “You won’t regret this,” Pete said, before pulling his pants down. I lay back on the table so he could easily get rid of mine too.
He slips one finger in, making me moan already. But frightening came over me. I wanted to make him stop. But I couldn’t, I… “Oohw Pete,” I groaned when he added a second and third finger. It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it felt sooo *insert moan here*
“I’m going to get some lube,” he said hoarsely and stood up. My eyes widened. This was it. I was going to get my first gayfuck. Shit.
Pete came back, coating his penis with the lube.
I looked at him. He smiled.
I chewed my lip. He smirked, crawled onto the table and whispered sensually, “hi hottie”
I didn’t smile.
“Pete… I… I don’t think this is such a good idea…” He kissed the tip of my nose and smile. “Don’t worry, it’s normal that you’re nervous on your first time. But trust me, you’ll love it” He placed the tip of his cock against my entrance.
“No… Pete… You don’t understand. I really don’t want this. It’s too soon” I was frightened that he wouldn’t listen. “Brendon, you have to trust me. I won’t hurt you. Well, at least not in a bad way,” he winked and pushed himself into me. “Ugh,” was my reaction. I got tears in my eyes. This did hurt. Physically and emotionally. “Believe me, it’ll get much better soon,” he groaned.
He thrusted hard and deep. “Holy shit!” I screamed, my head collapsed on the table. It did feel good, but I still definitely didn’t want this. “Pete,” I cried, “Please, get off of me, get out of me. Please stop” I wanted to get up, but he pressed my shoulders onto the table when I tried to. “Let me go,” I whined. Pete thrusted again with even more power. I couldn’t help but moan. “Bren, just relax” He kissed me, pushed deep inside of me again and relieved a loud moan.
I couldn’t fight him. He was too strong. I was too weak. He wouldn’t listen. I stopped trying and just let him.
He had raped me, and he hadn’t even realised it.