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* Genre: POOOOOOORRRNNN!!! Foursome might I add. And it has SLASH!. You've been warned.
* Rating: NC-17
* Disclaimer: We don't own Panic(!) we don't get any money out of this.
* Comments/summary: Blame it on Kris! though she will blame me for getting her head over heels for Brendon. And we kinda...needed...a... panic porn! Anyways... read! *giggles*
*sighs* Too late. I AM head over heels for Brendon
Kris plays herself and Ryan.
I play myself and Brendon.
(you know, she's my RyRy and I'm her BrenBren)
Dialogues are courtesy of MSN... 
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*~ Infatuation ~*
"Sit the fuck down!" Kris told me for the millionth time, but I couldn't. The show was over and the guys had little more than 30 mins to get ready to their meet and greet. May I add, the first meet and greet I was putting together since my boss, the actual tour manager, was sick. As his assistant pretty much all I did was getting the guys on time and fill up paper work, but now, I was in charge of a whole thing myself! I ignored Kris and kept picking my nails and pacing.
Spencer and Jon were already next door getting out of their stage costumes, but as far as I knew, Ryan and Brendon were MIA. "They'll be here soon, is not like Bren-Bren to miss his public." Kris said.
"I know, but I want this to be perfect..." I said staring down at my sidekick.
"Why don't you page him?" Kris asked, me knowing who that him was.
"I can't and you know it." I mumbled.
"C'mon!!" She rolled her eyes at me. "Is not like you're sending love messages!"
"Kris!" I whined. "You know it embarrasses me to even look at the guy! I'm so fucking obvious..."
"You're not! Besides, the way you usually treat him, I'm sure he's convinced you hate him." She spoke softly and picked a few cookies from the table.
"And why don't you page Bren-Bren??" I smirked, making airquotes at the nickname she had for Brendon. She rolled her eyes again.
"Cause is not my job!"
"Whore!!" I slapped her arm playfully as we both laughed. I sighed, taking a gulp from a coke can and paging Brendon. But after the 3rd try, it was obvious he wasn't picking up. "Dammit. They're not answering. I'll have to go get them." I said with a groan.
"Good luck!" Was the last thing I heard before venturing off the catwalk looking for the guys.
I sighed again as I waited for Firith to return with both boys, playing with my own phone, checking for responses that weren’t there. I knew I couldn’t continue to just sit there, so I got up to make sure Jon and Spencer were okay.
“Is everything going well you guys? Do you need anything?” I asked, looking from guy to guy.
Jon shook his head. “No thanks Krissy. We’re fine.”
“But you have no idea where Bren and Ryan are?” I asked hopefully.
“I swear I thought they were right behind us.” Spencer said, looking quite puzzled. I wasn’t going to get anywhere drilling those two, and Firith still hadn’t returned. I decided I was going to have to conduct a little search of my own.
Sighing, I told Spence and Jon thanks, and headed off in the same direction I saw Firith head off in.
Roaming around the catwalks, all I did was mumble curses at my luck. Why today of all days they choose to disappear? I sighed and hit my head on the wall, right beside a door I hadn't noticed in my preview walks there. A little whine heard from inside caught my attention and made me rise an eyebrow. Blame it on my curiosity, but I stuck my ear to said door in an instant.
"Mmm... I know, but the meet and greet..." Someone said in a whisper.
"Shhh. Well, we'll have to do it fast, won't we?" Oh my fucking fuck, that was definitively Brendon's voice. My jaw dropped open and I scooted even closer to the door.
"Brendon..." The other person said followed my a soft moan from what I was most certain it was another guy. "Firith has paged you 3 times now."
That's when I felt like choking: that was Ryan!
"Don't talk about her now, it makes me jealous." I heard Brendon say.
I stood outside the door in pure disbelief with my ear still stuck to the door. I looked down at the door knob, part of me wanting to watch, part of me wanting to interrupt and a big part of me just wanting to yell at them for more than one reason. So I did open the door slowly, taking a peek inside, catching the boys without shirts. Brendon pinning Ryan to the wall, both kissing heatedly. I watched Brendon's hands trace Ryan's pale skin down to his tight pants and undo the buttons one by one.
Dammit! By now I just wanted to bring a chair and some popcorn! But the show didn't last that long, as Ryan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door, where I was standing with my eyes fixed on the view. At noticing me, he pushed Brendon away, making him snap his head to my position.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Brendon sneered.
"I--I was-- I mean--" I just babbled and stammered with my mind completely blank. And a smirk appeared slowly on Brendon's face, as he looked back at a frozen Ryan.
Brendon walked to me and took my hand, pulling me into the little room and closing the door again.
"Since you're here and I know Ryan won't mind... why don't you join us?"
The same smirk crawled on Ryan and my face right before Brendon pulled my shirt over my head.
I kept walking through the back halls of the venue, roaming and coming up with nothing. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a feminine giggle coming from nearby. I’d spent enough time with Firith to recognize her laugh, whenever she did laugh, that is. So I knew it was her.
Cocking my head sideways, I moved swiftly in the direction of the giggle.
Pressing my hand to the handle of a thin, wooden door, I pushed it open slightly. What I saw made me blush. Ryan and Brendon were in there, TOGETHER, with Firith. And all three of them were topless. Ryan’s shaky hands were caressing her shoulders and playing with her hair while Brendon massaged her back, fiddling with the hooks on her bra.
The boys glanced up at each other and smiled, their lips meeting over her shoulder. I watched in amazement as Brendon’s plush lips covered Ryan’s thin ones, and lingered there. Ryan smiled and turned his head slightly and I could just picture their tongues mingling and swirling around each other’s mouths.
I’d never seen two guys kissing right in front of me before, and it was giving me a weird butterfly feeling in the pit of my belly.
Ryan pulled back and brushed his lips against Brendon’s again before smiling at Firith.
“Go ahead. Kiss her. You KNOW you want to...” Bren smirked.
My eyes widened as Ryan moved forward and kissed Firith gently. She sighed into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, tonguing him painfully slow.
Brendon unhooked her bra and slid it down her shoulders, running his fingertips across her nipples.
That lucky bitch.
He moved closer and attacked her neck with those luscious lips sucking gently, and making me gasp lightly, wishing it was me.
Oh fuck. They heard me.
Or at least Brendon did. He glanced up and smirked, raising up and edging close to me. I held my breath until he kissed me lightly, barely pecking my lips. I closed my eyes and just about died. Until he uttered his next words.
“Come on, join the party...” He pulled my inside by the hand as he spoke softly, closing the door again with his foot.
All thought about the meet and greet were pushed to the back of my mind. Hell, if they weren’t worried, why should I be? Right? Besides, chances like this don’t come often.
“Ryan, say hi to Kris.” He smiled, caressing Firith’s cheek with the back of his hand as we joined them. Ryan gazed up and smiled, leaning forward and kissing my lips. His kiss was a little harder, a little rougher than Brendon’s, but it was still nice. We broke apart and he whispered a soft, “Hi.”
I replied the same and caught sight of Brendon exploring Firith’s mouth with his tongue.
Oh fuck... that's all that was going through my head at the moment. I barely noticed when Kris came in as I was so lost in kissing Ryan. I couldn't hold a sigh when he pulled away to kiss Kris and I nearly pouted if it wasn't for Brendon, who placed his lips to mine and kissed me. I couldn't resist sucking that yummy lower lip of his into my mouth, nibbling on it, making him giggle and pull away.
He and Ryan locked eyes and mouths again briefly, before Brendon pulled Kris near and got her shirt and bra tossed to the floor in a second. And well, Kris wasn't putting resistance at all! I would have laughed at her too, if it wasn't for a pair of shaky hands covering my breasts and teasing my hard nipples, making me moan instead. I looked at Ryan as he lowered his lips to my neck, sucking slightly.
I threaded his hair in my fingers and stumbled back a bit, hitting the wall. Ryan brought his lips to mine and kissed me hungrily, pressing me against the concrete. One of his hands still on my breast and the other grazing my hip. I whimpered on his mouth, tracing my fingers down his back and caressing the inside of his pants, already loosened by Brendon earlier. I smiled at noticing the lack of underwear.
Ryan kissed down my neck again, trailing to my breast, flicking his tongue over my nipple and taking it into his mouth. Then he paid the same attentions to the other one. I bit my lip trying to suppress the moan caught in my throat and at the same time I opened my eyes and saw Kris and Brendon locked in a heated kiss, hands all over each other and she walking him to the nearby couch.
I couldn’t help breathing hard and heavy as Bren flicked my earlobe with the tip of his tongue. I tried to stop thinking so hard about what was happening and just go with it, trying desperately to think of him just as a guy, and not my boss. He brought his lips back to mine and I moaned into his kiss, which was hot, slow, and deliberate as his hands cupped and kneaded my breasts.
Nearby, Ryan had Firith moaning and I held back a giggle because I knew how much she was enjoying it. I watched his teasing and tasting her until I felt Bren drop his head to my chest. I whimpered as he pushed my body back, making me arch high before closing his lips around one stiff, aching nipple. I slid my hands down his chest and stomach, stopping right at his navel, deciding if I should continue.
‘Oh fuck it’... I thought and moved from his touch. Brendon reached for me as I raised away and smirked, pushing him back against the couch and sliding in between his legs.
I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips, my hand shaking with anticipation as it went down inside, snaking around his warm, stiff cock.
It was his turn to moan then, his hips bucking under my mercy.
“You’ve been naughty boy Brennie...” I whispered, stroking him painfully slow. His panting got louder as I worked him up
“Have I?” He managed to choke.
“Yes. We’ve been looking for you, both of you. And now you’re going to make it up to us.” I pulled back and withdrew my hand, making him groan in protest.
“H-h-how?”
I straddled his lap and pressed our lips together again. He kissed me hungrily, grinding against me so hard I was bouncing in his lap.
“Well, I don’t know about Firith, but I want to see what you were doing before we found you... I think I have an idea... and that makes me all hot.” I said , leaning forward, pressing my bare breasts to his chest and glancing sideways to my horny friend.
I moaned helplessly as Ryan's hands worked all over my body, his mouth attached to my neck, sucking and biting with a little more confidence than before, his hips pressed hard against mine. We kissed once again as his fingers worked frantically at undoing my jeans, sneaking inside and teasing me slowly. I took the back of his head and kissed him even harder, feeling right about to explode. I couldn't hold back any longer and I too made my way into his jeans, wrapping my hand on his throbbing dick. Ryan whimpered and thrusted into my grasp, both so lost into the moment that I didn't notice someone was close to us till my hand was being replaced.
I opened my eyes to see Brendon standing behind Ryan, planting small kisses and sucks on the back of his neck. Ryan threw his head back on Brendon's shoulder and they kissed again, Ryan's hands leaving my body.
I leaned against the wall panting and staring at the guys pretty much how I had found them, Brendon turned Ryan around and pushed him against the wall by my side, but this time my presence didn't stop him.
Ryan's pants were soon enough around his ankles and Brendon was on his knees, flicking his tongue over the other boy's cock, wrapping his full lips on it and sucking painfully slow. Ryan threaded Brendon's hair, tugging at it slightly as his head hit the wall with a thud.
"Fuck... Brendon!" Ryan breathed out, thrusting his hips into his friend's mouth, reaching deeper inside his throat. And Brendon took it all like a pro.
It really made me wonder how long have they been doing this. But this was no time to question these things. I looked over at Kris and her lustful stare on the boys, I couldn't help but giggle, knowing full well how turned on she was.
I know... cause I was feeling the same thing.
My chest heaved as I watched Brendon working on the head of Ryan’s dick, pulling and licking… Sucking him way in and pulling back off of him. Brendon circled the tip and sucked it, gaining a few sharp hisses from Ryan. I bit my bottom lip and crawled around on wobbly legs to get a better look, smiling deviously at Firith before sitting back on my knees to enjoy the show. Ryan was moaning and tugging at Brendon’s hair, but the slick sounds of his lips and tongue working on Ryan’s hard flesh was the only sound that I heard echoing in my ears. I never, ever, thought I’d be so turned on by manlove in my entire life, yet here I was, watching the man I desired sucking of his best friend.
And I liked it.
Unable to stand not being included any longer, I approached Brendon and pressed my front to his back, gently sucking his neck, and fingering his cock. He shuddered and Ryan moaned loudly.
I glared at him playfully and looked over to Firith, who was watching in sheer amazement. “He’s too loud honey, maybe you should shut him up.” I told her with a grin.
Brendon grinned and accommodated, pulling Ryan down to his level. They kissed again, a wet, sloppy kiss, and Bren shoved Ryan down to the floor on his back. They grinned at each other, parting with a softer kiss before Bren made his way back down Ryan’s thighs, leaving a wet trail until he was once again swallowing his dick. I helped Brendon out of his pants, flinging them across the room and taking him back into my hands, jerking him up and down slowly.
Firith made her way to the pile of flesh on the floor from her place on the wall nervously, but Ryan’s stare seemed to console her. She leaned down to kiss him, and he whispered something I couldn’t hear before cupping her ass, and adjusting her body to straddle his chest, her aching need hovering over his mouth.
My mind was blank and my body was on autopilot as I straddled Ryan's face. None of this made any sense at all but honestly, I could care less at that point. I was aching for a release as much as I was aching for him to touch me in any possible way, even when he was being mouth fucked by his best friend. I stared down at Ryan as his tongue made its way to my slit, licking from beginning to end, flicking over my pulsating clit, making me groan and bite my lip to keep it down. His hands gripped my hips to prevent me from moving and I steadied myself on the wall infront of me. Ryan's slurping sounds mixed with Brendon's ones, the room soon filled with them and my choked gasping.
I shut my eyes hard, feeling my body starting to tremble as the familiar raising in my stomach made its way throughout all my body. I dug my fingers on the wall and sank my teeth into my lip as a heat wave washed over me, causing me to shake and pant with my mouth open, orgasming into Ryan's greedy tongue. I leaned on the wall watching him reach his peak a few seconds later and got off him, lying on the floor and kissing him deeply, tasting myself on his lips.
Ryan wrapped his arms around me, caressing the back of my neck, pulling my even closer to him. I kissed down his neck, licking the salty flavor of his damp skin when a giggle from him made me look up.
Brendon must have something with sex against the wall, cause first was Ryan and now it was Kris the pinned one being ravashed.
The rest of my clothes were removed so fast, my mind was still swirling. All I felt now was the heat of Brendon’s breath against my skin as he sucked my nipples hard, turning them into hard peaks of aching flesh while he rubbed his index finger against my clit. I sighed and rocked my body against his hand, stroking the nape of his neck before he reclaimed my lips. We fought for control, his sucking at my bottom lip, and my gentle nibbling of his. I moaned, sucking his tongue and catching the tangy taste of Ryan’s release. Words couldn’t even express all the ways my body wanted him.
