The Duck Fic

Neck Pecks

"Q-quaaaaaack~!" With that, Josh fell into ecstasy. He felt the rush of his adrenaline combined with flowing semen. He came and so did the duck. This duck came inside him and he loved every drop of it. It all belonged to him. All of it. Was. His. Nothing felt so right in his life. The duck dispensed his last couple of pumps and fell to the ground. Josh giggled and glanced beside him. 

What?

Josh had to take a doubled take. No way. Josh thought. He scanned his lover's body again and again but alas, nothing changed. His eyes did not deceive him. The duck he just made love to was indeed the Brendon Urie. 

"WHAT," Josh screamed, concerned as to what just happened. "Shh, shh. You're louder than me drunk on camera," Brendon put his index finger to his lips in a shushing pattern. Josh was still gawking at his recent discovery. "Yes, ok, I'm a duck. But like only by day," Brendon explained giving small kisses to his neck, "So...was it good for you?"

Josh pulled his shorts up and sat in the soft grass. He goggled and gaped. Who did he just have sex with? What was happening? Why was Brendon a duck? What did he mean 'only by day'? What the actual f-

"Welp. I'd say 'this has been fun' but I'm afraid it's not over," Brendon looked at Josh dead serious. That look...I know that look. "O-okay," Josh stumbled. He's still the duck, I have to trust him. 

"Come on out, Ryan!" Brendon shouts towards a bush. It was harsh, but still clearly loving. Then a small, well-built man emerged from the bush. His raven hair shined in the sunset and his vest covered little parts of his white shirt. Josh knew him

"Ryan Ross?"