A Look Behind the Lens [1/12]
Title:A Look Behind the Lens
Author:Pat Pat the_popup_book and HillyBev hikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Brendon Urie (PATD)/Jack Marin (exCIWWAF); Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
POV:1st person (Brendon Urie's POV)
Summary:Brendon loved taking pictures of pretty things especially of this particular stranger.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:lol...we all just live in a very gay worldthis was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
|Prologue
Chapter 1
I left work...late. Apparently, I was labeled the quiet one at work. Whatever that means. I knew I wasn’t quiet. My friends knew that I was a loudmouth that needed to shut his mouth, but whatever. I needed a drink. I always need a drink; just something to calm me down since I never really like work in the first place. I enter the bar. The usual bar I go to. It’s full of prostitutes, drunks, and sometimes the homeless; my crowd. Almost everyone here knows me. They know that I’m talkative (get me drunk enough) and they know that I’m reserved (I don‘t go for prostitutes).
“Hey Brendon,” a voice says.
I see Ryan Ross. He’s very common here. Usually he leaves with very old men. He’s wearing a nice outfit that makes him stand out from the normal. He is of course trying to get noticed. Prostitutes compete with one another.
“Ryan, how is business?”
“Slow,” he says sticking his tongue out. He looks around. “None of my usuals are here.”
“That’s too bad.”
I sit at the bar and order my regular.
“I say you at a different bar. It was weird because I’ve never seen you at a different bar.”
“Just trying something different. What were you doing there?”
“Friend’s birthday party. It was hot. When Jack went to get you, you should have come.”
“I’m not all too sociable. I’m really shy.”
“That’s bullshit, Bren. You talk more than my clients moan out my name. Of course, you’re usually drunk. And yesterday, there was free alcohol. Jack was paying for it all.”
“How long have you known Jack?”
"Grade school. Kid’s age. He’s always been out there. He’s in college, ya know. He said he takes one night class and one morning class. I’m so envious of him. With the grades I got though...heh...I’m not school material. Are you in college?”
"Yeah, art major. Although...I’m slacking a lot because I have my priorities jumbled. I have this project I’m working on, then work, going to drink here, and school."
Ryan smiles. “I don’t have anything I’m working for. I just do it because it’s the only thing I can do. It’s at least a job I’m good at.” Ryan takes off my red-rimmed glasses. “You look better with them off.”
“Stop hitting on me. I’m not interested in sex,” I say softly.
I try to take my glasses but he holds them out of reach.
“I’m hitting on you because I like you, Brendon. Not because I want to have sex with you. If I wanted just sex, I wouldn’t have come to you for it.”
“I don’t like prostitutes.”
“Is this guy bothering you?”
My head snaps up and I see my perfection next to us.
“No...” I say softly. “We’re just talking.”
“Jack, sit down. It seems like forever since we last talked.”
He takes a seat. He looks at me. “Hi, I’m Jack Marin.”
“Um...I’m Brendon Urie.”
“Have I met you before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“So what are you doing here, Jack?”
“Hmm...Bar hopping. Just um...having fun.”
“Heh...I was just having a drink with Brendon. I was also trying to hit on him and ask him out on a date. Of course you came by.”
“Awe, well I’m sorry then,” Jack says. He orders a drink.
My attention goes back to Ryan, who grabs my hand.
“So how about we go out this weekend, hm?”
“I...I don’t know. I haven’t gone out with anyone since my sophomore year of high school.”
“Then try it out.”
“You know I can’t do that, Ry. And besides you don’t want someone like me.” I move to his ear and whisper, “I don’t like sex.”
Ryan pulls away and smiles.
He inches to my ear and whispers back, “You’re worth it. I’d even stop my job for you.”
I pull away speculating him closely. His look was genuine, but with my obsession right in front of me, I can’t automatically say yes.
“Let me think about it Ryan.”
Ryan smiles. “Would you really give it a thought?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jack clears his throat. He didn’t seem too happy. He looked bored.
“I’m gonna go. I’ll leave you and your boyfriend thing to it.”
I almost have the urge to jump at him but I don’t. My attention returns back to Ryan. He was trying hard to be a normal guy to me. I could see him that way. He’s fucking gorgeous and is very fun to hang around but he’s not him--I like him. If he’s willing to try with you, he’s worth it. He’s a good guy. And what the hell do you know about this Jack character. He could very well be a prostitute himself--No way. Jack is in college like me--Stop dreaming stalker boy. This absolutely good-looking guy is throwing himself at you. Have at it.
“Ryan...Have you gotten any looks yet?” I ask.