Brendon hooked his arms under my leg, making me whine from the loss of contact of his mouth, and pressed my back against the wall. He smirked at me as he rubbed at my entrance, guiding my legs around his waist tightly.
We smiled at each other, me a little shier than him, foreheads touching, but I groaned deeply as he entered, filling me completely.
I called out his name as he began to pound into me relentlessly, and the back of my head was bouncing against the damn wall, but I didn’t really give a shit. I don’t think anything else would have mattered much in that moment. It felt that good.
He growled when he gripped my ass, pulling me up and down on his cock hard, making my belly quiver. I buried my face in his neck, biting down gently as a white hot sensation shot through me, making my insides clench around him. My orgasm shook me to the core, but he hadn’t finished yet. Suddenly it was just he and I in the room as I squeezed and worked for his peak.
I moaned, when I felt him stiffen. He whimpered and came deep inside me, and we both collapsed to the floor engaged in another heated kiss.
As Kris was pounded wildly against the wall, Ryan and I kept making out on the floor, me caressing his hair and he tracing my back. But as much as I was enjoying this, there was things to get done outside that room, so I pulled away and looked at him.
"You have to leave..." I whispered, peeking his lips again.
"I know... I'm sorry..." He said with a sigh, caressing my cheek with his thumb.
I sat up and reached for the pile of clothes, handing Ryan his outfit and pulling my own on me. I was fully dressed when I turned to the wall again, seeing Kris and Brendon caught in their after sex glow.
"Sorry, guys, but we really have to go." I said. Brendon pulled away and started dressing, leaving a limp Kris with a silly look on her face leaned on the wall trying to support herself on wobbly legs. I shook my head and handed Kris her clothes.
I turned to the door and I felt my stomach flinch and twist at the sight of the boys kissing sweetly. Leave it to me to feel all awkward and stupid after the mind blowing sex, just cause I had feelings mixed in between.
I checked the time on my sidekick and we were only 5 mins late.
"C'mon, people..." I said looking at Kris who was already dressed and then down to the floor as I made my way our of that room, followed by the soft sound of the guys chatting behind. I knew Ryan was staring at me, but I just couldn't bring myself to look at him.
With my head still spinning, I followed Firith out of the little sex den we’d created, straightening my clothes and hair. Looking at her, I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling a little awkward, but I also knew I had to act like nothing at all was the matter. Even if that meant watching Ryan and Brendon, huddled together and giggling like a couple of school girls, like this was something they did every day. Firith pulled her sidekick from the loop of her jeans and typed a quick message.
“Have to give a heads up to security.” She explained, but only looked at me.
I sighed and nodded as we made our way back out front.
“Hey,” I smiled to a waiting Jon and Spencer, “Look who we found.” Ryan and Bren passed us without a word and sat in their places with their chattering band mates. I bit my lip and turned, grabbing four bottled waters from the big cooler at my feet and set them in front of each guy. After doing this, I went back to my wall, leaning against it, and looking over to Firith, who stood stone faced.
I sighed and glanced into the crowd of hyperactive girls, wondering what would happen next.
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Ryan = Green
Brendon = Orange
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Ch2: If it's only a fantasy, then why is it killing me?
After the meet and greet, we all trudged onto the bus. I buried myself inside my bunk so I could be alone, but mostly it was to think about what had just happened at the venue.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
The look on Firith’s face when we’d finished… I thought she hated me. I should have gotten the hint when she follows Bren’s command to join us so easily. Now she just looked confused. And I was hiding because I was just as confused as she was, maybe more. What Brendon and I had, it was good. There’s no one who gets me like him, and we’re the closest of friends, I guess it just came naturally to have him as my lover. But things were getting so complicated. Sighing, I fell back onto my pillows and covering my face.
I heard the girls talking, their voices muffled, and I knew they were together in Kris’ nearby bunk. I strained to hear what they were talking, knowing full well that it was Brendon and I, but I just couldn’t make it out. I hadn’t meant to act like what happened didn’t mean anything to me, but it was just so weird.
I realized I couldn’t let Firith think I did and went to step out of bed, when Bren hopped in.
"Hey you..." I said softly lying beside Ryan with a smile, he wasn't so smiley though. "Why the long face?" I asked stroking his face softly.
"I don't know..." Ryan sighed, lying back on the pillows. "I can't stop thinking that I made a mistake."
"Pfft! Mistake? We just boned 2 hot girls and you're getting all emo on it?" I said amused and he rolled his eyes at me.
"Two girls who work for us and that we have to see everyday. I didn't... I didn't want her...them to think I did that a lot." I watched him look away and sighed, petting his hair.
"You're still crushing on her, aren't you?"
"I thought she hated me. And then this..." He shrugged looking sad.
"Aawww, baby..." I said, hugging him close. "Oh well, I guess part of this is my fault too: I invited her in."
"I'm confused, Bren..." Ryan spoke quietly, fidgeting with his fingers. "And it isn't going to be easy getting back to normal."
"Girls are a fucking headache. We better put this little episode behind us, don't you think?" I said trying to calm him down, cupping his face. But he just looked back at me biting his lip.
"I don't know if I can..." Damn his insecurity. I raised an eyebrow and smiled again.
"You'll make it... is not as hard as it looks. Besides, we'll still have each other, as corny as that sounds." I hugged him close again leaning down to kiss him. Normally we'd lay there and make out for a while, but now, he just let our lips meet briefly and as soon as the girls giggled, he pulled away nervously. I groaned and rolled over my back. "Fine, I'll let you think this over."
I made my way out of his bunk and to the front of the bus, getting my regular Red-bull and lying on the couch to watch some random TV movie Jon was watching. But my thoughts were still with the boy back there. We were friends, best friends, relationship that evolved naturally to what we were now. Though we couldn't get it a proper name. The thing is we made each other happy.
I wonder if she could do the same...
I sighed again after he was gone. I swear Brendon was just as exhausting ad confusing as any girl I’d ever been with. Partly because I think he’s just as confused as me. Ok, maybe a little less. Getting comfy on my pillow, and suddenly feeling very lonely, I turned to my side and just lie there. I needed to talk to her. Hopefully she’d want to talk to me too.
A good few hours passed by. And the motion of the bus along with being just plain tired had lulled me to sleep. I was woken up by someone cursing after dropping something loudly on the table up front. Staggering, I got up and went to the bathroom, then headed into the front lounge, where I saw her sitting there. Laptop in front of her at the table, nursing coke can and totally oblivious to my presence.
I stood there watching her, ready to chicken out and crawl back into my fortress before she saw me. I heard Jon in the back lounge, laughing and talking. To his girlfriend of course, and I felt a pang of jealousy rip through me. Not that I wasn’t happy with Bren, but maybe being with him wasn’t exactly what I wanted… The thought frightened me beyond belief. I knew Brendon was a manwhore, but he was also my best friend, which made what we had amazing. I just didn’t know if I wanted to risk being hurt again.
With another sigh, I went to turn on my heel when I felt her eyes boring into the back of my head.
“You need something?” She asked me in a sleepy voice, rubbing at her eyes. I turned slowly to face her, biting and licking my lip. She looked unhappy. That’s when I knew, I wanted to try and make her smile.
I was fairly asleep when a loud crash made me jump awake and hit my head on the upper bunk. I cursed silently, rubbing the sore spot and burying my head back in the pillow, lying there till it was obvious I wasn't sleeping any longer. Ryan's soft steps made their way to the front of the bus and I couldn't help but peek my head out of the curtain just to see him stuck at the entrance of the front lounge. I sighed and rolled my eyes at him, betting my head he'd chicken out before talking to Firith.
I wondered if I should go there and save him myself, but as I rolled out of my bunk I collided with no other than Kris. I smirked.
"Well, hello there, miss..."
"Hi..." She said back with an awkward smile. "Do you need something while I'm up?"
"Uum, no... I can get myself to the kitchen." I smiled sweetly to her again. "Now if you join me..." I suggested looking into her eyes, putting my best innocent face. Kris chuckled and looked away for a moment, then back at me.
"Lead the way..." I smirked and grabbed her hand lightly, walking her to the front. The low murmur coming from the table halted as we passed besides Ryan and Firith. I ignored it and opened the minifridge.
"Want anything?" I asked Kris who looked over at the couple.
"Um, yeah, a coke." I got my red bull and a coke for her, smiling sweetly as I handed it to her.
"Here you go... " After she took the can from me, I fell on the couch. She hesitated before sitting awkwardly by my side.
"So, you wanted to talk to me?"
"Uuum, well, actually yeah. I think is better if we talk about it." I said, shooting a glance at Ryan who was facing the table and Firith who was looking away. Both of them aware of what I was saying. "I mean... I don't want you to feel weird for what happened, you know?"
"Okay..." Kris chuckled and glanced at Ryan. "I think I get it. And besides, there's no harm in a little fun, right?" It was her turn to smirk now. I knew there was something I really liked about this girl.
"No harm at all, honey." I said gulping down my drink. "Maybe some people should be reminded of that." I saw Ryan flinch slightly at my words, but I focused on Kris, tracing her arm with my finger. "So... no awkwardness?"
"No... no awkwardness." She answered with a bright smile that I mimicked.
This was going good. I got a chick and my boy. Call me greedy, but to me, that's as good as it gets.
I tried my best to ignore Brendon, who was so obviously flirting. Maybe even for my benefit. Instead I tried to focus on talking to Firith, who sat uncomfortable in front of me. It took me minutes to concentrate hard enough to figure out what to say to her. Mostly because I didn’t want to sound like some blubbering idiot, and partly because I didn’t want her to bite my head off. After another moment of watching Brendon molest Kris’ arms, I cleared my throat and licked my lips.
“Are you…are you okay?” I asked, for lack of anything else to begin our conversation with.
She looked at me, bit her lip, and finally answered, “Yeah…” Pause. “You?”
I pressed my lips together hard and shook my head. I was the farthest thing from okay. “I wanted to say something to you… Firith, I don’t want you thinking… I don’t know, “ I sighed. “I just don’t do that sort of thing a lot.”
Still looking at me, she cleared her throat. “What exactly? Sneaking around with Brendon? Or inviting random girls to join you?”
I flinched at her words and sighed again, glancing out of the window. “Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. But no, I don’t invite random girls to have sex with me and my best friend, and you aren’t random.” I lowered my voice before continuing. “And with Bren… It’s complicated.” I admitted it without really admitting it. She nodded in understanding.
“How long…” she stopped and shook her head. “No, I don’t wanna know.” She sighed and went back to clicking the keys of her laptop.
“This isn’t easy for me either, you know? I thought you hated me.” I looked up at her and back down again, holding my breath for her reaction.
“I don’t hate you, Ryan. Far from it actually, but-- you’re with Brendon.” She answered quietly, making my heart flutter. I looked over to the charming little manwhore who was chatting happily with Kris. And he didn’t seem too worried about me.
“Does Brendon look like he’s attached to anyone?” I asked, nodding in their direction. “It’s just… complicated.”
Firith looked over towards Brendon, following my eyes and whispered, “Still makes you… You know… Gay.”
I groaned. I wasn’t gay. In fact, I really didn’t know what I was.
“I’m not…” I paused, and lowered my voice tone even lower. “Tell me, did it feel like you were with a gay guy when you were with me? And…” I trailed off, taking a deep breath to try and gain the courage to do what I told myself I was going to do. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her sweetly and tenderly, then pulled back to whisper against her lips. “Do I kiss you like a gay guy?”
She froze and began to stammer. “N-no..”
It was cute. And here I was thinking I was the only nervous wreck… She stared at my lips, biting down on her own and I caught Brendon out of the corner of my eye watching us with a raised eyebrow just before I kissed her softly again.
Kris and I stared at the other couple sharing that gentle kiss. I pressed my lips together, feeling an uncomfortable twitch at the pit of my stomach. For some reason, I had to stop what was happening in front of me. So I stood up and grabbed Ryan's shoulder and pulled him away from Firith, taking him to the back of the bus.
"Bren, what do you think you're doing?" He said snatching himself from my grasp and giving me a funny look.
"Okay, what was that??" I asked crossing my arms, probably looking like a jealous girlfriend.
"What do you mean what was it? It was a kiss..." Ryan scratched his head as his words trailed off, looking away. I stared at him.
"So you're like, going to be with her now?" I tried to keep my volume as low as possible.
"I--" Blink. "I don't know what's going to happen Bren." He sighed before speaking again quietly. "You knew I liked her before..." It was my turn to sigh as I rubbed my face.
"What about us, then, Ryan?" I stared at him again. "If it was ever an us." I knew there never was quite an us as a couple. But I still had to ask.
"...I didn't realize we were an 'us'." He said looking back at me and biting his lip.
"I didn't either." I stroked his cheek softly. "But we work together. We're good together. Are you willing to risk that for her?"
Okay, guilt should not be a feeling. It might have sounded like I was worried about him, but the thing is I was covering my own ass. Wanting him to be my secure move every time. I bit my lip trying to maintain my expression, looking at his confused face. He shook his head.
"I don't know. But I have to try anyway. Besides, you didn't look too worried about me."
"But I am worried about you!" I cupped his face now, though I was trying to convince myself more that him. "You know I like to flirt around and we've never had a problem with that before. And it works cause you know I wouldn't hurt you... ever!"
"I know, I know." He sighed looking back at me and taking my hands away from his face. He swallowed and lowered his voice. "But if you can have your fun then so can I."
I smiled. "Sure you can, baby..." I leaned in, planting a small kiss on his lips. "Cause those girls are pretty fine if you ask me." I giggled and kissed him again, the nut on my stomach slowly untangling, thinking of the fun we were about to have.
Rolling my eyes at Brendon, I moved back to the front of the bus slowly. The truth was, I told him whatever I could to keep him calm. I didn’t want him ruining whatever it was that I had going for me. And I sure didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship. Biting my fingernails, I sat back down beside Firith, who was still typing away on her laptop.
With another glare in Brendon’s direction, and a clear of my throat, I spoke softly.
“Sorry about that,” I shrugged. I saw her body stiffen and I inwardly groaned. Whatever progress I might have been making with her was definitely slighted by Bren’s little stunt.
She shrugged and mumbled, her eyes unmoving from the screen. “Whatever…”
This wasn’t going to be easy.
“So now you’re going to shut me out?” I asked, trying to read her expression effortlessly. She sighed and stole a glance at me.
“It’s just… weird.”
“I know…” Boy did I ever know. “It’s just…” I stopped and sighed yet AGAIN, watching her eyes before looking down to my hands. “Maybe I can explain it better another time.”
