Everything You Are - Brendon Urie *completed* (part 2/3)

sixty: i've got to have you closer

My mother got home and I sent Brendon home before she began making dinner, and I decided to hang out in my room until she was done. I ate dinner with her, which was quite uneventful, before I went to take a quick shower and didn't bother drying my hair. My mother had already gone to bed thankfully, and I went back to my room to sneak out, shutting the door and opening up my window. 

I quietly slipped out, closing my window most of the way before I turned around to sneak down the street. I was about to start walking when I heard a "psst" and my heart jumped to my throat, and I turned to see that Josh was standing behind his window, his elbows rested on the windowsill and his smiling face sat in his hands. 

"Holy shit, Josh, you scared me half to death," I sighed, realizing I had nothing to worry about after all. At least, hopefully not. 

"Sneaking out, huh?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "To see Brendon, I assume."

"I sleep better in his arms," I said, shrugging my shoulder slightly. "Are you going to snitch on me to my parents?"

He let out a soft laugh, tilting his head back slightly. "Oh Charlie, that would be counterproductive. If I snitched on you, then everyone would keep their eyes out and I'd never get away with sneaking out either. Besides, I think we're friends now and friends don't snitch on each other." 

I offered a small smile. "Brendon is expecting me, and I don't want to get caught." 

He smiled back. "Have fun." He winked at me before he backed out of his window and closed it, pushing his curtains back in front of it. My cheeks flushed aggressively; there was no way he didn't catch on that there was more than just sleeping going on.

When I did get to Brendon's house, he helped me in his window and before I even had a chance to balance myself, he had me in his arms and was kissing me, pulling my body against his and backing me into the wall behind me. I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair, pushing my hips back against his as my body lit up and practically turned to fire like it always did with him. However, he pulled away unexpectedly, leaving me practically hanging onto his body for more as he slid out of my arms, turning back to go to the table beside his bed. 

"I have something for you," he said quietly, lifting a small black box and holding it out to me. "I was going to give this to you a few days from now, but I want you to have it now." 

I took the box from his small hand, slowly opening it to see that it was a little necklace that had my name on it, and my heart swelled. It was such a simple little gift with no real significance to it but it was such a sweet gesture, and as he stood in front of me with a little smile on his face, his glasses a little crooked and his hair a complete mess, I loved this idiot so much. 

"Wow, it's so cute, thank you B," I said, smiling back at him. He leaned in and kissed me again, and this time I wasn't going to let the little shit pull away from me again. I set the box down as I pulled him closer to me, struggling as I kicked off my shoes and backed him onto his bed. I climbed over his lap and straddled his hips as we made out, his tongue brushing against mine every now and then. His hands wandered up my shirt, eventually pulling away enough to tug it off and toss it somewhere on the floor. He crashed our lips together again, our teeth colliding slightly in the messy neediness of the way he did it, my insides stirring up at how desperate he was to touch me in any way that he could. I carefully removed his glasses and set them on the table beside his bed so that I could pull his thin shirt over his head and also toss it aside. His lips attached to my neck, probably with intent to suck another annoying ass hickey onto it for me to try and cover as best as I could. I wasn't going to complain, though, as he found the sweet spot just below my ear and bit down, causing a small moan to escape my lips as my hips ground against his below me. He reached behind my back and used one hand to unclasp my bra and pull it off my arms, tossing it aside and not disconnecting his lips from my skin throughout the entire process. One of his hands reached up to grab my breast, the cold metal of one of his rings causing me to shiver as he massaged it, brushing his thumb gently across my nipple.