Title: Cigarette Smoke. [2/2]
Author: handsom3lady
Rating:R for language and some sexy time.
Pairing:Ryden dutty~
POV:3rd
Summary:Ryan fulfills every fangirl and boy's dream and it's all because of a cigarette.
Disclaimer:If this is true then I'm having Brendon's love child.
Author Notes: What can I say? Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post I guess. This is just a bit of fun and I'm sorry if it's not all perfect, because I'm lame like that, sorry to say. Hope you like it!

Part Ein.

Part Zwei.

The roadies walk on and off the stage carried instruments, every time they test the equipment the crowd cheer. The crowd begin to cheers their name, demanding them to come on. Ryan bites his lip while waiting for them to come onstage, leaning over the barrier as far as he could to see if Brendon was in sight.

Butterflies make their way into Ryan’s stomach as the crowd begin to cheer as the band come on, Brendon taking centre stage. Ryan watches as he scans the crowd and his eyes fall on Ryan. He smirks and he turns to stay something to his band mates before they begin to play. The second the first note is out everyone behind Ryan begins to push, pull and shove, trying to get into Ryan’s place. He holds on to the bar tight and looks up to Brendon on the stage. He’s currently strutting around, singing, the sweat already beginning to form along his hair line. The song comes to an abrupt end and the room is filled with the sound of fans screaming and cheering and clapping. Brendon laughs into the microphone and introduces the band, as if there’s one person in the room who doesn’t know who they are. He goes into a speech about battle of the bands, Jon Walker, the bassist chipping in at the appropriate times. Brendon’s eyes fall on Ryan again and he smirks as he introduces his new song.

“It’s about fucking,” Brendon’s eyes keep on Ryan as he’s saying this and Ryan begins to blush, luckily the chances of him seeing the blush is fairly low. He doesn’t look away until the guitars begin the tune of the song and he needs to sing and put on a show.

“I swear he was looking at us when he said that!” Spencer gushes in my ear as the dirty song fills the room. “Maybe he wants to fuck one of us.”
Ryan simply laughs and they both sway side to side in time with the music, the best they could with the pressure of the crowd around them and a solid barrier restricting their movements.

-

The lights slowly come back on again, indicating that the gig is over and it’s time for all the smelly sweaty teenagers to make their way out of the venue.

“That was awesome!” Spencer almost squeals enthusiastically.
“Yeah, it was,” Ryan smirks to him; Brendon kept looking at Ryan during the concert, although this seems to have slipped past Spencer.
“We should totally go and see if we can meet them!” Spencer doesn’t really give Ryan much of a choice because the second he says this he launches off around the side of the building. Ryan rolls his eyes and follows Spencer slowly, getting a cigarette out while on the move.
“Fucking hell Ryan,” Spencer sighs as he sees Ryan put the stick in his mouth. “Will you just hurry you and not smoke around me?”
Ryan pulls the cigarette moodily out his mouth and shoves it back into the packet, muttering curse words under his breath.
“Spence,” Ryan complains as they settle on a wall a couple meters away from the stage door, where people are slowly gathering. “I need a smoke. Please?”
Spencer rolls his eyes and points for Ryan to go away.
“Fuck off,” Spencer pouts. “Smoke over there. I’m glad smoking means more to you than our friendship dickhead.”
Ryan gives an angry sigh, “Don’t get pissy Spence.”
Spencer crosses his arms and looks determinedly towards the stage door.
“Fine, I’ll be back in like five minutes.”
Spencer mumbles fine under his breath while Ryan heads off away from him. Who knew cigarette smoke could cause someone to get so upset? Ryan begins to light his cigarette when he’s around the corner; however the lighter gets blown out every time he attempts it. Suddenly a pair of hands surrounds the flame before it gets extinguished. Ryan looks up to see who the hands belong to and it’s none other than Brendon Urie.
“Urhm,” Ryan manages to choke out before lighting the fag. “Thank you…”
Brendon smirks while he lowers his hands.
“Could I bum you?” Brendon says slyly. Ryan chokes on the smoke he had just inhaled.
“What?” he laughs.
“Could I bum a cigarette…off you…?” Brendon screws up his eyebrows. “What did you think I’d said?”
Ryan shakes his head.
Great, the smokes got to my head and made me crazy, Ryan thinks while offering Brendon the packet. Brendon takes one gratefully and leans next to Ryan on the wall that he’d been supporting himself on.
“I saw your friend, he didn’t seem so happy.”
Ryan laughs while blowing out the smoke, causing it to come out in an uneven flow.
“No, he hates smokers. He hates me smoking.”
Then Brendon leans in near Ryan, so he’s inches away from him.
“Why would he hate that?” he smirks. “You look damn sexy with that fag in your hand.”
Ryan opens his mouth to say something but he finds it hard to as Brendon’s lips collide with him. They share an open-mouthed kiss, their cigarettes being neglected in their hands as they do this. Ryan drops his on the floor so he can wrap his arms around Brendon’s neck, pulling him further into the kiss, causing Ryan to be pushed harder into the wall. Ryan feels Brendon’s tongue slip inside Ryan’s open mouth and he explores Ryan’s mouth with his own, causing Ryan to make a low humming sound from the back of his throat. Brendon’s hips buck forwards and Ryan realises how hard they both are and he pulls away from Brendon to gasp. Brendon’s lips fill the space near Ryan’s ear.
“Do you want to go back to the tour bus?”
Ryan’s eyes widen and he coughs.
“Won’t the others mind?”
Brendon laughs and tugs on Ryan’s hand to follow him to the bus. They manage to stealthily avoid fangirls and boys and he opens the door and leads Ryan up the few stairs to the bus, locking the door after him.
Ryan stands at the top of the stairs, confused, waiting for Brendon to take the lead. Which he does, he takes the three steps in one and pushes Ryan into the side of the bus, forcing his tongue back into Ryan’s mouth. He lifts one of Ryan’s legs onto his hip and then the other and begins to carry him to the sofa area of the bus. He places Ryan on his back and he undoes Ryan’s belt buckle. Ryan lifts his arms to Brendon’s T-shirt and pulls it over his head then lifts his hips to let Brendon pull his jeans off.