She stared at me, completely void of emotion. “And why not now?” She questioned.
“I want to be in… in private.” I explained, looking around the room. If we weren’t alone, I’d have to worry about Brendon’s prying eyes and ears.
“Oh,” She replied. “Okay.”
We sat in silence for another minute, and I decided to leave her with her thoughts. I sure was anxious to get back into my bunk with my own. “Well I just wanted you to know that I’m not going to act any differently after what happened earlier…” I was struggling with my words, sorting out what I needed and what I wanted to say in my head. “Maybe we can get breakfast together in the morning?” I waited for her answer, gnawing on my bottom lip in a nervous habit.
She gave a small smile, biting her lip in the exact same way. “I’d like that.”
I grinned happily, I intended on showing her a good time, and maybe even tell her more about the relationship between Brendon and I. I wanted to be completely honest.
“Well, sleep tight then.” I leaned over slightly, wanting to kiss her so badly, but I decided not to at the last minute, and just sat there, smiling like an idiot. Firith swallowed and gripped my face, kissing me tenderly.
“Night…” She whispered.
I was shocked, but decided not to take time to question her, especially since I’d been aching to kiss her since our lips first met. I placed my lips to hers again sweetly, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand.
“Night.” I said, getting up and leaving her there. I glanced back a few times on the way to my bunk, even catching her eyes once or twice.
Sliding into my bunk, I sighed and clutched my pillow, thinking about my past relationships. And the heartache that went along with them.
Damn Ryan, what are you doing?
I lied in my bunk a while later, making sure everyone else was in bed and hopefully asleep. Damn Firith who took forever to go to bed! Well, it wasn't a secret to anyone that she was insomniac, so I waited enough to make sure she was asleep too before sneaking out of my bunk and into Ryan's one. He was still awake and rolled over to me.
"Hey. Can't sleep?" He whispered.
"Not really..." I hugged him. "What's keeping you up?"
Ryan smiled "I dunno really. Must be the nap from earlier." I chuckled and nuzzled his neck.
"Liar..."
"Okay. I'm caught." He chuckled.
"So, what is it?" I asked looking at him. He shook his head and caressed my face, avoiding my eyes.
"Nothing..." He said evasively.
"Ryan... don't lie to me. I know you too well already. I know something is bothering you."
"I don't want to do this, Bren." He traced a finger over my lip as he bit his own. "I don't want to talk. Or get into this now." I smiled and gave him a little reassuring kiss.
"Okay..." I simply said, hugging him and kissing him again softly. Ryan bit his lip, smiled and kissed me back. I felt him being a little awkward, but I knew exactly how to make him relax.
I kissed him a little harder, wrapping my arms on his waist, pulling him closer to me and deepening the kiss. Ryan sighed and responded to it, groaning .
"Bren..." I kissed his neck, sliding my hands under his shirt before pulling it off. "You want to do this now?"
I chuckled and looked at Ryan. "You don't?"
"Yeah. Yeah... I do." He gave in, kissing me a little harder now, throwing my own shirt away. I smiled and pulled away taking his hand, silently guiding him out of his bunk. I saw him give a nervous little glance at the back of the bus before following me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
The rest of our clothes were pulled out in mere seconds, never breaking the heated kiss we were into now. Our cocks rubbing and teasing, making me want him even more. I wrapped my hand around his swollen member, stroking him, gaining a deep groan and a few thrusts into my hand. I smirked and walked back, till my back was leaning on the wall, then pushed him away. Ryan stared at me, his chest heaving as I reached for my jeans and retrieved a little bottle, already too familiar for both of us. Ryan smirked now and took the bottle from me, slathering himself on the content.
I bit my lip, looking at him expectantly. Only a few seconds later I was pinned against the wall, being pounded away by my skinny little boy, who was hitting that right spot every time. I pulled his hair, pressing my lips against his to keep the sounds as down as possible. His mouth fell from mine as he buried his face on my neck and I knew he was close. That's how well I know him. Still clinging to him, I threw my head back, biting my lip, choking all moans and gasps.
"R-rya-n." I stammered as my own peak crept upon me, making me sink my teeth in my lips right before shooting in between the two of us, followed half second later by Ryan, who chose my neck as the biting place.
Both stood there trying to catch our breaths for awhile, then cleaning ourselves and getting dressed again. For some reason no words where exchanged and I didn't wanna break the silence in case anyone could hear us. As quietly as we came into the bathroom, we walked out.
As Ryan and I shared our last little quiet kiss, we heard noises of something falling in the kitchenette. Startled, both made our way to the front door and peeked in, being caught in the act. Ryan pressed his lips together and I just stared blankly as Firith looked at us coldly and walked past us to the bunk area.
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Ch3: I'm so attracted to you. The feeling's mutual too.
I'm a stupid ass...
Always falling for the wrong guy and stupid enough to believe him.
Well, at least I was still in time to get the fuck away from it, right?
We stopped at the next venue early in the morning and I knew I had slept only a few hours. It wasn't a secret to anyone that I had sleeping problems, but last night, after what happened backstage, in the bus and what I had the misfortune to hear, it got worse. Knowing full well I wouldn't go back to sleep, I rolled out of my bunk silently, grabbing a hoodie and my smokes and exited the bus, the cool morning air waking me up even more.
I settled around the picnic tables, smoking and looking around the deserted venue, till a soft tingle on the back of my neck made me uncomfortable. I knew it was him. I just knew. I heard him sigh a couple of times and fidget his feet on the dirt, but I didn't turn, enjoying the last of my smoke, waiting for him to talk. But his maintained silence and loud thinking got the best of my patience.
"Need anything, Ross?" I said still not turning and flipping my smoke away.
"You didn't sleep well." Was all he said. I turned briefly and raised an eyebrow, speaking in monotone.
"I never do. Everyone knows that." He sighed.
"I guess I deserve you being so upset." Wasn't he smart???
"Really? What makes you think that?" I said in my best sarcastic tone, not looking at him.
"Yeah. I know. I meant what I said last night though. But I don't think I could ever make you understand." He said quietly. I turned around and saw him looking down, kicking the dirt.
"Well, maybe if you try to explain... even at the sight of the recent events, I'm not that stupid." I stared at him waiting for an answer as I lighted another smoke.
"You want explanation? There was a girl. You know her. She ruined me. Literally. Ripped my heart right out and pissed all over it." Hell, didn't I know who she was? I hated her. And hearing him say these things made me hate her even more. "And no one was there for me. But my best friend. I'm... I'm safe with him. He gets me. And he'll protect me." Ryan sighed rubbing his face and looked at me. "Brendon is my security blanket. Okay?"
I stared back blankly. "Okay... then why taking your chances with me? Why including me in your little agreement when you're clearly terrified of it?" I said blowing out smoke
"I...don't really know. And I AM scared. I just know that I think you're special." He hung his head after that. I blinked a couple of times wondering if I'd heard right.
"You're not the only one with a previously broken heart here, Ryan. You're not the only one scared shitless of getting hurted again." I confessed.
"I know."
We fell silent for another while and I flicked my smoke to the ground, standing up.
"Maybe you should think all of this over. Make sure of what it is you really want and what chances are you willing to take." I said a little softer now.
"I dunno. Maybe I should. But I don't want to fuck up my chance with you." He looked at me briefly again. I rolled my eyes.
"So you wanna 'try me out' and still keep Brendon?" I said shaking my head.
"...No! I'm not like that. If you... I mean, if we do whatever, the Brendon stuff is... is done." Ryan stammered, looking at me intently.
"We'll see if that works." I said as I started walking away from him. He didn't move from his spot, probably wondering what I meant. I know I was wondering that too. I stopped and turned. "Are you coming or not? You still owe me breakfast..."
The tiniest sweetest smile appeared on Ryan's face now. "Right... breakfast." He said with a light chuckle, catching up and walking by my side.
Okay. This is ridiculous. I’m more nervous around Brendon AFTER fucking him than I was before. I was jumpy trying to work around him staring at me as I wrote down a list of things I needed to go out and retrieve for the band while we were stopped. I decided to break the awkward silence.
“Is there anything you want to add to the list, Urie?” I was desperately trying not to act differently.
Brendon smirked, amusement in his eyes, which were still locked on me and asked, “Since when do you call me Urie?”
I chuckled, balancing the clipboard I was using on my hip. “I don’t know…So? I’ve got your juice… and…?” I stared at him questionably.
He smiled sweetly. I wanted to jump him. “Gummy bears?” He half asked/questioned.
“Gummy bears? Okay.” I chuckled and added them to the list. He giggled, making me look up.
“I was kidding. But I’ll have some anyways. Are you okay?” He stared into my eyes and traced trails up my arm with the tips of his fingers. I looked down at them, and back up again, trying to keep from visibly shivering.
“Fine. Why?”
Brendon shrugged. "You seem…nervous.”
I chuckled. “Really?” Maybe I should stop trying NOT to be awkward.
“I thought we passed all the awkwardness?” He asked as if reading my mind. He titled his head in the cutest way and gave me an extra sweet look. Fucking cute bastard.
“Well, I tried. And I don’t feel awkward around you as a person, but as my boss? It’s still weird.”
“Oh well… I can understand that. But don’t worry so much. It’s not like I’l force you to do things. Or threaten your job.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. I’d sure you for sexual harassment.” I told him with a straight face. “Just kidding.”
“You would?” Brendon looked shocked, and I held in a giggle. He rolled his eyes. “Hahaha” He chuckled, sticking out his tongue.
I giggled back, fighting off thoughts about that tongue. “Shouldn’t you be doing something other than watching me work?”
“Not really.” He replied. “Why? Am I bothering you?”
“Nope. Not at all. Just wondering.”
He sucked a lollipop into his mouth and I watched, really wanting to be in it’s place. “You want to get something to eat?”
I tried hard not to focus too hard on his lips and told him yes before hurrying off to get ready.
Kris and I entered the cafeteria and I immediately spotted Ryan and Firith giggling and having breakfast. If you can call coke breakfast.
"Hey guys! Good morning!" I said sitting in their table. I saw Firith roll her eyes while Ryan gave me a fake smile.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Kris said sitting by my side.
"Hey you! You woke up happy today..." Firith said, with a light chuckle at Kris.
"I'm always like this!" Kris shook her head. Ryan was staring at me with a raised eyebrow, I guess he didn't like me being there, but I chose to ignore him.
"What do you want me to get you?" I asked Kris with a smile.
"'ll have whatever you have I guess."
"Okay!" I stood up to get some food for us, watching Ryan's eyes roll in annoyance.I got back with a sandwich for me and grilled cheese for her. "I heard around you like grilled cheese." I said handing her the plate.
"Yeah, I do... " She said biting her lip.
Firith stood up suddenly. "I better get going."
"Okay, what do you have to do? I'll come with you." Ryan said standing as well. I gave him a questioning look he ignored.
"No need! Just work stuff... you guys have an interview this afternoon."
"We do?" I asked, sipping my red-bull.
Firith checked her palm. "Local radio station."
"Fun!" I said smiling at Kris again. "Will you help me pick my outfit?"
"Of course silly. It's what I get paid for..." She giggled and I did too. I watched Ryan with the corner of my eye scratching his head. It was really amusing to see him this nervous.
"Okay, well... Are you sure you don't want me to walk you?" He insisted, making me choke a laugh.
Firith looked at us. "It's okay really. It's pretty boring." She said, making Ryan sigh and me roll me eyes.
"Just go and stop being a pussy!!" I giggled pushing Ryan away, gaining a death glare.
"Whatever. Look, I'm not staying here. So we might as well walk together. See you around Kris." He said before walking off with Firith as Kris told them bye.
"What the heck is wrong with them?" I asked casually.
"You're asking me? That was definitely weird!" Kris said with a chuckle eating her cheese.
"Oh Nevermind! What do you think I should wear today?" I took another sip from my drink, shrugging off the awkwardness of the previous scene.
"Well, I have this red dress..." She said pretending to think.
I laughed. "You think my hips will fit?"
"I hope so! We may have to stuff the top though." She giggled. I looked at her.
"Yeah, I see why." I said, trying to smile innocently.
"You are so NOT innocent! Don't even look at me like that."
"Oh well... you've seen my...not so innocent side." I smirked at her and she did the same, biting her lip.
"If that was not so innocent, I'd like to see devilish." She battled her eyelashes at me. "But I guess we'd better get going if I have to help hunt down the perfect outfit... girlfriend."
"Maybe I'll show you soon." I said with a wink. "Let's finish our food, there's no rush."
Both kept eating our breakfast in peace, talking about random stuff. But Ryan and his awkwardness didn't leave my mind. I knew he liked the girl, but he also said it was just for fun. I guess I have to give the kid a little time. In the meantime, the hot girl I had infront of me could make a nice distraction, and it seems she's all about playing as well.
I walked with Firith silently back to our bus, still unhappy with the way Brendon ruined our good time. I guess I had to face things, whenever he came around things were going to get awkward between us, no matter how hard I tried for it to be different. I opened the door for her and she climbed in with me behind her. I slumped wordlessly onto the front lounge couch, searching the cushions for the Mp3 player I’d seen Spence stash there last night.
I watched her as she did some random stuff, and occasionally, we’d lock eyes. I wanted her. But I wanted her for so much more than just what she’d thought. There was just something about her. And we were so much alike, it was kinda scary.
I thought we’d be great together, once she got over the Brendon thing…
And I did too.
When she passed by me the last time, I held my hand out and smiled up at her, making her smile back. “Why don’t you take a break?”
She looked down at me and sighed. “I can’t…I have to get these done.”
She was too adorable. I smirked, and rolled my eyes playfully. “And exactly who is the boss here?”
I almost laughed out loud when she smiled back and said, “Not you. I work for your record company.”
I just grinned and chuckled. “You’re such a smartass.”
“I guess I can afford a small break.” She gave in, giggling and sitting beside me. I scooted a little closer to her, smiling and biting down on my lip nervously.
“I’m sorry we got interrupted. I thought we were having a pretty good time. “
“We were,” She began, taking a sip of her coke. “But I guess you can’t ask for too much privacy around here.”
“I think… I think we should take advantage of it now though…” I smiled, leaning closer into her. And biting my lip, hard.
She mimicked me in the most adorable way. “Maybe…”
“We’ll see then…” I said breathily, moving closer and finally pressing my lips to hers. She sighed, kissing me back and I cupped her cheek and deepened it. Before long, we were engaged in a full on make out session, with no Brendon there to ruin it for us, for which I was grateful.
She moved a little closer and I wrapped my arms tight around her lower back. She ran her fingers through my hair, making me groan and I swear I felt myself start to swell beneath my pants.
