The Best Plan Ever
Title: The Best Plan Ever
Author: Ash ms_deathbat
Rating: eh… NC-17 (only for a small sex scene & swearing)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Summary: halloween!fic, 2,255 words
"If I didn't have to use you..." He turned on his heel, "I'd burn a hole through your little smiley plastic face, with my eyes," he paused and craned his neck around accentuating his words with one more glare…"
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, Audrey, Z-berg or Keltie. kids don’t google yourselves. And I have nothing against any of the girls, jsyk.
Author Notes: THIS IS NOT BETA’D, im sorry. Eek! HAPPY HALLOWEEN lovelies!!! And I really hope that you like this. I wrote it really fast while I was taking a break from my chemistry work a few days ago. Comments are loved and Concrit is welcome, because i am trying to improve my writing! :DDD
Ryan smiled and slipped the fabric slowly up his narrow form. He could hear Brendon tapping the table anxiously in the next room. And then long dramatic sighs and groans every few minutes. That boy is the definition of impatience, Ryan thinks.
Ryan glances at the mirror once more, touching up his make-up and making sure his outfit is situated nicely.
"Ryan... Hurry up." Brendon whines, now hovering outside the door and Ryan knows it's only a matter of time before Brendon decides 'it is now the time for me to learn how to pick a lock'. Ryan laughs softly at the thought.
"Just a minute, Brendon. I'm almost ready."
"Well, I swear if we miss all the best spots because you couldn't fucking get ready quick enough, I’m going to die!
"Jesus Bren, we won't miss anything. there are tons of houses and even if we do miss some we have money and we can just go and buy you some more candy."
Brendon gasps. "No Ryan. That wouldn't... That would take all the fun away." He pouted, even though Ryan was on the other side of the door and couldn't see him.
"Okay Brenny, I'm coming. We'll go, I promise. I can't have you pouting at me the rest of the night" And then he added, "Go and get your pumpkin."
Brendon smiled. Ryan really did know him all too well. He pranced into the hallway and swung the closet door open. He stared up at the shelf and of course the pumpkin just had to be out of his reach, didn't it. He glared at it. "If I didn't have to use you..." He turned on his heel, "I'd burn a hole through your little smiley plastic face, with my eyes," he paused and craned his neck around accentuating his words with one more glare and then he went on his way to find something to stand on.
Ryan giggled when he heard Brendon ranting to himself. He really had had no intentions of wearing a costume like the one gracing his figure at the moment, but Z had convinced him that it was the Best Plan Ever. (She had insisted on the capitol letters too, when she had written it out.) He decided that he should trust her opinion even though he felt a bit self-conscious. He could get past all of that though if it got the reaction that he wanted. The reaction he needed.
He un-locked the door and stepped out of the bathroom, heading for Brendon.
Brendon was balanced on a bucket that was sitting on top of a short stool, reaching for the back of the top shelf in the closet. Ryan rolled his eyes and moved behind the younger boy so that he didn’t fall and hurt himself if he did lose his balance. Brendon took hold of the pumpkin and was about to jump down when a spider crawled out of it. He yelped and wobbled, and would have come tumbling down if it hadn't been for Ryan catching him.
"Unf..." He grunted as he fell backwards into Ryan's chest. Ryan steadied himself and helped Brendon calm down. He nuzzled his neck, "you really should be more careful, hun." Brendon giggled and moved to turn around in Ryan's arms.
"Let go of me, silly. We have to go, Ryry, like now." He finally turned around fully and Ryan loosened his arms, but didn't all together let go. "We have to..." His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't seem to finish his thought.
***
Off in Ryan’s World…
***
See, Ryan had definitely been trying to seduce Brendon Urie for a while now. And he decided that it might possibly be the hardest thing he's ever attempted in the entire time he's been in existence.
He thought of contacting Audrey, but he quickly decided against it. So he had tried to contact Keltie because he needed her advice. He needed her so that he could talk to her about Brendon. Sure he could always talk to Z about Brendon but she didn't know him as well as Keltie had. He needed girls so he could talk about Brendon to someone.
