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For yousmellslutty's birthday, I made a specially formatted fic for her. SO HERE IT IS. But she doesn't know about this journal, so she can't spy on this one. I win. <333
And I wore my skillz out today. I wrote too much. So it sucks. DD:
SORRY BBS.
And I wore my skillz out today. I wrote too much. So it sucks. DD:
SORRY BBS.
Urie can't get enough of Ross There were times when Brendon Urie wished that he wasn't famous. He wished that he didn't have to sing on stage every night, because he really just wanted to sit on the couch with Ryan Ross and cuddle. The stage kisses, and the stage flirting, wasn't just staged. He really meant it. There was occasional day, when the stage flirting went just a bit too far. "What the fuck was that Brendon?" Ryan would yell once they'd gotten back on the bus. He was always infuriated with the boy, afraid that their fans might get the wrong message. Brendon would always smile sweetly at Ryan, "You know you liked it," and by this time, Ryan would already be on a bunk (it didn't matter whose) with Brendon rubbing his palm against Ryan's pants. But Ryan was good by the third time, able to keep his anger and his lust separate. It was a trait that Brendon absolutely hated, "That's not the fucking point here Brendon," Ryan would say harshly, glaring at Brendon. Brendon never gave up that easily, "Then what is the point? The fact that even though you're mad at me, you want me to stop before you get hard?" he'd begin to rub harder and faster. It was by this time that Ryan would begin to start losing focus in his vision. Ryan Ross was a fighter, and no Brendon Urie could break him, "The point is, that you need to stop fucking around before you get us both in trouble." "What type of trouble?" Brendon would tease, simply buying time for until Ryan would snap. "The type of trouble that gets you no sex for a week," Ryan would reply coldly, his eyes showing that he was serious. Brendon would get bored by this time, moving his hand from Ryan's crotch, up through his hair and stopping on the back of his head, forcing Ryan to look him straight in the eye. He'd kiss him hard and greedy, his tongue automatically entering Ryan's mouth. They'd kiss for a long time. Ryan's hands would fist in Brendon's shirt, forgetting why he was even mad at Brendon. They would pull apart at least five minutes later, letting Ryan rememeber his anger. Brendon would smile, "You'd never actually keep that promise." "No, but it's a good threat," and so Ryan would attack Brendon once more. This time, they would go all the way. |
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