Jolly Old England [ryan/brendon, PATD, nc-17 one shot]
Title: Jolly Old England
Author: silver_etoile
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Disclaimer: This is not true.
Summary: It all starts with Pete's advice in London, and according to Ryan, Brendon is an idiot for taking it, but that's not why he's mad at him. It was just a kiss, after all.
A/N: This was written, god, like, in 2007, but I thought it's about time I posted the rest of my bandom. This is for my followers who put up with all my spouting about my original fic :D I still love you guys.
**
It all started in England. It was Pete’s idea and Brendon would forever kick himself for listening to Pete and his crazy ideas. Of course, Pete was the one who’d given them a record deal and made them world famous, so maybe not all of his ideas were crazy, just this one.
Brendon hadn’t told Ryan he was going to do it, and when they’d gotten on stage that night, the lights flashing and the strum of the guitar reverberating through his body as he sang the same song like he always did, Brendon had waltzed over to Ryan, the microphone clutched in his hand and leaned in, pulling Ryan close to him before brushing his lips over Ryan’s cheek. The crowd went wild at the gesture and Brendon pulled away, leaving a shocked Ryan in his wake.
The song finished in an explosion of lights and fire and they vanished from the stage to the screams of their fans. Brendon stumbled into the back amidst miles of wires and plugs, winded but exhilarated, as always. Spencer and Jon came tumbling afterward, both grinning huge grins. Jon was the first to clap Brendon on the back and laugh loudly.
“Genius, Brendon!” he shouted, ruffling his sweaty hair. He gave him a firm pat on the back and grinned. “If that doesn’t get them talking, nothing will!”
Brendon grinned too, taking the towel he was offered by some stage hand and swiping it across his forehead. Spencer was a little more demure in his praise and just raised an eyebrow at Brendon when Jon had taken off for the shower.
“Did Ryan know that was coming?” he asked quietly.
Brendon smiled sheepishly. “No,” he admitted. “But I don’t think he’ll care.”
Brendon was a very hands-on person in general, but he’d never kissed any of the guys in the band. The most he’d ever done was hug them and maybe snuggle up to them on the bus. He didn’t think Ryan would be bothered by it, though. They were good friends. What could be the problem? Besides, if it was, he could always blame Pete.
Spencer gave him a skeptical look that Brendon wondered at and just shrugged, shaking his head. He didn’t say anymore, though, and followed the path Jon had taken to the showers. Brendon made his way through the tangle of wires and microphones until he found the dressing room and collapsed on the couch. Grabbing a bottle of water off the table, he unscrewed the top and took a swig.
He could hear the shower running in the other room and sat back to wait his turn. He was relaxing on the couch, lying with his feet over the back and his head hanging off the edge of the seat, when the door swung open and Ryan entered. He looked sweaty and his brown hair lay against his forehead lankily. Brendon just smiled at him from his upside-down position on the couch.
“Hey, Ry,” he said cheerfully.
To his surprise, Ryan just glared at him and went past to the table with food on it, picking at a cheese cube. Brendon frowned, glancing over. Ryan looked funny upside-down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Ryan stared at the plate of cheese for a second, before throwing down the cube in his hand. I bounced off the silver tray and landed on the floor. Ryan ignored it, turning to Brendon, his expression angry.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
“What?” Brendon asked innocently, furrowing his eyebrows.
Ryan just glared at him. “That kiss!” he exclaimed, gesturing at the door and presumably the stage somewhere beyond. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Brendon was taken aback and tipped himself forward, falling over himself and landing on a heap on the floor. Crawling back onto the couch, he looked at Ryan, a little fearful.
“I-“ he said nervously. “Um, it was Pete’s idea!”
Ryan just stared at him like he was crazy. Brendon didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t expected Ryan to react like this. He’d never minded Brendon’s closeness before. Finally, Ryan shook his head. “And you listened to Pete?”
“You do!” Brendon exclaimed, his eyes wide. On the inside, however, he was kicking himself for listening to Pete. It had been a stupid idea but Pete had been so damned enthusiastic about it and it was hard to say no to an enthusiastic Pete.
“Not when he tells me to kiss my best friend on stage!”
“He does?” Brendon asked curiously and Ryan just growled.
“No!” he yelled. “Brendon, why did you listen to him?”
Brendon shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know,” he said helplessly. “It sounded, kind of, sorta interesting, I guess.”
Ryan stared at him for a second then hung his head. “You’ll listen to anything, won’t you?”
Brendon felt helpless. “No, but it was Pete,” he said like that explained it all. The only response he got from Ryan was an annoyed sigh.
“Just don’t listen to Pete anymore,” he said finally, flopping down on the couch and crossing his arms across his chest angrily.
“Okay,” Brendon said seriously, scooting closer to Ryan. “I promise. Never again.”
**
“In other music news, rumors of a possible relationship between front-man Brendon Urie and guitarist Ryan Ross of the band Panic at the Disco have spread like wild fire ever since that notorious on-stage kiss in London last mon-“
“Turn it off!” Ryan snapped and Spencer reached for the dial, turning off the radio and sitting back in his seat. Ryan kept his eyes focused on the road in front of him, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a death-grip. He sighed loudly as they came to a stop light.
Spencer looked over at him for a second before opening his mouth. “You know, Brendon thinks you’re mad at him.”
Ryan frowned. “I’m not.”
“I know you’re not,” Spencer said, shrugging and looking at the car next to them where a little white poodle was barking frantically at him. “But he doesn’t.”
Ryan just shrugged.
Spencer glanced at him again. “He thinks you’re mad about the kiss.”
“Yeah, well, he shouldn’t have done it. It was a stupid idea.”
“It was Pete’s idea,” Spencer amended. “And you can’t deny it’s definitely given us some publicity.”
“Yeah, they all think we’re a gay emo band and fuck each other in the bathrooms after shows.”
“Well, at least they’re thinking about us,” Spencer said, trying to be upbeat but rolling his eyes at Ryan’s glare. “Give Brendon a break. He hasn’t listened to anything else Pete has said, right?”
Ryan shrugged again, accelerating as the light changed.
“See,” Spencer said simply. “It’ll all blow over.”
Ryan didn’t say anything but frowned as he took the turn towards home.
**
“So I hear Ryan’s in a pickle about the show last month.”
Brendon sighed, cradling the phone against his ear and stroking Hobo on the couch. “You’re very strange, Pete Wentz. And yeah, he was pretty mad.”
“Did you tell him it was my idea?”
“Yeah,” Brendon said tiredly. “But he was still mad. I’m, like, not supposed to talk to you anymore.”
“What?!” Pete exclaimed. “That is preposterous, my young friend. Don’t listen to Ryan. You should listen to me.”
“But Rya-“
“Who made you guys platinum record sellers?” Pete interrupted and Brendon sighed.
“You did.”
