Fuck, Marry, Kill // {Petedon}

Damn Your Kiss and the Awful Things You Do

haha what is plot this is hot gay smut

for the record idk anything about how touring works so I'm doing my best here

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It had been several months since the betrothal and Brendon was leaving for summer tour. He and Sarah had become closer, as can be imagined, but Brendon was discouraged to find it wasn't in the way he'd hoped. Sex was uncomfortable, kisses were awkward, and conversation was like that of friends, not lovers. Overall, a break would be good.

They were touring this time around with Fall Out Boy and Brendon was really looking forward to the next few months. His wife had also told him Dallon and him were free to 'cohabit' whilst on tour. Dallon was better than anyone he'd been with, so to say the least, he was far from upset to hear her willingness to let him be unfaithful.

The tour started uneventfully. As they were loading onto their two buses, two more pulled up; Brendon assuming they were filled with the members of Fall Out Boy. His theory was proven right when a very hyperactive Pete scrambled out one of the doors and latched himself onto Brendon's neck back with a small redhead chasing after him.

"Pete, I swear to god calm down," Patrick sighed as he smiled at Brendon, "I apologize for my boyfriend."

He returned Patrick's bright grin with a simple, "My only true complaint is that he's too hot."

"Bitch, you know I am," the short blond man replied.

"Shut up," Brendon and Patrick said in unison.

"Whatever assholes, we know you want it."

Brendon laughed sharply, probably not very subtly saying that he agreed with that  statement despite his will, and Patrick simply muttered, "I already got it and I want to return it."

Pete jumped off Brendon's back and mock glared at the redhead before he turned and greeted the rest of the band. Joe and Andy joined the mess of hellos at some point, but eventually it all turned into a 'let's help shove everything into a van' party.

When they were finished they all crowded into one of the Panic buses and opened some alcohol to celebrate the beginning of tour- the first show was tonight in LA.

They rocked it that night and later basked in the post-show high as they returned to their rightful buses.

Dallon and Brendon were sharing one of the vehicles and not having seen each other in months had resulted in many pent-up homosexual needs. 

Clothes found their way to the floor- some missing several buttons. Groping hands traced hot skin, soft lips harsh against teeth, groans and whimpers slipping over tangling tongues.

Dallon pressed Brendon to the wall, hands tugging his soft hair. He sucked and bit along his jaw, his throat, his collarbones, marking the opaque skin with smudges of dark paint.

"Mhh Dallon, b-bed. P-please," Brendon breathed, eyes closed, his head tilted back against the wall.

"Why don't I fuck you right here, you slut," Dallon groaned out, accentuating the words with hot kisses along the shell of the younger man's ear.

"God, anything, please, please."

"So hot," Dallon murmured, "begging for me like a little whore." His words were far from sweet and tender, they were lustful and harsh, "What would your trivial wife think of these marks, hmm?"

"Sh-she said i-it was o-okay," he panted.

"She must know you have the hormones of a horny twelve year old, Brendon Urie," Dallon pulled away slightly with a snort.

"Obviously, now fuck me or something for god's sake."

Dallon's eyes narrowed, dark and sadistic, "Mmh, I thought I'd taught you better babyboy, I command you," he raised one eyebrow, "Suppose I'll have to reteach you."

"Y-yes Sir. I'll do anything. Anything."

Dallon grinned fiendishly, grinding his crotch against the younger man's in reward, "So submissive for me, aren't you?"

"Yes sir, anything for you sir, pl-" he was cut off again as long fingers found his bulge.

"You want me badly don't you, you absolute tramp. You hurt for me don't you?"

"Yes sir, please it hurts so bad, so bad for you sir," Brendon begged, wanting more of Dallon's delicious touch beyond his hand on his boxers.

Dallon, unfortunately, was no longer teasing only Brendon, but himself so he reached to tug down the shorter man's boxers, letting his throbbing erection free.

Inserting three fingers into the shorter man's mouth he commanded, "Suck."

Brendon lowered his lashes and looked up at Dallon sensually as his slid his tongue over long appendages. Dallon sucked in a breath, pulling his hands away from Brendon's mouth to slide them down his back and tease his entrance.

"Mmh, Dally please," Brendon begged softly, pushing back against Dallon's hand.

He gasped suddenly as Dallon shoved one finger in, "What'd you call me?"

"D-Dally," he yelped as another one was violently shoved in without giving him time to adjust to the first one.

"You may only call me Sir, slut. You've lost your place since we last met."

"S-sorry Si-" his back arched suddenly as Dallon pressed against his prostate before sliding in one more finger.

"Do you think you can take me cock now you whore?"

"Y-yes sir, please sir, please fuck me."

Dallon slid off his own boxers before flipping Brendon so his chest pressed against the wall.

He held a hand in front of Brendon's face and allowed him to run his tongue over it before using it slick up his aching cock. Dallon pressed a hand to the wall before slamming into Brendon.

Brendon made a whimper halfway between a noise of pain and pleasure as Dallon thrusted harshly into him. Being the pain-slut that he was, he enjoyed Dallon's rough movements and callous words.

Sweat slicked hands reached down to touch Brendon's leacking cock, but for once Dallon didn't argue with him. He simply leaned his head into Brendon's neck and bit down, helping to push Brendon closer and closer to the edge.

"Come when I do baby," Dallon panted into his ear before pulling his earlobe into his mouth.

It was mere moments later Dallon moaned loudly and came inside Brendon, finally allowing Brendon to come himself, collapsing against the wall.

The two sweaty men simply sagged against each other as they recovered.

"Missed that," Dallon murmured, "You're too good."

"Not as good as you Dal. I fucking needed that."

Dallon smiled and swept a tired Brendon into his arms and dropped him onto a bunk, pushing himself in as well to tiredly pull the sleepy boy into his arms.  

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Wow that was great

Lowkey brallon asf

See ya'll next time for more gay fun

-egg

(for the record this is a startlingly long chapter how sad is that)