He needed some fool proof plan to get Brendon to notice him or he was going to go insane. He had a problem and yes, he was well aware of it. But he really failed at fixing his problems.
So when Keltie denied his apology and everything, he begged asked Z to help him. She took him to the mall and he was confused until they entered a costume store. Z suggested a costume that Ryan would have never even glanced at and he had only hesitated a second before trying it on.
She damned him for being gay, but the fondness in her voice and eyes allowed Ryan to relax. And she told him after he came out of the dressing room with his normal clothes back on, that if he wasn’t gay she definitely would have raped him right then and there. So he decided that this just had to work.
He had smirked when Z had put a whip on the check-out desk as he was sitting his outfit down. The cashier had starred awkwardly and Z had decided to be all 'what Ry? your boyfriend will so thank me, I promise'. She had grinned devilishly at the heat rising up Ryan's neck and spreading over his cheeks. He just glared at her, payed and got the hell out of there.
Ryan is currently dressed in a tight black leather outfit, almost looking like a slightly sluttier Carmen Electra when she played Catwoman a few years back. He has a small masquerade mask on to give the outfit his own flare. The slightly glittery make-up he has on his eyes shines in the light that comes through the eye holes. His lips have a light layer of gloss, just enough to attract attention, he thought. He has heels on that would put most hookers to shame. Z said they pulled the outfit together the best. And again he decided he needed to trust that she would help him and this would work.
***
Back to the present moment...
***
Brendon, standing, mouth parted slightly, let his eyes scan Ryan’s body. Beautiful make-up, outfit, body. All sharp angles and smooth skin. Smooth enough to touch. He starts to reach forward to feel and the pumpkin drops from his grasp, snapping him from his daze.
"Fuck," he breathes, stepping back just a bit and averting his eyes as his skin flushes slightly with embarrassment. "I.." He cleared his throat, turning his head back but letting his hair fall into his eyes. "We should go." Brendon cursed himself for the waver in his voice.
Ryan smirked, "yeah?"
Brendon wiggled away from Ryan's arms and reached down to grab his pumpkin. He looks up eyes sparkling, mouth stretched wide over his teeth in a face-splitting grin, and he lets out a squeak. He laughs and says "yeah," already bouncing with energy. Ryan thinks that fuck is this boy fucking damn good.
Ryan shrugs and grabs his keys, making sure to sway his hips all the way to the door. Brendon tries not to gawk. He tries. And epically fails.
Ryan turns and catches his gaze, "you like?"
And Brendon knows that it is just a simple question of whether or not he likes the costume Ryan has chosen, because what else would Ryan be talking about. I mean really. But then he can't help but think there is way more behind the question than that.
Brendon nods not quite trusting his voice.
He keeps the grin on his face as he marches forward, locking arms with Ryan.
~*~
They go to a few houses and Ryan definitely gets some disapproving glares but he thinks that it could also be from the fact that Brendon is clinging to him. He only disentangles himself long enough to say trick-or-treat, get his candy (if the people are kind enough to give him any, considering his age).
Brendon eventually gets the bright idea to walk up with a group of kids and pretend to be related to one of them or in charge of them so he can get his candy and go back to Ryan.
When he gets a toothbrush and apple he mentally curses dentists and then beams his pearly whites, in all their glory. They could almost take someone's eyes out. And he thinks yep I showed them.
At the last house Brendon knocks on the door and a boy about their age answers it.
"Trick-or-treat!" Brendon practically yells in his face. The guy just stares.
Brendon frowns, "what?"
The boy grabs candy and holds it out, but as Brendon goes to take it he pulls back "uh uh. You don't get it for free, babe."
"Ewww! Are you hitting on me?" Brendon says.
Ryan steps up behind Brendon quickly becoming protective. The boy grins wickedly, "No, not really. But I would like to be hitting that." he says motioning to Ryan. "Then I’ll buy you all of the candy you want, kid."
Brendon frowns at being called a kid and then he notices the guys’ eyes practically fucking Ryan and hell fucking no! He will go fucking ninja on this guy if he has to. Adrenaline rush. And Brendon is shrugging out of Ryan's arms and launching towards the offender.
