taking off his clothes is the most fun a boy can have without lying (standalone)
Title: taking off his clothes is the most fun a boy can have without lying (standalone)
Author: unseeming
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan and Brendon get a little drunk, and things lead to other things. Which lead to sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own Ryan and Brendon. Don't own any of the lyrics.
Author Notes: So I was bored, and inspired by the excitement of the new album. I wrote this story to go along with the lyrics of Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Yes, I know what the song is really about. I just wrote this for fun, and hopefully someone will enjoy it. I don't really like it, but I'm considering writing more little song-stories like this of other P!ATD songs, if this is popular enough. Enjoy :3
A few drinks into the night, a slow song comes on in the club. Brendon grabs his best friend’s hand and pulls him onto the dance floor.
“May I have this dance?”
Before Ryan knows it, Brendon’s slipping his arms around his slender waist, and they’re gently swaying to the music. Dancing to the beat, holding each other close.
His teen heart’s beating faster, faster, and he hopes to God this will be worth it.
He’s lost his train of thought. Where was it that we last left off? Oh, yes, he’s in the car, leaving the club. Brendon’s driving him to Ryan’s house. And they’re both drunk.
Where was it that we last left off? He’s lost his train of thought. Time to pick up, pick up.
Brendon gets into bed. The lights are dim, and Ryan’s hands are shaking as he slides in next to him. He hopes to God this will be worth it. It should be… Brendon’s the one man who makes him sweat, who he thinks about in bed. The one he’s always secretly wanted. His heart is racing, faster, faster, as Brendon’s fingers touch his skin. He’s got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch… so maybe a better fuck? But what if this ruins their friendship? Or should he follow his heart? Sweetie, you have him! Go for it! You know it’ll always be him…
Their hearts beat faster, faster… exchanging body heat as their hips dance to this beat.
In the morning, the shock is setting in, and the stomach acid finds a way to make him get sick, when Ryan realizes Brendon’s gone. He thinks of what he did, and realizes it wasn’t worth it. Though he may have butchered him… did he really expect that he’d get all of the attention? Did he really think he’d let him kill this chorus? Brendon’s just a testosterone boy, a liar who likes taking his clothes off.
AN: Comments please? =]
Author: unseeming
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third person, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan and Brendon get a little drunk, and things lead to other things. Which lead to sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own Ryan and Brendon. Don't own any of the lyrics.
Author Notes: So I was bored, and inspired by the excitement of the new album. I wrote this story to go along with the lyrics of Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. Yes, I know what the song is really about. I just wrote this for fun, and hopefully someone will enjoy it. I don't really like it, but I'm considering writing more little song-stories like this of other P!ATD songs, if this is popular enough. Enjoy :3
A few drinks into the night, a slow song comes on in the club. Brendon grabs his best friend’s hand and pulls him onto the dance floor.
“May I have this dance?”
Before Ryan knows it, Brendon’s slipping his arms around his slender waist, and they’re gently swaying to the music. Dancing to the beat, holding each other close.
His teen heart’s beating faster, faster, and he hopes to God this will be worth it.
He’s lost his train of thought. Where was it that we last left off? Oh, yes, he’s in the car, leaving the club. Brendon’s driving him to Ryan’s house. And they’re both drunk.
Where was it that we last left off? He’s lost his train of thought. Time to pick up, pick up.
Brendon gets into bed. The lights are dim, and Ryan’s hands are shaking as he slides in next to him. He hopes to God this will be worth it. It should be… Brendon’s the one man who makes him sweat, who he thinks about in bed. The one he’s always secretly wanted. His heart is racing, faster, faster, as Brendon’s fingers touch his skin. He’s got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch… so maybe a better fuck? But what if this ruins their friendship? Or should he follow his heart? Sweetie, you have him! Go for it! You know it’ll always be him…
Their hearts beat faster, faster… exchanging body heat as their hips dance to this beat.
In the morning, the shock is setting in, and the stomach acid finds a way to make him get sick, when Ryan realizes Brendon’s gone. He thinks of what he did, and realizes it wasn’t worth it. Though he may have butchered him… did he really expect that he’d get all of the attention? Did he really think he’d let him kill this chorus? Brendon’s just a testosterone boy, a liar who likes taking his clothes off.
AN: Comments please? =]