Controversy Loves Company [Chapter 10/?]

Jul 05, 2007 03:48

Title: Controversy Loves Company [Chapter 10/?]
Authors:
fauxfashionista and
xlatestxplaguex
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross/OFC
Summary: We're getting closer to the sex :D
Disclaimer: Fake as plastic surgery. Title belongs to The Audition.
Author Notes: So, you can pretty much guess what's coming next in this fic :) Remember, I write Ryan and Alora writes Brendon.

This is dedicated to
mrs_hopeless21 because she is awesome, and just because I can do that. Comments and concrit especially are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy!

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-Ryan's POV-

I wake up with Brendon pressed warm against my back, his arm draped across my stomach. I can feel his breath against the back of my neck, and I turn over to face him, a little surprised that he's awake and staring back at me.

"Hey," he says quietly, pushing some of the hair out of my face. "Sleep good?"

"Mhm, what time is it?" I ask, not really wanting to hear that it's time for me to leave now.

He obviously doesn't want to think about that either because he avoids the question, pecking me on the lips instead. He slides one of his legs between mine and shifts halfway on top of me, pressing little kisses to my lips until I open up for him, our tongues tangling in my mouth.

Threading his fingers through my hair, I can feel him smiling as my eyes slip shut, and he lets go of a sigh. I relax completely, not wanting to rush through this kiss because I already know that it'll be over way before I want it to. This is really all we have because soon we'll have to return to reality where, no, it is not okay to do these sort of things with your teacher.

Maybe if I was older and this was college or something, but it's not. And while there is a list on the 'pros' side of this secret relationship-ish thing, the bad definitely outweighs the good.

I'm not sure if it's just the thrill of possibly getting caught that's making my insides thrum, or if I really am starting to have deeper feelings for Brendon. After all, there's not much chance of us getting caught while we're in bed at his apartment. But then again, there's still the 'this is so, so wrong' vibe lingering here.

By the time he pulls away, my mind has been reeling, and I've missed most of what I was trying to enjoy for just a few more minutes. He tilts his head, looking sideways at me with a mischievous smirk on his face, and it makes my stomach turn a little.

"What?" I ask, smiling.

"Nothing," he replies, resting his head on my shoulder and sighing, his breath ghosting across my neck. "I just - I have to take you home now, and I don't wanna."

Ten minutes later, we're both semi-decently dressed and ready to go. We sit on the bed for awhile, knowing that I need to go now so we lessen the risk of getting in trouble as much as possible, but neither of us make any effort to get up.

I'm content right now, but nervous all the same because I start thinking about having sex with him, with a guy, which isn't something that was on my list of things to do before. But really, what can I say? I've wanted to have sex for awhile now, always being turned down so far.

I'm not going to turn him down when he asks (because I know he will ask, and soon) because, even with Madison still in the picture, this is what I want, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Regardless of whether we want it or not (which we don't), I have to go home and make it appear to everyone that I've been asleep there all night.

He laces our fingers together when we pull out of the parking garage, and he brushes his lips across my knuckles, sighing as he drops our linked fingers in my lap. The short drive is quiet, and I wish I didn't live so close to him, but then if I didn't, these late-night encounters wouldn't be happening very frequently.

He stops a block away from my house, shutting off the ignition with his free hand, and I take off my seatbelt. He leans over, kissing me one last time before letting go of my hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I tell him, opening the door.

"Today."

"Huh?" I ask, confused. "It's Sunday, Bren. You'll see me tomorrow."

"No, I wanna see you again today."

"We'll see," I say, shutting the door and heading for my house.

I open the front door slowly, praying that it won't make too much noise and wake Madison up. Because seriously, what the fuck would I say to her?

Luckily, it doesn't make a sound, and she's still sleeping peacefully on the couch. If only she had any idea what her boyfriend was out doing - I'd probably, most likely be dead. Or missing some very important parts of my anatomy.

When I'm finally upstairs in my room, the door shut behind me, I climb in my bed and try to get comfortable. It's not easy considering I'm alone now, but I try nonetheless.

After tossing and turning for a good two hours, I finally fall asleep as the sun's starting to come up.

