Lay in the Atmosphere (Brendon Urie) Wattys 2017

FOURTEEN ; mature content

Brendon held me close to him throughout most of the night, both of us a little wet from sweat and topless. I couldn't lie, it felt... indescribable, sort of perfect. But I knew better. At least, I wanted to know better. He nuzzled into my hair each time I would try and scoot away some, which only caused me to smile, caused that feeling to hit, even more. I didn't get much sleep even though Brendon slept like a baby. I was just too focused on him being comfortable as opposed to myself. Why? I wasn't even entirely sure.

The clock read 6am, Brendon's clock beside his bed was an old one, vintage, with hands and a loud tick tock. It made his bedroom just that much more beautiful. I needed to go, I needed to get to work, or at least... call in. God I couldn't believe I even thought about calling in for... him. But the hangover was real. So maybe it wasn't entirely for him.

"Brendon.." I mumble, shaking him a bit.

He doesn't budge really, he just gurgles out some bullshit and holds me closer. I tug myself up from his arms, eventually getting my chest away from him, but his arms still tightly wrapped my hips. He starts to nuzzle into the side of my stomach causing me to erupt into laughter.

"Dude! Knock it off! I have to get going!"

"Call in." He says into my skin.

"Like that's not obvious."

"What's sarcastically not obvious?" Brendon's eyes were still shut, his lips looked even more rosey against my pale glow.

"Me, going to a... well an event with you and then calling in the next day."

"And if it is obvious?" He raises a brow and finally looks up to face me.

"I'm not exactly ecstatic that you exist." I growl, causing Brendon to smile.

"There's the bitch I know."

My jaw dropped at his lack of a better term.

"How dare you-"

"Hush baby, it's time for breakfast." Brendon presses a finger to my lips, dropping his hand before positioning himself to lay on his back.

"What?" I ask, squinting.

With one swift movement, Brendon grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, my knees and hands at either side of him as I hovered above him on all fours, his grip still tight around me.

"I've got you, there's no where to go. Fuck, I love breakfast in bed, don't you?"

I was so incredibly lost but figured some cook would stroll in shortly with a cart full of a ginormous breakfast, it seemed like something Brendon would set up.

"I'm not very hungry." I mention, struggling to get away from him.

"Oh, Amelia, but I'm starving, hands behind your back." Brendon demands.

I raise a brow at him, not moving quickly enough apparently, causing him to remove his right hand from my hip so that he could lift one of my arms away from the bed. I was about to lose my balance and his actions had forced me to sit up on my knees.

"Behind your back, Amelia."

I sigh heavily and do as he says.

"This is so dum- holy shi-it." My breathing hitches as Brendon slides even further under me, lifting my hips closer to his face.