Oneshots - multiship

Ducky

⭐️ryden⭐️

thank you for 600 followers babs

set in late 2011, not long after vices dropped. just some good ole ddlb. this is a long one kids prepare yourselves. im gonna get so many milk fic references rip. theres the tiniest bit of smut but nothing substantial.

im gonna write ddlb fluff at some point soon but i cant decide which ship cuz i love little!brendon but i havent written a peterick or frerard in ages especially not ddlb (saying that i might be publishing a full length peterick ddlb soon so) but yea comment which ship you want me to write
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While the bath bomb had been fizzing, turning the water swirls of sparkling gold, Brendon had been kept entertained. But now he was sat quietly, occasionally flicking water at Ryan's head. His daddy had taken a business call in the middle of his bath time and Brendon was less then impressed. He knew to stay quiet though, the last thing he ever wanted was Ryan to be annoyed with him.

Fortunately, the occasional splatters of water didn't irritate the older man, just reminded him that his baby was there and wanting his daddy. Brendon was a good boy most of the time, it wasn't often he misbehaved but Ryan could understand why times like this upset him. He had been paying a lot of attention to his work, recording his own album and trying to work things out with his previous label, not allowing him much time to give Brendon his full attention, which sucked, because Brendon craved attention at all times.

Really, Dallon and Spencer were the only people who Brendon could always receive attention from. They were with him in band practice or on tour. Ryan tried coming on tours with him as much a possible but the touring life wasn't for him and Panic!'s music was only getting further from his personal style; not that he minded of course, no matter what Brendon's music was like Ryan would be at as many shows as possible, watching his fiancé perform was one of his favourite things in the world and the adrenaline-filled post-show sex was incredible.

Ryan had stopped listening to his conversation with Jon, his mind whirling with scenes of Brendon under him, hair damp with sweat, wide brown eyes scrunched up in pleasure, back arching. 

"Ryan?" The brunette snapped back to reality, cheeks flushed pink.

"Huh? Sorry, dude, I totally zoned out. What were you saying?" Jon laughed from the other end of the line and Ryan could almost feel him rolling his eyes.

"I asked what sound you're going for?"

"Oh, um, maybe like a more modern Young Veins or old Panic! Possibly a little Bowie. I think we'll just have to see what the finished thing sounds like and adjust it as we go." Ryan explained, looking down at his little.

Brendon was wriggling adorably, his ADHD playing up from the lack of stimulation, sitting in the lukewarm bathtub not doing much for his senses. Ryan smiled at him, running a hand through his damp hair. The older man zoned out of the conversation again, leaving Jon to ramble about what he thought the album should sound like. He brought his finger to his lips, signalling for Brendon to be quiet.

The young man frowned in confusion for a while, until Ryan's hand drifted from his hair to his jaw and down to his chest. He caught on to his daddy's intentions, leaning back against the wall of the tub. He watched, holding back whimpers as Ryan ghosted his fingers over the small man's nipples.

Ryan smiled at his baby, trailing his fingers along the boy's v-line and down his legs, letting his hand lightly brush over the fuzz of hair covering Brendon's thighs. He deliberately avoided the semi his baby was sporting, loving the way the little squirmed under his touch.