"Don't talk about him like that," he growls and pushes the boy backwards and into the wall behind him.
The boy stands back up straight and walks back over right into Brendon’s space. He growls back, "I’m gonna fuck his prettty little ass and make you watch."
When he glances over Brendon's shoulder and licks his lips, Brendon cracks.
He steps into the house, closer to the boy and shoves him back far enough to get in the best punch that he can manage and he decks the guy, full force. The guy's jaw pops and he yelps in pain. "Fuck you, you little slutty bitch!." Brendon hits him again and he stumbles over landing hard on the tile floor.
Brendon saunters over, "Mmm, sorry babe." He kneels and leans over the boy who is now sprawled on the ground and grabs him by the throat, "but Ryan. Is. Mine. And now you know. I may be a childish skinny little shit but I… I fucking haul ass!"
He grins like mad, gets up and grabs the candy bowl on his way out.
Ryan is staring at him, mouth open, and eyes wide. "Fuck."
"Yeah."
Then they both grin and begin to laugh.
"So that was hot Urie. Jesus, I didn't think you could be that aggressive."
Brendon smirks at him, "there are lot of things about me Ryan Ross that you don't know."
They have gotten back to the car by this point and Ryan thought a few minutes trying to figure out anything that he might have missed about Brendon, but he comes up with nothing, so he asks, "like what?"
Brendon smiles and says "And here I was thinking you would never ask."
Ryan gets into the passenger seat, still watching Brendon.
Brendon stares into his eyes, "like the fact that I love you and I have ever since well, forever." He smiles a small smile and Ryan thinks it seems intimate.
"Also you don't how much you kill me with your teasing." He climbs in to straddle Ryan’s thighs. Ryan gasps and Brendon continues. "You don't know how much I want to fuck you ever time I see you, but how I was so afraid that I was wrong and that it didn't work that way. How much it would hurt if I lost you. But still how much I hurt every day because I don't actually have you."
He leans in slow and presses a soft kiss to Ryan's lips. It's only moments before things get heated and Ryan thinks that they are seriously about to fuck in the front seat of a car.
Brendon grins against Ryan's mouth when Ryan thrusts up, begging for friction. And he smirks when Ryan whines.
"You are such a slut for me." Brendon says. "Yes. Yes I am. Please make love to me. Please."
he whispers and Brendon melts. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's just do this right okay. Like maybe my bed" He quirks a brow at Ryan.
Ryan decided he's waited years so a few minutes shouldn't be too bad, right?
Wrong. But he gets through it okay because the next thing he knows they are there stumbling and tripping just to get to the bedroom.
They are on the bed naked, tangled and panting into each other's mouths within moments.
They make love and Ryan thinks that maybe it wasn’t just the costume, maybe they have been dancing around this for a while now, just waiting for the right moment. Well whatever the case, he decides that this is what he wants and he wants to keep it. Him. Brendon. He wants to keep Brendon for the rest of his life.
As Brendon reaches orgasm and comes hard all over his and Ryan's chest, screaming Ryan's name, Ryan mouths 'I love you' into every small kiss that he places on Brendon's skin.
Brendon clenches his muscles around Ryan and Ryan groans, feeling the familiar heat pooling in his belly. "Brendon...I'm gonna..." Brendon tightens his legs around Ryan so that he doesn’t try to pull out. "Come for me, Ryan. I want to feel it inside me." Ryan grunts and moans out Brendon's name as he lets go.
After a few moments, he pulls out and snuggles into Brendon's side. "Wow. That was way better than I ever pictured."
"Yeah cause you've thought about that way more times than I can count, right?" Brendon says in a playful tone.
Ryan giggles and leans up to kiss Brendon softly before tucking his face into Brendon's neck.
"You know that costume made me horny as fuck, don't you? Ryan I think you have been trying to kill me."
"Kill you? No… Seduce and tease until you felt like you were gonna die, and then you would just give up and go for it. Go for me. Hell fucking yeah."
Brendon snorts and fluffs Ryan's head, "Well I guess you got me, then."
Yep. He'll definitely still have to thank Z, even though heels are a bitch when you are all lust and about to sex up Brendon Urie.
