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Title: Fuck me. I Love You.
Author: Ash ms_deathbat
Pairing: Ryan Ross / Brendon Urie
Rating: R (just to be safe)
POV: Third
Beta: THIS IS NOT BETA'D [lol, sp?? oh the irony] YET! but it will be when i post it to satd.
Summary: RyroBirthday!fic. 5,444 words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Never happened. hehe. that we know of Also, please turn back now, if you ended up here by googling yourself.
A/N: This was written for Cassie, behind_the_sea1 It is our freniversary [lol] today, September 10th. Concit is welcome and comments make me so happy! Hope you enjoy this! ;D
Brendon likes his sayings. He will hear one or just randomly think of one and that will be just like his word of the week. Sometimes it’s amusing and others times it’s annoying, but nonetheless it gets stuck in his head just like that last song you listened to before you went to work. So in any case, his saying of the week happened one afternoon when he stubbed his toe. “Oh, fuck me!” Spencer glances up at him raising his brow and gigling at the boy’s choice of words.
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Brendon thinks later that the saying could very well be absolutely brilliant.
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A few days later, he decides against it.
He was in the grocery store picking up some cookie dough and a can of peas. Yeah he didn’t understand either, but if he has learned anything in the past few years, it’s that you don’t question Spencer Smith.
He is skipping down the aisles looking at the list, cause Spencer also told him if he didn’t give Brendon a list, that the boy would surley forget what he was there for as soon as he walked in and saw the candy aisle. So sure enough he pulls the list, looking it over and shuffling right past the candy without notice.
So Brendon gets to his destination and picks up the dough before jogging and sliding across the floor, before turning sharply down the ‘canned goods’ aisle.
The area is more crowded than Brendon really likes, but he has to hurry. He pushes through a wad of people and squats down to look at a lower shelf. He scans over the brands and vaguely remember Spencer talking something about La Suer, or whatever it was. He grabs the first can that looks close to that and gathers a few more of them in his arms. And then everything comes crashing down, quite literally, actually.
He had moved to stand right a a small girl standing on a shopping cart had flown around the corner of the ailse and slammed into him, sending him and everything he had rolling onto the floor.
The child’s mother had ran around the corner seconds later looking extremely apolligetic until Brendon groaned ,“ow! Fuck me!” The girl sucked in a breath and clapped her hand over her mouth, with a muffled, “ummm,” and then whispered dramatically, “you are in trouble, now.”
The mother then looked quite angry and she grabbed up her child and stormed of, leaving Brendon to pick up the mess and a lot of people staring.
Yeah well that didn’t’ go so well.But then Brendon thinks, it could have been worse. At least she didn’t whack me with her purse. Like the prvious day when a grandma had done just that, after he had tripped over the rug in the coffe shop and right into her back, and had said fuck me. He couldn’t blame her though cause it had been weird and looked really bad. He tried to aplogize and explain but gave up when she yelled for some kind of security and a cop glanced over to the scene.
This just wasn’t good but as it was the saying was stuck in his head and it just came out, especially when he didn’t want it to.
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Ryan calls the next morning and Brendon is still in bed, so Spencer picks the phone up.
Brendon wakes though and just listens, wondering who in their right mind would call this early.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hey Ry! What’s up?”
Yep. Ryan Ross isnt in his right mind so that explains it. Brendon giggles at the thought and then quickly shuts up still wondering why he would be calling.
“Oh, yeah. Alright, well me and Bren get to come and see you first, right?
“Good. And hey, Happy Brithday RyRy. We’ll be over in a few”
Spencer giggles and Brendon jumps up and manages to get something on, before he hears Spencer say bye and hang up the phone in the other room. Brendon stares into the mirror a moment, deciding these jeans are the best.
He doesn’t hear the door open but Spencer chuckles and then follows Brendon’s gaze in the mirror down to the boy’s well defined ass. “Mmm, yeah those do look good. Ryan was right.” Spencer laughs openly and Brendon tries to cover the blush that colors his cheeks, by moving to the sink to wash his face.
“Hey” Spencer smirks, but continues even when Brendon sticks his face onto his hands. “We’re going to leave in a minute. Meet me at the car and hurry up, will ya?” Brendon makes a sound of affirmation and Spencer rolls his eyes before walking to his room to finish getting ready and to grab his keys.
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Ryan was nervous when he called. Not because he and the guys aren’t on good terms, but more because he was wondering if Spencer and Brendon would bother to come see him.
He knows he shouldn’t think that way, but ever since the cabin and even a little before then he thought that maybe they were growing apart.
Especially, he and Brendon. That scared him the most, because they had been so close. They had dated. They had been happy and in love for so long, or well, that is what Ryan wanted to believe.
Keltie was for Brendon, he had asked Ryan to get a girlfriend so people didn’t suspect anything was real to the rumors. Keltie had agreed because they were all great friends with her.
They had finished the second album and after a few long months, it was released. Brendon had began to distance himself slightly from Ryan and he had shrugged it off as being that Brendon needed to relax after the stressful months that had gone into the album.
When Ryan had decided that he wanted to end the relationship with Keltie she agreed quickly because she had finally found someone and he was happy for her. They staged a horrible break-up so that no one would ask him about it, and then about the possibility of them ‘dating’ again. He was done with that; he knew that he wanted Brendon for real. So when Ryan tweeted that he was gay and all of that, he deleted it seconds later because he wanted it to be when he was with Brendon. He wanted people to know that he and Brendon were together and that Brendon was his. Not for the press that would come with that, but for the fact that he was tired of lying about his feelings. He loved Brendon.
Brendon however did not agree that they should ‘come out’ to the world. He had yelled at Ryan about the tweets and how they would be bad for the band. About how he wasn’t ready for what this could mean. Ryan had cryed and asked what that was supposed to mean. Brendon just shrugged and sighed, not really wanting to fight. Ryan had pressed the issue though until Brendon had told him that he wasn’t sure about there relationship. Ryan had stood there for almost ten minutes before asking what, merley confused by what Brendon was saying. Brendon had blown up then, and yelled that he didn’t know, but they shouldn’t even think about this at the moment, that he wasn’t even sure if he was ready for it. Ryan had said “for me?” And the tears were spilling down his cheeks as Brendon just stood there in deep thought. Ryan didn’t know what to say, his heart ached and the love of his life had just informed him that he wasn’t sure that they should be together. “So, this is it, then?” Ryan managed to choke out and then, “Brendon, why?” Brendon had looked up and into his eyes before shrugging again and mumbling, “Ry, you tell me that you love me but I…Im not sure that I can…I’m…” Ryan had choked on a sob before he had ran out of the cabin. After that they had just stopped hanging out. The band had split way before the announcement had been made and the decision confirmed.