“Precisely. And who made you the talk of the town?”
“You did,” Brendon admitted, “but-“
“And who’s going to make sure you stay in the public’s mind?”
Brendon sighed again. “You, but, Pete, Ryan’s really mad at me.”
“For a kiss?” Pete asked and Brendon could hear the skepticism in his voice. “Oh, Brendon, my poor little naïve Brendon. He’s not mad about the kiss.”
“Yes, he is!” Brendon exclaimed, sitting up suddenly and scaring Hobo off the couch. She wasn’t supposed to be up there anyway, but Brendon didn’t care.
He could hear Pete laughing and he only scowled.
“Pete, come on!” he said pleadingly. “It’s been a month and Ryan still doesn’t act the same around me. What am I supposed to do?”
Pete laughed for another few moments until he calmed down enough to speak. “Okay, okay,” he said, sounding like he was at least pretending to be serious. “Here’s what you do, Brendon…”
**
“Brendon, you better have a good reason for dragging me out of bed at one in the morning!” Ryan called as he pushed open the door to Brendon’s house. Everything was dark inside and out and a cool breeze rustled the bush in Brendon’s bedraggled front yard. Ryan frowned and went further inside, flipping on the entryway light.
Brendon had called him ten minutes ago, begging him to come over and he had, after much yawning and struggling to get dressed. His socks didn’t match but he didn’t care. He only wanted to find out what was so important he had to get up at this ungodly hour to come to Brendon’s little house in the middle of the desert, or really it was in the midst of a housing development but same thing really.
Ryan frowned as he looked around the living room, seeing no sign of Brendon. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and continued on his way toward Brendon’s bedroom near the back of the house. He could see a dim light coming from underneath the doorway and sighed.
“Brendon,” he said tiredly, walking up to the door. “If you’re doing, like, an altar sacrifice or something, I’m not sure I can be your friend anymore.”
He pulled the doorknob and opened the door, stepping inside. He stopped as soon as he set foot in the doorway. Little red candles were spread all over the room, their wicks flickering and casting a low, warm glow of light over the entire room. Ryan felt his mouth falling open slightly as he took in the room and he frowned.
“Hi, Ry.”
Ryan looked up to find Brendon sitting on his bed, cross-legged and smiling.
“Brendon, what the hell is going on?”
Brendon paused, looking around at the candles. “I know why you got mad at me for the kiss.”
“What?” Ryan asked, panicking slightly. Brendon couldn’t possibly know, could he?
Brendon nodded. “I was talking to Pete-“
“Oh, not again,” Ryan groaned. “When will you learn that nothing good will come from talking to Pete?”
Brendon shrugged, his eyes on Ryan, who still stood in the doorway, his hand hovering over the doorknob. “I dunno. I think he has good ideas sometimes, and I’m pretty sure he tells the truth.”
Ryan groaned and stepped inside the room, sitting down on the foot of the bed and staring at the floor. “So I guess he told you, then?”
“He told me you liked guys. I figured the rest out on my own,” Brendon said quietly, crawling across the bed carefully, sitting down beside Ryan. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Ryan shrugged, watching the flame of one of the candles flicker. “Didn’t want you to freak out? I mean, Spencer knows I’m gay but I don’t think Jon does. I didn’t want you guys to think I was weird or somethi-“
“That’s not what I meant,” Brendon said, edging closer. He raised a hand tentatively and placed it carefully on Ryan’s thigh. Ryan glanced at it and frowned for a second.
“Bren, there was a reason I didn’t tell you. I don’t want to, like, cause problems in the band.
“Hey, Yoko, relax,” Brendon said, smiling. “You could have told me.”
Ryan sighed. “Okay, and what if I scared you or something? What if you hated me?”
“Aw, come on, Ry,” Brendon said, inching closer, his hand giving Ryan’s thigh a little squeeze. “I think you know me better than that. I wouldn’t have kissed you if, you know, I’d known you felt that way.”
“You wouldn’t have?” Ryan asked, looking up at Brendon. He was awfully close and his hand was still on Ryan’s thigh.
“Not on the cheek,” Brendon said quietly, moving forward and licking his lips nervously. His heart had found its way into his throat and he could feel the pounding against his Adam’s Apple. He was staring into Ryan’s honey-colored eyes, searching for understanding.
“Brendon,” Ryan said softly, a slight tremble in his voice. He was turned toward Brendon on the bed, staring at him.
Brendon tried to smile but his nerves seemed to stop the muscles in his face and instead, he took a breath and leaned forward, his lips mere centimeters from Ryan’s. “You like the candles?”
Ryan tore his gaze from Brendon to look around the room. “They’re a little much.”
“Well, Pete said-“
“You’re still listening to Pete?”
Brendon nodded, sliding a hand to Ryan’s jaw and pulling him forward, effectively silencing his questions. Ryan was jerked forward a little and he gasped quietly.
“He seems to know what he’s talking about,” Brendon murmured, pressing his lips against Ryan’s and closing his eyes tightly.
Ryan was in shock, even though he had known what was coming, and his brain seemed to stop. He could feel Brendon’s lips against his own, warm, wet, soft. Brendon’s hand was on his jaw, his thumb grazing over the skin. He was pressing against Ryan, willing him to respond and it took a second before Ryan snapped into action.
He took control of the kiss, pressing his lips back against Brendon’s. He was sure Brendon had never kissed a guy before, not that it was much different from kissing girls, but still. His hand was on the back of Brendon’s neck, gripping the short hair and pushing Brendon forward against his lips. He opened his mouth and caught Brendon’s lower lip between his teeth.
Brendon’s resounding gasp gave Ryan the opportunity he wanted. His tongue slid inside Brendon’s mouth, licking the warm cavern within, pulling on Brendon’s lower lip. He twisted his body, sliding forward onto Brendon’s lap. Brendon’s hand that had been on his thigh slid to his hip, settling him comfortably in his lap.
Ryan pushed back and felt Brendon sliding down against the bed. Still kissing him furiously, biting at his lip and sucking on Brendon’s tongue, he pushed him down, a hand sliding to the waist of Brendon’s shirt.
Pushing underneath the cotton fabric, Ryan heard Brendon’s squeak. He broke from the kiss, chuckling slightly to himself. Brendon was already panting, his hand gripping tightly to Ryan’s hip. His eyes were questioning as Ryan shoved the shirt up and over Brendon’s head, only snagging once on his ears.
“Um, Ryan?” Brendon asked, biting his lip with a gasp as Ryan leaned down, nipping at the taut skin of Brendon’s torso. His tongue slid over the warm skin, tracing the outline of Brendon’s muscles.
“Hmm?” he asked against the skin, sliding up to take Brendon’s nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until Brendon was writhing underneath him, panting and out-of-breath. Ryan took in a sharp breath when Brendon’s hips angled upward, brushing against his own and he realized how hard he was. Pulling away from Brendon, his hand slid down to press roughly against the bulge in his jeans. “Oh, fuck, Brendon,” he murmured.
