It's Complicated... [01/??]
Title: It's Complicated...
Authors:Pati the_popup_book and Hilly hikaruikiru
Pair:Ryan/Josh; Ryan/Brendon; Josh/Hayley
POV:1st person; Ryan forever.
Summary: Ryan has a drunk one night stand which results into a big mess.
Disclaimer:The events depicted in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Author's Note:oh wow! This contains Mpreg. All men can have babies. Thank you very much my_life_myway33 for giving me motivation.
I hold the drink happily in my hand scanning the room for people I knew. Brendon wasn't with me, so I was lonely. I finally spot someone I know, but I don't really talk to him, Josh from the band Paramore. I walk up to him and start to make idle chatter.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask him.
"Nothing much. I thinking that I shouldn't have come. It's awkward when I'm without Hayley."
"I know the feeling. I usually have Brendon with me all the time and now that I don't, it's weird."
He laughs lightly.
"Why don't you join me for a drink?" I ask.
"I still have two years to go until that is legal for me."
"A lot of the people drinking though are underage. Don't worry. It's not like you're going to get caught."
Josh shrugs and then accepts. We sit down on the couch. I'm not sure how many drink we've had, but I'm feeling great.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know who's house this is."
"Really? I thought I was the only one. I just came to the party because everyone was talking about it."
"I think it's front man of Cobra..."
I place my hand on his leg. He was looking really good from my point of view. I never really looked at like I did now. He was so much prettier than Hayley. I don't stop myself from leaning in and kissing him. He doesn't respond for a bit and just as I'm pulling away, he pulls me close into a deeper kiss. We both get up from the couch feeling hot and heavy. We both look around for a vacant room. We find one and quickly close and lock the door behind ourselves. We undress quickly. It probably would be a lot more romantic if we undressed each other. We get on the bed awkwardly.
I didn't know what he wanted. Did he top? Well of course he did. I got on top of Josh anyways. I spit into my hand and rub the saliva on my hard dick. I wanted him bad. I don't even think about stretching him as I start to push into his tight hole. He's flinching all around as well. His nails were also dug into my back. I keep moving inside of him grunting every so often. I could feel it becoming easier to move inside him. In my drunken state, I feel ready to cum. I move my hand to get him off. He cums on my hand. A couple more thrusts and I cum deep inside him. I pull out and collapse from exhaustion after that.
---
I wake up the next morning with a hang over. When I look, I freeze. He wasn't awake, thankfully. I inch away from the bed not even remembering last nights events that led up to this. I barely even remember the sex. I get dressed as quickly and quietly as I could hoping he wouldn't stir. God, being the bitch he is, wakes Josh up. I freeze when our eyes meet. He seems completely appalled and looks away from me. He gets up and gets dressed. When we are decent, we look at each other.
"I'm not gay or anything..."
"It never happened. Besides, I doubt we'll meet again after today."
With that said, I leave the room hoping not to bump into anyone. Thankfully I don't. I get into my car and start driving. How could I do that? I just cheated. I could feel guilt eating away at my soul. I love Brendon, and I never wanted to cheat. I push that feeling far away; just like every other useless feeling. I can't go home feeling guilty. And like I told him, this never happened.
I reach home and find that everyone is still asleep. I quickly get into the shower. I scrub myself clean before I get out. I quickly dry myself and pull on a pair of boxers and pajama pants. I walk into the bedroom and see my beautiful Brendon sleeping. I get into the bed and kiss him softly. I do it until he begins to stir and wake up. He smiles at me and responds by deepening the kiss.
"I love you," I tell him softly.
"I love you, too. Now get in this bed and sleep with me."
"Literally or physically?" I ask him playing a bit."
"Well, we could always do both," Brendon responds in his best seductive voice while being tired.
I smile at him. "Get some more sleep first. I'll take you up om that offer when I know you will be able to stay awake."
Brendon makes that pouting that no human with a conscious can resist.
"I wanna cuddle. I was cold last night," Brendon says.
"Alright. I guess I could use the cuddles too."
I get underneath the covers with Brendon and snuggle up right next to him. I get as comfortable as I can and just fall asleep with him.
---
I wake up some time later and hear the house full of noise. Brendon was no longer next to me, I am can only guess why there is so much life around. I get up and put on a shirt before heading out to meet with the others. The first person I run into is Spencer.
