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Band: Panic at the Friggin Disco
Genre: Dramatics
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Untrue.

Early Friday morning Aubrey turned over and woke up to an empty bed. She wound her fingers through her wild locks and squinted, straining her eyes to look at the clock.

9:13 AM.

Way too early for her to be up, yet she knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Aubrey yawned and sat up in bed. Her boyfriend's bed. Her boyfriend who happened to have left for work, leaving her all alone in his apartment's bed. She sat up groggily, finding the house was still, giving Aubrey the idea that she was alone, so she pulled a t-shirt from Shane's dresser and slid it over her head, then headed into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before she set out and attempted to clean up the place while Shane and Brendon were out.

She stopped in the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, brushing the mess of tangled hair atop her head back into place. She got a shock when she entered the kitchen though, when she found Brendon there, frying eggs in a pan over the stove, in his boxer briefs, and only his boxer briefs, whistling what she was sure was 'Hung Up' by Madonna.

Aubrey was paralyzed for a moment, then shifted her weight and cleared her throat, making Brendon jump, startled, and turn around to face her.

"Oh, hey, morning." He grinned, holding a spatula and pointing it towards her.

Aubrey bit back a smirk and walked past him in the tiny kitchen to the fridge, grabbing the orange juice. "Good morning, Brendon." She answered.

He turned back to his pan as she reached into the cupboard for a glass. "Are you aware that you aren't wearing any clothes?" She asked.

Brendon laughed. "Yes, I am. But I wasn't aware that I wasn't alone. Are you aware that you aren't wearing pants?"

He snickered and went back to cooking and Aubrey looked down at herself. Sure as shit, she'd forgotten to grab a pair of Shane's shorts and was standing in front of his room mate in a tank top and sky blue panties with white, fluffy clouds on them.

Not that Aubrey cared, really. It was only her underwear. She shrugged and poured herself a glass of juice. "Want some?" She asked.

"Uh, want what?" Brendon stammered, dropping his egg spatula into the sink.

Aubrey smirked and shook her head. "Is that a yes? Or a definitely?"

Brendon's full lips curved into a sly smile, catching onto her teasing. "Definitely." He answered as they faced each other, eyes locked. Aubrey peeled her eyes from his first, going back into the cupboard and grabbing him a glass. She rinsed it and then filled it up to the top.

"Hey, wanna have breakfast with me?" Brendon asked."Least I can offer after you politely poured my juice and all." He smiled again, flashing his large white teeth.

"Sure." Aubrey nodded. What could it hurt?

So what they were having breakfast.

Together.

Half naked.

There wasn't anything that seemed out of place about it either. Brendon finished scrambling the eggs and piled them with cheese while Aubrey toasted the bread, and they sat down together to eat. Aubrey usually kept her eyes mainly to herself, and Brendon's pale chest was a normally a huge help, but there was something about the way his hair was touseled from bed that made him striking.

"What?"

His voice startled her and she snapped back to attention. "What?" She asked, picking up her glass and taking another sip of juice.

"You were staring at me..."

"I wasn't."

"You were."

"I wasn't though."

"You were though."

Aubrey rolled her eyes, knowing there was no way she would win with him. "Ok Brendon. Can you pass the jelly please?" He smirked an picked up the grape jelly, handing it to her but stretching his arm across the table. Their fingers brushed when she took the jar, and Aubrey felt her cheeks get warm. "Thanks."

Brendon looked at her still smirking. "But you were staring..." He said dragging the words out and watching her now. "And now you're blushing."

"Because you're fucking with me. That's why, god." She replied, biting down on her toast. Brendon opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it last minute the annoying, 'It's Shane's girlfriend!' ringing over and over inside his head. He ate in silence and sipped his coffee to disguise his very unusual lack of words.

Aubrey watched him walk away, when they were done burying her nose in her juice to try and pretend she wasn't. She couldn't deny that she thought he looked hot fresh from the bed, and the fact was that it was starting to bother her that she did. She shook her head of him and went back to Shane's room to get showered and dressed.

A while later a soft knock on her door pulled her away from the mirror. "Hey Aubrey? Wanna go hang out, maybe grab some lunch?"

