Sing Me To Sleep [4/?]
Title: Sing Me To Sleep [4/?]
Author: Kylie SpencerCensorrr
Rating: Ehh...Pretty PG13 this time.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon.......Eventually....
POV: First. Switches.
Summary: What do you do when you lose the love of your life?...You start falling for your best friend...
Disclaimer: Yeah, so Ryan's in my closet, Brendon's under my bed, Spencer's in my bathtub, and Jon's downstairs chattin' it up with my parents.
Teaser: "S-so I wasssayin' you'd be a preeeetty good kisser Rossssss."
Prologue.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Brendon
"Hey Bren we gotta -longpause-....the FUCK? I opened my eyes to Jon, who was wearing the most shocked, creeped out look on his face. I was suddenly very aware of the body whose four limbs seemed to wrap themselves around me in various positions last night. The body whose head was nestled between my jaw and shoulder. The body that belonged to Ryan Ross.
I groaned and untangled myself from Ryan's skinny form, careful not to wake him. Jon looked like he wanted to laugh or hit me. Maybe both.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BRENDON?" He yelled once we were in the kitchen area. I winced and looked at my feet. I sat him down and told him everything that happened last night.
"I didn't...Have a dream last night did I?" I bit my lip.
"Not that I could tell. But geez Bren...that's not what he needs right now! He just got out of that whole numb-thing..."
I sighed. "I know...I just want him to be happy again..." Jon put his hand on my shoulder, but removed it when Ryan walked into the room.
"H-hey Ryan." I stuttered, startled that he was awake.
"I heard you guys talking about me." I felt my stomach drop out of my body. Fuck.
"How much did you hear??" Jon and myself exchanged worried glances.
"Ehh not much really. Just my name here and there." He smiled. I let out a breath. Something was different today. His voice was no longer monotone and his cheeks had colour in them. But the thing that really caught my attention was the fact that his smile reached his eyes. I caught myself staring and looked at my feet.
God, what am I gunna do? I am basically hopelessly in love with this boy and nothing I say or do can make him love me back.
I sighed as I got lost in my thoughts. My Sidekick started to ring, making me jump. I scrambled to pick it up. It was Pete.
I calmed myself down before answering, "Hey Pete."
"Brendon! Just the man I wanted to talk to." Well duh, you fucking called me. I rolled my eyes when I realized he couldn't see me.
I fake-laughed. "What's up?"
"Well, I was thinking we should all hang out! You know, you guys, Beckett, Travis, Shaant, us four...I think Ryan needs some time to get away." I snuck a glace at the aforementioned Ryan. He was busying himself making pancakes. I sighed and watched the way his arms moved.
"Hello...? Brendon?"
"What? Uh..yeah Pete. Sounds good."
"Great. We'll meet in Michigan tomorrow." We were currently in Pennsylvania so we had quite a drive ahead of us. I went to the front and told our driver the plans.
"What'd Wentz want?" Ryan spoke to me, not taking his eyes away from his pancakes. I found myself staring at him again. He looked up at me expectantly. I mentally slapped myself.
"He uh...wanted us all to hang out tomorrow night. At a hotel in Michigan." Ryan was smiling again. He really did look happy. Maybe all of that crying last night did him good.
"Better not try to rape me in the hotel room, Urie." He laughed.God what a fucking beautiful sound.
"Well as long as you don't make yourself look too hot, Ross."
I wallowed in the fact that we were being our old best-friend-flirtish selves, ignoring the looks I was getting from Jon and Spencer.
--
Arriving at the hotel in Michigan, three hours off schedule due to getting lost, we were greeted by none other than William-Fucking-Beckett in the lobby. His tall, lanky form managed to wrap itself around the four of us at once. Zach was a-whole-nother matter altogether.
"Hey Lovelies!" I honestly don't get how he can pull off such a flamingly gay phrase and still be the straightest guy I know...Well, as far as I'm aware anyway...
He grinned at us as I saw a new form running towards us at an alarming speed, a tired-looking, rather slow bulldog at his side. "GUYS!" I barely had time to register what happened before I was on the ground, Pete having tackled me and Hemmingway lapping at my face. As I regained my composure, I was happy to see that the two had made it over to the rest of the boys.
Travis, Patrick, Andy, and Shaant were in the lobby shortly after, Joe still up in his hotel room, smoking a quick joint before following suit of everyone else.