Once the kisses got urgent and needy, she pulled away, leaving me breathless. “I have to get back to work.”
I bit my lip again and moved back, watching her hopefully. I didn’t want this to end. “Okay… maybe we’ll… hang out later?”
“Actually, I think I'm gonna nap.” She replied, rubbing her eyes.
“I think I do too. Would you like to join me?”
She smiled shyly, and I felt the urge to kiss her again. “Just… Let me finish this okay?” She kept the smile on her face as she kissed me sweetly, and I almost melted. She got up and went back to work while I waited happily.
“Okay. Done.” She said finally after I had already began to doze on the couch. She chuckled, and I took her hand wordlessly and led her to my bunk where she climbed in.
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Ch.4: It's something new. Amazing feeling I have for you.
2 weeks.
2 weeks of going out and walk around the venues, have breakfast or lunch, curl up on the couch to watch a movie, hide in his bunk and make out before we nap.
2 weeks of spending all day with him and still hear him with Brendon at night.
Ryan never told me and I never asked. I guess I rather pretend that I don't know than actually face the problem, already aware of the power Brendon had over Ryan.
The worse part though was knowing Brendon was fucking Kris... in more ways than one. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.
Tonight it would be different, tonight is hotel night and even when I'm pairing with Kris and Ryan with Brendon, he already asked me to hang out after the show. And I know Brendon invited Kris to his room for the night.
I entered the hotel room, dropping my laptop on the closest bed. The shower was running, so I assumed Kris was already there getting ready for her night.
Well, I should do the same, right?
For some reason, I smiled to myself as I roamed my suitcase looking for something nice to wear. Maybe was Kris singing badly in the shower or just the funny feeling of the butterflies in my stomach. Damn him for making me feel like I'm 15 again!
I stepped out of the shower and pulled the shower cap from my hair, letting it fall and brush my shoulders while I glanced into the mirror. I felt more relaxed than I had in months and my face showed it. The last two weeks had been awesome. I never thought I’d ever spend so much time with Brendon. And it wasn’t just sex, which we were having a lot of. He was really fun, and he kept me laughing. That’s always important, a guy with a sense of humor.
As much as I liked him there was no way I was ready to tell him that I really liked him. I mean, why kill the fun while you’re having it right?
As I walked into the room to get dressed, I heard shuffling and bags unzipping and I knew Firith had finally made it in. She and Ryan were spending a lot of time together as well. We were hardly ever all together, and when we were there was always a little tension in the air. I STILL don’t know what that’s all about.
I dressed hurriedly in skimpy underwear set under the ugliest Clandestine hoodie I’d ever seen (borrowed from Brendon) and a pair of tight jeans. One last check of my hair in the mirror and I headed out, freezing when I got in front of Firith and smiling at her…
She smiled back at me and chuckled. “Where did you get that ugly thing?”
I rolled my eyes because you really have to see this sweater to believe it. “Isn’t it hideous? It’s Brendon’s.” I grinned.
She shook her head smiling. “Thought so. Got enough condoms?” She asked with a giggle. I giggled along with her and nodded.
“Yes. I think so. Why? Need a few?” I smirked and giggled again.
Firith threw a pillow at me, laughing and hitting my arm. “Whore! I think I can manage, thanks. You need them more.”
I giggled once more (I’d been doing that endlessly lately), and tossed the pillow back to the bed. “I think I’m enjoying this way too much. I actually found myself eyeing the little fangirls outside the hotel and laughing when they were screaming about how much they loved Brendon.”
She laughed. “Evil!”
I chuckled just as there was a soft knock at our door. “That would be my cue to leave I think. Have fun, and I’ll be looking to hear some dirt in the morning!”
“Go already!” She laughed and I opened the door, letting Ryan in.
“Bye. See you two later.” I smiled and went on my merry way.
As soon as I saw Ryan I started smiling again. What is it with him, that he always looks adorable?
"Hey! I was about to take a shower." I said holding my bathroom stuff in my arms.
"Oh... well, I can wait, can't I?" He said with a sly smirk.
I smiled even wider. "Yeah... uumm, you can order food in the meantime, or... I don't know... whatever!"
"Okay... You haven't eaten yet?" He asked sitting on the bed, I shook my head as response. He smiled again. "I'll order. You shower."
"Okay!"
I hurried to the bathroom, taking a short shower and coming out quickly in my sweat pants and cute tanktop. Ryan had already ordered french fries, sandwiches and coke. So we settled on the bed eating and watching a random movie, making fun of the stupid predictable plot. Soon enough the tray was on the floor and we were curled up into each other. He was running his fingers lightly on my arm as I snuggled his neck, taking in his scent. I smiled and looked up at him, he looked back.
"Hey."
I giggled. "Hey."
He bit his lip and leaned in slowly, till our lips met and we got tangled in a make out session. But this time no one was interrupting, no one was late, no one was pulling away. Before long I was lying on my back with him on top, kissing heatedly, my hands urgently pulling his shirt off. Ryan threw the shirt away and attacked my neck, caressing my stomach underneath my top and pulling it off. I bit my lip as my breathing got ragged and fast, my arms wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to me, dying to feel his skin against mine. He groaned and pressed against me.
"Are you sure you want to?" I heard him whisper as he sucked my neck and gently kneaded my breasts.
I lifted his head up and stared intently. "What on earth makes you think I don't?"
"Good." Ryan said with a smile, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me greedily and starting to pull my sweatpants down. I took that as a cue to fumble with his jeans, pulling them down as well, underwear flying away in no time. He moaned into the kiss as his hard flesh rubbed against my thigh.
Suddenly, he stopped. "You know what?"
"What?" I asked, panting.
"Condoms..." He breathed out, leaning down to flick his tongue over my nipples. I bit my lip and reached for the nightstand with one hand, knocking the lamp down before finally grabbing a condom and hand it to him.
He knelt on the bed and I shuddered, maybe from the cool air that hit my body or maybe from anticipation as I watched him roll the rubber down himself, biting his lip, his hands slightly shaking. Then he was hovering over me again, kissing hard and his fingers digging my hipbones. I wrapped a leg around his waist, tugging at his hair with one hand while the other scratched his lower back slightly.
Ryan trailed kisses down my neck, nipping my earlobe as he accommodated himself, a low moan escaping his lips. Then he pushed inside of me slowly, making me bite my lip to prevent from being too loud. His hands cupped my ass and raised me a little from the mattress allowing him to thrust in and out with ease, keeping a painfully slow pace. Placing his forehead against mine, he stared at me intently, his open mouth letting out gasps and moans with each movement, thing I was mimicking.
"Go faster." I whispered, bucking my hips up to him. Ryan complied, kissing me hard and increasing the pace, going harder, reaching deeper, making me sink my nails on his back, fearing I would break in half.
How long we were at it, I don't know. All I remember is the salty taste of his sweat, the heat radiating from his skin, his long fingers grazing my body, his hipbones bruising my thighs, his breath falling on my neck, his lips devouring me, his eyes drilling mine. Our nearly frenetic pace driving both of us closer and closer to the edge, my nails leaving red trails on his shoulders. I felt numb and blinded when my orgasm hit me, crushing me so hard that I choked on the feeling, like I could hardly breathe. I heard my name falling from his lips half a second later and right before we shared one last heated kiss, riding the last of the feeling away.
Ryan just laid there on my heaving chest trying to catch his breath, looking absolutely gorgeous. For some reason it made me think of Brendon. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I thinking of them being together right now, when I have him naked, on top of me, his sweat stuck in my skin? But I couldn't help it, watching him there just made think of all the times Brendon had seen him like this, being in my position. I stroked Ryan's hair making him smile and look up.
"How do you feel?" I asked softly. He chuckled.
"I feel...like I wish the night were longer. I'd want to stay just like this." Ryan snuggled even further on my neck. I sighed trying to swallow the question stuck in my throat.
"Does-- Does it feel..." Gulp. "...better than...him?" I closed my eyes, kinda waiting for him to yell and run out or I don't know... just something catastrophic that ruined everything. I bit my lip as I felt him lift up, but he didn't leave so I looked at him. Ryan kissed my cheek and nodded, going back to his place on my neck and sighing.
"Because I really like you. I told you. I wouldn't play games with you."
I bit my lip again. "Then why are you still with him?"
He raised again, leaning on his elbow and looking at me. "I'm not with him..." He said with a little smile. "Aren't I with you? All the time lately?"
I sighed. "Not at night... I can hear you both... I'm insomniac, remember?" He sighed now and looked down.
"Firith...I'm... I don't want to hurt him. I feel like... like he needs me."
I nodded and bit my lip harder, gathering strength to say what came next. "Then... maybe..." I sat up on the bed and looked at him. "You should just be with him." I covered myself with the sheet and started reaching for my clothes.
"I don't want him!" He nearly yelled, sitting on the bed.
"You told me that if we tried anything, the Brendon thing was over. But it looks like you can't do it." I spoke not looking at him, cause I knew I'd break if I did. Instead I focused on getting dressed again. He got up too and stood infront of me.
"I'll end it. I swear! Is that what you want to hear?" I looked up into his eyes, part of me wanting to believe him so bad.
"No... I wanna see you do it. But if you decide to stay with him, it's okay too." I put my shirt on, breaking eye contact and walked looking for my pants.
"I told you... I want you. I do..." He said again blocking my way, this time struggling to pull his boxers up. "I do..." He repeated, stroking my cheek.
The part of me that was scared yielded against the part that wanted to believe him and I gave in. I leaned close and kissed him softly, leading him back to bed. With no other words exchanged, we snuggled into each other. I held him tight against me, fearing he would leave before I woke up, but his just as eager embrace calmed me down enough to finally allow me to sleep.
I was nervous as always when I reached Brendon’s door. I knocked slowly. Then realized It was barely audible. He heard it though, and opened the door with a smile.
I melted.
“Hello There… Come on in. I ordered a few things, I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled at me again, and I noticed he had grilled cheese sandwiches and drinks waiting for us. I raised my eyebrow in a playful fashion and smiles at him. I couldn’t help it.
“Do you always take such good care of your conquests?” I asked amusement in my tone.
He laughed and shrugged. “Why not take care of them? You make it sound like I’m a gigolo or something.”
“Because you just admitted to having conquests!” I giggled and sat near him. He rolled his eyes.
“I bet you do too… Walking around, looking all hot and sexy…”
He smiled, and I bit my lip, completely entranced by it. “Oh my God. No. I’m innocent.” I giggled. “And let’s not go there Mr. ‘Hey, look at my lips, they’re all kissable and shit’” He laughed and poked his lips out into a pout, trying to see them. What an adorable nerd. I giggled. “See? Do you plan this adorableness?” I gazed at his mouth, unable to contain myself any longer and kissed his lips lightly. He smiled and kissed me back, lightly fingering the back of my neck.
That was all it took. Well… So much for snacking.
My arms automatically went up and around his neck as our kiss got deeper.
I whimpered his name when he pulled, or more like yanked me into his lap. So he wanted it a little rough, did he? I straddled him and immediately started grinding down hard, rocking against his crotch and pressing my chest to his.
Brendon licked my neck, and sucked in the secret spot there he’d discovered made me crazy. He grabbed the zipper on my (his) hoodie and yanked it down, revealing the barely there demi bra I’d squeezed my boobs into just for him.
I smirked at the expression on his face. “See something you like, boss?”
“Oh, do I?” He smirked and leaned forward, licking near the edges of the bra. He slid the hoodie down my shoulders, and then completely off, flinging it to the floor. “This seems painful…” He smirked again, reaching to unclasp my bra.
I bit my lip and arched toward him, waiting for his warm hands touch. “Not as painful as those jeans look down here…” I said, running my hand down his stomach, stopping right above the waist of his pants.
He groaned, making me smile down at him. “You have no idea… Help?” He pouted and I was all over him.
“You got it baby.” I whispered, undoing the button and bringing down the zipper. When I’d successfully gotten him loose, I eased my hand inside, rubbing against his cock. He was hard as concrete already. I bit my lip to hold my own moan and started moving my hand up and down slowly.
He groaned in response and tossed his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip while thrusting into my hand. “Tease…”
I smirked and pushed his pants over his hips and down his legs, letting them fall to his ankles before moving in. He sighed heavily when I licked the tip of his dick, savoring the salty taste of his precum before letting my mouth engulf him completely. He grumbled my name, and I moaned around his length, sucking him slow and steadily, determined to bring him over the edge before he fucked me. I swirled my tongue around, sucking him harder, then soft, trying to keep control as he bucked his hips wildly beneath me.
“Shit!” He cursed and gently nudged me off of him.
“What? Why did you stop?” I asked, breathily.
Brendon didn’t answer. He moved his hands over my shoulders and down my chest, cupping my breasts and rubbing his fingertips over the nipples. I kept my eyes open as he resumed undressing me, lifting each leg and removing my jeans and panties. He took my hand and pulled me over him as he lay back on the bed. I smiled and got set to straddle his hips, but he blocked my way. He shook his head and made a circular spin motion with his finger.
“Turn around…” He said, speaking seductively.
I shivered and turned, and Brendon grabbed my hips, adjusting me so my lower half hovered above his face. I bit back a moan as he guided me to his waiting tongue. He flicked and licked, nuzzling my sensitive nub with the tip of his nose and it felt so damn good I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing… Until I opened my eyes and saw the engorged muscle before me. Brendon cursed as I pulled his dick back into my mouth, sucking hard right from the start. I felt his breath hitch against the slickness of my skin and he began to thrust slowly.
“Fuck, Baby!” I moaned as he spread my lips and started sucking me.
I sucked, he licked, I moaned, he hissed until our orgasms claimed us at the same time, leaving me breathless, but definitely up for another round. I heard him giggle and I did too.
And then he asked me if I was tired. “No.” I said weakly, knees still trembling.
“Good.” He growled and pulled me by the hips from behind.
I moaned deeply as he sucked and nipped at the back of my neck playfully, and I felt his cock rise against my ass the more I wiggled. He used his hand to speed up the process, stroking himself with one hand, kneading my breast with the other. He cursed and grunted my name again, so I pushed back, inviting him to my entrance.
He paused, and I knew he was slipping the condom over his erection. I wished silently he would hurry. I wanted so much to feel him inside me again. In fact, I’d been looking forward to it all day. Good fuck, I knew this was just supposed to be about sex, but I found myself getting sucked deeper and deeper. I didn’t even look at any other guy the same way after I’d been with Brendon. And that, in the long run, would only get me hurt.
He entered swift and anxiously, gripping my hips and pulling me back on him. We kept going like that, rough and steady, until he whispered he was coming into my ear, sucking hard on my earlobe. I panted and moaned, thrusting myself against him as hard as I could. I whimpered and shuddered, coming fiercely just before Bren reached his peak.