Author: Ash ms_deathbat
Rating: eh… NC-17 (only for a small sex scene & swearing)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 3rd
Summary: halloween!fic, 2,255 words
"If I didn't have to use you..." He turned on his heel, "I'd burn a hole through your little smiley plastic face, with my eyes," he paused and craned his neck around accentuating his words with one more glare…"
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, Audrey, Z-berg or Keltie. kids don’t google yourselves. And I have nothing against any of the girls, jsyk.
Author Notes: THIS IS NOT BETA’D, im sorry. Eek! HAPPY HALLOWEEN lovelies!!! And I really hope that you like this. I wrote it really fast while I was taking a break from my chemistry work a few days ago. Comments are loved and Concrit is welcome, because i am trying to improve my writing! :DDD
Ryan smiled and slipped the fabric slowly up his narrow form. He could hear Brendon tapping the table anxiously in the next room. And then long dramatic sighs and groans every few minutes. That boy is the definition of impatience, Ryan thinks.
Ryan glances at the mirror once more, touching up his make-up and making sure his outfit is situated nicely.
"Ryan... Hurry up." Brendon whines, now hovering outside the door and Ryan knows it's only a matter of time before Brendon decides 'it is now the time for me to learn how to pick a lock'. Ryan laughs softly at the thought.
"Just a minute, Brendon. I'm almost ready."
"Well, I swear if we miss all the best spots because you couldn't fucking get ready quick enough, I’m going to die!
"Jesus Bren, we won't miss anything. there are tons of houses and even if we do miss some we have money and we can just go and buy you some more candy."
Brendon gasps. "No Ryan. That wouldn't... That would take all the fun away." He pouted, even though Ryan was on the other side of the door and couldn't see him.
"Okay Brenny, I'm coming. We'll go, I promise. I can't have you pouting at me the rest of the night" And then he added, "Go and get your pumpkin."
Brendon smiled. Ryan really did know him all too well. He pranced into the hallway and swung the closet door open. He stared up at the shelf and of course the pumpkin just had to be out of his reach, didn't it. He glared at it. "If I didn't have to use you..." He turned on his heel, "I'd burn a hole through your little smiley plastic face, with my eyes," he paused and craned his neck around accentuating his words with one more glare and then he went on his way to find something to stand on.
Ryan giggled when he heard Brendon ranting to himself. He really had had no intentions of wearing a costume like the one gracing his figure at the moment, but Z had convinced him that it was the Best Plan Ever. (She had insisted on the capitol letters too, when she had written it out.) He decided that he should trust her opinion even though he felt a bit self-conscious. He could get past all of that though if it got the reaction that he wanted. The reaction he needed.
He un-locked the door and stepped out of the bathroom, heading for Brendon.
Brendon was balanced on a bucket that was sitting on top of a short stool, reaching for the back of the top shelf in the closet. Ryan rolled his eyes and moved behind the younger boy so that he didn’t fall and hurt himself if he did lose his balance. Brendon took hold of the pumpkin and was about to jump down when a spider crawled out of it. He yelped and wobbled, and would have come tumbling down if it hadn't been for Ryan catching him.
"Unf..." He grunted as he fell backwards into Ryan's chest. Ryan steadied himself and helped Brendon calm down. He nuzzled his neck, "you really should be more careful, hun." Brendon giggled and moved to turn around in Ryan's arms.
"Let go of me, silly. We have to go, Ryry, like now." He finally turned around fully and Ryan loosened his arms, but didn't all together let go. "We have to..." His breath caught in his throat and he couldn't seem to finish his thought.
***
Off in Ryan’s World…
***
See, Ryan had definitely been trying to seduce Brendon Urie for a while now. And he decided that it might possibly be the hardest thing he's ever attempted in the entire time he's been in existence.
He thought of contacting Audrey, but he quickly decided against it. So he had tried to contact Keltie because he needed her advice. He needed her so that he could talk to her about Brendon. Sure he could always talk to Z about Brendon but she didn't know him as well as Keltie had. He needed girls so he could talk about Brendon to someone.
