The Publicity Stunt - Ryden

Chapter 12: The release party

"No!" I laugh softly as Brendon plays with my guitar. He's horrible at it. I keep moving his fingers to the right strings but he can't seem to hold them in place very long. A G note was easy, but Brendon still couldn't get it.

"I'm fucking trying!" He says back with a soft laugh, fingers falling to his lap. I chuckle gently and wrap my arms around him, my hand on his as I lift his hand back up to adjust his fingers to the right strings. My heart flutters when he looks over his shoulder at me with a soft smile.

"Eyes on the strings." I direct and Brendon nods obediently, his eyes falling to watch my fingers on his. I take his other hand, which is holding my purple fender guitar pick and bring it down to strum the note. G. It was that simple. "See? It's not that hard."

"You did that. Not me. I can't concentrate when your crotch is pressed up against me like that!" He exclaims, whining softly like a puppy when I move away from him. I can't help but laugh at that.

He's adorable when he whines. He looks up at me with big eyes and a pouted lip and I instantly shake my head at him, knowing what he wants without him having to say it. "We just had sex like an hour ago." I say with a soft sigh, but he just keeps pouting at me. Fuck him. Fuck his cute pouty expression. I hate it. "Bren... We need to get ready for the release party." His expression doesn't waver. I roll my eyes softly and move to grab my guitar from him, putting it back in it's case with a sigh. "You're unbearable. You know that? I hate you." I groan as I move to climb onto his lap.

He let's out a slight squeak of victory and his hands are instantly on my back, holding me to him. "I hate you too Ry..." He says with a soft purr as I lean down to kiss at his neck, sucking as hard as I want to. I want to mark him. Claim my territory. I want everyone at the party to know he belongs to me, even if it's a lie.

***

His neck was covered in purple marks when we walked into the party. I had a few marks from his too, one above the base of my dick, a few on my ass from his fingers, and one on my collarbone. All from him. I was glad we were both wearing suits. No one could see the almost visible mark on my collarbone, but everyone could see the marks just beneath his ear and on the front of his neck. Brendon didn't care though, he wore them like a badge of honor.

"Aren't hickies a little middle schoolish?" Dallon asked from behind us. We turned around to see him smiling at us, his arm wrapped around Sarah. They both wore this smile that said more than he ever could. Finally. The two fucking belonged together. Anyone could see that.

"You finally get Sarah to let you fuck her?" Brendon asks with a smirk. He's been around a lot lately, and anyone who has been backstage could see the two growing closer everyday. It was only a matter of time before they got together. Sarah blushes a bright red and Dallon just smirks. They just answered the question without saying anything, and they both know it.

"I um.." Sarah begins, flustered from Brendon's question. "God... I lost my train of thought." She thinks for a moment before letting out "oh! I was going to tell you two that you're scheduled to break up next Friday! That's when Brendon's vogue cover comes out." I almost stop breathing. Scheduled? We had a fucking date to break up? And it was in less than a week? Fuck.

I didn't want it to end. I needed to the stupid excuse to keep Brendon in my bed every night. What was I supposed to do without him? How was I supposed to-- "Finally..." Brendon breaths out with relief. I think my heart breaks right then and there. The relief on his face is enough to make me cry. He wants out. He doesn't want to be with me and why would he? I was kidding myself if I thought Brendon was ever anything real. He only fucked me because he knew I was the only one he was allowed to fuck. All the other stuff was just method acting.

I break away from him and quickly find myself walking to the bar within seconds of his response. I order and whiskey on the rocks and wonder when the fuck it was that I decided it was okay to fall in love with Brendon Urie. He was an asshole. He was nothing more than a fucking asshole.

No....

He was the asshole who just broke my heart with one word.