Controversy Loves Company [Chapter 8/?]
Title: Controversy Loves Company [Chapter 8/?]
Authors:
fauxfashionista and
xlatestxplaguex
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross/OFC
Rating: PG-15? [next chapter will be higher :P]
Summary: Madison spends the night.
Disclaimer: Fake as plastic surgery. The title belongs to The Audition.
Authors' Notes: Yeah, I was gonna write more at the end, but I'm just not feeling it right now. Anyway, I have to go really soon and I didn't want that scene to be rushed, so that's what you'll get at the first part of chapter 9.
Comments and conrit are very much appreciated. Thanks to everyone that has been reading and commenting already.
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-Ryan's POV-
hey
Hey. What are you doing?
nothing, just watching tv...you?
Watching a movie with maddie =/
ah...she's still there, huh?
Yes...she's not leaving and i hate my life btw
poor baby :P
Well at least she's asleep :P
haha she is? it's only like 11
She's sleepy? I wouldn't be talking to you if she wasn't so be glad she is
aha then i'm glad she's sleeping. what have you done all day?
Went to the mall (that was not fun..) and watched movies and made out with maddie
oh...why wasn't the mall fun
Have you ever been shopping with my gf?
yes ryan i have been shopping with your gf all the time XD
Stfu..it was awful
but the making out made up for it, huh?
Meh..
meh what?
Nothing
um...okay =\
What's wrong?
what? nothings wrong
Well you made a =/ face so obvs something is..
wtf? that doesnt mean anythings wrong...im fine
If you're jealous of maddie or whatever..don't be cuz i'd much rather have been making out with you :P
heh...i wasnt that worried about it really but thats good to know ^__^
Don't lie :P
x( im not lying! :P
Sure you weren't...so what did you do all day? (after the almost-sexing me of course)
stfu i wasn't...and i went home and took a much needed shower and lounged around all day heh
Naked? ^^
i was pretty much naked all day actually...still am :P
O rly?
ya rly
Do anything *ahem* interesting to yourself? :P
maybe (;
So is that a yes or a no?
it's a maybe, duh
Kay, what'd you do then (i need details, btw)
laid on my bed and wished you were with me
Please..i know you did more than just think about me :P
well what do you wanna hear? about how i touched myself and wished it was you instead?
Tell me more (:
mm how about i fucked myself with my vibrator and imagined it was your cock inside me instead?
O__o fuck that's hot
is it? why don't you think about it, ry...think about me pushing it in and out of myself and moaning your name
I have no idea what to say to that XD
then my goal is accomplished
So your goal is to get me all turned out when i know i can't have you? not very nice mr. urie...
aaw, what're you gonna do? tell on me?
Maybe...
who're you gonna tell, hmm? i'm the teacher
I'll find somebody..you've been reallllly bad :P
why don't you just punish me instead?
I probably would get more sex that way
and is this bad in some way?
How could sex with you be bad?
i wouldn't know, i don't have sex with myself O___o
Well what about the sex-crazed girl...what'd she think?
eh...she turned into a bitch and posted stuff online about my dick being small o_o she doesn't count
Poor baby...it's ok cuz i know better :P
how do you know better? cuz i can fail you in english? XD
Haha..no, that your dick isn't small retard
lmao thanks
Well it is the truth :P
You know you left a goddamn hickey on my neck.. =/
oh fuck...sorry
but you didn't stop me!
Well i didnt want to stop you :P
yeah but i didn't mean to mark you ):
i just can't help myself, you too fucking hot when you're panting and moaning (;
*ten minutes later*
Sorry..she woke up and went downstairs..can i call you?
yeah go ahead
As soon as I'm back in my bed, I scroll through my address book, dialing Brendon's number when I get to it. He doesn't answer the first time so I call back a few seconds later, letting it ring a few times before he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Ryan," I say obviously, scratching my neck.
"Yeah, I know," he responds, laughing quietly, and I can imagine his mouth pulling back to reveal his teeth that could be biting my neck right now and his lips that could be kissing me and oh god, I need him.
"Are you still naked?" And yeah, even though we've been fooling around already, I can't help the blush that spreads itself across my neck and cheeks.
"Mhm, I am," he almost whispers, and I shiver.