“None whatsoever. Why?”
“Would you charge me if I asked you to come over to my place? No sex.”
“Are you serious?” Ryan asks.
I nod slightly.
He grins. “I won’t charge you.”
“Okay,” I say.
I start to lead him out. I stop as someone touches his arm. They flash him a couple hundreds. He just shakes his head.
“You’re not worth it,” he says softly.
He continues to follow me. I call a taxi to take me out of the city and back home. I pay the taxi and lead Ryan inside. He seems so happy to he in my home. I lived here by myself. It was a family’s house.
“Both my mother and father passes away about a year ago. I live here by myself.”
“You’re really loaded, aren’t you?”
“Yeah...sure. I was just making sure you had a place to go if you didn’t find anyone to sleep with.”
Ryan smiles again. “Thanks Brendon. Thank you for looking out for me.”
He looks around. He looks really good from my stand point. I suddenly pull out my camera and take a picture. He looks up at me.
“What was that for?”
“I liked what I saw. Sorry. It’s somewhat of a habit.”
“It’s a cute habit. I don’t mind one bit.”
“Okay...good. If I do say yes, I’d like it if you posed for me. Just let me take pictures of you.”
“Alright. I’m very comfortable with myself.”
I smile. “So let’s get to bed.”
“I would like to share a bed. I’m used to having someone hold me in my sleep.”
“You won’t try anything, will you?”
“No...I really won’t. I just want to be close to you.”
I pull him to my room He smiles and pulls off his shirt. He then pulls off his pants leaving him with just his boxers. He folds and lays his clothes on my dresser. I take another picture of him. He smiles and walks up to me. He takes the camera from me and also sets it on the dresser.
“Not until you say yes.”
“I’m sorry. You just look so wonderful.”
“Stop hitting on me Brendon and hurry up with the clothes off.”
I grin at him and pull off my clothes down to my boxers. We climb into bed. He scoots close to me, but I back away to the edge. I wasn’t used to sharing a bed. His hands snake around my waist and pull me close to him. I start to push at his body.
“Calm down, Bren. Let’s just sleep.”
His words sedated me. I started liking his feel. He was running his hands up my stomach to my chest. It was relaxing and comforting. I eventually close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
Author:Pat Pat the_popup_book and HillyBev hikaruikiru
Rating:R just cuz...
Pairing:Brendon Urie (PATD)/Jack Marin (exCIWWAF); Brendon Urie/Ryan Ross
POV:1st person (Brendon Urie's POV)
Summary:Brendon loved taking pictures of pretty things especially of this particular stranger.
Disclaimer:Don't own, don't know, don't sue.
Author Notes:lol...we all just live in a very gay worldthis was written a long ass time ago by me and my friend...
|Prologue
Chapter 1
I left work...late. Apparently, I was labeled the quiet one at work. Whatever that means. I knew I wasn’t quiet. My friends knew that I was a loudmouth that needed to shut his mouth, but whatever. I needed a drink. I always need a drink; just something to calm me down since I never really like work in the first place. I enter the bar. The usual bar I go to. It’s full of prostitutes, drunks, and sometimes the homeless; my crowd. Almost everyone here knows me. They know that I’m talkative (get me drunk enough) and they know that I’m reserved (I don‘t go for prostitutes).
“Hey Brendon,” a voice says.
I see Ryan Ross. He’s very common here. Usually he leaves with very old men. He’s wearing a nice outfit that makes him stand out from the normal. He is of course trying to get noticed. Prostitutes compete with one another.
“Ryan, how is business?”
“Slow,” he says sticking his tongue out. He looks around. “None of my usuals are here.”
“That’s too bad.”
I sit at the bar and order my regular.
“I say you at a different bar. It was weird because I’ve never seen you at a different bar.”
“Just trying something different. What were you doing there?”
“Friend’s birthday party. It was hot. When Jack went to get you, you should have come.”
“I’m not all too sociable. I’m really shy.”
“That’s bullshit, Bren. You talk more than my clients moan out my name. Of course, you’re usually drunk. And yesterday, there was free alcohol. Jack was paying for it all.”
“How long have you known Jack?”
"Grade school. Kid’s age. He’s always been out there. He’s in college, ya know. He said he takes one night class and one morning class. I’m so envious of him. With the grades I got though...heh...I’m not school material. Are you in college?”
"Yeah, art major. Although...I’m slacking a lot because I have my priorities jumbled. I have this project I’m working on, then work, going to drink here, and school."
Ryan smiles. “I don’t have anything I’m working for. I just do it because it’s the only thing I can do. It’s at least a job I’m good at.” Ryan takes off my red-rimmed glasses. “You look better with them off.”