--

hey

hey

what's up?

nothing much..missin you ):

aaw...we only saw each other a few hrs ago x)

like ten hours ago..that's too long

how are you gonna make it through the nights now, huh? :P

i guess we'll have to stay up all night texting..i don't really wanna sleep without you after this morning (:

you are too cute, you know that? (:

*blushes*

i miss you too, ya know... x(

at least we'll see each other tomorrow for a little while

yeah in CLASS

we can skip it..i dont need to graduate :P

but i need to make money somehow XD

well actually i do so we don't get you in trouble lol

lol yeah i don't wanna get fired already jeez

yeah that would suck..it's more exciting to sleep with my teacher instead of like..just some random homeless/jobless person lol

lmao why's that?

i don't know? cuz we could get in a lot of trouble? idk..

aha, so you're only in this for the thrill and don't even like me *pout*

oh please..two weeks ago i was happily dating a girl with no signs of being gay..now look where i am :P

jesus i've only known you that long? o.o

well i think it's been three weeks, but you know..wasn't really paying attention to you then (i was missing out obvs)

haha yes...i think we're making up for it now though

good :P so what are you gonna do today

well i already slept in so...nothing

sounds pretty exciting lol

well considering what i've already done today...it's kind of disappointing actually :P

that doesn't count as today, that was last night :P

it was def today..i would remember that

ok fine it was today, jeez. heh

did we have english homework? lol

wtf? i don't even know....XD no you didn't but i get to put you into groups tomorrow

oh thats no fun ): i think i shouldn't have to since i'm your fave student

hey i think i give you enough special treatment as it is, if you know what i mean :P

yeah but im gonna be tired from staying up late sexing you..how about you give me an A and be done with it? :P

you'll have to prove you deserve an A from me cuz so far i've been the one sexing you

well it's not like i didnt come over last night for that...but no, you had to use your vibrator on me XD

mhm & you looked fucking hot too...i like watching you (;

so..can you give me a ride tomorrow :P

sure...ride home?

something like that..

ride home...ride in my bed...anywhere you wanna go, baby :P

well if we can make it to your bed that would be nice

idk if we will though...hard to keep my hands off you heh

heh..why's that?

you're gorgeous (:

thanks..you're not bad either XD

thanks ryan...you make me feel so warm and fuzzy inside XD

lol wtf?

lmao i have no idea, i'm tired...couldn't go back to sleep after you left

so you've been awake all this time?

yep i have

and you just now sent me a text?

i figured you'd be sleeping...i didn't wanna wake you up ):

i would have rather talked to you

i'd still feel bad

why?

just cuz i couldn't fall asleep w/o you doesn't mean i have to wake you up

well maybe i couldn't fall asleep without you either

but you did ^_^

yeah, but it took like 2 hours

i miss you...):

): im gonna end up living in your apartment XD

lmao just as long as i get to hug you while i sleep x)

and do bad things to me while im awake, right?

psh, what bad things? those are all good things, baby

yes..they are very good, but you know what i mean

anyway i was trying to be cute you whore and you made it dirty

not my fault and you like it anyway

i do like it...naughty boy

lol i knew it

aw ill find something to keep you awake

you'll have to work pretty hard *shrugs*

oh please..i will not..you are all over me XD

i need to stop that too because you never give me any action XD

i get handjobs and you get fucked w my vibrator...

i wanted to have sex yesterday but you didnt want to, so who's fault is it?

stop trying to pressure me into sex! bully!

you started all of this...you want to fuck me anyway

mmhm i do wanna fuck you...which is why you should get over here soon

hmm i think i should wait a little longer

the longer you wait the rougher i'm gonna be w/ you...

kay..midnight sound alright?

ah so you want it rough?

maybe..

you gotta tell me how you want it, ry

i dont know how i want it..i haven't done it before lol

well i guess we'll have to do it multiple times to find out, huh? (;

5 or 6 should be enough, right?

maybe 7 just to be safe

8?

hell let's make it 10

lol i guess ill be staying home from school tomorrow then

you're gonna be sore, baby. *is sorry in advance*

yeah you better be XD

but speaking of sore, you fucker, i have this HUGE bruise on my neck from you!

payback's a bitch isn't it?