"Hey there. I am guessing the party was a hit since you came back so late or I should say early," he says.
"More or less, yeah."
"So what happened? How hammered did you get?"
"Slammed. I barely remember anything."
Spencer laughs. He has no idea how bad that is. The guilt from last night returns as I remember exactly what I done. I grab a hold of Spencer's arm and pull him into the kitchen, which is thankfully empty.
"I fucked up, Spence," I tell him.
"Why? What happened?" Spencer asks in a serious voice.
"I had sex with someone."
"WHAT?! What the hell Ryan? Are you stupid?"
"Apparently. I was drunk. I know that isn't the best excuse in the world, but it's the only one I've got."
"Who?"
"Josh from Paramore."
"Fuck, Ry. I am not going to excuse you from this. You need to tell Brendon."
"No. I can't do that. He'll get hurt."
"He deserves to know."
"I'm not telling him and neither are you. Promise me you won't."
Spencer shakes his head. "You're my best friend, but I don't feel right doing that. You tell him. You're lucky I think that it does need to be you, but if he asks me straight out, I'm not lying. I'll keep my mouth shut until then."
"Thank you. But trust me, I will make up for what I did. And I'll probably never see him again ever. And I won't ever get drunk on my own again. I promise you that."
Spencer shakes his head. "I can't believe you would do such a thing and to Brendon. The more you wait, the more it's going to hurt him. You better pray that this doesn't ruin this band."
With that he walks away. I sigh heavily. He won't tell him; that's a relief. Now, I have to figure out what I can do to make it up to Brendon without making it obvious that I feel guilty. I go around looking for Brendon. I find him in the music room. He was sitting on a stool with his back to me. I smile slightly as he strums a guitar. I close and lock the door behind myself. I walk up to him and put my arms around his neck from behind.
"Sex, love?" I ask him.
He puts the guitar down and looks up to where he can see my face.
"You have very clean nostrils, Mr. Ross. I can see all the way up to your brain."
I can't help but laugh. He totally spoiled the mood, but that didn't matter. I still had sex on his mind. Brendon stands up and moves closer to me.
"I can't refuse sex with you, Ry."
I start it off by kissing Brendon. The two of us enjoyed kissing each other more than anything, except sex. Brendon pulls away and pulls off my shirt. I unbutton his and he works on my pants. I open his shirt and kiss his collarbone. I suck gently on it leaving a cute, red mark. I help Brendon with his pants and we finally are naked as soon as I pull his pants and boxers down. I push him up against a wall as I kiss him roughly.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Shit...I don't."
"That's okay. We don't need one. It's not like I'm going to get pregnant."
I pick his leg up and slick my fingers with saliva. I move my fingers to his ass and force two in. He cringes slightly. I know he can take it. We've been doing this since high school, since I was a senior and he was a junior. I scissor my fingers trying to stretch him as quickly as possible. I add a third. He finally moans as I find his prostate.
"Please Ry," he pants slightly. "I want to feel you."
I take my fingers and spit in my hand once more. I put saliva on my hard dick and pick him up slightly off the ground. I lower him on it and he quickly gets used to the feeling. He wraps his arms around me giving himself leverage as I move inside him. I pick his other leg up supporting him against the wall. I find his prostate again and pound into him. He pushes at me and I let him go.
"Let's take this to the floor."
He lies down and spreads his legs for me. I get on top of him and replace myself inside him. I decide to give him another love mark. I loved claiming him with it. I liked actually showing people what I owned. I feel my self close and kiss his lips again.
"I'm close, Ry," Brendon says.
"Me too."
I move my hand down his body and wrap it around his dick. I pump him fast trying to get him off first. He finally cums on my hand and stomach. I continue on until I finally cum. I thought of pulling out, but I decide against it. I keep moving until I'm done. I pull out of him and lie down on his chest.
"I love you so much, Brendon."
"I love you too."
We stay like that naked on the floor for a good hour until knocking ruins our moment. We get up lazily and get our clothes on. I open the door and see Spencer and Jon.
"You didn't," Spencer says.
"They did," Jon says catching a whiff of the room.
"Don't just have sex anywhere. Now I have to air out the room," Spencer complains.
Brendon and I leave the room to our bedroom. I kiss him.
"You're acting really lovable today," Brendon says.
"I just feel that I've been taking our love for granted. I want to make it up to you."
"Okay. I think I'm going to enjoy this wild ride into Ryan's feelings."
