"He said what?"
It was a cold night in September of 2006, the members of Panic! at the Disco were out with a group of friends, including members from Fall Out Boy. Brendon was conversing with Pete Wentz as the group walked down the streets of Las Vegas, the topic regarding Brendon's relationship with Ryan Ross.
"Oh, pretty boy fucking wishes. He couldn't even top a girl, did you really believe him?" Brendon scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk of sorts, as if proud that he could brag about how he tops the boy.
"I didn't think he'd lie about that. You sure you aren't the one lying?" Pete teased, nudging Brendon's shoulder as Ryan glanced over towards them.
Brendon and Pete were speaking in hushed tones as Ryan was just to the left of Brendon, lost in a conversation with the drummer Spencer. Of course, Brendon obviously didn't want Ryan to be dragged into the conversation to get his view out there, but Brendon couldn't stand to seem like a liar.
Brendon was just about to tap the brunette on the arm, but stopped. An idea came to mind. An idea that would take a little while to execute. Though, a great idea nonetheless.
"What all did he say?" Brendon inquired casually.
"He said 'I made him my bitch and he liked it,' or something," Pete chuckled at the resurfaced memory from the conversation him and Ryan had a few hours prior.
"Hm. You believe him?" The younger man questioned, a snarky smirking pulling on his lips.
"Maybe," Pete simple shrugged, curious as to where Brendon was taking this.
Pete's response seemed to be the exact response Brendon needed, "I can prove he lied,"
The bassist quirked up an eyebrow, "Yeah?"
"Tomorrow you'll understand," Brendon stated calmly.
Pete seemed to connect some of the dots, nodding. Either outcome seemed fine by him. If Brendon was bullshitting, Pete would have something to make fun of Brendon for. If Brendon wasn't bullshitting and Ryan was lying, oh, Pete could have some fun with that. Endless teasing was cued up already, all because Ryan couldn't admit he bottoms.
The group separated to their respective bubbles, Ryan and Brendon connecting back again in conversation with Ryan starting, "You good, B? You seem focused,"
"You'll find out soon, Ryry," Brendon shrugged nonchalantly.
Ryan didn't push it as he could already see Brendon's growing erection. The singer was definitely conjuring up something.
The group finally made it to the hotel they were staying at for the next few days, the four of them crammed into the small elevator with a batch of strangers. Ryan had his back to Brendon, standing there, oh, so innocently.
Brendon stood right behind Ryan, pressing his half hard, clothed dick to the older boy's plump ass whilst his hands gripped the guitarist's squeezable hips, "You're in for it tonight, baby boy,"
Ryan's face flushed pink, breathing getting noticably heavier. He stayed silent, swallowing thickly as he dropped his hands to clasp together infront of his crotch. The elevator doors opened, everyone thankfully piling out and splitting off to their rooms. Lucky for Ryan, he was bunked with his domineering boyfriend.
Almost immediately after walking through the door to their room, Brendon clicked it shut with his heel and trapped Ryan between him and the closest wall. This was what Brendon must've been thinking of earlier in the night.
"So, you told Pete that you 'made me your bitch?', Ryan?" The singer whispered roughly into Ryan's ear, hands gripping the skinnier man's wrists above his head.