He slid upward, pressing a hot kiss to Brendon’s jaw, breathing hard against it as he heeled his growing erection.
“R-Ryan?” Brendon gasped, turning his head to Ryan, who moved up and gave him a slow, breathless kiss. Brendon pulled away, lips swollen and breathing heavily.
“Shit, Bren,” Ryan whispered, forcing his hand away from his crotch to graze up Brendon’s side and stroke his neck and throat. His other hand was holding him up, though just barely. “You don’t know how long I’ve been-waiting.”
Brendon groaned out loud as Ryan pressed a kiss just below his ear and slid down his throat. As he did so, he ground his hips down for good measure, drawing a sharp gasp from Brendon, followed by a long moan. Their clothed erections rubbed together, an explosion of friction and heat shooting through their bodies.
Ryan’s free hand moved quickly to the button on Brendon’s jeans, struggling to undo it and pull the zipper down. His mouth was still on Brendon’s stomach, licking and sucking the pale skin. Brendon responded to every movement of Ryan’s lips. Already, he was gasping for breath and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open but he did, watching every move Ryan made.
Brendon’s pants were tight and it was a struggle to pull them down. They nearly fell off the bed a few times as Ryan tugged the tight jeans over Brendon’s hips and finally pushed them to the floor. Brendon scooted back on the bed, staring at Ryan through lust-filled eyes.
Ryan lost no time ditching his jeans and shirt, throwing them away easily and looking back at Brendon, who was staring at his boxers, his eyes flicking back to Ryan’s every few seconds. He licked his lips and Ryan smirked, crawling up his body. He let his fingers trail softly over Brendon’s skin, loving how Brendon shivered at the touch.
He leaned into his ear, letting his warm breath ghost over it, knowing it would drive Brendon crazy. “Brendon,” he whispered, hearing the little whimper Brendon gave. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He tried not to sound it, but he was nervous as hell. Brendon had never been with a guy and being good friends wouldn’t necessarily help.
Brendon turned his head on the bed, staring at Ryan, his big chocolate eyes glazed with what Ryan could only see as lust and desire. He was still breathing harshly and Ryan knew he was fucking hard as a rock. “Anyone ever told you you think too much?” Brendon panted, reaching for Ryan’s face and tracing his jaw.
“Yeah,” Ryan admitted.
Brendon paused a second, his mouth curling into a smile. “So stop.” He surged forward, connecting their lips in an uncoordinated, needy kiss that sent tingles to Ryan’s toes. He pushed back just as desperately, his lips sliding against Brendon’s, wet and hard, biting Brendon’s lower lip, sucking the plump flesh, licking the sweet skin.
Brendon’s whimpers and moans filled the room as his body moved against Ryan’s, arching upward into his hips, crashing their erections together in a friction-filled movement that had both boys breaking the kiss, gasping for breath. Ryan ground his hips against Brendon purposefully, drawing moan after moan from his swollen lips.
Ryan moved to Brendon’s neck, sucking ravenously on the skin there, his hand sliding down Brendon’s torso to the waist of Brendon’s boxers that he shoved away quickly. His hand slid up the fevered skin of Brendon’s thigh, whispering over his hip and finally traveling down to Brendon’s needy cock.
The sound Brendon made when Ryan’s fingers wrapped around his cock had Ryan gritting his teeth. He left Brendon’s neck with a nip and licked his way down Brendon’s body. His hot breath ghosted over Brendon’s cock, already throbbing and hard in his grip. He took a second, glancing up at Brendon’s flushed face, before leaning in, swiping his tongue over the head of the leaking prick. Brendon’s gasp was loud and his hips arched upward.
Ryan forced his hips down, removing his hand from Brendon’s cock and sliding it over his thigh, squeezing the warm flesh. He moved again, dragging his tongue over the length of Brendon’s cock. Above him, Brendon was biting his lip hard, gasping and moaning with every lick of Ryan’s tongue. His hands were curled around his dark blue comforter, the flickering candles casting a red hue over everything.
Brendon nearly forgot to breathe when Ryan swallowed his cock, his hot mouth engulfing the length of it and sucking hard. He could feel Ryan’s tongue and forced himself to take a gasp of air.
“Fuck, Ryan,” he gasped as Ryan’s mouth slid over his prick, tight and hot, sucking hard. He’d never gone this far with a guy, or gone anywhere really, but he knew he wanted it and there was no way he was going to stop Ryan. It felt sofuckinggoddamngood.
Ryan flicked his tongue over Brendon’s throbbing cock once more, feeling Brendon’s muscles tighten and hearing the increased volume of Brendon’s pants. He pulled away suddenly, hearing the moan of loss from Brendon and pressing a kiss to the tip of Brendon’s prick.
Moving swiftly, he slid up Brendon’s body again, kissing him softly, running a hand through his soft hair, pushing it back. Brendon’s body moved against his, his cock rubbing against Ryan’s bare stomach. Ryan kissed him again harder, his hand shoving down his own boxers and releasing his erection from its cloth confines.
He lowered his hips onto Brendon’s hearing the sharp hiss of breath from Brendon as their erections touched skin to skin, sending a wave of heat across Ryan’s body. Brendon was gasping into his shoulder, arching up to keep the friction. Ryan felt the warm puff of air on his shoulder and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Brendon’s neck. Brendon was grinding against his hips desperately.
“Ryan,” he gasped, “Ryan, please.”
“Please what?” Ryan grunted, shoving his and Brendon’s hips together again in a clash of heat that set every nerve ending on fire.
Brendon’s mouth fell open and he gasped, swallowing hard, burying his face in Ryan’s neck. “Fuck, I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Whatever it is you-shit-do with guys, fuck, Ryan.” His hips collided upward on their own accord and he clung harder to Ryan’s shoulder. “Just-just fuck me or… God, yeah…”
Ryan’s mouth was on his collar bone, sucking hard at the skin, leaving a red mark Brendon would have to explain to Jon and Spencer the next day. His tongue swiped over the skin, pulling away and pulling Brendon’s earlobe into his mouth.
“You want me to fuck you,” Ryan whispered, his voice low and rough. Brendon shivered at the tone and whined, wrapping a leg around Ryan’s waist.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, rubbing his hips against Ryan’s, needing more friction, more heat, just more.
Ryan pressed a light kiss to Brendon’s lips and pushed himself upward, reaching over to Brendon’s bedside cabinet. In the top drawer, he found what he was looking for. Pulling out eh tube of lube and a condom, he paused, reading the label and raising an eyebrow at Brendon.
“Oak-tree scented?” he questioned and Brendon just frowned.
“It was what they had at the store,” he shrugged, pulling Ryan down by his hand. “Do you really want to question the scent of the lube or would you rather use it how it was meant?”