i did not BITE you

so?

that payback is unfair *whines*

i think the fucking-me-ten-times thing will probably make up for it so quit whining

heh you better think up a damn good excuse b/c you're gonna be limping around by the time i'm done w/ you

ill just sleep in your bed all day while you go to school

i don't think so, ry...if you're in my bed i'm gonna be in it w/ you

we can't both stay home

which is why you're coming to school

im gonna need a damn wheelchair *is staying in your bed all day*

lmao i won't be rough on you, i was jk

aw man ):

wtf? XD boy you confuse me. how about this...you want it harder, you just tell me harder

that will work XD

i have to go though..so ill see you later tonight? :P

kay :P when do you think you'll be here?

eight sound okay? and then maybe ill stay over?

that sounds good (: ttyl baby

bye (:

--

I'm anxiously awaiting 8 o'clock to get here so I can go see Brendon, not to mention get to sleep in his bed tonight, and most likely do more than we did early this morning.

After lounging around for a little while, and then trying to watch a movie, I get frustrated with waiting around with the time passing so goddamn slow. I take a quick shower, dressing in my normal girl jeans and t-shirt after, then fixing my hair and applying eyeliner (even though it gets on Madison's nerves - her house isn't the only place I'll be going tonight).

When I'm done getting ready, I get some clothes to wear for tomorrow, making sure to grab my toothbrush and anything else I'll need. I'm staying at Brendon's tonight, and there's no way I'm changing my mind.

"Dad, I'm going to Maddie's for a little bit," I say, walking into the living room. "Then I'm staying the night at Jon's house."

"Okay," he says, not looking up.

"Call my cell phone if you need me, alright?"

"Yeah, have fun."

When I get to Madison's house, she's sprawled out on her bed doing homework, looking frustrated. I kind of feel bad for her. I'm a terrible boyfriend, but at least I can help her with her - ew, Calculus.

"Hey baby," she says, and it sounds awkward not coming from Brendon.

"Hey," I return, making room for myself beside her. "Need help?"

"Please," she says, smiling weakly. "I have no idea what I'm doing."

It doesn't take long to get done, which I'm not sure that's a good thing, and I keep trying to think of something to say.

Something along the lines of:

"I don't think we're working out..."

or

"I don't want to be with you anymore..."

or

"I might be gay with our English teacher..."

Or anything to make me feel better about being with Brendon, and lying to/cheating on her. Honestly, I don't want to hurt her, she just happened to not be giving me what I need when someone else will.

--

At seven-forty, Madison goes downstairs to see about dinner, and my phone vibrates in my pocket. When I pull it out, it's a text from Brendon, and I'm suddenly feeling nervous about tonight.

hey baby (; where are you at?

madison's...i'm leaving soon...miss you ):

miss you but not for long...get your ass over here

kay, give me fifteen minutes

ten

fifteen

ten

alright, i'm leaving in a few minutes

that's what i thought :P

--

-Brendon's POV-

Just about five minutes after I send Ryan the text message, he knocks on my door, and I get up, grinning, to go answer it. He smiles once he sees me and I let him in, pecking him on the lips and laughing a little when I try to pull away but he doesn't let me.

"I missed you," he mumbles against my mouth, dropping a bag on the floor that I didn't notice before.

"I missed you too, baby," I rub his sides through his shirt and let him kiss me a bit more before pulling away. "Are you staying with me tonight?"

"Yeah, I told my dad I was going to spend the night with Jon," he pushes some hair out of his face, and I notice his eyes.

"Mm, you look hot in eyeliner," I say, smiling when he blushes under my gaze. Leaning forward, I kiss his nose and put my hands on his hips. "You really are gorgeous, you know?"

He doesn't respond with words, instead smirks a little and presses his lips to mine again, licking his way slowly inside my mouth and eventually pushing me up against the wall. I make a small satisfied noise in the back of my throat and work my hands under his shirt, rubbing his hips slowly.

"You wanna," he pants after a minute, "You wanna go to your room?"

I nod and kiss him again (seriously, who can resist?) before pushing him away lightly, watching him pick up his bag. I lead the way to my room and make to turn on the light, but Ryan grabs my wrist.