Authors:Pati the_popup_book and Hilly hikaruikiru
Pair:Ryan/Josh; Ryan/Brendon; Josh/Hayley
POV:1st person; Ryan forever.
Summary: Ryan has a drunk one night stand which results into a big mess.
Disclaimer:The events depicted in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Author's Note:oh wow! This contains Mpreg. All men can have babies. Thank you very much my_life_myway33 for giving me motivation.
I hold the drink happily in my hand scanning the room for people I knew. Brendon wasn't with me, so I was lonely. I finally spot someone I know, but I don't really talk to him, Josh from the band Paramore. I walk up to him and start to make idle chatter.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask him.
"Nothing much. I thinking that I shouldn't have come. It's awkward when I'm without Hayley."
"I know the feeling. I usually have Brendon with me all the time and now that I don't, it's weird."
He laughs lightly.
"Why don't you join me for a drink?" I ask.
"I still have two years to go until that is legal for me."
"A lot of the people drinking though are underage. Don't worry. It's not like you're going to get caught."
Josh shrugs and then accepts. We sit down on the couch. I'm not sure how many drink we've had, but I'm feeling great.
"To tell you the truth, I don't know who's house this is."
"Really? I thought I was the only one. I just came to the party because everyone was talking about it."
"I think it's front man of Cobra..."
I place my hand on his leg. He was looking really good from my point of view. I never really looked at like I did now. He was so much prettier than Hayley. I don't stop myself from leaning in and kissing him. He doesn't respond for a bit and just as I'm pulling away, he pulls me close into a deeper kiss. We both get up from the couch feeling hot and heavy. We both look around for a vacant room. We find one and quickly close and lock the door behind ourselves. We undress quickly. It probably would be a lot more romantic if we undressed each other. We get on the bed awkwardly.
I didn't know what he wanted. Did he top? Well of course he did. I got on top of Josh anyways. I spit into my hand and rub the saliva on my hard dick. I wanted him bad. I don't even think about stretching him as I start to push into his tight hole. He's flinching all around as well. His nails were also dug into my back. I keep moving inside of him grunting every so often. I could feel it becoming easier to move inside him. In my drunken state, I feel ready to cum. I move my hand to get him off. He cums on my hand. A couple more thrusts and I cum deep inside him. I pull out and collapse from exhaustion after that.
---
I wake up the next morning with a hang over. When I look, I freeze. He wasn't awake, thankfully. I inch away from the bed not even remembering last nights events that led up to this. I barely even remember the sex. I get dressed as quickly and quietly as I could hoping he wouldn't stir. God, being the bitch he is, wakes Josh up. I freeze when our eyes meet. He seems completely appalled and looks away from me. He gets up and gets dressed. When we are decent, we look at each other.
"I'm not gay or anything..."
"It never happened. Besides, I doubt we'll meet again after today."
With that said, I leave the room hoping not to bump into anyone. Thankfully I don't. I get into my car and start driving. How could I do that? I just cheated. I could feel guilt eating away at my soul. I love Brendon, and I never wanted to cheat. I push that feeling far away; just like every other useless feeling. I can't go home feeling guilty. And like I told him, this never happened.
I reach home and find that everyone is still asleep. I quickly get into the shower. I scrub myself clean before I get out. I quickly dry myself and pull on a pair of boxers and pajama pants. I walk into the bedroom and see my beautiful Brendon sleeping. I get into the bed and kiss him softly. I do it until he begins to stir and wake up. He smiles at me and responds by deepening the kiss.
"I love you," I tell him softly.
"I love you, too. Now get in this bed and sleep with me."
"Literally or physically?" I ask him playing a bit."
"Well, we could always do both," Brendon responds in his best seductive voice while being tired.
I smile at him. "Get some more sleep first. I'll take you up om that offer when I know you will be able to stay awake."
Brendon makes that pouting that no human with a conscious can resist.
"I wanna cuddle. I was cold last night," Brendon says.
"Alright. I guess I could use the cuddles too."
I get underneath the covers with Brendon and snuggle up right next to him. I get as comfortable as I can and just fall asleep with him.
---
I wake up some time later and hear the house full of noise. Brendon was no longer next to me, I am can only guess why there is so much life around. I get up and put on a shirt before heading out to meet with the others. The first person I run into is Spencer.
"Hey there. I am guessing the party was a hit since you came back so late or I should say early," he says.