Ryan and Brendon had only began talking again after Spencer and Jon forced them to. They were friends again before they knew it, but things still got awkward sometimes when one of them would get to comfortable and forget that they were, in fact, no longer together. They called each other a lot, but didn’t hang out. Something always came up.
So, yeah, Ryan was very surprised that he was going to get to see Brendon in person for the first time in a month.
Ryan came out of his thoughts and began fretting about his looks, when a loud beating sound came from the other side of his front door. Jon passed him and waved him off while he attended to the door. Ryan ran up to his room and put on a shirt, that had been one of Brendo’s favorites. He straightened out his hair and stared into the mirror a moment befor running out and down the stairs. Brendon caught his eye and beamed and Ryan thought he would die. Brendon was stunning; he was amazing and perfect and meant more to Ryan than he would ever know.
“Well, well.” Spencer brougth Ryan out of his starring competition with Brendon’s body. He blushed but jumped at Spencer, sucessfully hiding himself in Spencer’s grasp.
They went into the living room and Ryan jumped and suggested that he get some snacks. Brendon, stood up and ran after him, mumbling something about four hands are better than two. Spencer and Jon smiled at each other, before catching each other up on their bands and stuff.
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Brendon walked up behind Ryan and slipped his arms around the boy.
“Hey, you didn’t give me a hug?” His eybrow furrows and his voice sounds slightly sad towards the end. Ryan turns around in his arms and tucks the boy into him. “Sorry.”
Brendon smiles and then he squeezes and pulls back to look at Ryan. Ryan has a small smile playing at his lips and Brendon grins. Hope, Ryan thinks.
Brendon eyes light up, “fuck me! It’s your birthday.”
Ryan looks at him for a moment until Brendon is pulling him back into a suffocating hug.
Of course, there moment is broken by muffled laughing. Spencer and Jon are on the floor holding the bellies and Spencer has tears in his eyes.
“What?” Brendon says curiously and Ryan just stares.
And here they were about to compose themselves, they burst into giggle fits again. After a few minutes, Brendon realizes what he has said and how it must have sounded and then who he has said it to. He pales and is about to blurt out the reasons for that particular choice of words but Ryan just laughs lightly and says, “it’s okay, I got what you meant, Bren.”
Brendon lets out a nervous laugh and scratches the back of his neck before looking back to Ryan and shrugging. Ryan pulls him into a hug and whispers into his ear. “Yeah it is my birthday. At least you got one thing right.” Brendon’s heart maybe sinks a little at his words, but he knows that Ryan means no harm so he simply snuggles into his neck and the words ‘I know’ almost go unheard.
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“So there is gonna be a small party later tonight. You two should come. Both Ryan and Jon look hopeful and Spencer and Brendon pretend to debate on the question. The other boys’ smile’s falter a small bit, before breaking out into a grin, when Brendon and Spencer say, “hell yeah, we wouldn’t think of missing it.”
As they head towards the door Spencer and Ryan are whispering to each other and Jon is piggy-backing Brendon, cause he begged. And as they part ways they exchange farwells and hugs. Spencer kisses Ryan’s forehead and then dramatically blows a kiss to Jon, who dramatically catches it and places it on his ass and they all giggle. Ryan gives Brendon a little wave and they are off.
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Brendon gets back into the house and decides he needs to find something amazing to wear, cause he still feels like he needs to impress Ryan. And it is Ryan’s birthday… His thoughts come to a dramatic hault when he realizes he forgot. He didn’t even say happy birthday to Ryan. He said ‘I know’ . He groans and kicks his dresser and squeels when he hits the same toe that he had stubbed a few days ago. He hops over to his bed where he nurses his hurt toe and then begins to furiously type away on his phone until he has sucessfully pulled up Twitter and his account. Then he proceeds to @replies the one and only Ryan Ross.
@thisisryanross you say it's your birthday. Happy Birthday to ya!
11:51 AM Aug 30th from web in reply to thisisryanross
Brendon posts it and feels better, so he runs to the shower before Spencer can get to it.
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Ryan walks back to his room and goes over the events that just happened. He wonders if Brendon got him anything and then laughs at the thought. He think it could be fun and even cool cause Brendon can pick ‘em when it comes to birthday presents, but sadly wishes that Brendon would realize that he would be just as happy if it was just him. No presents, not even cake, it woulsn’t matter if Brendon was with him, he would be the happiest man in the world.
He checks his phone for the infamous ‘happy birthday’ tweets and notices the one from Brendon and his stomach flutters. He replies to him before anything else.
@brendonuriesays hey thanks man!
2:37 PM Aug 30th from TweetDeck
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Brendon gets out and slips on a pair of neon yellow boxers, then takes an hour rummaging through his closet. He sits on his bed and sighs, having only found a pair of jeans (that Ryan bought him).
He looks up and sees Spencer leaning against the door frame and smiling.
“Let’s go or we’re gonna be late.”
Brendon pouts and tells him he can’t find a shirt to wear. Spencer gets a devios look in his eyes and saunters towards Brendon. He tells him to put the pants on and Brendon does, cause again, you don’t question Spencer Smith.
After the pants are pulled on, zipped and buttoned up, Spencer grasps Brendon’s wrists and drags him out and down the stairs.
“What are you…” Spencer cuts him off quickly with a ‘shut it, you’ll see’.
He stops in front of the door and picks up a bag. Brendon thinks that he must have ran out while he was in the shower. Spencer pulls out a black t-shirt and unfold it, handing it to Brendon. Brendon holds it up to read the neon lettering. “Duck Tape, really?” And then he glances over the words and looks up to Spencer with wide eyes that say hell no. Spencer just tells him to put it on and then shoves him out the door and to the car, despite Brendon’s whining and pleading.
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He pulls the shirt over his head, accepting his defeat after 15 whole minutes of pouting that did absolutely nothing.
And he decides that he might as well wear it with pride and not be a wimp about it. He jumps out of the car and skips up to the door proudly sporting his home-made shirt.
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Gabe is the first to notice, cause he is the first to arrive and Brendon is still on the porch trying to get someone to come to the door.
“Woa ho! You’re gonna murder the doorbell, honey.” Vicky T pats his head and grasps the doorknob, twisting and pushing it open.
Brendon stands there like and idiot praying that no one else saw that, when Gabe snakes up behind him (yeah snakes, cause he’s Gabe Saporta) and chuckles before pinching his sides, “you idiot!” He turns the boy around, instantly drawn to the neon colors he’s spotted.