He needed some fool proof plan to get Brendon to notice him or he was going to go insane. He had a problem and yes, he was well aware of it. But he really failed at fixing his problems.
So when Keltie denied his apology and everything, he begged asked Z to help him. She took him to the mall and he was confused until they entered a costume store. Z suggested a costume that Ryan would have never even glanced at and he had only hesitated a second before trying it on.
She damned him for being gay, but the fondness in her voice and eyes allowed Ryan to relax. And she told him after he came out of the dressing room with his normal clothes back on, that if he wasn’t gay she definitely would have raped him right then and there. So he decided that this just had to work.
He had smirked when Z had put a whip on the check-out desk as he was sitting his outfit down. The cashier had starred awkwardly and Z had decided to be all 'what Ry? your boyfriend will so thank me, I promise'. She had grinned devilishly at the heat rising up Ryan's neck and spreading over his cheeks. He just glared at her, payed and got the hell out of there.
Ryan is currently dressed in a tight black leather outfit, almost looking like a slightly sluttier Carmen Electra when she played Catwoman a few years back. He has a small masquerade mask on to give the outfit his own flare. The slightly glittery make-up he has on his eyes shines in the light that comes through the eye holes. His lips have a light layer of gloss, just enough to attract attention, he thought. He has heels on that would put most hookers to shame. Z said they pulled the outfit together the best. And again he decided he needed to trust that she would help him and this would work.
***
Back to the present moment...
***
Brendon, standing, mouth parted slightly, let his eyes scan Ryan’s body. Beautiful make-up, outfit, body. All sharp angles and smooth skin. Smooth enough to touch. He starts to reach forward to feel and the pumpkin drops from his grasp, snapping him from his daze.
"Fuck," he breathes, stepping back just a bit and averting his eyes as his skin flushes slightly with embarrassment. "I.." He cleared his throat, turning his head back but letting his hair fall into his eyes. "We should go." Brendon cursed himself for the waver in his voice.
Ryan smirked, "yeah?"
Brendon wiggled away from Ryan's arms and reached down to grab his pumpkin. He looks up eyes sparkling, mouth stretched wide over his teeth in a face-splitting grin, and he lets out a squeak. He laughs and says "yeah," already bouncing with energy. Ryan thinks that fuck is this boy fucking damn good.
Ryan shrugs and grabs his keys, making sure to sway his hips all the way to the door. Brendon tries not to gawk. He tries. And epically fails.
Ryan turns and catches his gaze, "you like?"
And Brendon knows that it is just a simple question of whether or not he likes the costume Ryan has chosen, because what else would Ryan be talking about. I mean really. But then he can't help but think there is way more behind the question than that.
Brendon nods not quite trusting his voice.
He keeps the grin on his face as he marches forward, locking arms with Ryan.
~*~
They go to a few houses and Ryan definitely gets some disapproving glares but he thinks that it could also be from the fact that Brendon is clinging to him. He only disentangles himself long enough to say trick-or-treat, get his candy (if the people are kind enough to give him any, considering his age).
Brendon eventually gets the bright idea to walk up with a group of kids and pretend to be related to one of them or in charge of them so he can get his candy and go back to Ryan.
When he gets a toothbrush and apple he mentally curses dentists and then beams his pearly whites, in all their glory. They could almost take someone's eyes out. And he thinks yep I showed them.
At the last house Brendon knocks on the door and a boy about their age answers it.
"Trick-or-treat!" Brendon practically yells in his face. The guy just stares.
Brendon frowns, "what?"
The boy grabs candy and holds it out, but as Brendon goes to take it he pulls back "uh uh. You don't get it for free, babe."
"Ewww! Are you hitting on me?" Brendon says.
Ryan steps up behind Brendon quickly becoming protective. The boy grins wickedly, "No, not really. But I would like to be hitting that." he says motioning to Ryan. "Then I’ll buy you all of the candy you want, kid."
Brendon frowns at being called a kid and then he notices the guys’ eyes practically fucking Ryan and hell fucking no! He will go fucking ninja on this guy if he has to. Adrenaline rush. And Brendon is shrugging out of Ryan's arms and launching towards the offender.