"More or less, yeah."
"So what happened? How hammered did you get?"
"Slammed. I barely remember anything."
Spencer laughs. He has no idea how bad that is. The guilt from last night returns as I remember exactly what I done. I grab a hold of Spencer's arm and pull him into the kitchen, which is thankfully empty.
"I fucked up, Spence," I tell him.
"Why? What happened?" Spencer asks in a serious voice.
"I had sex with someone."
"WHAT?! What the hell Ryan? Are you stupid?"
"Apparently. I was drunk. I know that isn't the best excuse in the world, but it's the only one I've got."
"Who?"
"Josh from Paramore."
"Fuck, Ry. I am not going to excuse you from this. You need to tell Brendon."
"No. I can't do that. He'll get hurt."
"He deserves to know."
"I'm not telling him and neither are you. Promise me you won't."
Spencer shakes his head. "You're my best friend, but I don't feel right doing that. You tell him. You're lucky I think that it does need to be you, but if he asks me straight out, I'm not lying. I'll keep my mouth shut until then."
"Thank you. But trust me, I will make up for what I did. And I'll probably never see him again ever. And I won't ever get drunk on my own again. I promise you that."
Spencer shakes his head. "I can't believe you would do such a thing and to Brendon. The more you wait, the more it's going to hurt him. You better pray that this doesn't ruin this band."
With that he walks away. I sigh heavily. He won't tell him; that's a relief. Now, I have to figure out what I can do to make it up to Brendon without making it obvious that I feel guilty. I go around looking for Brendon. I find him in the music room. He was sitting on a stool with his back to me. I smile slightly as he strums a guitar. I close and lock the door behind myself. I walk up to him and put my arms around his neck from behind.
"Sex, love?" I ask him.
He puts the guitar down and looks up to where he can see my face.
"You have very clean nostrils, Mr. Ross. I can see all the way up to your brain."
I can't help but laugh. He totally spoiled the mood, but that didn't matter. I still had sex on his mind. Brendon stands up and moves closer to me.
"I can't refuse sex with you, Ry."
I start it off by kissing Brendon. The two of us enjoyed kissing each other more than anything, except sex. Brendon pulls away and pulls off my shirt. I unbutton his and he works on my pants. I open his shirt and kiss his collarbone. I suck gently on it leaving a cute, red mark. I help Brendon with his pants and we finally are naked as soon as I pull his pants and boxers down. I push him up against a wall as I kiss him roughly.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Shit...I don't."
"That's okay. We don't need one. It's not like I'm going to get pregnant."
I pick his leg up and slick my fingers with saliva. I move my fingers to his ass and force two in. He cringes slightly. I know he can take it. We've been doing this since high school, since I was a senior and he was a junior. I scissor my fingers trying to stretch him as quickly as possible. I add a third. He finally moans as I find his prostate.
"Please Ry," he pants slightly. "I want to feel you."
I take my fingers and spit in my hand once more. I put saliva on my hard dick and pick him up slightly off the ground. I lower him on it and he quickly gets used to the feeling. He wraps his arms around me giving himself leverage as I move inside him. I pick his other leg up supporting him against the wall. I find his prostate again and pound into him. He pushes at me and I let him go.
"Let's take this to the floor."
He lies down and spreads his legs for me. I get on top of him and replace myself inside him. I decide to give him another love mark. I loved claiming him with it. I liked actually showing people what I owned. I feel my self close and kiss his lips again.
"I'm close, Ry," Brendon says.
"Me too."
I move my hand down his body and wrap it around his dick. I pump him fast trying to get him off first. He finally cums on my hand and stomach. I continue on until I finally cum. I thought of pulling out, but I decide against it. I keep moving until I'm done. I pull out of him and lie down on his chest.
"I love you so much, Brendon."
"I love you too."
We stay like that naked on the floor for a good hour until knocking ruins our moment. We get up lazily and get our clothes on. I open the door and see Spencer and Jon.
"You didn't," Spencer says.
"They did," Jon says catching a whiff of the room.
"Don't just have sex anywhere. Now I have to air out the room," Spencer complains.
Brendon and I leave the room to our bedroom. I kiss him.
"You're acting really lovable today," Brendon says.
"I just feel that I've been taking our love for granted. I want to make it up to you."
"Okay. I think I'm going to enjoy this wild ride into Ryan's feelings."