Ryan laughed for a second, brushing his lips over Brendon’s. “Awfully eager for a first-timer.”
“The faster you go, the faster I won’t be a first-timer,” Brendon replied, smashing his lips against Ryan’s hard, catching him off-guard.
Ryan pulled away with difficulty, sitting up slightly and unscrewing the cap of the lube. Curious, he sniffed the top but the scent was very light and he quickly forgot about it as he looked down at Brendon. Brendon was lying underneath him, his legs spread wide and his expression lustful and innocent, a tiny bit of fear flickering behind his chocolate eyes.
Ryan smiled softly and squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, spreading it over the digits slowly, making sure Brendon’s eyes stayed glued to them the entire time. Positioning himself over Brendon, he slid the condom on his hard cock and spread the lube over the pulsing member. He couldn’t suppress the groan as he stroked himself slowly, touching himself for the first time since before he’d taken off his jeans.
Brendon’s eyes were still glued to his every movement and when Ryan removed his fingers from himself and moved to Brendon, pulling Brendon’s hips flush with his, Brendon’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. Ryan paused a second, holding Brendon’s eyes before flicking them downward as he pressed a finger into Brendon’s body.
He could feel the muscles tensing, contracting tightly around his finger but he pressed in a second finger carefully. Brendon’s mouth was open and he groaned softly. His head was thrown back against the pillow and he was staring at the ceiling cast in the red glow from the surrounding candles.
“R-R-Ryan,” he stammered, his hips arching upward and he bit his lip.
“Does it hurt?” Ryan asked quietly, adding a third finger and pumping them back and forth through the tight muscles. Brendon’s gasps were quiet.
“N-no,” Brendon breathed, gasping loudly and arching his back against Ryan’s fingers.
Ryan didn’t know if he was lying or not but if he wanted to go ahead, so did Ryan. He pulled out his fingers slowly and moved up, pulling Brendon’s legs over his shoulders and placing his cock at the entrance to Brendon’s body.
Leaning forward, Ryan placed a kiss on Brendon’s lips and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
“Just-go-“ Brendon asked, his breath coming sharply. He was staring at Ryan but closed his eyes as Ryan kissed him again.
Ryan pulled away, biting his lip as he pressed his cock into Brendon’s body. The heat engulfed his length, the muscles contracting tightly. He closed his eyes and pushed in further, hearing the pained gasp from Brendon and feeling his fingers close tightly on his arm. Ryan paused a second to let Brendon get used to the pain but felt sofuckinggood to be inside him.
Looking at Brendon, he waited. Brendon’s face was screwed up in pain and he was biting his lip hard. Finally, Brendon took a shaky breath and nodded to Ryan, who pressed in further until he was completely buried in Brendon. The molten heat swirling around his cock banished any rational thought he might have had left.
“Oh God, Brendon,” Ryan breathed, shifting forward, his cock brushing Brendon’s insides. Brendon whimpered a little in return but appeared to be trying to control his breathing. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, he looked at Ryan.
“Move,” he whispered.
Ryan nodded slowly, pulling his cock out and sliding it back in easily, feeling the little jump in Brendon’s body. He moved again, sliding in faster this time and Brendon’s back arched, his hips moving up to meet Ryan’s, thrusting his cock in deeper.
“Go-Ryan,” Brendon gasped, his head thrown back against the bed as he moaned softly. “Wha-what-“
Ryan laughed slightly, punctured by the gasp he took as he slid back in Brendon’s body again. “It’s called a prostate,” he breathed, angling in again to hit the same spot that had Brendon’s back arching and a pleasurable moan pouring from his lips.
“I don’t care,” Brendon gasped, “just do it again.”
Ryan nodded, thrusting in harder this time, his cock sliding through the tight muscles to brush against the tiny bundle of nerves inside Brendon.
Brendon felt the ripple of pleasure shiver down his spine as his hips moved upward against Ryan’s. He felt full but he wanted more, pressing his hips up, forcing Ryan deeper. His grip had lessened on Ryan’s arm but tightened momentarily at the force of pleasure building in his gut. He felt the heat pooling in his stomach and knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Ryan, please, fuck, Ryan, oh God, fuuuuck,” Brendon moaned.
Ryan glanced down at Brendon as he thrust in again. Without a word, his hand slithered between their bodies to grasp Brendon’s leaking cock, giving it a few short strokes, hard and fast. He knew Brendon was close. He could tell from the way his words were staring to run together and the way his eyes were shut tightly, no longer watching Ryan avidly.
Ryan bent forward with each thrust, pulling Brendon to him in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Brendon pushed back against the kiss, moaning into Ryan’s mouth and whimpering as Ryan’s hand stroked him roughly.
“Ry-Ry-“ he panted, breaking from the kiss with a warning but it was too late and Brendon was coming, hard and fast against Ryan’s stomach. Ryan’s fist pumped his cock slowly, drawing out his climax until Brendon was completely spent, panting harshly against the bed.
Ryan knew he wouldn’t hold on much longer either and pushed back into Brendon hard, feeling the heat explode in his stomach and continuing to move until he couldn’t any longer, coming hard inside Brendon. His eyes were closed and he thrust forward until he was spent and collapsed on the bed next to Brendon.
It was another minute before he could breathe normally again. He lay on the bed listening to Brendon’s pants until they quieted and he looked up. Brendon was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling painted red by the candles that dwindled in their votives. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly but his breathing was quiet.
Ryan was the first to move, pulling his cock from Brendon’s body with a wince from Brendon. He removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket, turning back to Brendon to find him staring at him. He paused, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah?” he asked after a minute when Brendon didn’t say anything.
Brendon hesitated, then rolled onto his side, still staring at Ryan. “You were afraid to tell me?”
Ryan smiled embarrassedly. “I was afraid of how you’d react. I guess I was wrong.”
“I’m the only one who understands you, Ryan Ross,” Brendon murmured, leaning in closer, their noses bumping together.
“Mmm,” Ryan said softly, closing the distance for a kiss. “And apparently Pete Wentz.”
“Yeah,” Brendon agreed, smiling. “Apparently Pete too.”
“So you’re not going to listen to him anymore, are you?” Ryan asked, shifting forward, his chest just an inch from Brendon’s.
Brendon paused, smiling when Ryan ran and hand through his hair. “Well, he did give some pretty good advice.”
Ryan scoffed. “About that kissing on stage thing…”
“I’m not allowed to do it?” Brendon asked, alarmed. “But the fan girls, they loved it.”
Ryan just raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather just keep you for myself,” he said quietly, kissing Brendon’s bottom lip.
Brendon sighed dramatically and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s shoulders. “Fine,” he said finally, “but you’re telling Pete.”
Ryan just smiled and snuggled closer, the closest red candle extinguishing in a puff of grey smoke.