"Leave it off," he whispers, and his mouth is obviously closer to my ear than I anticipated because I can feel his breath hot against me, and I instinctively lean in closer to him. I hear the bag drop again, and he presses his body completely against mine, chest to my back. Ryan wraps his arms around my waist, long fingers tracing lines above my jeans.

I exhale heavily and shut my eyes, putting my smaller hands over Ryan's and guiding them up my stomach under my shirt. He starts placing feather-light kisses just below my ear, and I tilt my head when he moves his way down to my neck. As he licks over the skin, I notice I'm holding my breath, and I move our hands back down lower, the tips of Ryan's fingers inching their way past the waistband of my pants.

Ryan moves his hands gently out from under mine and starts to undo my jeans, pulling the button out of the hole and unzipping them slowly. He starts to suck gently at the bruise he created and I can feel his warm breath, damp against my neck, coming in short, heavy exhales. His palm fits over my erection through my underwear and he squeezes gently. I bite my lip and slide my hand back over his, pressing down to give myself more friction.

Grinding his hips against my ass, Ryan rubs harder over my crotch and makes a little noise against my neck, biting down gently. I whimper and press back against him more, the bruise spreading blunt pain throughout my neck, and he just pushes his hips into me again, palming me with more force.

"Oh, God," I manage to get out, almost moaning it, and Ryan has to stop soon, because if he doesn't I might change my mind, bend over the bed and let him fuck me.

"Ryan," I gasp as he almost thrusts against my ass, his hand moving to push inside my underwear. "Ry, c'mon, I -"

He doesn't listen, just makes a sound that's almost a growl and takes his hand away, spinning me around so quickly that I can't protest, and shoving me against the wall.

I hit my shoulder blades painfully and stumble into my desk, knocking some loose papers onto the floor along with a book, but Ryan doesn't seem to care. He peels his own shirt off and undoes his belt, and I watch his silhouette carefully in the barely lit room. I see him slip off his shoes, and pushing his own pants off and kicking them somewhere, he moves and leans his naked body against mine, kissing me slowly.

Before I get too into touching him, I turn my head away and strip my shirt off, throwing it down and attaching my lips back to his, running one hand down his back and teasing a finger at his entrance. He whines and bites my lip, using both hands to push my pants down and sliding down my body with them. Dropping onto his knees on the floor, I lift my feet one by one so he can get rid of the jeans.

"I want," I hear him say quietly, "Mm, I want your cock," and wait, when did Ryan start talking dirty? He reaches one hand up and wraps his fingers gently around the base of my cock and laps experimentally at my tip.

"Mm, yeah," I mutter, petting his hair and threading my fingers through it. He licks at me again and opens his mouth, slowly taking the head of my cock in, wrapping his lips around the ridge. I let out a quiet moan, jerking my hips forward just slightly when he sucks me in farther.

He sets a pace, a pattern, bobbing his head along as much of my cock as he can, stroking everything he can't. Tracing his tongue along the vein throbbing on the underside, he keeps his mouth still and hollows his cheeks, making little "Mm" noises, like he's actually enjoying this as much as I am.

He makes a choked whimper and I look down, seeing his hand jerking up and down quickly in the darkness, and I notice he's pumping himself. I can hardly see anything, so I just close my eyes, but it's not a hard image to imagine; Ryan's hand sliding over his cock, pre-come leaking and making his movement easy and quick, him teasing his head gently, squeezing it until he whimpers around my erection and gives in, pumping faster and -

"Ryan, I'm c-close," I stutter, my hips thrusting forward again. He takes his hand away from me and holds my hips still, and I imagine his hand's still going the way he's humming and practically moaning around me. Gasping, I orgasm into his mouth and slump down onto the floor immediately after he takes his mouth away, making him whine.

Ryan moves so he's sitting on the floor, legs spread wide and knees bent, feet planted firmly on either side of him. He lets his free hand support his weight as he leans back, and I turn on the lamp sitting on my desk. Ryan licks his lips and pumps himself again, and I can see everything now, the way his mouth is only slightly open to allow himself more air, fingers digging into the carpet behind him. His toes curl and he comes, splattering across his chest.
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