Dedicated to Jen.
Chapter one ; Ryan.
we could ride, we could ride.
take my hand and watch the world go by.
Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly.
"Nice show, Ross." Brendon tossed me a water bottle as we sat back stage in our dressing rooms, our faces and necks coated with sweat. We had just finished our Chicago show, which was a huge hit. I had never been a big fan of drugs and alcohol and all that stuff, but man. Being up there and feeling the crowd go wild once we stepped foot on the stage...that's about the best high anyone could ever get. I smirked, leaning back in my chair and propping my feet up on the desk. "Same goes to you, Urie."Jon and Spencer had already taken off, the last time I saw them they were leaving with at least two groupies on each arm. Brendon looked so sexy with his hair pressed against his forehead, leaning against the wall and taking huge gulps of water. I swallowed, a smirk still plastered on my face. "So. Where to after this then?" I asked, yawning slightly. "Well...the hotel?" Brendon smirked back. I felt my body tense up at the thought, and I had to take a few moments to regain composure.
"No, dipshit," I rolled my eyes. "I mean what city?" I asked, yawning and flexing my feet, stretching my arms out and hearing the satisfying sound of my bones cracking. "Mmm, oh that." Brendon smirked, and I watched as he slowly, slyly, inched towards the door and quickly shut it, his fingers slyly gliding over the doorknob. He smirked, and then began to walk towards me.
This wasn't anything new. Brendon and I had been doing this for at least the last ten shows. We'd play an awesome gig, wait till the guys started to pack stuff up and for Spencer and Jon to leave, we'd fool around in the dressing room and retreat back to the hotel. It wasn't like we were lovers or anything. I think that we were just two lonely guys who had some kind of lust/friendship relationship going on.
Brendon grabbed my arm and pressed me against the wall, the smell of him wafted through the air and into my nostrils, causing me to tense up. I sighed deeply, my hands clutching the side of the wall. He loved to tease, he was a tease. His lips were slowly, delicately traveling across my chin, sending my stomach into butterflies. His lips landed on my neck, his hands finding their way to embrace my hips.
God dammit. He knew how to get me.
I had baited breath as his hands began to work on my belt, my eyes clamped shut with anticipation. I started to hear screams from coming outside, and at first I tried to ignore it. "Baby...just ignore it, c'mon." Brendon murmured, on his knees now. I shrugged it off, probably just some insane groupie. We got a lot of those, and it was definitely nothing that should interrupt Brendon and I's err, quality time.
"I'm sorry, miss. But this is a restricted area, you either have to be with the band or have a pass." I heard one of the security guards tell the supossed girl outside. "No!" The girl's voice rose, and I swore I knew it from somewhere. I tried to hear the conversation and focus on the fact that Brendon's hands were in a place that made it hard to think at all. "I don't think you understand, I need to see Ryan!" The girl's voice was loud and intense.
"Miss, no you can't go in there--" The security guard said, just as Brendon tugged down on my boxers. And in a matter of moments, the door to my dressing room flung open. The site was almost comical, there was me, half naked. The security guards had their arms around this girl, trying to pull her away. Brendon gasped, standing up and looking like he had just lost all of the color in his face.
"Ryan." The voice spoke. I bent over, pulling up my boxers and quickly trying to cover up what Brendon and I were about to. I looked up, expecting to see some crazy fan girl half naked, asking me to sign her boobs. But then I saw that face.
It was her. She had come back.