It was getting dark out and Pete suggested going to the indoor pool and getting fucking wasted. FUCK. YES. PLEASE.
Ryan ordered something bluish and girly once we got to the poolside bar, and I got the same bluish and girly whatever-it-was. It was actually freakishly good, fucking strong too.
Fuck. I don't have a swimsuit. I looked at the rest of the guys splashing about in the pool, and was exceptionally pleased that they weren't wearing swimsuits either. No, they weren't naked, perverts. They were all adorned in their boxers. All of the normal people were asleep anyway, so the pool was pretty much empty. Quickly stripping down to my own boxers, I ran and jumped into the pool, splashing everyone within ten feet.
As soon as I came up to the surface for air, I felt myself being dunked back down. I opened my eyes undernieth the water to a pair of sickeningly long, skinny legs. Oh William, that fucking bitch. I'll get him. I pulled one of those pencil-thin legs out form under him and he came crashing down into the water. I grinned at him as I pushed myself up for air.
William came above surface in a huff, trying [though not succeeding] to glare daggers at me. His crooked smile fighting for dominance over his face. He's hot, I'm not gunna lie, but he's more like a brother to me.
"LET'S PLAY CHICKEN!" I heard Travis bellow from somewhere in the deep-end. Oh God I love this game. "Who wants to play?" Mine and William's hands shot up simultaneously. Patrick and Pete were too busy dunking each other and Joe, Andy, and Shaant were having a contest on who could make the biggest splash.
"I'll play." I looked to my left and saw Ryan making his way over to us, grinning broadly. My stomach lurched.
"I CALL TRAVIS' SHOULDERS!" William called before anyone had a chance to say anything. Travis dunked him and he fell into the water, limbs flying everywhere.
I looked at Ryan, "Wanna be on top?" Oh. My. Fucking. Lord. Almighty. I slapped myself mentally for making that sound to fucking dirty. Ryan's grin widened.
"Oh, so you are a bottom, Bren?" I sent a few middle fingers flying his way, which he rolled his eyes to as he climbed upon my shoulders.
"Ready, set, GO!" William yelled as he and Ryan started struggling with each other. God it was so fucking funny. If you've ever seen how freakishly TINY both of these guys are, you can imagine that neither of them were getting very far in knocking the other down. Travis and myself exchanged amused looks which were soon followed my howling laughter.
But then I felt something. Something that happened to be resting between Ryan's legs, obscured by his boxers. Something that was now unknowingly rubbing at the back of my neck. Oh fuck. I could NOT get hard here!
I tried to picture anything to try and get my mind off of what felt so pleasurably good rubbing at me that way, but any attempt just made it worse. And all the twisting and turning was making the water glide over my member oh-so-nicely. Fuck I can't believe this.
In a valient attempt to make an escape, I "Lost my footing" underwater which sent Ryan flying off into another direction. He glared at me.
"I was almost winning." He huffed. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I had to pee. And trust me Babe, you weren't almost winning." He glared at me some more as I left the pool area to relieve myself, in more ways than one.
--
We all decided to get five hotel rooms. William and Travis in one, Pete, Patrick, and Joe in another, then Shaant and Andy, Ryan and Spencer, and finally, myself and Jon. Deciding to congregate in Travis and William's room to get wasted for the evening, we all arrived at their door after showering off and changing clothes.
"Welcome guys!" William had on some sort of crown/cardboard-confetti-thing. Again, I have doubts on his sexuality. Stepping inside the room, I see alomst every expenive alcoholic beverage I could ever dream of, and a few non-expensive items.
Once everyone had arrived, we finally decided to get our party on. Someone had brought an iPod and speakers and we were dancing like drunken lable-mates to their music.
The dancing winded down sometime later and everyone was sitting in a circle drunkenly yelling talking.
"-AND THEN I FELL ON HIM!"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
"-AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID? HE SAID FUCK OFF!"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
"-AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLLLLL. INCASE GOD DOESN'T SHOWWWW"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
Suddenly, I actuall felt strangely sober. Alcohol is funny isn't it? It can make you so drunk you can forget your mother, and it can make you sober. Or maybe I'm just too drunk to notice. Yeah. If I was sober, I wouldn't be sitting on Ryan Ross' lap right now, confessing my love to him.
"S-so I wasssayin' you'd be a preeeetty good kisser Rossssss."
"Oh-hiccup-Reallllly Urie? Why don't you fiiiiind out."