Soon enough Brendon’s all lubed up and he’s thrusting into Ryan’s ass with as much power as he can, both writhing in ecstasy. Brendon mumbles incoherent sentences and Ryan pants, groaning every time Brendon makes a movement inside him. Brendon gives one final thrust before coming inside Ryan. He flips Ryan over and jerks Ryan off until he comes onto Brendon’s hand and his stomach. Brendon leans back onto his arms on the floor, while Ryan takes a moment to calm down on the sofa.

“You know Ryan,” Brendon reaches over to his abandoned jeans, pulling out a silver case. “I actually had cigarettes.”

-

Ryan leaves a note for Brendon, since he’s fallen asleep and Spencer’s sent him like a zillion text messages asking him where the fuck he is. He’s left his phone number and a thank you, if a thank you is the appropriate thing to leave after you’ve just been fucked by the guy…

He gets out the bus and walks to where Spencer is tapping his foot impatiently waiting for Ryan.
“Ryan!” Spencer says angrily. “You said five fucking minutes! It’s be two fucking hours!”
“Sorry Spencer,” Ryan yawns sleepily. “Anything happen?”
“Fuck yes!” Spencer lightens up considerably at the question. “I met them! Except Brendon…”
Ryan smirks and pats Spencer on the back to indicate that they should walk towards the car, which Ryan will be driving because he’s the most sober.
“I was with him,” Ryan reveals to Spencer and he scoffs.
“Keep dreaming Ryan,” he opens the door to the passenger side. “You fucking wish you were.”
Ryan gets into the drivers seat and Spencer is already dropping off in the seat next to him.
“I was,” Ryan says testily, putting the keys in the ignition.
“Whatever…” Spencer manages to say before a loud snore comes out of him. Ryan shakes his head and was about to start up the car when his phone starts to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey Ryan?” Brendon almost asks. “So, I found your note.”
Ryan hums down the phone.
“Well that’s good, you were meant to find it.”
“Shut your mouth Ryan,” Brendon jokes and Ryan can imagine him smiling on the other end. “So I’m in town for a couple days. Want to do something?”
Ryan laughs and looks at the sleeping Spencer next to him.
“Sure, whatever,” Ryan smirks; too bad Spencer is missing this.
Brendon laughs down the phone.
“Cool, Well, Ryan, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship…”