"Don't talk about him like that," he growls and pushes the boy backwards and into the wall behind him.
The boy stands back up straight and walks back over right into Brendon’s space. He growls back, "I’m gonna fuck his prettty little ass and make you watch."
When he glances over Brendon's shoulder and licks his lips, Brendon cracks.
He steps into the house, closer to the boy and shoves him back far enough to get in the best punch that he can manage and he decks the guy, full force. The guy's jaw pops and he yelps in pain. "Fuck you, you little slutty bitch!." Brendon hits him again and he stumbles over landing hard on the tile floor.
Brendon saunters over, "Mmm, sorry babe." He kneels and leans over the boy who is now sprawled on the ground and grabs him by the throat, "but Ryan. Is. Mine. And now you know. I may be a childish skinny little shit but I… I fucking haul ass!"
He grins like mad, gets up and grabs the candy bowl on his way out.
Ryan is staring at him, mouth open, and eyes wide. "Fuck."
"Yeah."
Then they both grin and begin to laugh.
"So that was hot Urie. Jesus, I didn't think you could be that aggressive."
Brendon smirks at him, "there are lot of things about me Ryan Ross that you don't know."
They have gotten back to the car by this point and Ryan thought a few minutes trying to figure out anything that he might have missed about Brendon, but he comes up with nothing, so he asks, "like what?"
Brendon smiles and says "And here I was thinking you would never ask."
Ryan gets into the passenger seat, still watching Brendon.
Brendon stares into his eyes, "like the fact that I love you and I have ever since well, forever." He smiles a small smile and Ryan thinks it seems intimate.
"Also you don't how much you kill me with your teasing." He climbs in to straddle Ryan’s thighs. Ryan gasps and Brendon continues. "You don't know how much I want to fuck you ever time I see you, but how I was so afraid that I was wrong and that it didn't work that way. How much it would hurt if I lost you. But still how much I hurt every day because I don't actually have you."
He leans in slow and presses a soft kiss to Ryan's lips. It's only moments before things get heated and Ryan thinks that they are seriously about to fuck in the front seat of a car.
Brendon grins against Ryan's mouth when Ryan thrusts up, begging for friction. And he smirks when Ryan whines.
"You are such a slut for me." Brendon says. "Yes. Yes I am. Please make love to me. Please."
he whispers and Brendon melts. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let's just do this right okay. Like maybe my bed" He quirks a brow at Ryan.
Ryan decided he's waited years so a few minutes shouldn't be too bad, right?
Wrong. But he gets through it okay because the next thing he knows they are there stumbling and tripping just to get to the bedroom.
They are on the bed naked, tangled and panting into each other's mouths within moments.
They make love and Ryan thinks that maybe it wasn’t just the costume, maybe they have been dancing around this for a while now, just waiting for the right moment. Well whatever the case, he decides that this is what he wants and he wants to keep it. Him. Brendon. He wants to keep Brendon for the rest of his life.
As Brendon reaches orgasm and comes hard all over his and Ryan's chest, screaming Ryan's name, Ryan mouths 'I love you' into every small kiss that he places on Brendon's skin.
Brendon clenches his muscles around Ryan and Ryan groans, feeling the familiar heat pooling in his belly. "Brendon...I'm gonna..." Brendon tightens his legs around Ryan so that he doesn’t try to pull out. "Come for me, Ryan. I want to feel it inside me." Ryan grunts and moans out Brendon's name as he lets go.
After a few moments, he pulls out and snuggles into Brendon's side. "Wow. That was way better than I ever pictured."
"Yeah cause you've thought about that way more times than I can count, right?" Brendon says in a playful tone.
Ryan giggles and leans up to kiss Brendon softly before tucking his face into Brendon's neck.
"You know that costume made me horny as fuck, don't you? Ryan I think you have been trying to kill me."
"Kill you? No… Seduce and tease until you felt like you were gonna die, and then you would just give up and go for it. Go for me. Hell fucking yeah."
Brendon snorts and fluffs Ryan's head, "Well I guess you got me, then."
Yep. He'll definitely still have to thank Z, even though heels are a bitch when you are all lust and about to sex up Brendon Urie.