**
FIN
Now published original slash!:
By the Hour
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Cigarette Burns
Brush With Death
Author: silver_etoile
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Disclaimer: This is not true.
Summary: It all starts with Pete's advice in London, and according to Ryan, Brendon is an idiot for taking it, but that's not why he's mad at him. It was just a kiss, after all.
A/N: This was written, god, like, in 2007, but I thought it's about time I posted the rest of my bandom. This is for my followers who put up with all my spouting about my original fic :D I still love you guys.
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It all started in England. It was Pete’s idea and Brendon would forever kick himself for listening to Pete and his crazy ideas. Of course, Pete was the one who’d given them a record deal and made them world famous, so maybe not all of his ideas were crazy, just this one.
Brendon hadn’t told Ryan he was going to do it, and when they’d gotten on stage that night, the lights flashing and the strum of the guitar reverberating through his body as he sang the same song like he always did, Brendon had waltzed over to Ryan, the microphone clutched in his hand and leaned in, pulling Ryan close to him before brushing his lips over Ryan’s cheek. The crowd went wild at the gesture and Brendon pulled away, leaving a shocked Ryan in his wake.
The song finished in an explosion of lights and fire and they vanished from the stage to the screams of their fans. Brendon stumbled into the back amidst miles of wires and plugs, winded but exhilarated, as always. Spencer and Jon came tumbling afterward, both grinning huge grins. Jon was the first to clap Brendon on the back and laugh loudly.
“Genius, Brendon!” he shouted, ruffling his sweaty hair. He gave him a firm pat on the back and grinned. “If that doesn’t get them talking, nothing will!”
Brendon grinned too, taking the towel he was offered by some stage hand and swiping it across his forehead. Spencer was a little more demure in his praise and just raised an eyebrow at Brendon when Jon had taken off for the shower.
“Did Ryan know that was coming?” he asked quietly.
Brendon smiled sheepishly. “No,” he admitted. “But I don’t think he’ll care.”
Brendon was a very hands-on person in general, but he’d never kissed any of the guys in the band. The most he’d ever done was hug them and maybe snuggle up to them on the bus. He didn’t think Ryan would be bothered by it, though. They were good friends. What could be the problem? Besides, if it was, he could always blame Pete.
Spencer gave him a skeptical look that Brendon wondered at and just shrugged, shaking his head. He didn’t say anymore, though, and followed the path Jon had taken to the showers. Brendon made his way through the tangle of wires and microphones until he found the dressing room and collapsed on the couch. Grabbing a bottle of water off the table, he unscrewed the top and took a swig.
He could hear the shower running in the other room and sat back to wait his turn. He was relaxing on the couch, lying with his feet over the back and his head hanging off the edge of the seat, when the door swung open and Ryan entered. He looked sweaty and his brown hair lay against his forehead lankily. Brendon just smiled at him from his upside-down position on the couch.
“Hey, Ry,” he said cheerfully.
To his surprise, Ryan just glared at him and went past to the table with food on it, picking at a cheese cube. Brendon frowned, glancing over. Ryan looked funny upside-down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Ryan stared at the plate of cheese for a second, before throwing down the cube in his hand. I bounced off the silver tray and landed on the floor. Ryan ignored it, turning to Brendon, his expression angry.
“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.
“What?” Brendon asked innocently, furrowing his eyebrows.
Ryan just glared at him. “That kiss!” he exclaimed, gesturing at the door and presumably the stage somewhere beyond. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Brendon was taken aback and tipped himself forward, falling over himself and landing on a heap on the floor. Crawling back onto the couch, he looked at Ryan, a little fearful.
“I-“ he said nervously. “Um, it was Pete’s idea!”
Ryan just stared at him like he was crazy. Brendon didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t expected Ryan to react like this. He’d never minded Brendon’s closeness before. Finally, Ryan shook his head. “And you listened to Pete?”
“You do!” Brendon exclaimed, his eyes wide. On the inside, however, he was kicking himself for listening to Pete. It had been a stupid idea but Pete had been so damned enthusiastic about it and it was hard to say no to an enthusiastic Pete.
“Not when he tells me to kiss my best friend on stage!”
“He does?” Brendon asked curiously and Ryan just growled.
“No!” he yelled. “Brendon, why did you listen to him?”
Brendon shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know,” he said helplessly. “It sounded, kind of, sorta interesting, I guess.”
Ryan stared at him for a second then hung his head. “You’ll listen to anything, won’t you?”
Brendon felt helpless. “No, but it was Pete,” he said like that explained it all. The only response he got from Ryan was an annoyed sigh.
“Just don’t listen to Pete anymore,” he said finally, flopping down on the couch and crossing his arms across his chest angrily.
“Okay,” Brendon said seriously, scooting closer to Ryan. “I promise. Never again.”
**
“In other music news, rumors of a possible relationship between front-man Brendon Urie and guitarist Ryan Ross of the band Panic at the Disco have spread like wild fire ever since that notorious on-stage kiss in London last mon-“
“Turn it off!” Ryan snapped and Spencer reached for the dial, turning off the radio and sitting back in his seat. Ryan kept his eyes focused on the road in front of him, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a death-grip. He sighed loudly as they came to a stop light.
Spencer looked over at him for a second before opening his mouth. “You know, Brendon thinks you’re mad at him.”
Ryan frowned. “I’m not.”
“I know you’re not,” Spencer said, shrugging and looking at the car next to them where a little white poodle was barking frantically at him. “But he doesn’t.”
Ryan just shrugged.
Spencer glanced at him again. “He thinks you’re mad about the kiss.”
“Yeah, well, he shouldn’t have done it. It was a stupid idea.”
“It was Pete’s idea,” Spencer amended. “And you can’t deny it’s definitely given us some publicity.”
“Yeah, they all think we’re a gay emo band and fuck each other in the bathrooms after shows.”
“Well, at least they’re thinking about us,” Spencer said, trying to be upbeat but rolling his eyes at Ryan’s glare. “Give Brendon a break. He hasn’t listened to anything else Pete has said, right?”
Ryan shrugged again, accelerating as the light changed.
“See,” Spencer said simply. “It’ll all blow over.”
Ryan didn’t say anything but frowned as he took the turn towards home.
**
“So I hear Ryan’s in a pickle about the show last month.”
Brendon sighed, cradling the phone against his ear and stroking Hobo on the couch. “You’re very strange, Pete Wentz. And yeah, he was pretty mad.”
“Did you tell him it was my idea?”
“Yeah,” Brendon said tiredly. “But he was still mad. I’m, like, not supposed to talk to you anymore.”
“What?!” Pete exclaimed. “That is preposterous, my young friend. Don’t listen to Ryan. You should listen to me.”
“But Rya-“
“Who made you guys platinum record sellers?” Pete interrupted and Brendon sighed.
“You did.”
“Precisely. And who made you the talk of the town?”
