Midnight Rape - (Standalone) - Brendon/Ryan

2008-06-12T18:43:59Z

Title: Midnight Rape (Standalone)

Author:

Rating: R...?

Pairing: Brendon/Ryan

Summary: Ryan gets fed up with being teased onstage by Brendon.

Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t know them, didn’t happen.

Word Count: 2068 words

Ryan’s POV: I watch while Brendon prances around the stage, making every one in front of him, and around him, just slightly hot and bothered. As I burst into a solo, he writhes center stage, moaning like a whore into the mic. I keep my eyes glued to him, watching his every move. How he caresses his body, how his hips dip and move to Spencer’s beat, how lost he seems in the music. Seems, being the key word there. He knows what he’s doing, and it’s all a stage act. His flamboyant, sexy, outrageous attitude and personality are only contained by the stage. Off stage, he’s quite the opposite, even in front of a camera. I guess the same could be said about me. Off stage, I’m a quiet, intellectual guy who doesn’t get bothered by much. On stage, it’s like I’m falling for Brendon’s tricks. When he stands behind me, his hands on my hips, I sway with him. He pushes forward, I’ll push back. Just one hot breath down my cheek is all it takes from him to get me flustered, and the blood flowing down my abdomen and into my pants. Luckily for me, after only a couple live shows with Brendon, I learned to wear a jock on stage. Not only does it make your package look bigger, but it helps contain those unwanted erections that come from one certain Mr. Urie’s hand grazing the curve of my ass, or licking the very edge of my ear. He knows just how to get me going; how to push my buttons. But like I said before, that’s onstage. It’s not like after the shows we continue the routine right into bed where we fuck each other senseless. Oh how I wish we would though.

“Take us out Spence!” Brendon calls up to my best friend behind the drums, who begins a lengthy drum fill, revving up the crowd one last time before the lights go down and we get off the stage. Brendon sweats beside me as we wait to be able to see to get to our dressing room.

“Great show guys. Brendon, you were really good out there tonight.” Our manager says. Once the lights come on backstage, I lock eyes with Brendon for a split second, only to catch him as he winks at me. No. That doesn’t happen. Brendon doesn’t wink, and even if he does, he doesn’t wink at ME. I wish I could just jump his sexy bones right there, and not have either of us think anything of it. All that’s going to change tonight however. After all of this teasing and sexual torture on stage, I’ve devised a plan to finally get Brendon into bed with me. Or…force myself into bed with him. Either way, I’ll be sexually satisfied by the end of the night.

Later on, after we’ve signed in at the hotel and signed about a million and 3 autographs, we arrive at our rooms, all of us basically pooched. Spencer and Jon go into their room and go directly to sleep, completely exhausted. Brendon and I retreat to our room, only to find, our manager didn’t get us a room with a double bed. Maybe it won’t be that hard to force Brendon into bed with me after all.

“Looks like someone’s sleeping on a cot tonight!” Brendon teases as he falls onto the bed, spreading his arms and legs as wide as possible to reach each side of the bed.

“This is a King size bed. We’ll both fit.” He just shakes his head and keeps his position.

“Nope. Me, bed. You, cot. End of story. You always steal the blankets.” I smirk and decide to maybe take this as an opportunity to start something, so I jump on top of him, straddling his waist and grabbing his wrists to pin them to the mattress.

“I’m sleeping in here with you! End. Of. Story!” I giggle while he rolls his eyes and tugs on his wrists.

“Come one Ry, get off. I want to go to sleep without an anorexic 12 year old sitting on me.” I dramatically gasp, then hold on tighter.

“No. Not until you do something for me.” He cocks his eyebrow, getting that seductive and inquisitive look on his face.

“Oh yeah? What would that be, Mr. Ross?” I open my mouth to speak, expecting me to simply demand a kiss, as if it were nothing, but no sound comes out. I guess this won’t be as easy as I thought it would be.

“Um…you…you gotta get my breakfast in the morning.” GREAT lie there Ryan. That’s SO genius.

“Alright, anything for you to get the fuck off.” I roll off, then let him go get changed and ready for bed. All right, fuck the plan. I’m going to have to wing it.

Once we’re both settled in and ready to fall asleep, I get the cogs in my brain working, making up a whole new plan as I go. I wait for him to fall asleep, and my knowledge of him being a heavy sleeper will come in very handy here. I hear his breathing slow down, then I know for sure he’s out. My hands are fucking shaking when I reach around him, putting my palm flat on his bare stomach. I’m so shaky, and so nervous, I don’t think I can go through with this. I mean, if he doesn’t go along with this, even though I’ve already gone too far, this could be considered rape for god sakes.