Before I knew it, my lips were on Ryan's. My senses were awakened as I felt the burn if his so soft lips against mine. I felt every single spot that the drunken kiss made contact with and I was soon slipping my tongue into his mouth. He accepted and our mouth-muscles moved together for what seemed like an eternity.
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
Ryan
I awoke in the middle of the night as I felt my insides shove themselves out of my mouth. I was still pretty wasted and I didn't exactly remember a thing. My lips burned though...But maybe it was just the vomit.
After a few rounds of heaving into my new porcelain friend, I felt that I was done. Taking a bucket with me to be safe, I glanced at Spencer. He was sprawled across his bed in a position that would have his joints aching in the morning. I let loose a slight chuckle.
Upon doing so, I heard a noise from next door, Brendon and Jon's room. It was a moan. Seeking to get a little entertainment from this, I made my way out of my door, into the hallway, listening through the door of my bandmates'. Another moan. It was definately Brendon. I curiously wondered who he was dreaming about.
"Rrr...Nnh.." I pressed my face to the floor so I could hear through the crack. The moans were getting louder and more frequent and I could tell he was close to climaxing.
"Oh God! Oh God!" I laughed silently, urging him with my mind to continue.
"Nnnnh...RYAN"
I remembered Brendon's lips upon mine in an abrupt wave. I could sense every ounce of alcohol leave my body and I suddenly felt that the need of my porcelain friend was more necessary than ever.
Brendon
I groaned as light flooded through the window of the dim hotel room. My body ached horribly from last night. Note to self: Never drink again. Fuck I couldn't remember anything from last night. Actually, scratch that. I do remember quite an amazing dream involving Ryan and myself, and let me tell you, It was only a dream a drunk-beyond-belief-sexually-frustrated-man could come up with.
Sighing, I heaved myself out of bed, and walked towards the door, glancing at Jon, whose feet were on his pillow and his face at the foot of the bed. Opening the heavy hotel-door, I bent down to pick up the newspaper, browsing through it until a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of Ryan and Jasey, with the story on the crash.
And right next to the picture, lay another picture, a picture of the drunken driver. Upon sighting it, My eyes grew wide as dinner-plates.
What the-...Oh shit.
Author: Kylie SpencerCensorrr
Rating: Ehh...Pretty PG13 this time.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon.......Eventually....
POV: First. Switches.
Summary: What do you do when you lose the love of your life?...You start falling for your best friend...
Disclaimer: Yeah, so Ryan's in my closet, Brendon's under my bed, Spencer's in my bathtub, and Jon's downstairs chattin' it up with my parents.
Teaser: "S-so I wasssayin' you'd be a preeeetty good kisser Rossssss."
Prologue.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Brendon
"Hey Bren we gotta -longpause-....the FUCK? I opened my eyes to Jon, who was wearing the most shocked, creeped out look on his face. I was suddenly very aware of the body whose four limbs seemed to wrap themselves around me in various positions last night. The body whose head was nestled between my jaw and shoulder. The body that belonged to Ryan Ross.
I groaned and untangled myself from Ryan's skinny form, careful not to wake him. Jon looked like he wanted to laugh or hit me. Maybe both.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BRENDON?" He yelled once we were in the kitchen area. I winced and looked at my feet. I sat him down and told him everything that happened last night.
"I didn't...Have a dream last night did I?" I bit my lip.
"Not that I could tell. But geez Bren...that's not what he needs right now! He just got out of that whole numb-thing..."
I sighed. "I know...I just want him to be happy again..." Jon put his hand on my shoulder, but removed it when Ryan walked into the room.
"H-hey Ryan." I stuttered, startled that he was awake.
"I heard you guys talking about me." I felt my stomach drop out of my body. Fuck.
"How much did you hear??" Jon and myself exchanged worried glances.
"Ehh not much really. Just my name here and there." He smiled. I let out a breath. Something was different today. His voice was no longer monotone and his cheeks had colour in them. But the thing that really caught my attention was the fact that his smile reached his eyes. I caught myself staring and looked at my feet.
God, what am I gunna do? I am basically hopelessly in love with this boy and nothing I say or do can make him love me back.
I sighed as I got lost in my thoughts. My Sidekick started to ring, making me jump. I scrambled to pick it up. It was Pete.
I calmed myself down before answering, "Hey Pete."
"Brendon! Just the man I wanted to talk to." Well duh, you fucking called me. I rolled my eyes when I realized he couldn't see me.