“You did,” Brendon admitted, “but-“
“And who’s going to make sure you stay in the public’s mind?”
Brendon sighed again. “You, but, Pete, Ryan’s really mad at me.”
“For a kiss?” Pete asked and Brendon could hear the skepticism in his voice. “Oh, Brendon, my poor little naïve Brendon. He’s not mad about the kiss.”
“Yes, he is!” Brendon exclaimed, sitting up suddenly and scaring Hobo off the couch. She wasn’t supposed to be up there anyway, but Brendon didn’t care.
He could hear Pete laughing and he only scowled.
“Pete, come on!” he said pleadingly. “It’s been a month and Ryan still doesn’t act the same around me. What am I supposed to do?”
Pete laughed for another few moments until he calmed down enough to speak. “Okay, okay,” he said, sounding like he was at least pretending to be serious. “Here’s what you do, Brendon…”
**
“Brendon, you better have a good reason for dragging me out of bed at one in the morning!” Ryan called as he pushed open the door to Brendon’s house. Everything was dark inside and out and a cool breeze rustled the bush in Brendon’s bedraggled front yard. Ryan frowned and went further inside, flipping on the entryway light.
Brendon had called him ten minutes ago, begging him to come over and he had, after much yawning and struggling to get dressed. His socks didn’t match but he didn’t care. He only wanted to find out what was so important he had to get up at this ungodly hour to come to Brendon’s little house in the middle of the desert, or really it was in the midst of a housing development but same thing really.
Ryan frowned as he looked around the living room, seeing no sign of Brendon. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and continued on his way toward Brendon’s bedroom near the back of the house. He could see a dim light coming from underneath the doorway and sighed.
“Brendon,” he said tiredly, walking up to the door. “If you’re doing, like, an altar sacrifice or something, I’m not sure I can be your friend anymore.”
He pulled the doorknob and opened the door, stepping inside. He stopped as soon as he set foot in the doorway. Little red candles were spread all over the room, their wicks flickering and casting a low, warm glow of light over the entire room. Ryan felt his mouth falling open slightly as he took in the room and he frowned.
“Hi, Ry.”
Ryan looked up to find Brendon sitting on his bed, cross-legged and smiling.
“Brendon, what the hell is going on?”
Brendon paused, looking around at the candles. “I know why you got mad at me for the kiss.”
“What?” Ryan asked, panicking slightly. Brendon couldn’t possibly know, could he?
Brendon nodded. “I was talking to Pete-“
“Oh, not again,” Ryan groaned. “When will you learn that nothing good will come from talking to Pete?”
Brendon shrugged, his eyes on Ryan, who still stood in the doorway, his hand hovering over the doorknob. “I dunno. I think he has good ideas sometimes, and I’m pretty sure he tells the truth.”
Ryan groaned and stepped inside the room, sitting down on the foot of the bed and staring at the floor. “So I guess he told you, then?”
“He told me you liked guys. I figured the rest out on my own,” Brendon said quietly, crawling across the bed carefully, sitting down beside Ryan. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Ryan shrugged, watching the flame of one of the candles flicker. “Didn’t want you to freak out? I mean, Spencer knows I’m gay but I don’t think Jon does. I didn’t want you guys to think I was weird or somethi-“
“That’s not what I meant,” Brendon said, edging closer. He raised a hand tentatively and placed it carefully on Ryan’s thigh. Ryan glanced at it and frowned for a second.
“Bren, there was a reason I didn’t tell you. I don’t want to, like, cause problems in the band.
“Hey, Yoko, relax,” Brendon said, smiling. “You could have told me.”
Ryan sighed. “Okay, and what if I scared you or something? What if you hated me?”
“Aw, come on, Ry,” Brendon said, inching closer, his hand giving Ryan’s thigh a little squeeze. “I think you know me better than that. I wouldn’t have kissed you if, you know, I’d known you felt that way.”
“You wouldn’t have?” Ryan asked, looking up at Brendon. He was awfully close and his hand was still on Ryan’s thigh.
“Not on the cheek,” Brendon said quietly, moving forward and licking his lips nervously. His heart had found its way into his throat and he could feel the pounding against his Adam’s Apple. He was staring into Ryan’s honey-colored eyes, searching for understanding.
“Brendon,” Ryan said softly, a slight tremble in his voice. He was turned toward Brendon on the bed, staring at him.
Brendon tried to smile but his nerves seemed to stop the muscles in his face and instead, he took a breath and leaned forward, his lips mere centimeters from Ryan’s. “You like the candles?”
Ryan tore his gaze from Brendon to look around the room. “They’re a little much.”
“Well, Pete said-“
“You’re still listening to Pete?”
Brendon nodded, sliding a hand to Ryan’s jaw and pulling him forward, effectively silencing his questions. Ryan was jerked forward a little and he gasped quietly.
“He seems to know what he’s talking about,” Brendon murmured, pressing his lips against Ryan’s and closing his eyes tightly.
Ryan was in shock, even though he had known what was coming, and his brain seemed to stop. He could feel Brendon’s lips against his own, warm, wet, soft. Brendon’s hand was on his jaw, his thumb grazing over the skin. He was pressing against Ryan, willing him to respond and it took a second before Ryan snapped into action.
He took control of the kiss, pressing his lips back against Brendon’s. He was sure Brendon had never kissed a guy before, not that it was much different from kissing girls, but still. His hand was on the back of Brendon’s neck, gripping the short hair and pushing Brendon forward against his lips. He opened his mouth and caught Brendon’s lower lip between his teeth.
Brendon’s resounding gasp gave Ryan the opportunity he wanted. His tongue slid inside Brendon’s mouth, licking the warm cavern within, pulling on Brendon’s lower lip. He twisted his body, sliding forward onto Brendon’s lap. Brendon’s hand that had been on his thigh slid to his hip, settling him comfortably in his lap.
Ryan pushed back and felt Brendon sliding down against the bed. Still kissing him furiously, biting at his lip and sucking on Brendon’s tongue, he pushed him down, a hand sliding to the waist of Brendon’s shirt.
Pushing underneath the cotton fabric, Ryan heard Brendon’s squeak. He broke from the kiss, chuckling slightly to himself. Brendon was already panting, his hand gripping tightly to Ryan’s hip. His eyes were questioning as Ryan shoved the shirt up and over Brendon’s head, only snagging once on his ears.
“Um, Ryan?” Brendon asked, biting his lip with a gasp as Ryan leaned down, nipping at the taut skin of Brendon’s torso. His tongue slid over the warm skin, tracing the outline of Brendon’s muscles.
“Hmm?” he asked against the skin, sliding up to take Brendon’s nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue until Brendon was writhing underneath him, panting and out-of-breath. Ryan took in a sharp breath when Brendon’s hips angled upward, brushing against his own and he realized how hard he was. Pulling away from Brendon, his hand slid down to press roughly against the bulge in his jeans. “Oh, fuck, Brendon,” he murmured.