"Would it be bad to sneak you in my room while my girlfriend is downstairs?" I laugh a little at the idea, but then I realize I'm not entirely joking. He laughs anyway.
"Yeah, I think that's probably not a good idea," he muses, but by this time I'm already plotting. I'm desperate. I need Brendon.
"I could always come over again," I suggest, voice hushed in case someone's still awake, and all of a sudden I'm paranoid that Madison's standing right outside my door and listening to this whole conversation.
"Ry, your girlfriend's downstairs...What if she wakes up and comes to get you?"
"Why would she come get me?"
"I...have no idea." Win.
"Yeah, she wants me to die from lack of sex, remember?" I sigh and run a hand through my hair, chewing my thumb nail a little.
"Yes, I know, because I have somehow become the one to relieve you of all your sexual tension," Brendon teases, and, wait? Did he say he was naked?
"Is that bad?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
"No..."
"You better not. Now, can I come over? Please?" I hold my breath and pray he says yes; I seriously think that (even though I saw him what, twelve hours ago?) I'm going to die soon. From lack of sexual attention.
"Why are you asking my permission? You can come if you really want to," he says, voice getting lower already.
"It is your apartment, I think I need your permission." I pause for a second, then smirk. "I can beg if you want me to." I think I hear him moan quietly.
"Mm, that'd be hot...You begging for me," he says, and I shift in my bed, lick my lips and make sure not to touch my forming erection because that's Brendon's property now.
"Please?" I say pathetically, wanting to play along. "I want you to fuck me, baby."
"Hmm," he mutters, taking a thoughtful pause, "You don't sound like you want it enough, Ry."
"Oh please," I scoff. "Did you forget how bad I wanted you earlier?"
"That was then, this is now, and I just don't think you want it bad enough." God, he's fucking frustrating.
"Fine. I won't come over then." I resist the urge to cross my arms, knowing he can't see it anyway.
"Fine with me, you want to be stubborn. You can just fuck yourself," he says teasingly.
"God, you're no fun, Bren," I pout, and he fake gasps on the other line.
"What? I am too fun! You get your ass over here, I'll show you how fun I am," and fuck, there is nothing I'd rather do more.
"Say please?"
"Aren't you supposed to be begging for me?" He laughs quietly and sighs, and I can imagine him relaxing out on his bed, naked and hard, stroking himself slowly while listening to me getting off. Jesus.
"No," I say confidently and tease him right back. "I think you should bed. It's sexy when you pout."
"Mm, is it? Too bad you can't see me. And," he adds, "That is why you should get over here, right fucking now." I grin, finally getting the approval I was waiting for.
"Kay, I'm coming now."
"How long?" His voice is a bit shaky with need and I can't help but feel the same.
"I don't know, five minutes?"
"Drive fast."
"I think we had this conversation already," I say, feeling deja vu hit me hard. I laugh a little, and he does as well.
"I think we did, too. But just...hurry the hell up, okay? I fucking want you."
"I have to get dressed," I say, looking around for clothes. "I don't know why, though. You're just gonna take my clothes off and fuck me anyway. But if Madison wakes up, I'm fucked, and not in the way I want to be."
"Then fucking be quiet, and hurry up." I smile at how pushy he's gotten, and sit up.
"Kay, leaving."
"See you soon," he says, and hangs up.
I get out of bed, grabbing a random shirt from the floor and pull it on, not bothering to change out of my pajama pants. Really, what would be the point? I'm going to Brendon's apartment so we can have sex.
I smile at this because I really need to get laid, and I don't even feel a little bad that I'm going to let my teacher fuck me while my girlfriend is sleeping on my couch. She's the farthest thing from my mind right now.
I walk down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. I peek at Madison to make sure she's still sleeping on my way out the front door, closing and locking it behind me, but while I'm reaching for my keys in my pocket, I realize something. People are going to fucking notice if my car's gone. I swear quietly and pick up my phone, walking outside to the front porch, locking the door behind me, and call Brendon.
"Hello?"
"Can you come get me?"
"Um, yeah, are you at your house still?" He sounds kind of concerned, and I feel bad for making him come get me.
"Yes," I answer quietly.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well, no, but I'm sure someone would notice if my car was gone, and it's blocked anyway."
