Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 35

By eight o'clock Saturday morning, all twenty-five members of only my close family (I know, I know, but my family is mostly Mormon, so really, what do you expect from us?) are at my house, banging around and making a racket, waking both me and Ryan up.

Ryan yawns, stretching his arms over his head, and then kind of just falls down onto my chest, looking up at me through his thick eyelashes. "Don't worry," he mumbles, pecking me a quick kiss. "I'm sure we'll get through it."

I shrug, because yeah, I really kind of doubt it to be honest.

"You're mom said she talked to them," he points out, rubbing my arm.

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll be on their best behavior," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

He smiles, but rolls his eyes back at me as he climbs overtop of me (kneeing my in the thigh in the process) and out of bed - giving me a perfect view to his amazing, and very naked ass.

I almost grow hard from the sight.

"Mmph, come back here," I whine, making grabby hands at him, but unfortunately, he's just too far away.

He shakes his head, a smirk on his lips as he pulls a pair of clean boxers from the top drawer, and slides them up his slender legs. "Brendon, like, all of your family members are just downstairs. You are not suggesting we have sex."

Gah... But... but... Ryan Ross's penis. I can't look and not have, it hurts too much.

I stick out my lower lip into a pout, and he shakes his head, boxers now completely on. "That's not going to work," he says. "Just get up. You're mom's going to come up here any second waking us up, anyway."

I groan, and reluctantly pull myself out of bed, throwing the covers off of my own naked form, and then just sit there for a few seconds, rubbing my sleepy eyes.

Something soft and light lands on my head, and Ryan goes, "Put those on. That's not fair."

I look up, confused, and his eyes slide down to my uncovered, unclothed lower half. I smirk, but I do as he says, and stand up, sliding them on. Ryan turns his back to me, as he searches through another drawer for shirts for us to wear. It's kind of funny actually, because at this point, I don't even know whose clothes are whose anymore. We share everything from t-shirts and hoodies, to underwear and socks - we just don't share jeans because Ryan's legs are 875835 times longer than mine, and 38458437 times thinner too.

We are just, so a married couple.

I sneak up behind him, and wrap both my arms around his waist, pulling him flush into my chest as I press my nose just behind his ear and nibble on the sensitive skin of his neck. "You are just so hot, you know that?" I growl. "I just want to eat you all up."

He laughs, and tilts his head to the side to look me in the eye. "Maybe later," he smirks.

Then, I just dive at his lips, and turn him all the way around, practically shoving his back against the dresser as I attack him with my mouth. He kisses me back willingly, and moans as our naked chests brushing together and my tongue rubs against his.

He slips his leg in between mine, and his hands grip at my neck, as he slowly starts grinding his hips up against mine.

Haha! I knew he couldn't resist the seduction powers of Brendon Urie!

"Ugh, Brendon," he groans against my lips as I roll my hips against his, hard and steady, "I - oh my - fuck." He lets his head fall back; smacking it against the wooden dresser behind him, but it doesn't seem to affect him much though.