He slid upward, pressing a hot kiss to Brendon’s jaw, breathing hard against it as he heeled his growing erection.
“R-Ryan?” Brendon gasped, turning his head to Ryan, who moved up and gave him a slow, breathless kiss. Brendon pulled away, lips swollen and breathing heavily.
“Shit, Bren,” Ryan whispered, forcing his hand away from his crotch to graze up Brendon’s side and stroke his neck and throat. His other hand was holding him up, though just barely. “You don’t know how long I’ve been-waiting.”
Brendon groaned out loud as Ryan pressed a kiss just below his ear and slid down his throat. As he did so, he ground his hips down for good measure, drawing a sharp gasp from Brendon, followed by a long moan. Their clothed erections rubbed together, an explosion of friction and heat shooting through their bodies.
Ryan’s free hand moved quickly to the button on Brendon’s jeans, struggling to undo it and pull the zipper down. His mouth was still on Brendon’s stomach, licking and sucking the pale skin. Brendon responded to every movement of Ryan’s lips. Already, he was gasping for breath and it was a struggle to keep his eyes open but he did, watching every move Ryan made.
Brendon’s pants were tight and it was a struggle to pull them down. They nearly fell off the bed a few times as Ryan tugged the tight jeans over Brendon’s hips and finally pushed them to the floor. Brendon scooted back on the bed, staring at Ryan through lust-filled eyes.
Ryan lost no time ditching his jeans and shirt, throwing them away easily and looking back at Brendon, who was staring at his boxers, his eyes flicking back to Ryan’s every few seconds. He licked his lips and Ryan smirked, crawling up his body. He let his fingers trail softly over Brendon’s skin, loving how Brendon shivered at the touch.
He leaned into his ear, letting his warm breath ghost over it, knowing it would drive Brendon crazy. “Brendon,” he whispered, hearing the little whimper Brendon gave. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He tried not to sound it, but he was nervous as hell. Brendon had never been with a guy and being good friends wouldn’t necessarily help.
Brendon turned his head on the bed, staring at Ryan, his big chocolate eyes glazed with what Ryan could only see as lust and desire. He was still breathing harshly and Ryan knew he was fucking hard as a rock. “Anyone ever told you you think too much?” Brendon panted, reaching for Ryan’s face and tracing his jaw.
“Yeah,” Ryan admitted.
Brendon paused a second, his mouth curling into a smile. “So stop.” He surged forward, connecting their lips in an uncoordinated, needy kiss that sent tingles to Ryan’s toes. He pushed back just as desperately, his lips sliding against Brendon’s, wet and hard, biting Brendon’s lower lip, sucking the plump flesh, licking the sweet skin.
Brendon’s whimpers and moans filled the room as his body moved against Ryan’s, arching upward into his hips, crashing their erections together in a friction-filled movement that had both boys breaking the kiss, gasping for breath. Ryan ground his hips against Brendon purposefully, drawing moan after moan from his swollen lips.
Ryan moved to Brendon’s neck, sucking ravenously on the skin there, his hand sliding down Brendon’s torso to the waist of Brendon’s boxers that he shoved away quickly. His hand slid up the fevered skin of Brendon’s thigh, whispering over his hip and finally traveling down to Brendon’s needy cock.
The sound Brendon made when Ryan’s fingers wrapped around his cock had Ryan gritting his teeth. He left Brendon’s neck with a nip and licked his way down Brendon’s body. His hot breath ghosted over Brendon’s cock, already throbbing and hard in his grip. He took a second, glancing up at Brendon’s flushed face, before leaning in, swiping his tongue over the head of the leaking prick. Brendon’s gasp was loud and his hips arched upward.
Ryan forced his hips down, removing his hand from Brendon’s cock and sliding it over his thigh, squeezing the warm flesh. He moved again, dragging his tongue over the length of Brendon’s cock. Above him, Brendon was biting his lip hard, gasping and moaning with every lick of Ryan’s tongue. His hands were curled around his dark blue comforter, the flickering candles casting a red hue over everything.
Brendon nearly forgot to breathe when Ryan swallowed his cock, his hot mouth engulfing the length of it and sucking hard. He could feel Ryan’s tongue and forced himself to take a gasp of air.
“Fuck, Ryan,” he gasped as Ryan’s mouth slid over his prick, tight and hot, sucking hard. He’d never gone this far with a guy, or gone anywhere really, but he knew he wanted it and there was no way he was going to stop Ryan. It felt sofuckinggoddamngood.
Ryan flicked his tongue over Brendon’s throbbing cock once more, feeling Brendon’s muscles tighten and hearing the increased volume of Brendon’s pants. He pulled away suddenly, hearing the moan of loss from Brendon and pressing a kiss to the tip of Brendon’s prick.
Moving swiftly, he slid up Brendon’s body again, kissing him softly, running a hand through his soft hair, pushing it back. Brendon’s body moved against his, his cock rubbing against Ryan’s bare stomach. Ryan kissed him again harder, his hand shoving down his own boxers and releasing his erection from its cloth confines.
He lowered his hips onto Brendon’s hearing the sharp hiss of breath from Brendon as their erections touched skin to skin, sending a wave of heat across Ryan’s body. Brendon was gasping into his shoulder, arching up to keep the friction. Ryan felt the warm puff of air on his shoulder and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Brendon’s neck. Brendon was grinding against his hips desperately.
“Ryan,” he gasped, “Ryan, please.”
“Please what?” Ryan grunted, shoving his and Brendon’s hips together again in a clash of heat that set every nerve ending on fire.
Brendon’s mouth fell open and he gasped, swallowing hard, burying his face in Ryan’s neck. “Fuck, I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Whatever it is you-shit-do with guys, fuck, Ryan.” His hips collided upward on their own accord and he clung harder to Ryan’s shoulder. “Just-just fuck me or… God, yeah…”
Ryan’s mouth was on his collar bone, sucking hard at the skin, leaving a red mark Brendon would have to explain to Jon and Spencer the next day. His tongue swiped over the skin, pulling away and pulling Brendon’s earlobe into his mouth.
“You want me to fuck you,” Ryan whispered, his voice low and rough. Brendon shivered at the tone and whined, wrapping a leg around Ryan’s waist.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed, rubbing his hips against Ryan’s, needing more friction, more heat, just more.
Ryan pressed a light kiss to Brendon’s lips and pushed himself upward, reaching over to Brendon’s bedside cabinet. In the top drawer, he found what he was looking for. Pulling out eh tube of lube and a condom, he paused, reading the label and raising an eyebrow at Brendon.
“Oak-tree scented?” he questioned and Brendon just frowned.
“It was what they had at the store,” he shrugged, pulling Ryan down by his hand. “Do you really want to question the scent of the lube or would you rather use it how it was meant?”