"Good point," he says, and it sounds as if he's thinking when he sighs. "Okay, um, walk down to the end of your street, okay? I don't want to wake anybody up with the engine or the headlights or something. I'll be there in a few minutes, I'm still, uh, kind of naked."
"You're going to come get me naked?" I ask.
"No, I mean I'm going to put clothes on," he laughs. "Unless you want me to come naked."
I laugh and shake my head. "How about you come naked when we get back to your place?"
"I can deal with that. I'll be there in a few minutes, baby."
"Kay," I say, smiling at what he calls me, and hang up.
I start walking down the street like Brendon said, stopping a few blocks from my house because that is way too goddamn far.
Anyway, I need to save my energy.
I only have to wait for about five minutes before I see headlights at the end of the street. It's a good thing too because I was starting to get pretty damn impatient. He seems to have slowed down significantly (or maybe it's just my imagination), but I am not opposed to dragging him to my room and letting him fuck me there.
I know that'd probably be pushing the limits just a little, seeing how my girlfriend would be under the same roof, but what can I say? I'm fucking desperate and horny for him right now.
"God, what the fuck?" I ask breathlessly when I get in the car. "Are you trying to kill me here?"
"No, I'm just trying to go the fucking speed limit and be a good citizen!"
"Oh, fuck that," I say, "There are no cars on the road."
"You know what? You're fucking right." I grab the bar above my head in the passenger seat as he stomps on the accelerator, grinning deviously.
"Jesus, not too fast, I need to get laid before I die."
"You need to calm down," he reassures, still driving fast, but having apparent control of the vehicle. "I'm not going to kill you."
My body is lightly buzzing with an unfamiliar energy as Brendon drives us to his apartment, and I can't help but feel nervous and excited all at the same time. We're pulling in the complex a few minutes later, and I've already got my seatbelt off and my hand on the door handle by the time he parks the car.
-Brendon's POV-
As soon as I take the keys out of the ignition, I rip off my seatbelt and get out of the car, slamming the door and pressing the lock button on my key. I walk over beside Ryan and put my hand on the small of his back, slowly sliding it down to his ass while he walks, and obviously he can't take it any more.
Ryan turns around and checks out the parking lot, seeing no one close by and grabbing my shoulders, pushing me hard against the cold brick wall of the building. I feel the rough, sharp pieces of the brick snagging at my shirt as he runs his hands along my stomach, and he grabs onto my hips hard, digging his fingers into my skin, and leaning in close to whisper in my ear.
"This," he says, his voice deep and driving me insane. "Is for marking my neck."
He grabs my hair and pulls my head roughly to the side, biting down on my neck hard, and my knees actually give out momentarily, causing me to grate my back against the wall through my shirt. Ryan's hand that's not fisting my hair harshly is still holding me up by my hip, and he sinks his teeth farther into my neck, making me whimper.
"Oh, fuck, Ryan," I say quietly, flexing my hands against his shoulder blades and trying desperately to keep myself from falling. He pulls at the skin with his teeth, causing a painful stretching, tingling sensation to crawl quickly through my muscles, causing shivers to shoot up my spine.
Letting go of my skin, he laps at it to soothe the injured skin, his warm tongue licking over my neck makes me close my eyes and lick my lips, leaving my mouth open slightly to breathe in the cool night air. Ryan places a few kisses against the surrounding area and goes back to the bite mark, sucking gently and flicking his tongue out again.
"We should," I say, trying to move away, knees still weak, "We should go in."
"Mm," is all he says, tightening his grip against my hip and sucking against my bruised neck harder. I gasp and leave my head tilted when he takes his hand out of my hair, sliding his fingers along my stomach under my shirt, releasing my hip and flattening both his palms against my abs.
I run my hands down his back and to his ass, pulling him closer to me so our bodies are pressed completely against each other. Ryan moves his head down to my collarbone, biting it gently and both his hands move higher up to my chest, fingertips brushing across my nipples. He licks a line from the bone up to my earlobe, sucking it gently.
"You could fuck me right here," he whispers, breath sending tremors through my body. "You could fuck me right now, against the wall," and I'm glad that we're at least partially blocked by a bush, because he's driving me insane. Ryan pulls at my shirt and I move away from the wall long enough to let him get it off me before he pushes me back roughly against the brick.