I stayed completely still when we were done, Brendon still hovering over my back, the only sounds in the room were of us catching our breath and the gentle hum of the air conditioner working double time to cool our sweaty bodies.
He leaned over and lapped the sweat from the back of my neck, and I moaned softly. “Wow…”
“Yeah, holy fuck…” I breathed deeply, lying down flat on the bed. Brendon giggled and moved off of me, taking the warmth of his body with him.
“Sorry… Didn’t mean to crush you.” He said, kissing my shoulder. He was driving me crazy and he didn’t even know it. I buried my head into the pillow.
“It’s okay… Just… catching my breath.”
He laughed and hugged me close, turning my face to his and kissing me sweetly. I kissed him back hard, letting our tongues meet and explore. That was the moment I knew he had me. I’d do whatever he wanted me to without a second thought. And it scared me. We were only fuck buddies anyway, right?
“You know what? Maybe… maybe I should go.” I said to him, pulling away.
He gave me a shocked look. “But…but why?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Isn’t that what usually happens?”
He looked at me confused. Fuck, he’s so damn cute. “Why? No… I…”He smiled sweetly again. “I want you to stay.”
I must have lit up at the moment. I turned over and smiled back at him. “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”
He kissed me, the smile never leaving his face, and pulled me to his chest. I held in a blissful sigh and snuggled up to him until I was comfortable. “Night, Bren.”
He cuddled with me, securing the blankets over both of us and whispered, “Night, Angel.”
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Ch.5: Burn another bridge. Break another heart.
Two days after out hotel stay I stumbled out of my bunk, where Firith had slept with me the night before, and headed into the bathroom. I was being torn apart by my feelings for Brendon, and wanting to be with Firith. I loved him, but as my best friend. And I was ready to rid the both of us of this emotional crutch for good.
I showered hurriedly, and I waited until I knew for certain that both girls were gone before I finally caught up with him. He was sitting peacefully on the couch flipping through a magazine and sipping a can of red bull.
“Hey Bren, “ I began, “We need to talk.”
“Hey, what is it?” He smiled.
I sat down beside him and tried, unsuccessfully, to keep from fidgeting. “I think we should talk about… Just… moving on Bren.” He looked at me, obviously confused, but I really didn’t know how to say what I need to. I lowered my head, and mumbled back, “I’m talking about this. Us. I want to be with her, Bren. Serious.”
I glanced back up to find him staring. “I mean, you can have us both right?” The solemn look on his face slowly turned into a smirk. “She doesn’t have to know…”
I sighed and shook my head. “I would know. I don’t want it like that. I don’t want to hurt her later on.”
“Oh come ON… You said it yourself that this was just for fun! Besides, remember your last relationships? You sure you wanna go through that again?” Brendon groaned.
I really couldn’t argue there. I’d gone through some shitty relationships. “The fun is over Bren. I want more. And the rest is just something I’m going to risk. I’m not you, I can’t just toy with people’s emotions.”
“I don’t play with people’s emotions!”
I shook my head and stared at him. “You’re a predator with an innocent face, you and I both know it. You don’t even know who or what you want!”
Brendon blinked and crossed his arms defensively. “Why are you attacking me now? I do know what I want!”
“I’m not attacking you Brendon, I’m just saying… If you want this,” I said, pointing to myself, and then to him. “…then why are you stringing her along too?”
I noticed him try to hide the smirk crossing his face. God, he was such a whore. “What about her? She’s just a fuck. You know that. “
“Well then. You fuck her. Leave me out of it.” I said simply with a shrug.
“C’mon, you can’t be serious.” Brendon rolled his eyes and groaned again.
I was tired of it at this point. “Why are we even fighting about this? You don’t need me. And I want a real relationship. Not just having you warm my bed whenever you feel like it.” I sighed.
“Whenever I feel like it?” He challenged, raising his voice a little, “I did it cause you ASKED me. It happened because YOU wanted it!”
That part was only partly true. "Well, now I’m telling you I want to be with her, and just her. Whatever we were doing is finished, and you can go back to breaking girl’s hearts.” He threw his hands up in frustration.
“Fine! Go and get your heart broken… And I’m not a manwhore!”
I looked at him like he’d grown an extra head. What exactly would he call it then? “You are. And it’s too bad you don’t realize it. In fact, I don’t know why you care about MY feelings so much. Hell, what are you going to do when Kris finds out you’re playing her?”
“Okay, first of all, you’re my friend, so I guess I can worry about your feelings, and I’m not playing her! She knows what she’s doing with me…”
I raised an eyebrow then and sighed. “She does? You’re doing the same thing to her that you don’t want happening to me, Bren. Just think about her feelings okay?”
“Pppffttt! That’s the great thing about it Ryan, there’s no feelings between us, and even if there is, she knows she’s just a fuck and that this is just a game.”
With another roll of my eyes, I started to walk away. There was no getting through to him. And I felt bad for Firith’s friend, I really did. Not that I don’t like to mind my own business, but I seriously started thinking about giving Kris some sort of head-up about Bren. A warning…
He fell back onto the couch and growled sarcastically. ”Good luck Ryan,” Automatically going back to his magazine.
I stepped down the bus stairs, heading into the venue where I knew Firith would be. I couldn’t wait to tell her everything between Brendon and I was over, officially.
I slumped on the couch, flipping through the magazine pages in annoyance. Who the hell does he think he is? I think the curse speech in my mind would have been longer if it wasn't for Kris, who came from the back glaring at me and holding a water bottle. I knew immediately she had heard us, as she dumped the water on my lap.
“Wow, looks like you’ve lost both your toys in a matter of minutes haven’t you?”
She stormed out of the bus with that. I stood up and tried to dry myself, for a millisecond, before storming behind Kris.
"Hey..." I called, but she didn't stop. "Kris!!"
She huffed, and again didn't turn around. "Hey.... fuck off."
I ran faster and blocked her way. "Stop! please..." Kris rolled her eyes at me and crossed her arms, waiting. I really didn't know what to say, after all she had heard me and what I said. There was no point in denying it. "Look, I'm sorry if you thought this was going somewhere else..."
"Wait... what?" Kris shook her head giving me a weird look. "I don't give a shit about it going anywhere, Brendon. But I thought we were at least friends. You made me feel like shit just now." She started walking again. I groaned and blocked her way.
"But we are friends." I sighed. "I didn't say anything you didn't already know. And, hey! You could say the same about me!" I was really trying to make look what I said less hurtful, though I know I was failing for sure.
"Oh, fuck yourself. It was really fucking harsh. You know what? I'm sorry I even got in the middle of this shit." Kris' lips got tense, really tense... There was no way I was getting away with this.
"Fine then. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you caught in the middle, okay?"
"You're full of shit, Urie, but whatever..." She said looking bored and playing with her hair. I didn't have time for drama, this was supposed to be just about sex and I was actually having fun with it. Maybe too much fun... I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, knowing I had to end it.
"Maybe--- I shouldn't have dragged you into this." I looked down, trying to pick my words carefully. "You wanna stop?"
"I'm not going to let you use me..." Kris sighed and looked down too, biting her lip, making me realize there were things she wasn't telling me. And I'm not so sure I wanted to know them. I lifted her face up.
"Hey, it's okay. We'll stop. Back to being... your boss, I guess."
She nodded and said almost in a whisper. "Yeah." Then a pause, then a cough. "And as an employee I guess I should go do something. Want breakfast?" She asked with no clear emotion on her face. I don't know why it made me feel really sad. I shook my head as response.
"No, you go and eat. I'll just--- be on the bus." I tried to smile, but not even a fake one managed to form.
"Okay. Send a message if you need me." Kris turned and walked off.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked back to the bus, realizing that what Kris said when pouring water on my crotch was true.
I crawled inside my bunk feeling suddenly lonely, thing I hadn't felt in AGES. I always had someone there, someone I could call, someone to, as Ryan so kindly put it, keep my bed warm. I sighed and flipped through my cellphone, reading the endless list there, but this time I didn't feel like calling anyone.
The uncomfortable feeling followed me around the next few days, giving me funny stomachaches at the sight of Ryan with Firith and making me stutter and fall quiet when talking to Kris. The latter bringing me to a sudden realization: I fucking missed them.
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Ch.6: Facing something I never had to deal with.
After I hurried out of the shower I lunged for my suitcase trying to find something at least decent enough to wear in a club.
Hey, I'm supposed to be working, not clubbing during this tour! But Ryan asked me to go out with him... and I said yes. How could I say no to that face? Especially since he broke up, or something like that, with Brendon?
Which brings me to another issue: the sulking whore sitting on the bed, looking like a large and sad rag doll, sighing and trying to apply make up, even when she smeared it every two seconds rubbing her eyes.
I really didn't know what to say to her, cause I knew what Brendon was doing and I didn't tell her. I should have... but I didn't.
Now I was dragging her to the club just to see if she could distract herself from thinking in that manwhore at least for a night, and maybe get her drunk enough to stop crying in the middle of the night, which was annoying enough.
Kris sighed. "This is hopeless..."
"C'mon..." I sad finally pulling some clothes and falling by her side, getting the jeans on. "That's enough if crying over that bastard."
"What's the point? I still have to look at him every ten minutes. It's not making it any better."
"Well, sadly, it IS your job... You can't afford to lose it."
"I know." She shook her head sadly and tossed the eyeliner away. "Ugh! He's such a stupid, stupid... dog!! And look at me, I'm pathetic..." Kris buried her hands in her curls.
"You're not, you're just hurt." I said rubbing her back. "I can kick him in the balls if you want me to..."
Kris chuckled. "I should have called you after I poured that ice water all over them." Then she burst into giggles. "It would have been worse!"
"I would have LOVED to see that actually!!" I giggled along for a while. "Now, come on..." I picked the eyeliner up and handed it to her again. "Finish making yourself pretty and you'll get some boy tonight while Brendon is miserable and drunk in a corner." She smiled.
"Okay... since you put it THAT way..." Kris chuckled and went back to applying make up while I resumed my dressing up.
I wasn't actually kidding with the miserable, drunk Brendon comment. Cause being insomniac gets you to know a lot of things that people do when they think everyone is asleep. And Brendon wasn't any better than Kris as much as he tried to hide it during the day. But I guess he deserved it... and yes, I'm biased.
A few minutes later we were ready to go and as on cue, there was a knock on the door. It was Ryan, who smiled at us when I opened the door.
""Hey ladies... Are you ready?"
"I am..." I said smiling back and looking at Kris. She sighed.
"I guess I am too." She answered with a half smile.
Ryan smiled widely at us again. "Great! Let's go have some fun, okay?"
"Okay!" I said cheerfully, which was weird enough for me, linking my hand with Ryan. Kris rolled her eyes at me and followed us out of the room.
After a short and silent ride in the van, we arrived to the small club and made our way in, settling in one of the tables and asking for drinks for everyone. We were chatting and drinking for a while, till Ryan pulled my arm away from the table and to the dance floor. It was weird, cause he doesn't really dance, but at least he was trying... and the buzz certainly helped. I eyed Kris on the table, sitting across a quiet Brendon who was nursing maybe his fifth rum. Kris rolled her eyes at him and stood up making way for the bar and I lost sight of her, though I did notice Brendon knock down his glass and get another one before shrugging them off as Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, nudging my nose with his and kissing me deeply.
How the hell did I fall so fast for this one, I don't know... I hated the butterflies in my stomach every time we were together and being so damn smiley wasn't really my thing. But I couldn't help it. Especially when he told me the "Brendon thing" was over... damn... I wanted to believe this one would work so badly...
Before long we were making out, obviously turned on as the kisses grew eager and needy, Ryan growling in his throat, pulling me even closer. Dammit! I just wanted to get out of there! But I knew I couldn't let things get to far... not yet. So I broke the kiss, leaving us both breathless. Ryan looked at me with those big brown pleading eyes, but before I could say or do anything, Kris squeezed my arm and dragged me away!
I raised an eyebrow as Kris dragged Firith away, heading for the bathroom. Or at least I think. After she pulled her away, it seemed as if the crowd opened up and swallowed them whole. With a sigh, I sat back down in the booth and glanced at my best friend.
Brendon sat slumped in his seat, his hands grasping the new glass the waitress sat in front of him sloppily. I felt really bad for what was happening to him, especially when I was so happy. I hadn’t meant for Kris to find out the way she did, and I was actually thinking of telling her… But I didn’t want it to be that way. Maybe if he’d actually had the chance to tell her the truth…
“Bren,” I said, pushing the glass away from him. “I think you should slow down a little.”
He surprised me by snatching the glass back from me and gulping down half the contents. “Why are you so worried about me NOW?” He spat viciously.
“Because I love you, dummy. Even when you’re being a selfish twat. So put that shit away. I’m not muscled enough to carry your drunk ass out of here tonight.” I told him jokingly, pushing the glass away again. He stared at me, with sad eyes, and I felt a horrible tugging at my heart.
“You do?”
I recovered quickly though, giving him the first answer to reach the tip of my tongue. “ Yeah,I care what happened to you… We’re best friends. Right?”
I noticed him bite his lip before lowering his voice to a whisper.”Yeah… Best friends…”
The tugging at my heart’s strings was back. I felt so bad about the pain I was so obviously causing. And if he was just playing on my emotions, he was doing a damn good job at it.
“Bren…Come on.” I said softly, covering his hand with my own unintentionally.
I was shocked by his next action as he swallowed hard and stared at me. He paused, then grabbed my face and kissed me hard and forcefully. My eyes widened and I held my hands on the table awkwardly.
“Bren… I don’t think… this is a good idea…” I mumbled against his mouth. Bren responded by pulling me closer.
“Shhh!” He shushed me, kissing me again and fingering the back of my neck gently. I could barely stand it, and he knows it. I was weak, and let him kiss me, even moaning into the kiss as he continued on my neck.
“Anyone could see us here…” I mumbled.
“Who cares?” He answered. I knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer as he kissed my neck, running his hand down my chest and stomach, only stopping when he reached the top of my jeans.
“Bren…” I grunted. I fought with myself internally. He’d looked so damn sad… I sighed, and gave in. The boy was going to be the death of me. “Okay… fine. Fine. Just… not right here in the open. Okay?” I managed to hiss, brushing his hair from his forehead.
He looked back to me with glazed eyes, his face beaming, and kissed me again gently. He took my hand, and the sea of party-goers opened up again, this time for the two of us, as Brendon led me out the back door and into the parking lot.