“Fuck Me! Its your birthday.” Gabe looks at it for a moment. He smirks, “you dirty little fucker, you! I always knew you would take it like a man.” He chuckles and scurries off with the rest off the band following close at his heel and laughing about what they just heard. “Hey!” Brendon yells, but they’re already long gone.
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So the party lasts most of the night and some of the are drunk, some high, and some are what we like to call just plain shitty. Brendon on the other hand is still sober. He didn’t feel like drinking because he had actually wanted to talk with Ryan. He just hasn’t gotten a chance, yet.
Ryan is being bombarded and he maybe really wants to ditch everyone and find Brendon, but he realizes these people are not far from passing out so he waits it out. And sure enough about an hour later the place has gona quiet and most everyone has passed out in various positions in various places. The smart ones rest are in the few guest rooms that are in the house.
Ryan goes to find Brendon.
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Brendon is brooding about this night and how he just wants Ryan, right now!
And well he just about falls off of his stool, when said boy walks into the room. Brendon smiles at Ryan’s appearance. He looks, just less than, completely wrecked, but his smile reaches his eyes as he walks toward Brendon and that is enough.
Brendon jumps up suddenly having an idea.
“You haven’t received your birthday spankings, Ross” Ryan laughs.
Brendon steps up into Ryan’s space and says turn around. “You’re serious.” And Ryan knows right then that yes he totally is. Ryan whines and tells Brendon no, but Brendon isn’t having it. He grabs Ryan’s hips whipping him around and pushing him towards the counter’s edge. Ryan eyes bug out and he begins to struggle. Brendon swats him on the ass, hard enough that Ryan almost moans. “Now, don’t go being a bad boy.”
“Brendon, don’t actually... Look can’t you just let me blow out candles or something?”
“Yep. That’s for later, though.” Ryan begins to struggle, because, if Brendon goes through with this, it is going to get awkward.
“No, look, this is weird. Brendon, I’m 23 years old.”
“Yeah, that is old.” He thinks for a moment before continuing to wrestle Ryan onto the counter. “I’ll just say that 10 counts.” He grins so wide that he thinks his face is going to fall off. He feels all giddy and excited. Ryan is getting really uncomfortable and Brendon decides he loves to see the older man stuggle against his grip, especially now that his skin is beginning to flush.
When Ryan decides that he either he has to get Brendon off of him now or risk facing a particuarly embarrassing situation, he pushes back rather hard, causing Brendon to fumble a bit. However, Brendon was somewhat expecting a fight, so he is quick to push Ryan into the edge of the counter, with enough force that maybe makes him pause and mutter a quick apology. But he doesn’t relent his hold, just uses his body to press Ryan down. He moves his hand up and slong Ryan’s spine to his neck, causing him to shutter, and he soflty presses into the skin guiding Ryan to lay the side of his face on the surface. Brendon doesn’t move, until Ryan stills under him.
“Good, now, let’s get to this.” The giddiness in his voice makes Ryan realize how much Brendon sees this as, innocent and just following traditions. Ryan finally relents to the younger boy’s wishes and relaxes his body. He sucks in his lip, biting down just in case he is affected in the way he fears, by this. By being spanked. By Brendon.
Brendon swats him a few times in a row hard and fast and Ryan is trying, and failing, at any type of control, aside from his vocal chords. And even that is getting hard to do.
When it is over, Ryan takes a deep breath and wishes that he could dissappear. He suceeded in not vocalizing, his being turned on, but his body didn’t exactly agree with that and his pants are now extremely tight and uncomfortable.
He turns around and slinks off, taking a seat on the table, praying that Brendon will take a seat in the chair. Brendon smiles and moves over to stand in front of Ryan, who is sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the table.
Brendon decides not to question him, but places his hands on the older man’s knees and leans towards his face, “you, my little birthday boy, did not let me finish.” Brendon stares him down a moment before moving up onto the table to straddle Ryan. “I didn’t give you one to grow on…”
Brendon wiggles around to situate himself in Ross’ lap, when he notices that Ryan is very obviously turned on. He looks into Ryan’s eyes, the innocence and playfulness dissappearing from his own, to be replaced by a serious, lustful gaze. He licks his lips and then stares back at Ryan. He decides that if he’s gotten this far, he might as well test his luck, further.
Brendon, expirementally, rolls his hips and Ryan moans loudly, tucking his head into Brendon shoulder to try and muffle it. He grabs the sides of Ryan’s face and pulls him up to him, attacking his mouth in a passionate kiss, before pushing him back lightly, so that he is layinh on the table. Brendon groans when he feels Ryan’s hands on his bare skin and then again, only louder, when Ryan bucks up into him. Brendon is rather hard now, as well, and the pressure they’re creating feels good, like really good. Brendon thinks, like, fuck me, kind of good.
They continue they’re little heated make-out session until Brendon has to pull back and catch his breath. He looks at Ryan, really looks at him, and decides that yeahhe wants it, and says in the most seductive tone that he can muster up, “fuck me, Ryan ! It’s your birthday.” Ryan moans and is quick to turn them over, so that Brendon is underneath him, laying on the table’s surface. They rid themselves of their clothing hastily and when they finally meet again, skin on skin, they both moan rather loudly rutting against one another and loving the delicious friction.
Ryan asks Brendon if he is sure because they, suprisingly, never went this far. Brendon had always wanted his first time to be special and Ryan respected that, so here he was asking and possibly killing the whole mood Brendon was trying to set, but he had to because this was Brendon. He only wanted to be sure.
Brendon smiled at him and pecked his lips before spreading his legs wider, “yeah ryry I want you in me, fo’ sho!” Ryan rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. He loved Brendon’s dorkiness. He kissed him before pushing his fingers into Brendon’s mouth, to coat his fingers.
Brendon had taken the fingering better than Ryan had expected and after the third was begging for his cock, and if that didn’t make Ryan come right there. Fuck. He didn’t though because he wanted this to be good for the both of them. For Brendon.
Brendon whined when Ryan pushed in, small tears escaping his eyes, but he held Ryan close, legs wrapped firmly around the man’s waist.
Ryan promised it would get better and Brendon trusted him.
Ryan pushed the rest of the way in and waited for Brendon to relax. Brendon was tight and hot and Ryan moaned. He was gorgeous and amazing and just everything. He ran the hand, that he wasn’t using to hold himself up, across Brendon’s body and up to his face before brushing the hair out of his face. Brendon already had a sheen of sweat covering his body and Ryan decided that it made him all the more lovely. He kissed Brendon’s lips lightly, once, twice and then again, lingering slightly longer, as he began thrusting shallowly and steadily, picking up a descent rhythm.
He picked up the pace after Brendon had moaned out a ‘faster, please,’ breathless and desperate.