"Fuck," I hiss, scratching my bare back, but Ryan just presses his hips roughly into mine, and I feel his sharp hips causing dull pressure against my less prominent ones. "Somebody could see," I whisper, contradicting my own actions by slipping my hands into the back of his pajama pants and palming his ass to get more friction between us.
He presses his forehead against mine, bringing his lips so close that they're touching mine, but he doesn't kiss me.
"Does that turn you on, baby? Knowing how fucking wrong this is, how somebody could catch us any second," he talks quietly against my mouth, flicking his tongue out to lick at my bottom lip.
I open my mouth and bring our lips together hard, not bothering to wait with pushing my tongue against his.
-Ryan's POV-
"Fuck," he hisses, his mouth still pressed to mine, as I rub my hand over his erection. "Baby, we gotta go inside..."
I pull away breathlessly, grabbing his hand to drag him from the parking garage into the building. We get over to the elevator quickly, thankfully getting to ride it by ourselves this time.
He pushes me (a little harder than necessary) against the wall, hastily pressing '3' before practically shoving his tongue down my throat. He's got one hand fisted in my hair, probably fucking it up completely, but who cares? I'm about to have sex.
He moves his mouth down to my neck, no doubt sucking hard enough to leave another mark there. His hand is halfway up my shirt, and his lips on my skin when we hear someone clearing their throat to get our attention.
He freezes and my eyes shoot open at the noise, and I can feel embarrassment burning my cheeks. I almost want to laugh because here we are, pressed up against the wall making out, Brendon's missing his goddamn shirt, and some lady just caught us in the very compromising position.
"Um," is all he can manage to get out before rushing into the hallway, looking sheepish.
"Oh my fucking god," I laugh, flopping down on Brendon's couch when we get to his apartment. "Do you know her? Fuck..."
"She lives two doors down," he says, burying his face in my neck.
"Aww, poor baby..." I tease, but I feel bad because he'll probably see that woman every day now.
"Talk about a total mood killer," he sighs, kissing my cheek. "You still wanna?"
"Not if you don't," I say, hoping that he does or else I'll die.
"Come on," he says, pulling me up from the couch. "Let's go play with my vibrator."
Authors:
fauxfashionista and
xlatestxplaguex
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross/OFC
Rating: PG-15? [next chapter will be higher :P]
Summary: Madison spends the night.
Disclaimer: Fake as plastic surgery. The title belongs to The Audition.
Authors' Notes: Yeah, I was gonna write more at the end, but I'm just not feeling it right now. Anyway, I have to go really soon and I didn't want that scene to be rushed, so that's what you'll get at the first part of chapter 9.
Comments and conrit are very much appreciated. Thanks to everyone that has been reading and commenting already.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
-Ryan's POV-
hey
Hey. What are you doing?
nothing, just watching tv...you?
Watching a movie with maddie =/
ah...she's still there, huh?
Yes...she's not leaving and i hate my life btw
poor baby :P
Well at least she's asleep :P
haha she is? it's only like 11
She's sleepy? I wouldn't be talking to you if she wasn't so be glad she is
aha then i'm glad she's sleeping. what have you done all day?
Went to the mall (that was not fun..) and watched movies and made out with maddie
oh...why wasn't the mall fun
Have you ever been shopping with my gf?
yes ryan i have been shopping with your gf all the time XD
Stfu..it was awful
but the making out made up for it, huh?
Meh..
meh what?
Nothing
um...okay =\
What's wrong?
what? nothings wrong
Well you made a =/ face so obvs something is..
wtf? that doesnt mean anythings wrong...im fine
If you're jealous of maddie or whatever..don't be cuz i'd much rather have been making out with you :P
heh...i wasnt that worried about it really but thats good to know ^__^
Don't lie :P
x( im not lying! :P
Sure you weren't...so what did you do all day? (after the almost-sexing me of course)
stfu i wasn't...and i went home and took a much needed shower and lounged around all day heh
Naked? ^^
i was pretty much naked all day actually...still am :P
O rly?
ya rly
Do anything *ahem* interesting to yourself? :P
maybe (;
So is that a yes or a no?
it's a maybe, duh
Kay, what'd you do then (i need details, btw)
laid on my bed and wished you were with me
Please..i know you did more than just think about me :P
well what do you wanna hear? about how i touched myself and wished it was you instead?
