smooth to the touch | ryden (hold)

praying for love

(TW: abuse & smut)
brendon had been going to the club more often now. every other day. the first time he came back, ryan's eyes melted into his, full of surprise that he'd come back. they only ever just waved or talked through eye contact.
this went on for about a 3 week, and ryan had come over once or twice. this visit was just like any other. well, not exactly.

brendon walked into the club and looked around with a smile, which quickly faded. ryan was nowhere to be seen. "well..damn" he sighed, walking forward a bit more and having his attention averted as ryan was shoved out of the bathroom by a taller, much more intimidating man who wore a leather jacket and two sleeves of tattoos. he was grinning sadistically down at ryan, who had messy hair and crooked clothes. and god, brendon was pissed. he had a fucking boyfriend. what an ass— his thoughts halted as he read over ryan more clearly, seeing that he was shaking violently and cowering up at the man. "come on, ry" he hissed, grabbing ryan roughly by the collar of his shirt and pressing a rough kiss to his lips, which ryan flinched at, but didn't try to stop. the guy pulled away and wrapped a hand around to cup ryan's ass, and he muttered a small "no. leave me alone..". the man continued to grope him, despite all of his attempts to get away, and it set brendon off. "hey, buddy, he said no." he growled, causing the man to spin around and face brendon with a laugh. "i do what i want" he spat in reply, and ryan mouthed a silent, shaky "help" from behind the tall man. whistles went off in brendon's head (thanks natalie), and he was furious. nobody deserves that. he thought to himself. especially not ryan. HIS ryan. brendon stormed forward and kicked the man in the shin, a punch being thrown in his direction and dodged. "he said-" brendon kicked him in the crotch.
"leave—" a punch to the side of his head. "him alone!" he finished, raising his foot and kicking the man directly in the stomach, making him collapse into a sobbing heap. "if i ever see you touching him again so help me i will not hesitate to snap your fucking neck!" he snarled, kicking the man one last time and grabbing ryan's hand, pulling
him out of the danger zone. "t-thanks.." he said quietly, still visibly shaken. ".." brendon only shook his head. "you should've told me, ry" he mumbled, hurt swirled into his voice. "h-he would've found out a-and hit me.." ryan squeaked, causing brendon's eyes to dilate. "no no..it'll be okay. he's not gonna hurt you anymore. do you live with him?" brendon whispered, earning a silent nod from ryan. they watched as the man staggered up, limping out of the building with brendon's eyes burning through him until he left. "im gonna fix this. i promise" he sighs, ruffling ryan's hair and secretly giving him a few shots "down them quick. and go back to work until it's over, okay baby?" he said soothingly, not even realizing the words that slipped out of his mouth. ryan just nodded, drinking the shots and wiping his mouth and returning to the pole. brendon walked outside and talked to the leather-clad man, telling him to bring all of ryan's belongings to his house, or he'd press charges. the man left with an understanding yet pissy nod, and a scowl after brendon said "i mean everything."
that damn conversation had lasted an hour, and by the time brendon had gone back inside, ryan was giggling all over the stage, his dancing extra messy, but more arousing. brendon snorted quietly and seated himself around the other men getting lap dances and hungry glares from other performers, but all he was paying attention to was ryan. who winked down at him, sliding close to whisper something. "care to pay my expenses?" he said seductively, licking his lips and laughing at himself. brendon smirked and pulled out his wallet, handing ryan a $50 because why not. he took it gratefully and stalked closer to brendon, who bit his lip and sat there as ryan drunkily grinded on his lap, causing brendon's breath to hitch in his throat. he didn't want to touch ryan, though. it felt wrong. he was drunk. but he didn't mind the little show he was getting. ryan's body was so nice. his hips, his hair, just him in general. brendon groaned at his thoughts, inevitably becoming aroused. "can i come over later?" ryan whispered in his ear, and brendon nodded. "already planned on it." he grinned, making ryan grin too. "time's up" he said deviously, making brendon roll his eyes into his head and stand up awkwardly. "fuck" he stuttered, waving a quick goodbye to ryan and exiting the club. he went to the curb and was currently thankful that his house wasn't too far. he always walked. but now, the path seemed dreadfully long. he huffed, jogging until he reached the apartment, dashing into his room and shutting the door and locking it, walking over to his bed and flipping on the tv while he laid on it. his pants were unbearably tight thanks to ryan, that fucking tease. he sighed heavily and absent-mindedly hovered a hand above his crotch, palming himself gently and letting out a quiet "god". his mind wandered to dark places, remembering how badly he just wanted to be able to reach his hands how and hold ryan's hips, and god it turned him on. "ah-shit" he gasped. "he probably doesn't even like me. i'm a pervert" brendon chuckled quietly, continuing to knead himself until he came with a grunt. and that honestly didn't take long.
he was changing into more comfortable pants a few hours later when the doorbell chimed, and his heart soared. to his dismay, it was only the leather-coated man, who he'd learned was named dustin. brendon opened the door and was greeted by his "friendly" face which publicly displayed the black eye and busted lip brendon gave him. brendon took the shit tons of bags dustin carried along with the guitar he'd given ryan fitted into an old, important looking case. dustin turned and left whenever it was all in the house, and brendon slowly but surely moved everything into the room upstairs, directly in front of him. he had already dusted everything, made the bed, checked the cable, and made the room presentable for ryan. he even took the time to neatly put all of his clothes away in the dressers and closet, chuckling at his different attire, and blushing at some articles of it. he was finished unpacking at around 10 pm, and he found himself back in his room, waiting for ryan. he'd put boxers on and didn't bother to think it'd be awkward at all. the clock hit 10:30, and brendon was sound asleep, with no ryan in sight.