“Stop hitting on me. I’m not interested in sex,” I say softly.
I try to take my glasses but he holds them out of reach.
“I’m hitting on you because I like you, Brendon. Not because I want to have sex with you. If I wanted just sex, I wouldn’t have come to you for it.”
“I don’t like prostitutes.”
“Is this guy bothering you?”
My head snaps up and I see my perfection next to us.
“No...” I say softly. “We’re just talking.”
“Jack, sit down. It seems like forever since we last talked.”
He takes a seat. He looks at me. “Hi, I’m Jack Marin.”
“Um...I’m Brendon Urie.”
“Have I met you before?”
“I don’t think so.”
“So what are you doing here, Jack?”
“Hmm...Bar hopping. Just um...having fun.”
“Heh...I was just having a drink with Brendon. I was also trying to hit on him and ask him out on a date. Of course you came by.”
“Awe, well I’m sorry then,” Jack says. He orders a drink.
My attention goes back to Ryan, who grabs my hand.
“So how about we go out this weekend, hm?”
“I...I don’t know. I haven’t gone out with anyone since my sophomore year of high school.”
“Then try it out.”
“You know I can’t do that, Ry. And besides you don’t want someone like me.” I move to his ear and whisper, “I don’t like sex.”
Ryan pulls away and smiles.
He inches to my ear and whispers back, “You’re worth it. I’d even stop my job for you.”
I pull away speculating him closely. His look was genuine, but with my obsession right in front of me, I can’t automatically say yes.
“Let me think about it Ryan.”
Ryan smiles. “Would you really give it a thought?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Jack clears his throat. He didn’t seem too happy. He looked bored.
“I’m gonna go. I’ll leave you and your boyfriend thing to it.”
I almost have the urge to jump at him but I don’t. My attention returns back to Ryan. He was trying hard to be a normal guy to me. I could see him that way. He’s fucking gorgeous and is very fun to hang around but he’s not him--I like him. If he’s willing to try with you, he’s worth it. He’s a good guy. And what the hell do you know about this Jack character. He could very well be a prostitute himself--No way. Jack is in college like me--Stop dreaming stalker boy. This absolutely good-looking guy is throwing himself at you. Have at it.
“Ryan...Have you gotten any looks yet?” I ask.
“None whatsoever. Why?”
“Would you charge me if I asked you to come over to my place? No sex.”
“Are you serious?” Ryan asks.
I nod slightly.
He grins. “I won’t charge you.”
“Okay,” I say.
I start to lead him out. I stop as someone touches his arm. They flash him a couple hundreds. He just shakes his head.
“You’re not worth it,” he says softly.
He continues to follow me. I call a taxi to take me out of the city and back home. I pay the taxi and lead Ryan inside. He seems so happy to he in my home. I lived here by myself. It was a family’s house.
“Both my mother and father passes away about a year ago. I live here by myself.”
“You’re really loaded, aren’t you?”
“Yeah...sure. I was just making sure you had a place to go if you didn’t find anyone to sleep with.”
Ryan smiles again. “Thanks Brendon. Thank you for looking out for me.”
He looks around. He looks really good from my stand point. I suddenly pull out my camera and take a picture. He looks up at me.
“What was that for?”
“I liked what I saw. Sorry. It’s somewhat of a habit.”
“It’s a cute habit. I don’t mind one bit.”
“Okay...good. If I do say yes, I’d like it if you posed for me. Just let me take pictures of you.”
“Alright. I’m very comfortable with myself.”
I smile. “So let’s get to bed.”
“I would like to share a bed. I’m used to having someone hold me in my sleep.”
“You won’t try anything, will you?”
“No...I really won’t. I just want to be close to you.”
I pull him to my room He smiles and pulls off his shirt. He then pulls off his pants leaving him with just his boxers. He folds and lays his clothes on my dresser. I take another picture of him. He smiles and walks up to me. He takes the camera from me and also sets it on the dresser.
“Not until you say yes.”
“I’m sorry. You just look so wonderful.”
“Stop hitting on me Brendon and hurry up with the clothes off.”
I grin at him and pull off my clothes down to my boxers. We climb into bed. He scoots close to me, but I back away to the edge. I wasn’t used to sharing a bed. His hands snake around my waist and pull me close to him. I start to push at his body.
“Calm down, Bren. Let’s just sleep.”
His words sedated me. I started liking his feel. He was running his hands up my stomach to my chest. It was relaxing and comforting. I eventually close my eyes and drift off to sleep.