They were both so completely lost in the feel of each other that they had forgotten everything around them. Ryan thrusting hard into Brendon, who began to match his thrusts, each of them grasping hard into one anothers mouths’ that were sloppily moving together, licking, sucking and biting.
Brendon reached down towards his leaking cock, but his hand was quickly smacked away. Ryan wanted him to cum, without his cock being touched. Ryan was determined.
He paused, pulling out a bit, and changed the angle lifting Brendon’s legs over his shoulders. The younger looked confused for a moment, until Ryan pulled all of the way out and slammed back in hard enough that the table shook, and Brendon screamed. Ryan continued to thrust into him, hard and fast, Brendon making sounds, that had Ryan moaning out a mantra of his name.
Soon Brendon was shaking slightly, curses and Ryan’s name on his lips. Seconds later, he gasped and cryed out Ryan’s name one final time as he let go. Ryan followed only moments later, coming deep inside of Brendon and biting his shoulder to muffle out his cry.
They layed still for a while, before Ryan pulled out, lifting himself off of Brendon. He slid off of the table and walked over to grab a few napkins to clean themselves off.
Brendon smiled and moved to sit, but grimaced at the pain in his ass as well as the cum sliding out of him and onto the table. Ryan laughed, “well at least we know not to eat on that table.” And they both giggled. Ryan moved over to clean Brendon and the table off, and threw the dirty napkins into the waste basket. He picked Brendon up bridal-style and carried him into his room, placing him on the bed.
They slid under the covers and snuggled up to each other. Brendon had been thinking a little bit and it hit him, just like that, “fuck me…”
“Yeah, yeah, brenny. I know, it’s my birthday.” Ryan giggled at the saying and Brendon shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “No, it’s just that… I just, I’m… I’m sorry Ryan. I should have never hurt you. Ever. You loved me and… and hopefully you still do.” He looked down, hiding under his hair.
Fuck me. “I…I love you.”
Ryan melted and pulled the boy closer, tears filling his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. “I love you, too, Brendon. I could never stop loving you, baby. My Brendon.” He kissed Brendon’s forehead and sniffled, “I love you, too.”
And this. This, the boy in his arms, would be enough for the rest of his life, no matter what happened. This was the best birthday present that he has ever recieved. Brendon Boyd Urie.
Brendon smiled and it reached his eyes, like it did everytime he was around Ryan. He curled into Ryan even further, “Happy birthday, m’ love.”
And with that they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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The next morning the boys woke up late, tangled in each other and the in the sheets.
“Good morning, babe” Ryan smiles.
“Good morning, honey,” Brendon gigled at how they sounded like some old married couple. And when Ryan asked why he had laughed, he tells him this.
Ryan raises a brow, and says, “I don’t know about old, but married doesn’t sound so bad.” Brendon, blows away the sunshine, his smile so wide and beautiful, Ryan can’t help but smile too.
“I love you.” Ryan kisses him.
“And I love, you.” Brendon gives him an eskimo kiss. “Now, let’s go. You have to tell everyone that my birthday present was way better than anyone else’s.”
Ryan gets up, grasping his boyfriend’s hand, leading him out of the bedroom.
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When Ryan and Brendon finally stumble into the kitchen, Spencer and Jon are fixing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the table.
Ryan stops and stares, not sure wheather to say anything, but then decides to try and avoid it all together after Spencer picks his up and takes a large bite our of it.
Jon looks over and takes in the boy’s appearances and smiles. Spencer looks around and is like, “No fucking way,”around another large bite of his sandwich.
And Ryan is definitely needing to avoid this. But it’s as if his life hates him because Spencer says, “so was he good Ry?” And Ryan flushes, “and why would yu think that I was gonna be the one to take it?” Spencer grunts out a small laugh, as if to say look at you. Jon pipes up. “So can we not talk about this please. I’m about to eat,” and so he doesn’t feel like he is trying to say he isn’t cool with they’re relationship, he adds, “ and I’ll probably hear about it at some point ‘cause if you havent noticed, little Brenny, here, talks a lot.”
Spencer doesn’t actually care to hear the details he just loves to torture Ryan. “So you finally put that expensive as shit bed of yours to good use, did ya?” Jon glares and places his sandwich back on the table, cause he just doesn’t want to be thinking about his best friends fucking, while he’s eating.Spencer chokes down the last it of his sandwich and glares back at Jon before wiping a sploch of jelly that had fallen from his sandwich onto the table with his finger, then proceeding to slurp it off of his finger. He likes getting on Jon’s nerves too.
Brendon chokes on his spit and gives Ryan a quick glance and then the table, and back to Ryan, eyes taking on a glazed over look as he remembers the previous night. Jon quirks an eyebrow, wondering why he looked at the table and then at Ryan like that when Spencer asked… “oh.” He looks at his sandwich that is sitting on the table and suddenly really thankful he didn’t eat it.
All of the sudden Spencer screams, “No! You dind’t” Ryan shrugs but then starts to smile, because payback is a bitch, Spencer Smith. “Oh my fucking god, you fucked on the table!” And Ryan slides up behind Brendon angling his face to kiss him before staring back and just looking like the smug little bastard he transformed into, after realizing that this means Spencer can’t say shit, now. Caus e he know that as much as Spencer loves to torture him, he actually has no interest whatsoever in his sex life, but this. This is gold.
Spencer takes hold of his neck and starts to gag, rather dramatically. “My insides! Ryan you dick” Ryan gigles and Brendon laughs as well.
Jon grins and Spencer squeels at him. “Don’t you take there side on this, Jonathon Walker. They fucked on your table!”
Jon just smiles, before standing up and patting Spencer on the back “Paybacks a bitch, dude.”
He walks over to Ryan and Brendon and congratualtes them. Then gives a quick high five to the both of them, when they looked over to Spencer who was lying on the floor still holding his throat and whining, because they were all thinking the exact same thing.
“Hey, Bren, seriously though. I love you and all, but you are going to scrub down that table asap. And please warn me next time. Like you can even put a sticky saying ‘warning: we fucked here’ until yu can clean it.”
The boys laugh and nod there heads and Jon exits the room.
Ryan kisses Brendon again, turning him around in his arms and picking him up, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back just enough to rest their foreheads together.
“I love you, Brendon Boyd Urie.”
Brendon pecks him, “and I love you, George Ryan Ross.”
Ryan thinks that he hopes this, what they have right in that moment, will last. Brendon seeing this practically reads his mind, responding in the most sencere fashion, “forever and always.” He giggles softly, “well…if you’ll have me for that long.”
“Of course.” A tear slides down Ryan’s cheek and Brendon kisses it away.
“Forever and always, Bren.”
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The End.