I smiled as he pushed me against the wall, and caressed his cheek, just happy to see him smile again. "I haven’t seen you smile like that in days…”
“Well…” He began, caressing my cheek. “I kinda missed you.” I moaned slightly as Bren attacked my neck, fingering the skin underneath my shirt just as the waistband of my jeans as he pressed himself close.
“I’m sorry…” I sighed under his touch, biting down on my lip as I felt him start to harden.
Bren pulled away and fumbled with my jeans, sneaking a hand inside and snickering at my failure to wear undies. “How convenient... but oh well, you never wear them anyways....” He ran his fingers across my length, sucking on the sensitive part of my neck.
“Aww jeez Bren… No fair. You know that’s my…fuck…” I groaned, my knees shaking and hips bucking to his touch. He smiled against my neck and looked at me with a smirk.
“I know that…” He said and fell to his knees. Brendon pulled my pants down just enough to pull my dick out and licked the tip of it, just how I loved it.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned, letting my head hit the hard concrete wall behind me. I moaned as he sucked me lightly, slurping and stroking me quickly. Brendon teased my sack with the tips of his fingers, sucking me even deeper into his throat. “Ughh, fuck! Bren! Fuck!” I whined, moaning loudly, thrusting and pressing my hands against the wall. I closed my eyes and let him suck me, thrusting and grinding my hips, losing all sense of wrong doing and guilt, only knowing that he needed me, and fuck, it felt too good to stop…
I got so into Bren sucking me that I never even heard the door open, or the click of heeled shoes on the pavement approaching us...
Brendon kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down my shaft until he suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and realized me was pulled away… By Firith! I gasped, knowing I’d been caught red-handed with no real explanation. She stepped closer to me and smacked me across the cheek. HARD.
“You’re a fucking asshole! And you both deserve each other!” She screamed at me, turning on her heel to leave, taking a misty eyed glaring Kris with her.
“Fuck!” I said, tucking myself back into my pants and leaning my forehead against the wall.
How the fuck was I going to get out of it this time?
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Ch.7: On trial for something I didn't do
I entered the bus for the 10th time that day. Seriously... I didn't last in there for more than 5 mins as you could cut the tension with a butter knife. But now, the tension was being held at the venue lounge, so at least I could have a little peace now. I slumped on the couch thinking of the previous days events... one'd think things would have settled by now, but no. Things weren't getting any better. If all, they were getting worse.
Ryan was giving me the cold shoulder, not even talking to me and sending messaged through a reluctant Spencer, who already knew everything, and Jon, who was pretty much clueless and I think he wanted to be by choice. It was hurtful enough to have Ryan glaring at me every five seconds, but compared to what he was being put through, his hate was a vacation.
If I was getting a cold shoulder, Ryan was getting the fucking Ice Age from Firith, and so was I. It was really impressive to see her act like nothing happened infront of everyone else. But the looks in her face when she addressed us (me and Ryan) was, for lack of a better word, scary. No emotion at all, just this dead, cold stare with a raised eyebrow. And everytime Ryan's face flinched painfully.
Then he'll follow her around trying to talk to her and she'd act like he didn't even exist, which made him crawl into his bunk and just lie there for hours. Once I tried to get in there with him and apologize, or do something, but I was kicked out. Literally. So I didn't try it again.
Then, it was Kris. I guess she couldn't ignore my existance or to be the ice queen like her friend. Instead she would just press her lips together really hard and do whatever she was supposed to do in silence. I had the feeling she did that to keep herself from slapping the hell out of me. I tried everytime to make at least everyday conversation, ask her how she was, how she had slept,if she wanted breakfast, lunch or anything. She never said a word back, either she's shrug, nod or shake her head, but not a fucking word!! I don't know why I was so decided to make her at least talk to me again. Okay... I do know why. Maybe I was convinced that all between us was nothing more than sex, but that was never all. We actually spent a lot of time together, being random and laughing. And even when the sex was great, I missed spending all that time with her. I wanted us to be friends again...
I was trying to think of someway to do that when Kris herself stepped into the bus. With nothing but a glare in my direction, she walked to the bunk area and I followed her.
"Hey."
She stopped, but didn't turn. "What?" She spat. One word!!!
"Umm... hi... How are you?" Me... stammering... I should seriously kick myself.
"What can I do for you Bre... Mr. Urie?" She said with a sigh, which I copied.
"Kris, please... please, please, please!" I said standing infront of her. "Tell me what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
She stared back blankly. "What do you want from me?" I sighed again, hanging my head.
"Look, I know I've been an asshole..."
"Damn right..." She muttered rolling her eyes.
"I have, but... I..." I huffed and ran a hand through my hair. "I kinda miss you, Kris. And I don't want... you... to hate me."
Kris snorted. "What was there to miss exactly, Brendon? I mean, I was just a fuck, in your exact words."
"Yeah-- I mean, no!" I leaned on the wall and hit my head, hard, not really knowing how to say what I wanted to say. "It-it was more than that." I watched her biting my lip as she gulped and shook her head.
"Don't... Just don't, okay? I know you're just... missing Ryan or something..."
I shook my head as she did. "No... I mean, I do miss him, but you're not him... It's completely different."
For a breif second, Kris looked at me, then looked away and rubbed her eye. "It's hard for me to trust you." She said with a sigh.
"I know, but---" I lifted her head up working my best sweet face. The only difference was that this time I actually meant it. "Can we try to work it out? As friends..."
I stared at her hopefully, watching as she took a deep breath and bit her lip. It seemed to be an eternity till she actually replied. "Okay. As friends."
The first real smile I had in days formed in that exact moment. I couldn't figure out yet why it felt like taking a weigh off my shoulders. No, Kris wasn't Ryan... She was something and someone totally different. And even when with Ryan everything was always great, at least till 2 weeks ago, part of me wanted to make with Kris something even better... How cheesy is that?
Even after Brendon’s sugar sweet pleading, and the look of sincerity (Or supposed sincerity, I couldn’t tell you yet…), I knew I still had to be cautious with him. The feelings I had were still there, but had to be pushed back for the time being. WAY back. I just didn’t want to expect too much and get hurt again.
Besides, the friend thing sounds just perfect right now…
We never got to begin a new conversation, and were just standing there awkwardly glancing at each other when Ryan and Firith came in.
Arguing.
“I already told you I was sorry, what else do you want me to say?” Ryan said as Firith climbed the stairs and he followed closely.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance. “There’s nothing you can say. You fucking promised me that it was over.”
I turned towards Ryan, a distraught expression on his face. “It… it was! It IS! It was… an accident.”
Firith snickered sarcastically and raised an eyebrow. ”An accident? You accidentally got your dick stuck in Brendon’s mouth? Geez! What was he doing, using your zipper as dental floss?” My own eyes widened as I held in a giggle.
Ryan stammered and cast his head down, unable to look at either of them. “No! I just… I felt really bad…” He sighed, running his hand through his hair.
I bit my lip and looked over at Brendon. Firith sighed again, and finally noticed we were standing there. She gave Brendon a cold look and made her way to the back of the bus.
I shrugged and shook my head. “You did this.” I said to Brendon. Ryan rolled his eyes.
“Oh, you two are talking again? Fuck everything up for me with your puppy dog eyes and then you go back to sweet talking the chick?” He stared at Brendon angrily. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Brendon DID have a lot to do with what happened the other night, but fucking hell, he didn’t force Ryan to allow him to suck him off.
Brendon looked at Ryan and then lowered his head to the floor. “I said I was sorry.”
“Whatever…” Ryan snarled before turned to me. “I hope you know what you’re setting yourself up for. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.” I raised an eyebrow at him and folded my arms, Ryan glared at both of us and shoved his hand through his hair.
“I said I was sorry! I never meant to fuck you up. I was just…drunk and needy…” Brendon sighed. “I never meant to hurt anyone.” He finished in a small voice.
Maybe I just didn’t want things to be fucked up anymore. After all, this was my job… But then again, maybe it was the lingering feelings I had for him, but I believed what he said, and from the softening expression on Ryan’s face, so did he. He sighed again deeply and walked away, going to either climb into his own bunk, or stalk Firith, who I could tell wanted nothing to do with him at the moment.
“He’ll come around.” I said to Brendon, biting on my lip and staring down the bus hall after Ryan.
“Honestly? I know he will… But I’m still worried about him.” Brendon sighed, slumping onto the couch. “Maybe I should do something…”
“Something like?” I stared at him curiously, leaning against the wall.
“…Talk… to… her.” He stammered looking a little pale.
“Um… wow. Uh… Good luck with that, you know?” I coughed. I had no idea if he was ready to deal with Firith yet. She wasn’t nicknamed the Ice Queen for nothing…
He paused, looking like he was deep in thought. “She’ll bite my head off right?”
“And spit you out.” I giggled. He shuddered, making me giggle again. “Yeah, I think you better hold off on that.”
Later I tried to comfort Brendon the best I could and try to convince him everything would work out. He seemed to feel a little better about it as we watched TV on the couch together until he finally fell asleep. Tired myself, I nodded off while some crazy bitch on My Super Sweet 16 screamed about her birthday car.
I tossed and turned, yawning as I woke up in the middle of the night that night. I took my time regaining my eye’s focus and stretching in my bunk before climbing out. I knew I was going to be awake for a while, because I just hadn’t been able to sleep lately. Deciding I was thirsty, I headed for the front area, and paused when I heard hushed voices coming from there…
“And you think that you talking to me is going to make it all better?!? Your so-called charm doesn't work with me, Urie.” I heard Firith’s voice say. I covered my mouth with a couple of my fingers and tried to move as close as I could to hear them talking without actually being at risk to be caught.
Brendon sighed. “Please, just listen to him...”
“I can't fucking believe he sent you to talk to me.” She answered with a shake of her head, pacing on the lounge.
“He didn't! He doesn't even know I wanted to talk to you! It's just... I'm worried about him. He's a fucking wreck!!”
I couldn’t believe Brendon was actually risking her wrath to try and straighten things out between us. Better yet, talking to her at all! This wasn’t like Brendon. Maybe he really was changing…
“He brought that on himself…” Firith said coldly.
Brendon bit his lip before responding. “ It wasn't his fault...”
“I'm well aware of the hold you have on him, Urie. You seem to have it on everyone but a few immune to your fake smile and puppy eyes,” I saw Brendon flinch before she went on. ”But you didn't force him to do anything. He did it because he wanted.”
Brendon shook his head. “No... he did it because I wanted.” I found myself nodding from the hidden spot I was in.
“And that's supposed to make it better?”
“ Yeah...maybe...I don't fucking know! Just, please, talk to him. And start all over. Kris and I did...” Firith sighed and began biting her lip after he said this, and I watched with sad eyes, biting down on the tip of my finger, waiting for her answer.
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Ch.8 Don't stop this before it begins
I stood there chewing my lip thinking about what Brendon said. Yeah, Kris and him started over as he pointed out, but what they had wasn't the same. I shook my head and spoke in a softer tone.
"No, Brendon. Cause what you and Kris had based on sex. This supposedly wasn't." I bit my lip, working hard to keep a straight face and dry eyes, cause I just wanted to cry and yell and maybe even kick Brendon or just something to let out all the rage and frustration. I took a deep breath and blinked the tears away. "You talking to me isn't going to change anything. He's the one who will have to decide what he really wants and prove he's willing to make at least an effort for it."
Brendon scratched his head and looked down. "He wants you... you already know that. He's had a crush on you forever, but... he just didn't dare doing anything." I sighed and looked down, dwelling on what he said when I heard a growl I recognized as Ryan.
He came from the back area, arms folded and leaned on the wall. "Listen to the sniveling, gossiping little fucker. He's telling you the truth." I saw Brendon roll his eyes before turning to Ryan.
"I don't think any of you have enough credibility as it is. Brendon could be very well covering your ass and lying for you." I said crossing my arms.
"I was only kidding around... But at least you know he's telling the truth." Ryan bit his lip and looked down. We stood there in silence for a moment in which Brendon scurried away and left us. I took yet another deep breath.
"Okay... Then prove it." I spoke maintaining the straightest face and voice I could manage, looking directly at him, who looked back questioningly.
"H-how?"
I shrugged. "I don't know... it's your call."
"I don't know what else to do. You see there's nothing there. And he actually wanted to help me get you back."
"Yeah, but I wanna see you risking that. It's you who has to... 'win me back' or whatever, not him." I spat back making airquotes.
"Okay... I'll prove it." He said calling Brendon again and staring at me from his spot on the wall. I rolled my eyes already annoyed by all this. We waited a couple of seconds before Brendon came back into sight looking at Ryan.
He gulped. "Tell her Bren. We're done now. Aren't we? For good." Brendon sighed and rubbed his eyes, opening his mouth to speak, but I interrupted.
"See? You are missing the whole point here. Is not something you say, it's something you actually do. Cause you said it was over and then I find you getting sucked. So basically what you say has no importance at all."
"What else do you want? I'm here. He's here and I'm looking both of you in the eye and I'm giving my word!" Ryan shook his head and ran a hand over his hair, huffing. "It's over." He repeated looking at me, while Brendon leaned on a wall looking at us both.
"It is..." Bren added. "Completely over." I looked at both of them and nodded, falling in another awkward silence in which Brendon scurried off again, patting his friend's shoulder. Ryan and I looked at eachother, both biting our own lip.
Ryan offered a small smile. "See?"
"Yeah..." I breathed out, still unsure of everything, but wanting to trust him. I looked down and crossed my arms again, internally fighting with myself.
"I want... I want to be with you. I want you to give me another chance. Just one more chance. That's all I'll need to prove myself." He said stepping close to me. I looked at him as he pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, already giving in... which happened when he kissed me. A sweet light kiss with his hands cupping my face. I dropped my arms to my sides, allowing him to step even closer. My mind was screaming for me to push him away, but I couldn't. Instead I wrapped my arms around him and deepened the kiss, walking him back and gripping his shoulders. I pushed him hard, making him squeak when his back hit the wall. Still digging my fingers on his upper arm I stared at him, gritting my teeth.
"I fucking hate you, you know that?"
Ryan grunted and gently grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my mouth back to his for another hungry kiss. "Liar..."
"I do..." I kissed him again. "I really do..."
We kissed again. "But you can't stop kissing me? Makes sense."
I pulled away and sighed. "I do... Cause every fucking annoying effect Brendon has or had on you, you have it on me." Pause. "I hate you for making me so fucking weak. For making me give in so easily..."
He smiled slowly, "Give in then. Take me. I'm yours." I smiled as well, hugging him close and kissing him hard, making out against the wall. After a moment, Ryan gripped my hips and lifted me from the floor.
"Come to bed with me." He asked, kissing the tip of my nose. I giggled.
"If you carry me there..." We kissed again and he tugged playfully my lower lip.