I fake-laughed. "What's up?"
"Well, I was thinking we should all hang out! You know, you guys, Beckett, Travis, Shaant, us four...I think Ryan needs some time to get away." I snuck a glace at the aforementioned Ryan. He was busying himself making pancakes. I sighed and watched the way his arms moved.
"Hello...? Brendon?"
"What? Uh..yeah Pete. Sounds good."
"Great. We'll meet in Michigan tomorrow." We were currently in Pennsylvania so we had quite a drive ahead of us. I went to the front and told our driver the plans.
"What'd Wentz want?" Ryan spoke to me, not taking his eyes away from his pancakes. I found myself staring at him again. He looked up at me expectantly. I mentally slapped myself.
"He uh...wanted us all to hang out tomorrow night. At a hotel in Michigan." Ryan was smiling again. He really did look happy. Maybe all of that crying last night did him good.
"Better not try to rape me in the hotel room, Urie." He laughed.God what a fucking beautiful sound.
"Well as long as you don't make yourself look too hot, Ross."
I wallowed in the fact that we were being our old best-friend-flirtish selves, ignoring the looks I was getting from Jon and Spencer.
--
Arriving at the hotel in Michigan, three hours off schedule due to getting lost, we were greeted by none other than William-Fucking-Beckett in the lobby. His tall, lanky form managed to wrap itself around the four of us at once. Zach was a-whole-nother matter altogether.
"Hey Lovelies!" I honestly don't get how he can pull off such a flamingly gay phrase and still be the straightest guy I know...Well, as far as I'm aware anyway...
He grinned at us as I saw a new form running towards us at an alarming speed, a tired-looking, rather slow bulldog at his side. "GUYS!" I barely had time to register what happened before I was on the ground, Pete having tackled me and Hemmingway lapping at my face. As I regained my composure, I was happy to see that the two had made it over to the rest of the boys.
Travis, Patrick, Andy, and Shaant were in the lobby shortly after, Joe still up in his hotel room, smoking a quick joint before following suit of everyone else.
It was getting dark out and Pete suggested going to the indoor pool and getting fucking wasted. FUCK. YES. PLEASE.
Ryan ordered something bluish and girly once we got to the poolside bar, and I got the same bluish and girly whatever-it-was. It was actually freakishly good, fucking strong too.
Fuck. I don't have a swimsuit. I looked at the rest of the guys splashing about in the pool, and was exceptionally pleased that they weren't wearing swimsuits either. No, they weren't naked, perverts. They were all adorned in their boxers. All of the normal people were asleep anyway, so the pool was pretty much empty. Quickly stripping down to my own boxers, I ran and jumped into the pool, splashing everyone within ten feet.
As soon as I came up to the surface for air, I felt myself being dunked back down. I opened my eyes undernieth the water to a pair of sickeningly long, skinny legs. Oh William, that fucking bitch. I'll get him. I pulled one of those pencil-thin legs out form under him and he came crashing down into the water. I grinned at him as I pushed myself up for air.
William came above surface in a huff, trying [though not succeeding] to glare daggers at me. His crooked smile fighting for dominance over his face. He's hot, I'm not gunna lie, but he's more like a brother to me.
"LET'S PLAY CHICKEN!" I heard Travis bellow from somewhere in the deep-end. Oh God I love this game. "Who wants to play?" Mine and William's hands shot up simultaneously. Patrick and Pete were too busy dunking each other and Joe, Andy, and Shaant were having a contest on who could make the biggest splash.
"I'll play." I looked to my left and saw Ryan making his way over to us, grinning broadly. My stomach lurched.
"I CALL TRAVIS' SHOULDERS!" William called before anyone had a chance to say anything. Travis dunked him and he fell into the water, limbs flying everywhere.
I looked at Ryan, "Wanna be on top?" Oh. My. Fucking. Lord. Almighty. I slapped myself mentally for making that sound to fucking dirty. Ryan's grin widened.
"Oh, so you are a bottom, Bren?" I sent a few middle fingers flying his way, which he rolled his eyes to as he climbed upon my shoulders.
"Ready, set, GO!" William yelled as he and Ryan started struggling with each other. God it was so fucking funny. If you've ever seen how freakishly TINY both of these guys are, you can imagine that neither of them were getting very far in knocking the other down. Travis and myself exchanged amused looks which were soon followed my howling laughter.