Tell me more (:
mm how about i fucked myself with my vibrator and imagined it was your cock inside me instead?
O__o fuck that's hot
is it? why don't you think about it, ry...think about me pushing it in and out of myself and moaning your name
I have no idea what to say to that XD
then my goal is accomplished
So your goal is to get me all turned out when i know i can't have you? not very nice mr. urie...
aaw, what're you gonna do? tell on me?
Maybe...
who're you gonna tell, hmm? i'm the teacher
I'll find somebody..you've been reallllly bad :P
why don't you just punish me instead?
I probably would get more sex that way
and is this bad in some way?
How could sex with you be bad?
i wouldn't know, i don't have sex with myself O___o
Well what about the sex-crazed girl...what'd she think?
eh...she turned into a bitch and posted stuff online about my dick being small o_o she doesn't count
Poor baby...it's ok cuz i know better :P
how do you know better? cuz i can fail you in english? XD
Haha..no, that your dick isn't small retard
lmao thanks
Well it is the truth :P
You know you left a goddamn hickey on my neck.. =/
oh fuck...sorry
but you didn't stop me!
Well i didnt want to stop you :P
yeah but i didn't mean to mark you ):
i just can't help myself, you too fucking hot when you're panting and moaning (;
*ten minutes later*
Sorry..she woke up and went downstairs..can i call you?
yeah go ahead
As soon as I'm back in my bed, I scroll through my address book, dialing Brendon's number when I get to it. He doesn't answer the first time so I call back a few seconds later, letting it ring a few times before he picks up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Ryan," I say obviously, scratching my neck.
"Yeah, I know," he responds, laughing quietly, and I can imagine his mouth pulling back to reveal his teeth that could be biting my neck right now and his lips that could be kissing me and oh god, I need him.
"Are you still naked?" And yeah, even though we've been fooling around already, I can't help the blush that spreads itself across my neck and cheeks.
"Mhm, I am," he almost whispers, and I shiver.
"Would it be bad to sneak you in my room while my girlfriend is downstairs?" I laugh a little at the idea, but then I realize I'm not entirely joking. He laughs anyway.
"Yeah, I think that's probably not a good idea," he muses, but by this time I'm already plotting. I'm desperate. I need Brendon.
"I could always come over again," I suggest, voice hushed in case someone's still awake, and all of a sudden I'm paranoid that Madison's standing right outside my door and listening to this whole conversation.
"Ry, your girlfriend's downstairs...What if she wakes up and comes to get you?"
"Why would she come get me?"
"I...have no idea." Win.
"Yeah, she wants me to die from lack of sex, remember?" I sigh and run a hand through my hair, chewing my thumb nail a little.
"Yes, I know, because I have somehow become the one to relieve you of all your sexual tension," Brendon teases, and, wait? Did he say he was naked?
"Is that bad?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't think so?"
"No..."
"You better not. Now, can I come over? Please?" I hold my breath and pray he says yes; I seriously think that (even though I saw him what, twelve hours ago?) I'm going to die soon. From lack of sexual attention.
"Why are you asking my permission? You can come if you really want to," he says, voice getting lower already.
"It is your apartment, I think I need your permission." I pause for a second, then smirk. "I can beg if you want me to." I think I hear him moan quietly.
"Mm, that'd be hot...You begging for me," he says, and I shift in my bed, lick my lips and make sure not to touch my forming erection because that's Brendon's property now.
"Please?" I say pathetically, wanting to play along. "I want you to fuck me, baby."
"Hmm," he mutters, taking a thoughtful pause, "You don't sound like you want it enough, Ry."
"Oh please," I scoff. "Did you forget how bad I wanted you earlier?"
"That was then, this is now, and I just don't think you want it bad enough." God, he's fucking frustrating.
"Fine. I won't come over then." I resist the urge to cross my arms, knowing he can't see it anyway.
"Fine with me, you want to be stubborn. You can just fuck yourself," he says teasingly.
"God, you're no fun, Bren," I pout, and he fake gasps on the other line.
"What? I am too fun! You get your ass over here, I'll show you how fun I am," and fuck, there is nothing I'd rather do more.
"Say please?"