Author: Ash ms_deathbat
Pairing: Ryan Ross / Brendon Urie
Rating: R (just to be safe)
POV: Third
Beta: THIS IS NOT BETA'D [lol, sp?? oh the irony] YET! but it will be when i post it to satd.
Summary: RyroBirthday!fic. 5,444 words.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Never happened. hehe. that we know of Also, please turn back now, if you ended up here by googling yourself.
A/N: This was written for Cassie, behind_the_sea1 It is our freniversary [lol] today, September 10th. Concit is welcome and comments make me so happy! Hope you enjoy this! ;D
Brendon likes his sayings. He will hear one or just randomly think of one and that will be just like his word of the week. Sometimes it’s amusing and others times it’s annoying, but nonetheless it gets stuck in his head just like that last song you listened to before you went to work. So in any case, his saying of the week happened one afternoon when he stubbed his toe. “Oh, fuck me!” Spencer glances up at him raising his brow and gigling at the boy’s choice of words.
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Brendon thinks later that the saying could very well be absolutely brilliant.
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A few days later, he decides against it.
He was in the grocery store picking up some cookie dough and a can of peas. Yeah he didn’t understand either, but if he has learned anything in the past few years, it’s that you don’t question Spencer Smith.
He is skipping down the aisles looking at the list, cause Spencer also told him if he didn’t give Brendon a list, that the boy would surley forget what he was there for as soon as he walked in and saw the candy aisle. So sure enough he pulls the list, looking it over and shuffling right past the candy without notice.
So Brendon gets to his destination and picks up the dough before jogging and sliding across the floor, before turning sharply down the ‘canned goods’ aisle.
The area is more crowded than Brendon really likes, but he has to hurry. He pushes through a wad of people and squats down to look at a lower shelf. He scans over the brands and vaguely remember Spencer talking something about La Suer, or whatever it was. He grabs the first can that looks close to that and gathers a few more of them in his arms. And then everything comes crashing down, quite literally, actually.
He had moved to stand right a a small girl standing on a shopping cart had flown around the corner of the ailse and slammed into him, sending him and everything he had rolling onto the floor.
The child’s mother had ran around the corner seconds later looking extremely apolligetic until Brendon groaned ,“ow! Fuck me!” The girl sucked in a breath and clapped her hand over her mouth, with a muffled, “ummm,” and then whispered dramatically, “you are in trouble, now.”
The mother then looked quite angry and she grabbed up her child and stormed of, leaving Brendon to pick up the mess and a lot of people staring.
Yeah well that didn’t’ go so well.But then Brendon thinks, it could have been worse. At least she didn’t whack me with her purse. Like the prvious day when a grandma had done just that, after he had tripped over the rug in the coffe shop and right into her back, and had said fuck me. He couldn’t blame her though cause it had been weird and looked really bad. He tried to aplogize and explain but gave up when she yelled for some kind of security and a cop glanced over to the scene.
This just wasn’t good but as it was the saying was stuck in his head and it just came out, especially when he didn’t want it to.
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Ryan calls the next morning and Brendon is still in bed, so Spencer picks the phone up.
Brendon wakes though and just listens, wondering who in their right mind would call this early.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hey Ry! What’s up?”
Yep. Ryan Ross isnt in his right mind so that explains it. Brendon giggles at the thought and then quickly shuts up still wondering why he would be calling.
“Oh, yeah. Alright, well me and Bren get to come and see you first, right?
“Good. And hey, Happy Brithday RyRy. We’ll be over in a few”
Spencer giggles and Brendon jumps up and manages to get something on, before he hears Spencer say bye and hang up the phone in the other room. Brendon stares into the mirror a moment, deciding these jeans are the best.
He doesn’t hear the door open but Spencer chuckles and then follows Brendon’s gaze in the mirror down to the boy’s well defined ass. “Mmm, yeah those do look good. Ryan was right.” Spencer laughs openly and Brendon tries to cover the blush that colors his cheeks, by moving to the sink to wash his face.
“Hey” Spencer smirks, but continues even when Brendon sticks his face onto his hands. “We’re going to leave in a minute. Meet me at the car and hurry up, will ya?” Brendon makes a sound of affirmation and Spencer rolls his eyes before walking to his room to finish getting ready and to grab his keys.
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Ryan was nervous when he called. Not because he and the guys aren’t on good terms, but more because he was wondering if Spencer and Brendon would bother to come see him.
He knows he shouldn’t think that way, but ever since the cabin and even a little before then he thought that maybe they were growing apart.
Especially, he and Brendon. That scared him the most, because they had been so close. They had dated. They had been happy and in love for so long, or well, that is what Ryan wanted to believe.
Keltie was for Brendon, he had asked Ryan to get a girlfriend so people didn’t suspect anything was real to the rumors. Keltie had agreed because they were all great friends with her.
They had finished the second album and after a few long months, it was released. Brendon had began to distance himself slightly from Ryan and he had shrugged it off as being that Brendon needed to relax after the stressful months that had gone into the album.
When Ryan had decided that he wanted to end the relationship with Keltie she agreed quickly because she had finally found someone and he was happy for her. They staged a horrible break-up so that no one would ask him about it, and then about the possibility of them ‘dating’ again. He was done with that; he knew that he wanted Brendon for real. So when Ryan tweeted that he was gay and all of that, he deleted it seconds later because he wanted it to be when he was with Brendon. He wanted people to know that he and Brendon were together and that Brendon was his. Not for the press that would come with that, but for the fact that he was tired of lying about his feelings. He loved Brendon.
Brendon however did not agree that they should ‘come out’ to the world. He had yelled at Ryan about the tweets and how they would be bad for the band. About how he wasn’t ready for what this could mean. Ryan had cryed and asked what that was supposed to mean. Brendon just shrugged and sighed, not really wanting to fight. Ryan had pressed the issue though until Brendon had told him that he wasn’t sure about there relationship. Ryan had stood there for almost ten minutes before asking what, merley confused by what Brendon was saying. Brendon had blown up then, and yelled that he didn’t know, but they shouldn’t even think about this at the moment, that he wasn’t even sure if he was ready for it. Ryan had said “for me?” And the tears were spilling down his cheeks as Brendon just stood there in deep thought. Ryan didn’t know what to say, his heart ached and the love of his life had just informed him that he wasn’t sure that they should be together. “So, this is it, then?” Ryan managed to choke out and then, “Brendon, why?” Brendon had looked up and into his eyes before shrugging again and mumbling, “Ry, you tell me that you love me but I…Im not sure that I can…I’m…” Ryan had choked on a sob before he had ran out of the cabin. After that they had just stopped hanging out. The band had split way before the announcement had been made and the decision confirmed.