"I will..."
So he did, and we snuggled into eachother comfortably, making out till we finally drifted to sleep. The first night of real sleep both of us had in days.
The next morning, after dressing I noticed it was unusually quiet. Had everyone gone and left me? I sighed and headed for the front, pulling the cabin door and closing it behind me as I stepped on the other side. That’s when I saw Brendon, sitting at the table, hunched over his cereal bowl. He didn’t look totally miserable, but he didn’t look happy either. A part of me really wanted to leave him sitting there and race through the bus and out the door to freedom, but I knew I couldn’t. He was my friend.
And he looked like he needed one.
I walked forward and dropped into the seat across from him, fooling around absently with my phone, and trying to keep from getting lost in his gaze.
“Are you alright today?” I asked quietly.
I kept my eyes on him as he shrugged, picking over his cereal but not once looking up at me.
“Yeah, I guess…”
I chuckled. “Well, you don’t sound alright. And you certainly don’t look alright either. Wanna talk about it? I have some time.”
He sighed and forced a tiny smile, but I noticed he still hadn’t looked me in the eyes. “I’ll be fine. Want some cereal?”
I bit my lip, half of me wishing he’d just let me in, just so I could help and be there for him. But if he didn’t want to talk, I wasn’t going to push him, so I shook my head, resting my chin on my elbows on the table.
“Nah, I’m good…I’d rather wait for lunch. Have you seen Firith?”
He took a large bite of his breakfast and swallowed. “She’s out… With Ryan.” I followed his pointed finger to the window and took a small glance out of it.
‘Well, I’ll be damned…’ I thought as I watched the two of them canoodling and exchanging small kisses on the side of the bus. I smirked, then turned back to Brendon, who was shoveling more cereal into his mouth. “Did you…? Wait, never mind, it’s none of my business I guess…”
He smiled a little. “Wanna know if I talked to her? Yeah, I did… And Ryan was hiding and listening from back there.”
I was taken aback and I’m sure my eyes grew a little wider. I wanted to ask a whole shit load more questions, but I knew I shouldn’t for many reasons. One being that my whole respect level just grew about six inches for him, and I knew he had to be feeling a little bad.
At first I chuckled, imagining Ryan’s skinny ass spying and hiding like a ninja, then I frowned and bit my lip, speaking softly. “How does that make you feel?”
He shrugged his shoulders again. “I have no idea…” Another deep breath and a sigh came next. “I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”
I really wondered at that moment how deep his feelings really went for Ryan. For sure, deep enough to make me swallow the feelings I had for him.
I was at a loss of words so I just sank back in the chair, biting my lip hard. He kept chomping the cereal and I knew then the best thing I could do was leave him alone with his thoughts.
“Well, since you don’t feel like talking… I guess I’m gonna… gonna take off.” I wiped my hands on my pants and stumbled over the words I tried to use carefully.
He snapped his head up, gulping down a huge amount of cereal and almost choking on it.
“Kris…” He coughed. My eyes widened in alarm and stepped towards him. “Sorry…” He added, coughing some more, then took a deep, clearing breath. “Don’t go… I’m sorry, but I just don’t wanna talk about it yet.”
I kept watching him, looking into those lonely, sad puppy eyes of his and I felt like melting all over again. “I understand.” I said with a nod. I wanted to comfort him, let him know that he still had me… Dismissing the thought with a slight shake of my head, I smiled brightly. “Well then. Looks like I’ve got another job to do today. Getting you cheered up! Are you ready for that, Urie?”
He giggled, the large grin spreading across his face making me smile harder. “Cheer me up huh? Does it cost extra?”
I laughed and shook my head. “It should! I see I’ve got a very exhausting job ahead of me!”
“Thank you!” Brendon answered with another giggle. “ You just said I look miserable! Thank you very much!”
“You’re welcome.” I winked. “Now go get dressed so you can have the wonderful experience of having me dote on you ALL day. Just so you feel special. Oh yeah, I know I’m amazing, you don’t have to remind me…” I giggled.
He laughed again and stood up from his seat. “You’re so cute!” He pinched my cheeks, making me giggle and then disappeared behind the cabin door to get dressed.
The smile disappeared from my face as I sighed and cleaned the table, gearing up for a long day of keeping Brendon company and his mind off of Firith and Ryan.
But just how much longer could I keep playing this game with myself?
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Ch 9. I wanna give you something better
I stepped down the stage with the fans screams slowly fading away. Grinning and smiling I turned to greet the guys for another great show, but someone was missing... missing right in front of my face I might add.
The grin I had was slowly turning into something between a frown and a pout at the sight of Firith jumping into Ryan's arms. As they had done for the past two weeks at every show. And everytime I felt extremely jealous.
I sighed and bit my lip, plastering another grin on my face before turning and heading for the dressing room with the guys. Anyone would think I was jealous of the new couple cause I actually had feelings for Ryan... I know she did. She being the girl fixing our meet and greet outfits, who smiled and said hi to the guys and made me smile for real. She, who greeted me in her merry way making me giggle like a school girl. She... the only real reason I was jealous of Ryan.
Ryan was right. I didn't know what I wanted, but when he got what he wanted I knew I wanted the same thing. Just seeing him smile, hear him giggle, to watch him glow on stage cause he knew someone was waiting for him on the back. That's what I'm jealous of... him having someone loving him back.
And as I watched Kris shove Jon into the shower and get some water bottles into the fridge I knew who I wanted that person waiting for me backstage to be. Too bad I had ruined my chance so soon...
I got so caught up in my thoughts and watching her that I didn't really noticed she was walking straight to me till we bumped.
"Plan on showering anytime soon, Urie? Or are you gonna stand there looking goofy all night?" Kris said with a giggle as she tossed a towel at me.
"Haha... Unless you want me to share the shower with Spencer, I think I'll have to wait and look goofy for 5 more minutes."
Kris laughed. "Ooh kinky... Are you okay?" She asked, hands on her hips. "Have you been getting high behind the bus again?"
I rolled my eyes just to amuse her. "No... actually it was in the front."
Kris gasped, putting her hand on her chest. "And you didn't bother to share? I'm hurt B-den. seriously." She added with a pout and a fake sniffle.
"Aaww... I'll remember to call you next time. Even when you looked really cute drooling on the couch to wake you up and tell you!" I giggled followed by her.
"Cute while drooling? You're definitely the strangest boy I've ever met."
"You just look cute when you sleep, you can spare me the drooling." I smiled to her this time and almost got lost in watching her if it wasn't for Spencer coming out of the bathroom.
"Girls out! I need to get dressed!" He yelled covering himself with the towel... 3 towels. Kris and I giggled and I nearly died laughing when she snapped his ass with a towel.
"For what? You have all the same shit I've got." She said with a playful grin that made Spencer glare at her.
"Oh God, Spence get some clothes on!" A beaming Ryan said walking into the room at the same time Firith popped her head in.
"Kris, get your ass here!" Firith said beaming as well and blowing kisses to Ryan as both girls exited the room.
I gripped the towel in my hand. "I should shower then." I said to no one in particular. Ryan waved out the door smiling and sighed before looking at me.
"Yeah, you should shower. You're a sweaty mess, my friend."
I raised an eyebrow. "A sweaty mess?" I smelled my own armpits and shook my shirt. "Mmm...no more than usual."
Ryan giggled. "Calm down, bro. You're so serious lately." I rolled my eyes and walked for the bathroom.
"Okay, I better hurry. I'd invite you in, but, you know... you can't!" I said chuckling and closing the door behind me, seeing him scratch him head and go on his overly happy little way to the couch.
I sighed, wishing it was me with that grin all over my face. I closed my eyes and let the water hit me, making me think of Kris... Kris in the shower... Kris in the hotel... Kris in the bus bathroom... Kris on the picnic tables... Kris stealing my candy... Kris sipping soda... Kris falling asleep in my arms...
I glanced at Firith as we went to hang out under a set of benches under the shade. She was smiling from ear to ear. And to be quite honest, it was fucking annoying me. "Oh my fucking god, stop grinning and shit!"
But she didn’t. Firith just stopped, and giggled at me. “What the fuck? Why? Let me be! Should I glare at you instead?” She continued to giggle as I rolled my eyes.
“Just sayin’. Everyone does NOT share you and the toothpick’s joy right now.” Firith raised an eyebrow, giving me the side eye.
“And just because someone else is miserable I should be miserable too? Especially when that person could stop feeling miserable and refuses to?”
There was nothing I could say in response to that, so I kicked at the ground and mumbled.
“I didn't say you had to be miserable... and you don't understand." I pouted. She didn’t get it. She had everything she wanted. And I had nothing.
Firith patted me on the shoulder. “You really think I don't get it? Let's see... you are totally hooked up, and on that “manwhore” Bren-Bren, who is a bisexual bastard, and we all know that... And even when he broke your heart you fight to keep him happy cause half of the tour knows he's feeling a little less than miserable lately. And you think it's cause of Ryan…”
I sighed. “Pfft, I get paid for that. And it IS because of Ryan. Brendon's jealous of you. I see it whenever you and Ryan come around together. That bisexual bastard is still in love with YOUR boyfriend.”
“You don't get paid to keep him happy, You get paid to pick up his clothes and make sure he doesn't look like shit. Which he has been a lot lately… And actually, he glares at Ryan, not me…”
“I know, and I do it anyway because I want to see him happy.“ I sighed again and placed my head in my hands. “I just wish I wasn't so hung up on him still. I’m so stupid!”
I started to feel sorry for myself. How in the fuck did I let myself fall for a guy like Brendon?
Firith sighed herself and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You know, we should go out and get you a nice looking guy so you can get laid. I don’t know if that's gonna help you forget Brendon, but it will feel good when he "mysteriously" finds out and wants to kill him self!” She grinned.
My eyes widened, and I finally blinked. “No! I don't want some OTHER fucking asshole. I want THAT one and I can't have him. And I don't want him to die a slow and painful death either. Fuck my life!”
“The slow painful death sounds good to me though…” I noticed Firith biting her own lip as she rubbed my back comfortably.
“It would to you!" I said with a snicker. "Don't be so hard on him. He's left Ryan alone. And plus, he helped you two get together. That has to count for something.”
“Yeah, and that's the main reason I don't think he's in love with Ryan…” She replied just as they boys approached our table. “Okay, I have to go…” She added, staring at Ryan again with that goofy ass grin on her face. Ryan took her hand and led her away as they gave each other googly eyes.
Disturbing…
Brendon walked closer to the table and finally sat down right beside me.
“Hey... um... I was wondering, what are you doing tonight?”
I rolled my eyes at the lovebirds and then rolled them again and smiled at Bren. “Hey, um. the same thing I do every night. why? You want to get high?” I grinned.
He grinned back at me. “Not really. But we could get high and… I don’t know, just be around… Maybe talk. About … things….“ He turned his eyes away from mine and gazed off.
I shrugged, not because I understood, but fuck I was confused. Why must this boy makes things so damn difficult?
“Okay. Sounds like the usual. Is corona needed for this occasion?” I asked, trying to follow his gaze without him noticing. He smiled and looked back at me.
“I have a stash under my bed, but don't tell anyone!”
I giggled. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. As long as you share.”
Brendon chuckled. “You’re invited to my bed anytime!…” He coughed and his eyes got wide. “I mean, under it… if you want…” H blushed and looked away again.
If I hadn’t been sorta of pissed and thinking that he was eluding to us fucking again I would have thought it was adorable.
“Um... Okay…” I replied, sitting silent for a second. “Why is this so awkward?”
“I don’t know…” Brendon chuckled, then paused. “I better get going though., and… see you later I guess. Since we’re not moving tonight.”
I rubbed my eye and bit down on my lip hard. “Okay, yeah. see you later.” I looked at him and forced a tiny smile. I realized I was more pissed at myself then. Because I’d do whatever he wanted me to do… Including being his friend with benefits again.
He looked down at me from his standing position, staring and making me blush.
I blinked again. “Oh my god, what?” I giggled. “Get out of here already, silly!”
Brendon coughed again nervously and smiled. “Yeah… sorry. Bye.” He said to me, trotting off in the direction I’d seen Ryan and Firith head off in.
I sat there and stared after him. Chastising and mentally abusing myself for being so fucking in love with the idiot.
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Ch 10. Sweet Kiwi
Days went by and I was beginning to get tired of seeing Brendon so upset. After a particular intense stare-off between the two of us one afternoon, I decided to do just that. I left Firith in the back lounge of our bus, and headed out where I knew he would be. As luck would have it, Bren was sitting in the same spot I’d left him thirty minutes before, at the table in the kitchenette staring ahead at the wall blankly.
I sat down across from him with a sigh, and studied his face.
“Hey. What’s going on with you?” I asked him after a brief silence.
He looked up at me blankly. “Nothing…”
“You’re lying.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Talk to me. I want to help.”
Brendon put his head to the table. “No, you can't... I already screwed up.”
“Oh fuck, Bren. Get over it already. There’s not sense in sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Do something to try and fix whatever it is you fucked up!”
He sighed then and I could tell his lips were about to form his trademark pout. “I can't... Not when she thinks I'm in love with you! Not that I can blame her really, every time I look at you I get jealous anyways.”
I got confused. Was he admitting to be in love with me? "Well... I mean. I know the feelings will always be there Bren.. but... it's not going to happen. I'm happy. And you deserve to be too."
He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, you little self centered doll. First of all, I have to say you were right. I didn't know what I wanted. But now I do. And it’s NOT you. It’s just that I'm fucking tired of seeing you all smiley and happy cause that's what I want and I know exactly who I want it with. But, as I said, she thinks I'm in love with you. And I fucked up so bad with her.” He put his head back down again and I almost laughed.
"Oh." I lowered my head and blushed a little at my own cockiness. "Just talk to her! Chicks like honesty, you know. Come clean and tell her everything you just told me. If you need me to try, I will. You know I want you to be happy."
Bren looked at me pitifully and then came the pouting. “I know! But every time I try to talk to her about it, I babble! Besides she doesn't look interested either. She scurries off when I wanna touch her or makes sure we're never alone.”
I rolled my eyes when he ended with another sigh. “What the hell? Do you know nothing about women? It's because she totally likes you, and it makes her uncomfortable cause you're a manwhore." I grinned.
He glared at me. “I'm not! …Well, maybe a little…”
I giggled. "No, a LOT! But seriously. Just calm your ass down and try it. Take deep breaths and all that shit if you need to. She loves you she'll understand your nervousness. Now get your ass up and get out. Your future ex wife is waiting…”
“....my future ex wife? Hey, I just want her as my girlfriend, I'm only twenty and I intend to be single for a few more years, thank you…” He straightened himself up in the chair. Finally. “But I do think you're just trying to get rid of me and have the bus to yourself.”