But then I felt something. Something that happened to be resting between Ryan's legs, obscured by his boxers. Something that was now unknowingly rubbing at the back of my neck. Oh fuck. I could NOT get hard here!
I tried to picture anything to try and get my mind off of what felt so pleasurably good rubbing at me that way, but any attempt just made it worse. And all the twisting and turning was making the water glide over my member oh-so-nicely. Fuck I can't believe this.
In a valient attempt to make an escape, I "Lost my footing" underwater which sent Ryan flying off into another direction. He glared at me.
"I was almost winning." He huffed. I shrugged my shoulders.
"I had to pee. And trust me Babe, you weren't almost winning." He glared at me some more as I left the pool area to relieve myself, in more ways than one.
--
We all decided to get five hotel rooms. William and Travis in one, Pete, Patrick, and Joe in another, then Shaant and Andy, Ryan and Spencer, and finally, myself and Jon. Deciding to congregate in Travis and William's room to get wasted for the evening, we all arrived at their door after showering off and changing clothes.
"Welcome guys!" William had on some sort of crown/cardboard-confetti-thing. Again, I have doubts on his sexuality. Stepping inside the room, I see alomst every expenive alcoholic beverage I could ever dream of, and a few non-expensive items.
Once everyone had arrived, we finally decided to get our party on. Someone had brought an iPod and speakers and we were dancing like drunken lable-mates to their music.
The dancing winded down sometime later and everyone was sitting in a circle drunkenly yelling talking.
"-AND THEN I FELL ON HIM!"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
"-AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID? HE SAID FUCK OFF!"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
"-AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLLLLL. INCASE GOD DOESN'T SHOWWWW"
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
Suddenly, I actuall felt strangely sober. Alcohol is funny isn't it? It can make you so drunk you can forget your mother, and it can make you sober. Or maybe I'm just too drunk to notice. Yeah. If I was sober, I wouldn't be sitting on Ryan Ross' lap right now, confessing my love to him.
"S-so I wasssayin' you'd be a preeeetty good kisser Rossssss."
"Oh-hiccup-Reallllly Urie? Why don't you fiiiiind out."
Before I knew it, my lips were on Ryan's. My senses were awakened as I felt the burn if his so soft lips against mine. I felt every single spot that the drunken kiss made contact with and I was soon slipping my tongue into his mouth. He accepted and our mouth-muscles moved together for what seemed like an eternity.
Roars of laughter.
More drinks.
Ryan
I awoke in the middle of the night as I felt my insides shove themselves out of my mouth. I was still pretty wasted and I didn't exactly remember a thing. My lips burned though...But maybe it was just the vomit.
After a few rounds of heaving into my new porcelain friend, I felt that I was done. Taking a bucket with me to be safe, I glanced at Spencer. He was sprawled across his bed in a position that would have his joints aching in the morning. I let loose a slight chuckle.
Upon doing so, I heard a noise from next door, Brendon and Jon's room. It was a moan. Seeking to get a little entertainment from this, I made my way out of my door, into the hallway, listening through the door of my bandmates'. Another moan. It was definately Brendon. I curiously wondered who he was dreaming about.
"Rrr...Nnh.." I pressed my face to the floor so I could hear through the crack. The moans were getting louder and more frequent and I could tell he was close to climaxing.
"Oh God! Oh God!" I laughed silently, urging him with my mind to continue.
"Nnnnh...RYAN"
I remembered Brendon's lips upon mine in an abrupt wave. I could sense every ounce of alcohol leave my body and I suddenly felt that the need of my porcelain friend was more necessary than ever.
Brendon
I groaned as light flooded through the window of the dim hotel room. My body ached horribly from last night. Note to self: Never drink again. Fuck I couldn't remember anything from last night. Actually, scratch that. I do remember quite an amazing dream involving Ryan and myself, and let me tell you, It was only a dream a drunk-beyond-belief-sexually-frustrated-man could come up with.
Sighing, I heaved myself out of bed, and walked towards the door, glancing at Jon, whose feet were on his pillow and his face at the foot of the bed. Opening the heavy hotel-door, I bent down to pick up the newspaper, browsing through it until a picture caught my eye. It was a picture of Ryan and Jasey, with the story on the crash.
And right next to the picture, lay another picture, a picture of the drunken driver. Upon sighting it, My eyes grew wide as dinner-plates.
What the-...Oh shit.