"Oh yeah sure, I'm almost done. So I'll meet you in the living room."

"Okey doky!" Brendon answered before turning on his merry way. Aubrey heard his footsteps flying down the stairs and she couldn't help but smile while attempting to finish her hair. He always had that effect on her. Aubrey applied a coat of shiny lipgloss and stuck it into her purse before leaving the room and closing the door.

When she got downstairs, Brendon was lying on the couch with the TV remote, flipping channels. Aubrey could have kicked herself for thinking he looked so delicious in his position. Instead she bit down on her lip and cleared her throat, announcing her arrival. Brendon jumped from the seat, dropping the remote with his scattered moves and looked at Aubrey, obviously trying not to stare, but it was so hard.

"Um..." he cleared his throat. "What do you wanna have for lunch?" His voice sounded higher than usual, like it was puberty all over again. Brendon bit his lip and focused his eyes on anything and everything but her, especially the way her boobs were almost spilling out of her cleavage.

Aubrey giggled when she noticed. "Subtle, Bren. Now who's staring?"

Brendon bit his lip and blushed slightly. Then smirked. "You can hurt someone's eye with those, you know?" He gulped and looked into her eyes, working really hard to keep it there. "Anyway, where do you wanna go? My treat..."

"Yeah, yeah it doesn't matter to me..." Aubrey answered, running a hand through her hair, as he got up. But the living room was small, and in order for Brendon to pass, he had to squeeze through, pressing up against her in the process. Aubrey inhaled his cologne, and tried to ignore the tingling feeling she was getting throughout her body.

"W-what are you wearing? The cologne, I mean..." She stammered, feeling her face beginning to burn.

Brendon sniffed his clothes. "I don't know, Ryan gave it to me cause he said my last cologne was annoying and gave him headaches. I like it though." Then he realized he was right in front of her, stuck in place. "Do you like it?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I like it a lot." She breathed. Her chest was heaving hard now, and every thought of Shane was pushed into the back of her mind as his best friend lingered in front of her looking and smelling so good.

Brendon whispered, looking at her willingly. "You look really pretty today, Aubs." His breath was itching and getting caught in his throat, his mouth going dry. Half of his brain (and some other body parts) were screaming for him to kiss her. The other part what yelling "SHANE!!" annoyingly loudly.

"Thank you, your hair is amazing like that you know." She replied, voice low. In her head she pictured her kissing him, sighing in relief from the incredible tension and almost giggling at the way his prickly facial hair tickled her upper lip.

But it wasn't a picture in her head. Brendon was actually kissing her. Softly, barely grazing her lips with her own. His hands were two fists now, nails digging into his palms as he gathered enough strength to pull away. Brendon looked at her eyes wide open. "I'm... I---"

"Not stopping," Aubrey sighed, cupping his face with her hands. Their lips collided again, and then she crossed the next line by sliding him her eager tongue. Things were already bad, she decided, might as well enjoy it. She dropped her purse to the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Brendon couldn't hold back a moan from the feeling of Aubrey's tongue invading his mouth, let alone the soft massaging both tongues got tangled in. His arms flew around her waist, unwardly pulling her closer. Hey, she wasn't worried about Shane, so the voices better shut the fuck up cause he wasn't listening anyways. They kissed harder and more passionate by the second and before they could even notice, Brendon fell on the couch on his ass and Aubrey didn't waste time on straddling his lap.

Their eyes met in mutual understanding and she peeled her top up and over her head, slinging it down on the floor in front of the couch. She'd stopped feeling guilty, and let her body take over, at least for the moment. Aubrey kissed Brendon again, trailing her right hand down his chest and bringing it up to meet her left at the front clasp of her bra. When she knew his eyes were focused on her, she began to unhook it exquisitely slow. His hips bucked and Aubrey bounced, feeling him pressed into her thigh as she released the clasp, yet held onto both sides, seemingly unrelenting to let go.

Brendon groaned and covered her hands with his own, guiding her to remove the bra's cup and revealing her silky smooth and soft globes. He palmed them gently, rubbing and squeezing her nipples as she arched her back. Brendon was definitely a tit man, and Aubrey definitely had more than a handful for him to play with. She moved her hands, sliding them up his shirt, massaging his hips and pushing his shirt up his abs and chest. Brendon rose from the couch to assist her in undressing him, and she tossed his shirt down on the floor on top of her own.