"Aren't you supposed to be begging for me?" He laughs quietly and sighs, and I can imagine him relaxing out on his bed, naked and hard, stroking himself slowly while listening to me getting off. Jesus.
"No," I say confidently and tease him right back. "I think you should bed. It's sexy when you pout."
"Mm, is it? Too bad you can't see me. And," he adds, "That is why you should get over here, right fucking now." I grin, finally getting the approval I was waiting for.
"Kay, I'm coming now."
"How long?" His voice is a bit shaky with need and I can't help but feel the same.
"I don't know, five minutes?"
"Drive fast."
"I think we had this conversation already," I say, feeling deja vu hit me hard. I laugh a little, and he does as well.
"I think we did, too. But just...hurry the hell up, okay? I fucking want you."
"I have to get dressed," I say, looking around for clothes. "I don't know why, though. You're just gonna take my clothes off and fuck me anyway. But if Madison wakes up, I'm fucked, and not in the way I want to be."
"Then fucking be quiet, and hurry up." I smile at how pushy he's gotten, and sit up.
"Kay, leaving."
"See you soon," he says, and hangs up.
I get out of bed, grabbing a random shirt from the floor and pull it on, not bothering to change out of my pajama pants. Really, what would be the point? I'm going to Brendon's apartment so we can have sex.
I smile at this because I really need to get laid, and I don't even feel a little bad that I'm going to let my teacher fuck me while my girlfriend is sleeping on my couch. She's the farthest thing from my mind right now.
I walk down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. I peek at Madison to make sure she's still sleeping on my way out the front door, closing and locking it behind me, but while I'm reaching for my keys in my pocket, I realize something. People are going to fucking notice if my car's gone. I swear quietly and pick up my phone, walking outside to the front porch, locking the door behind me, and call Brendon.
"Hello?"
"Can you come get me?"
"Um, yeah, are you at your house still?" He sounds kind of concerned, and I feel bad for making him come get me.
"Yes," I answer quietly.
"Is anything wrong?"
"Well, no, but I'm sure someone would notice if my car was gone, and it's blocked anyway."
"Good point," he says, and it sounds as if he's thinking when he sighs. "Okay, um, walk down to the end of your street, okay? I don't want to wake anybody up with the engine or the headlights or something. I'll be there in a few minutes, I'm still, uh, kind of naked."
"You're going to come get me naked?" I ask.
"No, I mean I'm going to put clothes on," he laughs. "Unless you want me to come naked."
I laugh and shake my head. "How about you come naked when we get back to your place?"
"I can deal with that. I'll be there in a few minutes, baby."
"Kay," I say, smiling at what he calls me, and hang up.
I start walking down the street like Brendon said, stopping a few blocks from my house because that is way too goddamn far.
Anyway, I need to save my energy.
I only have to wait for about five minutes before I see headlights at the end of the street. It's a good thing too because I was starting to get pretty damn impatient. He seems to have slowed down significantly (or maybe it's just my imagination), but I am not opposed to dragging him to my room and letting him fuck me there.
I know that'd probably be pushing the limits just a little, seeing how my girlfriend would be under the same roof, but what can I say? I'm fucking desperate and horny for him right now.
"God, what the fuck?" I ask breathlessly when I get in the car. "Are you trying to kill me here?"
"No, I'm just trying to go the fucking speed limit and be a good citizen!"
"Oh, fuck that," I say, "There are no cars on the road."
"You know what? You're fucking right." I grab the bar above my head in the passenger seat as he stomps on the accelerator, grinning deviously.
"Jesus, not too fast, I need to get laid before I die."
"You need to calm down," he reassures, still driving fast, but having apparent control of the vehicle. "I'm not going to kill you."
My body is lightly buzzing with an unfamiliar energy as Brendon drives us to his apartment, and I can't help but feel nervous and excited all at the same time. We're pulling in the complex a few minutes later, and I've already got my seatbelt off and my hand on the door handle by the time he parks the car.
-Brendon's POV-
As soon as I take the keys out of the ignition, I rip off my seatbelt and get out of the car, slamming the door and pressing the lock button on my key. I walk over beside Ryan and put my hand on the small of his back, slowly sliding it down to his ass while he walks, and obviously he can't take it any more.