Ryan and Brendon had only began talking again after Spencer and Jon forced them to. They were friends again before they knew it, but things still got awkward sometimes when one of them would get to comfortable and forget that they were, in fact, no longer together. They called each other a lot, but didn’t hang out. Something always came up.
So, yeah, Ryan was very surprised that he was going to get to see Brendon in person for the first time in a month.
Ryan came out of his thoughts and began fretting about his looks, when a loud beating sound came from the other side of his front door. Jon passed him and waved him off while he attended to the door. Ryan ran up to his room and put on a shirt, that had been one of Brendo’s favorites. He straightened out his hair and stared into the mirror a moment befor running out and down the stairs. Brendon caught his eye and beamed and Ryan thought he would die. Brendon was stunning; he was amazing and perfect and meant more to Ryan than he would ever know.
“Well, well.” Spencer brougth Ryan out of his starring competition with Brendon’s body. He blushed but jumped at Spencer, sucessfully hiding himself in Spencer’s grasp.
They went into the living room and Ryan jumped and suggested that he get some snacks. Brendon, stood up and ran after him, mumbling something about four hands are better than two. Spencer and Jon smiled at each other, before catching each other up on their bands and stuff.
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Brendon walked up behind Ryan and slipped his arms around the boy.
“Hey, you didn’t give me a hug?” His eybrow furrows and his voice sounds slightly sad towards the end. Ryan turns around in his arms and tucks the boy into him. “Sorry.”
Brendon smiles and then he squeezes and pulls back to look at Ryan. Ryan has a small smile playing at his lips and Brendon grins. Hope, Ryan thinks.
Brendon eyes light up, “fuck me! It’s your birthday.”
Ryan looks at him for a moment until Brendon is pulling him back into a suffocating hug.
Of course, there moment is broken by muffled laughing. Spencer and Jon are on the floor holding the bellies and Spencer has tears in his eyes.
“What?” Brendon says curiously and Ryan just stares.
And here they were about to compose themselves, they burst into giggle fits again. After a few minutes, Brendon realizes what he has said and how it must have sounded and then who he has said it to. He pales and is about to blurt out the reasons for that particular choice of words but Ryan just laughs lightly and says, “it’s okay, I got what you meant, Bren.”
Brendon lets out a nervous laugh and scratches the back of his neck before looking back to Ryan and shrugging. Ryan pulls him into a hug and whispers into his ear. “Yeah it is my birthday. At least you got one thing right.” Brendon’s heart maybe sinks a little at his words, but he knows that Ryan means no harm so he simply snuggles into his neck and the words ‘I know’ almost go unheard.
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“So there is gonna be a small party later tonight. You two should come. Both Ryan and Jon look hopeful and Spencer and Brendon pretend to debate on the question. The other boys’ smile’s falter a small bit, before breaking out into a grin, when Brendon and Spencer say, “hell yeah, we wouldn’t think of missing it.”
As they head towards the door Spencer and Ryan are whispering to each other and Jon is piggy-backing Brendon, cause he begged. And as they part ways they exchange farwells and hugs. Spencer kisses Ryan’s forehead and then dramatically blows a kiss to Jon, who dramatically catches it and places it on his ass and they all giggle. Ryan gives Brendon a little wave and they are off.
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Brendon gets back into the house and decides he needs to find something amazing to wear, cause he still feels like he needs to impress Ryan. And it is Ryan’s birthday… His thoughts come to a dramatic hault when he realizes he forgot. He didn’t even say happy birthday to Ryan. He said ‘I know’ . He groans and kicks his dresser and squeels when he hits the same toe that he had stubbed a few days ago. He hops over to his bed where he nurses his hurt toe and then begins to furiously type away on his phone until he has sucessfully pulled up Twitter and his account. Then he proceeds to @replies the one and only Ryan Ross.
@thisisryanross you say it's your birthday. Happy Birthday to ya!
11:51 AM Aug 30th from web in reply to thisisryanross
Brendon posts it and feels better, so he runs to the shower before Spencer can get to it.
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Ryan walks back to his room and goes over the events that just happened. He wonders if Brendon got him anything and then laughs at the thought. He think it could be fun and even cool cause Brendon can pick ‘em when it comes to birthday presents, but sadly wishes that Brendon would realize that he would be just as happy if it was just him. No presents, not even cake, it woulsn’t matter if Brendon was with him, he would be the happiest man in the world.
He checks his phone for the infamous ‘happy birthday’ tweets and notices the one from Brendon and his stomach flutters. He replies to him before anything else.
@brendonuriesays hey thanks man!
2:37 PM Aug 30th from TweetDeck
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Brendon gets out and slips on a pair of neon yellow boxers, then takes an hour rummaging through his closet. He sits on his bed and sighs, having only found a pair of jeans (that Ryan bought him).
He looks up and sees Spencer leaning against the door frame and smiling.
“Let’s go or we’re gonna be late.”
Brendon pouts and tells him he can’t find a shirt to wear. Spencer gets a devios look in his eyes and saunters towards Brendon. He tells him to put the pants on and Brendon does, cause again, you don’t question Spencer Smith.
After the pants are pulled on, zipped and buttoned up, Spencer grasps Brendon’s wrists and drags him out and down the stairs.
“What are you…” Spencer cuts him off quickly with a ‘shut it, you’ll see’.
He stops in front of the door and picks up a bag. Brendon thinks that he must have ran out while he was in the shower. Spencer pulls out a black t-shirt and unfold it, handing it to Brendon. Brendon holds it up to read the neon lettering. “Duck Tape, really?” And then he glances over the words and looks up to Spencer with wide eyes that say hell no. Spencer just tells him to put it on and then shoves him out the door and to the car, despite Brendon’s whining and pleading.
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He pulls the shirt over his head, accepting his defeat after 15 whole minutes of pouting that did absolutely nothing.
And he decides that he might as well wear it with pride and not be a wimp about it. He jumps out of the car and skips up to the door proudly sporting his home-made shirt.
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Gabe is the first to notice, cause he is the first to arrive and Brendon is still on the porch trying to get someone to come to the door.
“Woa ho! You’re gonna murder the doorbell, honey.” Vicky T pats his head and grasps the doorknob, twisting and pushing it open.
Brendon stands there like and idiot praying that no one else saw that, when Gabe snakes up behind him (yeah snakes, cause he’s Gabe Saporta) and chuckles before pinching his sides, “you idiot!” He turns the boy around, instantly drawn to the neon colors he’s spotted.
“Fuck Me! Its your birthday.” Gabe looks at it for a moment. He smirks, “you dirty little fucker, you! I always knew you would take it like a man.” He chuckles and scurries off with the rest off the band following close at his heel and laughing about what they just heard. “Hey!” Brendon yells, but they’re already long gone.
