Ryden Oneshots

Dream A Little Dream (1)

.:. Rating : R : NC-17 .:.
(basically its full of smut)

Word Count: 11028
Summary: Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross are best friends, bandmates and well straight. Or are they??

Ryan Ross had never thought he would end up feeling like someone’s play thing. Like he was being used for someone else’s needs. Like they couldn’t care less about what he wanted or what he needed. That they only thought about themselves.

He never thought he would feel like it, but that was exactly how he felt.

Sad thing was that Brendon Urie had no clue he was even doing it.

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It started one night after a very high-energy show. Coming off stage, everyone was bouncing off the walls. Brendon was so wound up that Ryan thought he might explode. From the second they came off stage, Brendon just couldn’t stop talking.

“Oh my god, that was fucking amazing,” Brendon said, almost ripping his shirt off. “The crowd was just so into it.” He tossed his shirt across the room. “And those three girls in the front row were just too unreal. I mean, they’ve been to the last four shows.”

Ryan had no idea who or what he was talking about, though the others nodded their heads. See, when Ryan Ross was on stage he was way too into the music to see or really notice what was going on around him, so noticing that three fans had been in the same spot for the last four shows totally went over his head.

“I think I know which ones you’re talking about,” Spencer now said, making Ryan look his way. He might be behind the drum kit, but he looked at the audience when he first came on and when he walked off at the end of it.

“They’re really nice too,” Jon added, taking a very long drink from the bottle of water in his hand, looking forward to taking a shower to cool off.

“Wait - you know these three girls?” Ryan asked and turned to look at him.

“I talked to them the other day on a run to Starbucks,” Jon shrugged, then looked at Brendon. “One of them really has the hots for you,” Jon winked like this was hardly a surprise to any of them.

“Oh really now?” Brendon smirked and started to undo his pants.

There was something about watching Brendon strip that had always intrigued Ryan. He couldn’t figure out if it was the way Brendon just pulled at his clothes, wanting them off so quickly that he didn’t care if he broke a zipper or lost a button. Or was it that the fact that in the end Brendon just stood there, naked, carrying on a conversation like he wasn’t at all naked? Either way, Ryan sat in his spot across the room, watching Brendon quickly remove his pants, tossing them over to join his shirt on the other side of the room.

“Why do you do that?” Ryan asked Brendon with a small smile dancing across his lips.

“Do what?” Brendon asked, resting his hands on his bare hips.

“Throw your clothes around the room. You know someone, no, you know Ialways have to pick them up.”

“But you do it ‘cause you love me, Ry,” Brendon said. He came to stand right in front of him at that moment… still naked.

’Look up. . look up’, Ryan kept repeating in his head. He knew it was rude to stare, even if Brendon was a closet exhibitionist.

“I don’t love you, Urie,” he scoffed. He glanced up at Brendon and almost moaned at the silly smile on Brendon’s face.

“Sure you don’t,” Brendon scoffed. He turned and headed off to the showers, giving the whole room more than a glimpse of his ass.

Once they had taken showers and filed onto the bus, they all soon passed out. Well, everyone that is, except one Ryan Ross.