Ryan turns around and checks out the parking lot, seeing no one close by and grabbing my shoulders, pushing me hard against the cold brick wall of the building. I feel the rough, sharp pieces of the brick snagging at my shirt as he runs his hands along my stomach, and he grabs onto my hips hard, digging his fingers into my skin, and leaning in close to whisper in my ear.
"This," he says, his voice deep and driving me insane. "Is for marking my neck."
He grabs my hair and pulls my head roughly to the side, biting down on my neck hard, and my knees actually give out momentarily, causing me to grate my back against the wall through my shirt. Ryan's hand that's not fisting my hair harshly is still holding me up by my hip, and he sinks his teeth farther into my neck, making me whimper.
"Oh, fuck, Ryan," I say quietly, flexing my hands against his shoulder blades and trying desperately to keep myself from falling. He pulls at the skin with his teeth, causing a painful stretching, tingling sensation to crawl quickly through my muscles, causing shivers to shoot up my spine.
Letting go of my skin, he laps at it to soothe the injured skin, his warm tongue licking over my neck makes me close my eyes and lick my lips, leaving my mouth open slightly to breathe in the cool night air. Ryan places a few kisses against the surrounding area and goes back to the bite mark, sucking gently and flicking his tongue out again.
"We should," I say, trying to move away, knees still weak, "We should go in."
"Mm," is all he says, tightening his grip against my hip and sucking against my bruised neck harder. I gasp and leave my head tilted when he takes his hand out of my hair, sliding his fingers along my stomach under my shirt, releasing my hip and flattening both his palms against my abs.
I run my hands down his back and to his ass, pulling him closer to me so our bodies are pressed completely against each other. Ryan moves his head down to my collarbone, biting it gently and both his hands move higher up to my chest, fingertips brushing across my nipples. He licks a line from the bone up to my earlobe, sucking it gently.
"You could fuck me right here," he whispers, breath sending tremors through my body. "You could fuck me right now, against the wall," and I'm glad that we're at least partially blocked by a bush, because he's driving me insane. Ryan pulls at my shirt and I move away from the wall long enough to let him get it off me before he pushes me back roughly against the brick.
"Fuck," I hiss, scratching my bare back, but Ryan just presses his hips roughly into mine, and I feel his sharp hips causing dull pressure against my less prominent ones. "Somebody could see," I whisper, contradicting my own actions by slipping my hands into the back of his pajama pants and palming his ass to get more friction between us.
He presses his forehead against mine, bringing his lips so close that they're touching mine, but he doesn't kiss me.
"Does that turn you on, baby? Knowing how fucking wrong this is, how somebody could catch us any second," he talks quietly against my mouth, flicking his tongue out to lick at my bottom lip.
I open my mouth and bring our lips together hard, not bothering to wait with pushing my tongue against his.
-Ryan's POV-
"Fuck," he hisses, his mouth still pressed to mine, as I rub my hand over his erection. "Baby, we gotta go inside..."
I pull away breathlessly, grabbing his hand to drag him from the parking garage into the building. We get over to the elevator quickly, thankfully getting to ride it by ourselves this time.
He pushes me (a little harder than necessary) against the wall, hastily pressing '3' before practically shoving his tongue down my throat. He's got one hand fisted in my hair, probably fucking it up completely, but who cares? I'm about to have sex.
He moves his mouth down to my neck, no doubt sucking hard enough to leave another mark there. His hand is halfway up my shirt, and his lips on my skin when we hear someone clearing their throat to get our attention.
He freezes and my eyes shoot open at the noise, and I can feel embarrassment burning my cheeks. I almost want to laugh because here we are, pressed up against the wall making out, Brendon's missing his goddamn shirt, and some lady just caught us in the very compromising position.
"Um," is all he can manage to get out before rushing into the hallway, looking sheepish.
"Oh my fucking god," I laugh, flopping down on Brendon's couch when we get to his apartment. "Do you know her? Fuck..."
"She lives two doors down," he says, burying his face in my neck.
"Aww, poor baby..." I tease, but I feel bad because he'll probably see that woman every day now.
"Talk about a total mood killer," he sighs, kissing my cheek. "You still wanna?"
"Not if you don't," I say, hoping that he does or else I'll die.
"Come on," he says, pulling me up from the couch. "Let's go play with my vibrator."