‘Ryan, what have you gotten yourself into?’ I ask myself as I force my hand down the front of his pajama pants. He’s completely naked under there; this is perfect. I reach down, cutting off all rational thinking as I wrap my skinny fingers around his cock, feeling its size and thickness. Damn, I always knew he was packing but…wow. I’m probably in over my head on this one. That thought doesn’t stop me though, because as I feel around, ever so slightly stroking his balls, he whimpers in his sleep and pushes his hips forward. This encourages me to do more, so I play with his junk, going slow to make a mental note of every sensitive spot I touch, earning me a whimper or grunt in return. Within what seems to be only a couple short minutes, his dick is getting harder in my hand, and I’m getting harder in my own pants. I almost jump away when he rolls over, moaning as he does so, to face me. I keep my hand in his pants, watching his facial expressions. I massage his balls, he looks like he’s in heat and horny as hell, his face all contorted and distressed. I stroke his length, he shows a hint of a smile, looking relieved and relaxed.

‘You like that don’t you, you whore?’ I think as I watch, wanting to just pull so hard on his dick that he wakes up, then fuck the shit out of him.

“Ugh…..Harder…” He mumbles through his sleepy haze. I always knew he sometimes talked in his sleep, but never begged for sexual favors.

“You like that Brenny?” He quietly grunts, thrusting his hips towards my hand. I pet his hair with my free hand, and work a little bit harder with my other. His keeps looking more and more into this, and for a bit, I think he might actually be awake and enjoying this. Then he continues with the sleep talking.

“Audrea…oh…yeah baby. Just like that…” While he says this, I make sure to put pressure in all the right places, making him as hard as he’ll probably get while being unconscious. Then I push him to lay flat on his back, and pull down his pajamas. I’ve finally completed my plan. I’m going to ride his cock, and cum in his face. Maybe that’ll teach him not to tease me on stage anymore unless he plans on doing this afterwards. I pull off my bottoms, then climb up onto his thighs, my hard cock lying on his thigh.

“Fuck me…” He whispers, “Audrea…” I can’t handle anymore of his ex-girlfriend references, so I stop what my hands are doing and put both my hands on his shoulders.

“Brendon. Wake up.” Nothing. So I try again.

“Brendon Boyd Urie. Wake, UP!” Still nothing. So I decide to wake him up the only way I know how to, currently. I spit on my hand and reach down, rubbing my saliva all over his cock, using his pre-cum to lube it up as well. I don’t care if this hurts, I just want him in me fast, so neither of us can take it back once it’s happened. I aim up his dick with my hole, take a deep breath, then begin sitting down on his length. His normally thick cock is even thicker now, and I can barely stand the tightness of this all. He moans semi-loudly when my muscles contract on his member, and then he finally opens his eyes when I’m half way down. I don’t react to him, just keep lowering myself onto him, wanting all of him inside me.

“…R-Ry?” He mumbles, but then groans again as I push down hard, getting nearly all the way down.

“Shut up.” I warn him, then grab his wrists, kind of like I did earlier tonight. Except at that point, I wasn’t shoving his dick up my ass.

“What’re you doing?” He squints up at me, but I shake my head.

“It’s time for you to get what you deserve. You’ve…ugh, teased me for far too long onstage, so now, I’m paying you back.” I try explaining, then stop once my butt cheeks touch his hips, signifying I made it all the way down. He doesn’t say anything once I get moving, just moves with me. For the most part, I continue to hold his wrists down so he has no choice but to accept the fact that one of his best friends is riding his cock. It starts to get to be too much work to stay leant over him, so I let go of his wrists, using all the power in my legs to bounce in his lap, the only audible sounds being of the skin on my ass smacking against his thighs. I reach up, gripping my hair in my hands, combing it though my fingers. This is fucking heaven.

“Ryan I-“

“No. Shut up.” I bark at him, feeling so close.

“But-“

“NO!” I reach down, stroking my own neglected cock fast, feeling my orgasm building in my stomach. Thankfully, he stays silent until I release, shooting cum onto his chest and neck. I don’t know why, but I expected him to reject this, and not do anything, but when I go to slow down and get off, he grabs my hips and pounds up into me a couple more times before releasing deep inside me. This is the best ending I could have ever imagined for this plan of mine. I roll off him and lay back on the mattress, breathing heavily, the air smelling of sweat and sex. I roll over, expecting him to be mad, or confused, or… something negative. But, being the ever-surprising person he is, I find him smirking.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to crack. I thought I didn’t do a good enough job tonight.” My jaw basically drops.

“So…you’ve meant all those things you’ve done to me onstage?” He nods while he uses the bed sheet to clean off the cum on him.

“Yep. I couldn’t get up the courage to tell you when it’s just us so-“

“-So you molested me on stage instead, making me think it was all just an act.”

“It did lead us to this, didn’t it? A midnight rape?” I smirk back at that.

“You didn’t seem to mind.” Then he gets up to go get cleaned up. When he comes back, he’s got a washcloth for me and hands it to me as he lies back down.

“Oh, and if you were wondering,” he says, getting comfortable again, “I was going to say that you’re really hot when you’re having sex. All that sweating, and panting...it’s really sexy.” Then he’s out. God damn you, Brendon Urie.

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Midnight Rape - (Standalone) - Brendon/Ryan