Ryan laughed for a second, brushing his lips over Brendon’s. “Awfully eager for a first-timer.”
“The faster you go, the faster I won’t be a first-timer,” Brendon replied, smashing his lips against Ryan’s hard, catching him off-guard.
Ryan pulled away with difficulty, sitting up slightly and unscrewing the cap of the lube. Curious, he sniffed the top but the scent was very light and he quickly forgot about it as he looked down at Brendon. Brendon was lying underneath him, his legs spread wide and his expression lustful and innocent, a tiny bit of fear flickering behind his chocolate eyes.
Ryan smiled softly and squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his fingers, spreading it over the digits slowly, making sure Brendon’s eyes stayed glued to them the entire time. Positioning himself over Brendon, he slid the condom on his hard cock and spread the lube over the pulsing member. He couldn’t suppress the groan as he stroked himself slowly, touching himself for the first time since before he’d taken off his jeans.
Brendon’s eyes were still glued to his every movement and when Ryan removed his fingers from himself and moved to Brendon, pulling Brendon’s hips flush with his, Brendon’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. Ryan paused a second, holding Brendon’s eyes before flicking them downward as he pressed a finger into Brendon’s body.
He could feel the muscles tensing, contracting tightly around his finger but he pressed in a second finger carefully. Brendon’s mouth was open and he groaned softly. His head was thrown back against the pillow and he was staring at the ceiling cast in the red glow from the surrounding candles.
“R-R-Ryan,” he stammered, his hips arching upward and he bit his lip.
“Does it hurt?” Ryan asked quietly, adding a third finger and pumping them back and forth through the tight muscles. Brendon’s gasps were quiet.
“N-no,” Brendon breathed, gasping loudly and arching his back against Ryan’s fingers.
Ryan didn’t know if he was lying or not but if he wanted to go ahead, so did Ryan. He pulled out his fingers slowly and moved up, pulling Brendon’s legs over his shoulders and placing his cock at the entrance to Brendon’s body.
Leaning forward, Ryan placed a kiss on Brendon’s lips and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
“Just-go-“ Brendon asked, his breath coming sharply. He was staring at Ryan but closed his eyes as Ryan kissed him again.
Ryan pulled away, biting his lip as he pressed his cock into Brendon’s body. The heat engulfed his length, the muscles contracting tightly. He closed his eyes and pushed in further, hearing the pained gasp from Brendon and feeling his fingers close tightly on his arm. Ryan paused a second to let Brendon get used to the pain but felt sofuckinggood to be inside him.
Looking at Brendon, he waited. Brendon’s face was screwed up in pain and he was biting his lip hard. Finally, Brendon took a shaky breath and nodded to Ryan, who pressed in further until he was completely buried in Brendon. The molten heat swirling around his cock banished any rational thought he might have had left.
“Oh God, Brendon,” Ryan breathed, shifting forward, his cock brushing Brendon’s insides. Brendon whimpered a little in return but appeared to be trying to control his breathing. He closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them, he looked at Ryan.
“Move,” he whispered.
Ryan nodded slowly, pulling his cock out and sliding it back in easily, feeling the little jump in Brendon’s body. He moved again, sliding in faster this time and Brendon’s back arched, his hips moving up to meet Ryan’s, thrusting his cock in deeper.
“Go-Ryan,” Brendon gasped, his head thrown back against the bed as he moaned softly. “Wha-what-“
Ryan laughed slightly, punctured by the gasp he took as he slid back in Brendon’s body again. “It’s called a prostate,” he breathed, angling in again to hit the same spot that had Brendon’s back arching and a pleasurable moan pouring from his lips.
“I don’t care,” Brendon gasped, “just do it again.”
Ryan nodded, thrusting in harder this time, his cock sliding through the tight muscles to brush against the tiny bundle of nerves inside Brendon.
Brendon felt the ripple of pleasure shiver down his spine as his hips moved upward against Ryan’s. He felt full but he wanted more, pressing his hips up, forcing Ryan deeper. His grip had lessened on Ryan’s arm but tightened momentarily at the force of pleasure building in his gut. He felt the heat pooling in his stomach and knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Ryan, please, fuck, Ryan, oh God, fuuuuck,” Brendon moaned.
Ryan glanced down at Brendon as he thrust in again. Without a word, his hand slithered between their bodies to grasp Brendon’s leaking cock, giving it a few short strokes, hard and fast. He knew Brendon was close. He could tell from the way his words were staring to run together and the way his eyes were shut tightly, no longer watching Ryan avidly.
Ryan bent forward with each thrust, pulling Brendon to him in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Brendon pushed back against the kiss, moaning into Ryan’s mouth and whimpering as Ryan’s hand stroked him roughly.
“Ry-Ry-“ he panted, breaking from the kiss with a warning but it was too late and Brendon was coming, hard and fast against Ryan’s stomach. Ryan’s fist pumped his cock slowly, drawing out his climax until Brendon was completely spent, panting harshly against the bed.
Ryan knew he wouldn’t hold on much longer either and pushed back into Brendon hard, feeling the heat explode in his stomach and continuing to move until he couldn’t any longer, coming hard inside Brendon. His eyes were closed and he thrust forward until he was spent and collapsed on the bed next to Brendon.
It was another minute before he could breathe normally again. He lay on the bed listening to Brendon’s pants until they quieted and he looked up. Brendon was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling painted red by the candles that dwindled in their votives. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly but his breathing was quiet.
Ryan was the first to move, pulling his cock from Brendon’s body with a wince from Brendon. He removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket, turning back to Brendon to find him staring at him. He paused, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah?” he asked after a minute when Brendon didn’t say anything.
Brendon hesitated, then rolled onto his side, still staring at Ryan. “You were afraid to tell me?”
Ryan smiled embarrassedly. “I was afraid of how you’d react. I guess I was wrong.”
“I’m the only one who understands you, Ryan Ross,” Brendon murmured, leaning in closer, their noses bumping together.
“Mmm,” Ryan said softly, closing the distance for a kiss. “And apparently Pete Wentz.”
“Yeah,” Brendon agreed, smiling. “Apparently Pete too.”
“So you’re not going to listen to him anymore, are you?” Ryan asked, shifting forward, his chest just an inch from Brendon’s.
Brendon paused, smiling when Ryan ran and hand through his hair. “Well, he did give some pretty good advice.”
Ryan scoffed. “About that kissing on stage thing…”
“I’m not allowed to do it?” Brendon asked, alarmed. “But the fan girls, they loved it.”
Ryan just raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather just keep you for myself,” he said quietly, kissing Brendon’s bottom lip.
Brendon sighed dramatically and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s shoulders. “Fine,” he said finally, “but you’re telling Pete.”
Ryan just smiled and snuggled closer, the closest red candle extinguishing in a puff of grey smoke.
**
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