Before long they were both completely undressed, making out and rolling around on the living room floor. Aubrey moaned as Brendon ground his hip into her, pressing his erection against her inner thigh. His lips pressed against her ear, whining and moaning how much he wanted her until she was more than ready to cave.

And then, without warning, Brendon scaled Aubrey's body, massaging her from head to toe before flipping her onto her stomach and smacking her ass. The sound echoed, bouncing off the walls, making a much better sound that he;s imagined. However, Brendon's highlight was when instead of being shocked, or even a tad bit upset, Aubrey moaned loudly, sighing his name and squirming beneath him.

"Oh, you want more?" He teased, rubbing his hand across her cheeks. She groaned again, pushing up against his touch. "I said, do you want more?"

"YES! Yes, yes Brendon. More, I want more." She cooed, moaning and squirming.

He smirked and brought his hand down on her again, a little harder this time, watching her ass wiggle with each smack. Aubrey kept moaning and whining his name, over and over, fingers digging into the carpet as he pelted her. He was way too far gone to think of Shane anymore. The thoughts of betrayal he had before had long since dissolved when his mind clouded with lust.

Once satisfied with the way her bottom blushed, Brendon dropped kisses from Aubrey's neck down, leaking pre-cum on her skin in his body's wake. Brendon knew they probably didn't have much more time, and he definitely wanted to be inside her before his room mate returned home. He lay back on the floor, using a pillow from the couch under his head, and pulled Aubrey over him, kissing her roughly. She straddled him, hovering over the tip of his aching erection, until he's had enough, grumbled irritably and gripped her hips, shoving her down onto him with force.

"Fuck," She moaned, rolling her hips as her body already began adjusting to the invasion. Below her, Brendon moaned obscenities, kneading her breasts and rubbing thumbs across her nipples one at a time. The harder and faster he thrust, the harder she came back down. It would be a complete understatement to say he was enjoying himself.

"C'mon, ride it," He teased, pinching and swatting her ass again.

Aubrey yelped, sore from her earlier spanking, and sped up her motions, rocking against him and quivering as her orgasm crept up on her. "Bren..." She moaned, shaking and rocking, eyes shut tight.

Brendon moaned himself, dropping his head back onto the pillow and gritting his teeth. He cursed and held back, waiting until Aubrey stopped trembling to pull out and bring her down over his body, nibbling her bottom lip. He then flipped her onto her back effortlessly, straddling her waist. He massaged her left breast and stroked himself at the same time, biting down on his lip to mask the wave of pleasure taking him under. Aubrey stared up at him, eyes glazed, and grabbed both her boobs, pushing them together as Brendon cried out involuntarily and came in spurts all across them and her stomach. He leaned down and kissed her once more, sucking her lips and chin as she rubbed his seed into her skin.

Just as quick, they separated, scrambling away from each other as if they'd just been burned by an open flame.

"Fuck!" Brendon yelled out loud, startling Aubrey as they had been sitting there staring at one another soundlessly. She buried her face in her hands, and pulled her knees up to her chest, rocking back and forth.

"It'll be ok Aubs." He tried to assured her.

She just hoped that he was right. She's never felt so low about anything else before in her life. She thought she loved Shane, but did she really? Obviously not since she was sitting naked on the floor with his sadist bff.

Brendon scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to his bare chest. Aubrey buried her head there, and involuntarily began to giggle. Which turned into a full belly laugh, leaving Brendon amazed, yet totally confused.

"What?" He asked.

"I don't know, you just don't look like the type who's into spanking?" She laughed again, and he joined in. Their laughter was helping them relax again, for which they were both grateful.

"Yeah, it's kinda freaky, but I don't know, everyone has their thing, you know?"

"It's completely adorable." She replied, raising her face to look into his eyes. Brendon looked down at her and couldn't stop himself from kissing her gently.

"How about lunch?"

Being in his arms felt totally natural, even though she knew it shouldn't. They definitely had a lot to go over, and she'd have plenty of time to mull over it later, but for now she was quite hungry...
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