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So the party lasts most of the night and some of the are drunk, some high, and some are what we like to call just plain shitty. Brendon on the other hand is still sober. He didn’t feel like drinking because he had actually wanted to talk with Ryan. He just hasn’t gotten a chance, yet.
Ryan is being bombarded and he maybe really wants to ditch everyone and find Brendon, but he realizes these people are not far from passing out so he waits it out. And sure enough about an hour later the place has gona quiet and most everyone has passed out in various positions in various places. The smart ones rest are in the few guest rooms that are in the house.
Ryan goes to find Brendon.
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Brendon is brooding about this night and how he just wants Ryan, right now!
And well he just about falls off of his stool, when said boy walks into the room. Brendon smiles at Ryan’s appearance. He looks, just less than, completely wrecked, but his smile reaches his eyes as he walks toward Brendon and that is enough.
Brendon jumps up suddenly having an idea.
“You haven’t received your birthday spankings, Ross” Ryan laughs.
Brendon steps up into Ryan’s space and says turn around. “You’re serious.” And Ryan knows right then that yes he totally is. Ryan whines and tells Brendon no, but Brendon isn’t having it. He grabs Ryan’s hips whipping him around and pushing him towards the counter’s edge. Ryan eyes bug out and he begins to struggle. Brendon swats him on the ass, hard enough that Ryan almost moans. “Now, don’t go being a bad boy.”
“Brendon, don’t actually... Look can’t you just let me blow out candles or something?”
“Yep. That’s for later, though.” Ryan begins to struggle, because, if Brendon goes through with this, it is going to get awkward.
“No, look, this is weird. Brendon, I’m 23 years old.”
“Yeah, that is old.” He thinks for a moment before continuing to wrestle Ryan onto the counter. “I’ll just say that 10 counts.” He grins so wide that he thinks his face is going to fall off. He feels all giddy and excited. Ryan is getting really uncomfortable and Brendon decides he loves to see the older man stuggle against his grip, especially now that his skin is beginning to flush.
When Ryan decides that he either he has to get Brendon off of him now or risk facing a particuarly embarrassing situation, he pushes back rather hard, causing Brendon to fumble a bit. However, Brendon was somewhat expecting a fight, so he is quick to push Ryan into the edge of the counter, with enough force that maybe makes him pause and mutter a quick apology. But he doesn’t relent his hold, just uses his body to press Ryan down. He moves his hand up and slong Ryan’s spine to his neck, causing him to shutter, and he soflty presses into the skin guiding Ryan to lay the side of his face on the surface. Brendon doesn’t move, until Ryan stills under him.
“Good, now, let’s get to this.” The giddiness in his voice makes Ryan realize how much Brendon sees this as, innocent and just following traditions. Ryan finally relents to the younger boy’s wishes and relaxes his body. He sucks in his lip, biting down just in case he is affected in the way he fears, by this. By being spanked. By Brendon.
Brendon swats him a few times in a row hard and fast and Ryan is trying, and failing, at any type of control, aside from his vocal chords. And even that is getting hard to do.
When it is over, Ryan takes a deep breath and wishes that he could dissappear. He suceeded in not vocalizing, his being turned on, but his body didn’t exactly agree with that and his pants are now extremely tight and uncomfortable.
He turns around and slinks off, taking a seat on the table, praying that Brendon will take a seat in the chair. Brendon smiles and moves over to stand in front of Ryan, who is sitting criss-cross apple sauce on the table.
Brendon decides not to question him, but places his hands on the older man’s knees and leans towards his face, “you, my little birthday boy, did not let me finish.” Brendon stares him down a moment before moving up onto the table to straddle Ryan. “I didn’t give you one to grow on…”
Brendon wiggles around to situate himself in Ross’ lap, when he notices that Ryan is very obviously turned on. He looks into Ryan’s eyes, the innocence and playfulness dissappearing from his own, to be replaced by a serious, lustful gaze. He licks his lips and then stares back at Ryan. He decides that if he’s gotten this far, he might as well test his luck, further.
Brendon, expirementally, rolls his hips and Ryan moans loudly, tucking his head into Brendon shoulder to try and muffle it. He grabs the sides of Ryan’s face and pulls him up to him, attacking his mouth in a passionate kiss, before pushing him back lightly, so that he is layinh on the table. Brendon groans when he feels Ryan’s hands on his bare skin and then again, only louder, when Ryan bucks up into him. Brendon is rather hard now, as well, and the pressure they’re creating feels good, like really good. Brendon thinks, like, fuck me, kind of good.
They continue they’re little heated make-out session until Brendon has to pull back and catch his breath. He looks at Ryan, really looks at him, and decides that yeahhe wants it, and says in the most seductive tone that he can muster up, “fuck me, Ryan ! It’s your birthday.” Ryan moans and is quick to turn them over, so that Brendon is underneath him, laying on the table’s surface. They rid themselves of their clothing hastily and when they finally meet again, skin on skin, they both moan rather loudly rutting against one another and loving the delicious friction.
Ryan asks Brendon if he is sure because they, suprisingly, never went this far. Brendon had always wanted his first time to be special and Ryan respected that, so here he was asking and possibly killing the whole mood Brendon was trying to set, but he had to because this was Brendon. He only wanted to be sure.
Brendon smiled at him and pecked his lips before spreading his legs wider, “yeah ryry I want you in me, fo’ sho!” Ryan rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself. He loved Brendon’s dorkiness. He kissed him before pushing his fingers into Brendon’s mouth, to coat his fingers.
Brendon had taken the fingering better than Ryan had expected and after the third was begging for his cock, and if that didn’t make Ryan come right there. Fuck. He didn’t though because he wanted this to be good for the both of them. For Brendon.
Brendon whined when Ryan pushed in, small tears escaping his eyes, but he held Ryan close, legs wrapped firmly around the man’s waist.
Ryan promised it would get better and Brendon trusted him.
Ryan pushed the rest of the way in and waited for Brendon to relax. Brendon was tight and hot and Ryan moaned. He was gorgeous and amazing and just everything. He ran the hand, that he wasn’t using to hold himself up, across Brendon’s body and up to his face before brushing the hair out of his face. Brendon already had a sheen of sweat covering his body and Ryan decided that it made him all the more lovely. He kissed Brendon’s lips lightly, once, twice and then again, lingering slightly longer, as he began thrusting shallowly and steadily, picking up a descent rhythm.
He picked up the pace after Brendon had moaned out a ‘faster, please,’ breathless and desperate.