I nodded and grinned. “Basically. So get the fuck out and don't come back for at least two hours. And when you do, I want to see hickeys or swollen lips and smiles when you do. Goddamn it.”
He groaned and stood up grabbing a few coronas from his stash. “You'll be the one with hickeys and swollen lips and God knows what else scratched and bruised up!! Though that bite mark on your hip last week was rather sexy…” He chuckled, making me grin sheepishly again.
“Oh, you saw that?“ I laughed at the amused look on his face. “Okay, Get out already Urie , damn!”
He giggled. “I'm going! I'm going! Geez!!!
He laughed all the way out of the bus door, and I smiled before heading back to the lounge to my girlfriend, giggling all the way.
“I’m so amazing. I just got Bren to go talk to Kris. Well, after admitting I wanted him off the bus.”
Firith rolled her eyes at me sarcastically. “Oh you're so smart honey.”
"Yes, I know. Actually, I've give anything to see him happy. I swear if I have to see him mope around one more day..."
“I hope he does talk with Kris. She gets really annoying and I'm tired of seeing her pout. But at least he admitted he likes her.” She giggled.
I chuckled and shook my head. “I told him she was in love with him. He didn’t believe me.”
“I wouldn't believe it either. I mean, after all he was an asshole to her…“ Firith sighed. “But I guess love makes you stupid…”
I pouted a little myself, playfully of course, and cuddled at her side. “I was a flaming asshole too, but you forgave me, didn’t you?”
“You’re still on trial…” She smirked.
"Well," I started, already beginning to kiss her neck and collarbone teasingly, "Guess I'm ready to present my case..."
I watched her bite her lip the way I loved it. “Are you? Well, go ahead then…” She immediately giggled and I kissed her hard in response, moving down slowly to her chest, licking and sucking gently. She pushed her small hand through my hair and I pressed my hips to hers.
I didn’t waste anytime in getting her clothes off, lifting her shirt and tossing it onto the floor. She smirked and did the same, only sniffling mine before getting rid of it.
“You and your slut deodorant.” She giggled.
“I dunno, I guess I don’t really need it anymore. Now that I have you.” I said, brushing our lips together.
“Aww!” She replied, attacking my lips with a long, deep kiss. I took my time pulling her pants down, kissing her hips as she teased her fingers just inside the waist of my underwear.
We finished undressing, eyes never leaving the other’s body and I let my fingers graze across her skin, following them with my mouth, leaving wet trails behind as she writhed beneath me. I smirked to myself as she shuddered at my touch, certainly impressed that I could get such a strong reaction from her body. I cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and getting a moan in return.
I smirked and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, licking around it and then doing the same to the opposite. Firith bucked her hips, and I moved a hand down to part her legs. She gasped as I led my finger up and down her slit, letting it slide inside her with ease.
Our lips met again in a heated kiss I pressed my finger in and out. She cursed and moaned, nibbling, then sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.
“You’re so wet.” I moaned, then decided I wanted to taste her. I edged my way down, playing close attention to her breasts and belly before pressing my face directly to her center. I inhaled the sweet, musky scent and darted my tongue out to give her a few nice, long licks.
“Ryan…” Firith moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I went on, flicking the tip against her clit and sucking gently, but hard enough to make her arch her back and groan, fingers twisted and tangled in my hair tugging lightly.
I kept up my task, speeding up the thrust of my finger, pushing it deeper and sucking her until her thighs clamped down on my ears. I moaned against her as she began to shake and convulse, humping and moaning wildly.
She came hard and fast, attempting to push me away from her sensitive button once she had, but I wouldn’t let her. Not until I was ready.
“Oh fuck, Ryan please!” She squealed when I moved myself over her body, absorbing her fiery heat. I licked a thin film of sweat from her forehead and positioned myself at her entrance. She continued to moan as I rubbed her with the tip of my cock teasingly.
“Please!” She moaned again, grinded against me desperately.
“Wow… Looks like the defense rests… Doesn’t it?” I giggled, sliding my tip up and down her slippery lips.
She nodded and moaned in reply, wrapping her legs around my waist, trying to pull me even closer.
Smiling smugly, I finally glided inside, pulling back out and pushing back in, rolling my hips and sucking her neck.
“Faster Ry! Harder!” She screamed as I sped up. I took hold of her hips and yanked her up from her bottom as I thrust hard and fast.
“Shit!” I cursed, keeping my pace and steadily working myself up. I rocked against her, pushing her small frame into the couch, and then she bit me! Actually, seriously, bit me, sinking her teeth into my neck harshly, breathing through her nose hard as I pumped in and out furiously. I mumbled unintelligible curses as I felt her walls clench and tighten around my cock. She would come soon, and I had no doubt that soon after I would follow.
We kissed again and broke away breathing erratically as I slammed my hips into hers, moaning at the sheer thought of my impending climax. Firith’s legs held me in a death grip and I began impaling her harder than before. Three more hard thrusts ended it all. First thrust, she moaned loudly, calling out my name, second, I did the same, and third we came together, moaning and thrashing. I kissed her gently as the feeling ebbed away, still buried deep inside her. She smiled and kissed my nose, I smiled and pecked her lips. And then checked my pocket watch, that I found on the floor beside us.
“And? What’s the verdict?” I panted, chuckling against her shoulder.
Firith giggled and pushed me over, straddling my hips and grinding, staring into my eyes as she did. “We still have over half an hour, the judge declares a mistrial…”
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So which part was the bad part? I wanna know srsly. 
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there's no bad part you silly....
haven't you learned how much I adore to tease you???
the only bad part is next ch
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Brendon's POV
Written by me... that's why it SUCKS!
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Ch 11. The world disappears so fast
After walking off the bus with the bottles in my hand I took a deep breath. Was Ryan saying Kris liked me cause she really did or he was just trying to make me feel better? Well, there wasn't any way to find out other than actually talking to her.
I walked to the picnic tables, knowing the guys would be hanging out there. And I wasn't wrong, as I found them cheering happily at the thumb wrestle between Jon and Kris. I smiled and took a seat beside her.
Kris giggled. "Oh my god, you're just in time to see J-Walk get his ass kicked!"
"Oh, really?" I said smiling. "Cause I have something for you if you win." Said that, I placed the cold corona bottle on the exposed part of her back. Kris giggled and squealed away from it.
"Bren!" She said. "I'm going to win anyway, Jon can barely keep his eyes open!"
"Wrong!" A suddenly awake Jon said, finally holding Kris' thumb down. "Haha! Thanks for the help, man." He said, patting my shoulder as I giggled at her pout.
"You little bastard, Walker! You are SO fucking lucky!"
"Aww! But don't worry..." I said handing Kris the beer. "Here, as a consolation prize."
I looked at her smiling and she grinned, taking the bottle. "Thanks. Where are you coming from?"
"The bus." I said with a fake shiver. "I was told not to get in there for at least two hours. And trust me I don't plan to. Not till they clean..."
"Fucking at it again huh?" Kris said with a roll of her eyes. "I don't even want to think about what goes on in there!" She giggled and took a gulp from her bottle. "Take a load off, my friend. Let's fucking get fucked up! Jon already rolled, and I stole like, two joints from him."
I raised an eyebrow. "Aaah, good girl, I like the way you think!" I winked and stood up from the bench. "C'mon, ma'cherie... there's a nice spot in the park across the street where we can get high away from these minions."
"Awesome. Let me grab my beer." She said grabbing my hand and letting me lead her to the park.
After settling behind some bushes we talked and laughed like last month didn't happen.
I wanted so bad to just ask her, to just tell her what she was doing to me. And maybe the pot and the beer could give me the guts to finally do it. As our convo slowly faded I felt a nut in my gut, knowing I had to do it. Even if she just slapped me and run, I had to.
And so I opened my mouth to speak.
"HOLY SHIT!" I yelled at the feeling of cold water raining on me. "Give me a break! It's the middle of July!" I said laughing and rolling onto the wet grass.
"It's the water springs, you dumbass!" Kris said laughing as well. Neither of us made the slightest attempt of getting away from the water. We just giggled ourselves silly.
"Fuck this. This counts as this week's shower!" I said with a snort, taking my shirt off. Kris giggled her lungs out on the floor.
"Oh my god! Oh my god, me too!" She said taking her shirt off as well. "But there's no soap!" She pouted.
"I'll get some!" I said trying to stand up, but failing and slipping on the wet grass landing hard on my ass, which made me break into another giggle fit.
"Okay, so maybe no soap..." Kris giggled once more as she yanked her pants off and tossed them to my head. "Here, you can dry off with my pants."
Yet another giggle fit.
"Naa, I got mine already!" I laughed taking off mine. I stood up again, this time slower and more carefully, placing Kris' jeans over my hips. "Score!" I chuckled. "My hips are wider than yours!!"
"Oh god! Your ass really is bigger than mine though." She said giggling from the floor. I did the same and fell by her side, pushing my wet hair away from my face.
"Oh, well. You may not have an ass as sweet as mine, but I like you anyways." As soon as the words left my mouth I froze.
"Awww how sweet! And I'll like you anyways too even when you'll never have boobs like I do... Wait, that sounded really gay, didn't it?" She giggled. So it's now or never.
"I mean it, Kris." I said biting my lip and looking down. "I like you... a lot..."
"Really? I, um..." She stammered, pausing and shaking her head as I stopped breathing waiting for her answer. "No, I'm not... just... don't."
"Kris, I--" Here comes the blubbering. Just breathe like Ryan told you... "I do... I really really do. And I've been a wreck these days cause... I want you. And I have no idea what to do to make it up to you." I looked at her hopefully, holding my breath again, watching her sigh and chew her fingernails.
"I'm so confused right now. Like, I don't know if I can trust you as far as I can throw you, Bren. I mean... it wasn't that long ago that you got caught sucking Ryan's brains through his dick, you know?"
I sighed and ran a hand through my soaking hair. "I know, but as you can see that's completely over!" I sighed again and took her hand in mine. "I wanna be with you. And only you." I looked at her for a moment. "Just... think about it or... I don't know... I just want you to believe me."
"I want to believe you. So bad... I really do. But, okay. Just tell me, what made you change? What was it that just, changed your mind when I heard you say you didn't want to do anything else but fuck me."
One pause, another sigh.
"Cause that's what I wanted in the first place, or so I thought. Then, when you heard me and we didn't talk to each other I realized that I missed you. I missed being with you and hang out with you and everything." I chewed my lip before continuing. "And now... I just look at Ryan and see him so happy, which is disturbing in itself, but... I want that. I want that happiness. And I want it with you."
"And... and you really don't love Ryan?" She said looking up with a little kid pout. I smiled.
"Of course I do! He's my best friend, you know?" Kris frowned and looked away, making me erupt in giggles.
"You know what I mean, asshole!" She said giggling along and shoving me a little. I knelt in front of her and cupped her face.
"Then you know I'm not in love with him." I bit my lip again and took a really deep breath before speaking. "I'm in love with you."
I watched the sweetest smile appear on Kris' face. "Aww Bren... wait." She suddenly stopped, shaking her head. "You better go. Like now."
"Why?" I said completely thrown off. But she giggled.
"Because I swear to God, I'm going to jump on your ass right here."
"I'm sure my ass won't mind..." I said with a sly smirk.
"I'm sure it wouldn't. Oh my god." She giggled again. "I still don't believe you just said that you love me." I kept the smirk on my face and scooted closer to her.
"Mmm... what to do to prove it?" I didn't wait for an answer, I just leaned in and kissed her, hovering over her as I pushed her shoulders down to the ground.
"This way seems just fine..." She ended up with a growl as I kisses and nibbled her neck, sliding the straps of the bra down her shoulders and freeing her of the material.
I trailed kisses to her collarbone and then to her chest, sliding my hands down her sides and tangling my fingers on her thong. As I drew a nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, I slid the pantie down and off her. Then I switched, attacking her other boob and rubbing myself against her thigh as she helped me out of my boxers.
"I want you, Kris..." I breathed against her neck, pressing my hips down to hers, not being able to contain myself. But I knew I would stop if she asked me to...
"Then have me, Bren..." She said lifting my chin up and kissing me deeply. "One condition, though..."
I placed my forehead on hers and stared intently. "Anything..."
"I wanna be on top this time." She said slyly, pushing me on my back and straddling my hips.
"Yeah, ride that dick, baby..." I said smirking and slapping her ass a couple of times. Kris smiled down to me.
"Ride that dick, huh?" She said biting her lip and allowing me entrance right away, making me groan and hit my head on the grass. "Then you better take a hold of these..." Kris took my hands and put them over her full breasts, moving up and down my length.
I rolled her stiff nipples between my fingers, dying to lick and suck them, but her hands were gripping my shoulders, keeping me down as her speed increased, her hips crashing on mine, me using my legs to thrusts up, going harder, reaching deeper. She bounced even faster, making her wet curls bounce along. The water made her skin glisten against the yellow street lights and glided down her skin dripping on my chest mixed with her sweat. I kneaded her breasts a little more forcefully now as I watched her moan and trash, eyes shut tight.
I felt her insides closing around my dick and her body shake and shiver on top of mine as her moves became erratic. So she came, coating my cock on her sweet juices and slowing down her pace staring at me. I pulled her down by the neck, lying a hard kiss on her lips, still thrusting into her soaking core. It didn't take that much to have her bouncing hard again,this time her body bent backwards as a leaned up, kissing her neck and her breasts, licking and sucking on them.
I took a hold of her hips, guiding her moves, slamming up full force and dropping her as an dull ache grew in my balls. I was close and I could feel it, her whimpers and moans pulling at me as I went faster and faster.
"Holy shit... Kris!" I growled from the back of my throat, running a hand down her stomach and teasing her clit with my thumb. She wrapped her arms around my neck and grinded furiously.
Again I felt her walls squeezing the life out of me, and this time I didn't hold it back. Our coordinated pace broke as both worked frantically for our own release. Which didn't take long. Kris came with a high pitch little yell and collapsed on my chest not after I had spilled my own seed into her quivering body.
I fell back on the grass with her on top sharing a loving sweet kiss before she snuggled into my neck, my arms holding her tight against me. And it wasn't raining on us anymore!
We stayed like that for a while,just curled up into one another trying to catch our breaths when suddenly, Kris sat up and sneezed, which made me giggle.
"Okay, sugar, I think it's time to go back. I don't want you to catch a cold on my account." I said reaching for her hand and pulling her up.
"No, you'd have to pick your own clothes then and that would be a complete disaster." She said with another sneeze.
We picked up whatever clothes were on the floor and made a run back to the bus.
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