They were both so completely lost in the feel of each other that they had forgotten everything around them. Ryan thrusting hard into Brendon, who began to match his thrusts, each of them grasping hard into one anothers mouths’ that were sloppily moving together, licking, sucking and biting.
Brendon reached down towards his leaking cock, but his hand was quickly smacked away. Ryan wanted him to cum, without his cock being touched. Ryan was determined.
He paused, pulling out a bit, and changed the angle lifting Brendon’s legs over his shoulders. The younger looked confused for a moment, until Ryan pulled all of the way out and slammed back in hard enough that the table shook, and Brendon screamed. Ryan continued to thrust into him, hard and fast, Brendon making sounds, that had Ryan moaning out a mantra of his name.
Soon Brendon was shaking slightly, curses and Ryan’s name on his lips. Seconds later, he gasped and cryed out Ryan’s name one final time as he let go. Ryan followed only moments later, coming deep inside of Brendon and biting his shoulder to muffle out his cry.
They layed still for a while, before Ryan pulled out, lifting himself off of Brendon. He slid off of the table and walked over to grab a few napkins to clean themselves off.
Brendon smiled and moved to sit, but grimaced at the pain in his ass as well as the cum sliding out of him and onto the table. Ryan laughed, “well at least we know not to eat on that table.” And they both giggled. Ryan moved over to clean Brendon and the table off, and threw the dirty napkins into the waste basket. He picked Brendon up bridal-style and carried him into his room, placing him on the bed.
They slid under the covers and snuggled up to each other. Brendon had been thinking a little bit and it hit him, just like that, “fuck me…”
“Yeah, yeah, brenny. I know, it’s my birthday.” Ryan giggled at the saying and Brendon shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “No, it’s just that… I just, I’m… I’m sorry Ryan. I should have never hurt you. Ever. You loved me and… and hopefully you still do.” He looked down, hiding under his hair.
Fuck me. “I…I love you.”
Ryan melted and pulled the boy closer, tears filling his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. “I love you, too, Brendon. I could never stop loving you, baby. My Brendon.” He kissed Brendon’s forehead and sniffled, “I love you, too.”
And this. This, the boy in his arms, would be enough for the rest of his life, no matter what happened. This was the best birthday present that he has ever recieved. Brendon Boyd Urie.
Brendon smiled and it reached his eyes, like it did everytime he was around Ryan. He curled into Ryan even further, “Happy birthday, m’ love.”
And with that they drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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The next morning the boys woke up late, tangled in each other and the in the sheets.
“Good morning, babe” Ryan smiles.
“Good morning, honey,” Brendon gigled at how they sounded like some old married couple. And when Ryan asked why he had laughed, he tells him this.
Ryan raises a brow, and says, “I don’t know about old, but married doesn’t sound so bad.” Brendon, blows away the sunshine, his smile so wide and beautiful, Ryan can’t help but smile too.
“I love you.” Ryan kisses him.
“And I love, you.” Brendon gives him an eskimo kiss. “Now, let’s go. You have to tell everyone that my birthday present was way better than anyone else’s.”
Ryan gets up, grasping his boyfriend’s hand, leading him out of the bedroom.
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When Ryan and Brendon finally stumble into the kitchen, Spencer and Jon are fixing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the table.
Ryan stops and stares, not sure wheather to say anything, but then decides to try and avoid it all together after Spencer picks his up and takes a large bite our of it.
Jon looks over and takes in the boy’s appearances and smiles. Spencer looks around and is like, “No fucking way,”around another large bite of his sandwich.
And Ryan is definitely needing to avoid this. But it’s as if his life hates him because Spencer says, “so was he good Ry?” And Ryan flushes, “and why would yu think that I was gonna be the one to take it?” Spencer grunts out a small laugh, as if to say look at you. Jon pipes up. “So can we not talk about this please. I’m about to eat,” and so he doesn’t feel like he is trying to say he isn’t cool with they’re relationship, he adds, “ and I’ll probably hear about it at some point ‘cause if you havent noticed, little Brenny, here, talks a lot.”
Spencer doesn’t actually care to hear the details he just loves to torture Ryan. “So you finally put that expensive as shit bed of yours to good use, did ya?” Jon glares and places his sandwich back on the table, cause he just doesn’t want to be thinking about his best friends fucking, while he’s eating.Spencer chokes down the last it of his sandwich and glares back at Jon before wiping a sploch of jelly that had fallen from his sandwich onto the table with his finger, then proceeding to slurp it off of his finger. He likes getting on Jon’s nerves too.
Brendon chokes on his spit and gives Ryan a quick glance and then the table, and back to Ryan, eyes taking on a glazed over look as he remembers the previous night. Jon quirks an eyebrow, wondering why he looked at the table and then at Ryan like that when Spencer asked… “oh.” He looks at his sandwich that is sitting on the table and suddenly really thankful he didn’t eat it.
All of the sudden Spencer screams, “No! You dind’t” Ryan shrugs but then starts to smile, because payback is a bitch, Spencer Smith. “Oh my fucking god, you fucked on the table!” And Ryan slides up behind Brendon angling his face to kiss him before staring back and just looking like the smug little bastard he transformed into, after realizing that this means Spencer can’t say shit, now. Caus e he know that as much as Spencer loves to torture him, he actually has no interest whatsoever in his sex life, but this. This is gold.
Spencer takes hold of his neck and starts to gag, rather dramatically. “My insides! Ryan you dick” Ryan gigles and Brendon laughs as well.
Jon grins and Spencer squeels at him. “Don’t you take there side on this, Jonathon Walker. They fucked on your table!”
Jon just smiles, before standing up and patting Spencer on the back “Paybacks a bitch, dude.”
He walks over to Ryan and Brendon and congratualtes them. Then gives a quick high five to the both of them, when they looked over to Spencer who was lying on the floor still holding his throat and whining, because they were all thinking the exact same thing.
“Hey, Bren, seriously though. I love you and all, but you are going to scrub down that table asap. And please warn me next time. Like you can even put a sticky saying ‘warning: we fucked here’ until yu can clean it.”
The boys laugh and nod there heads and Jon exits the room.
Ryan kisses Brendon again, turning him around in his arms and picking him up, deepening the kiss for a moment before pulling back just enough to rest their foreheads together.
“I love you, Brendon Boyd Urie.”
Brendon pecks him, “and I love you, George Ryan Ross.”
Ryan thinks that he hopes this, what they have right in that moment, will last. Brendon seeing this practically reads his mind, responding in the most sencere fashion, “forever and always.” He giggles softly, “well…if you’ll have me for that long.”
“Of course.” A tear slides down Ryan’s cheek and Brendon kisses it away.
“Forever and always, Bren.”
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The End.