Daddy (Crankthatfrank x Brendon Urie)

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Frank sat at his computer screen, staring at the message that had appeared in his inbox just moments ago. His heart rate quickened with every second that he spent looking at it. Was this for real? Or had the yeemo God's just been playing a prank on him?

"Hey, I was sitting at home and had an idea! I've got some down time this weekend and I think it would be so funny if we did a video together. What do you think?" The message was from Brendon Urie. The Brendon Urie. Frank didn't know how to respond, he just stared at the message. Brendon wanted to do a video together.

Frank quickly typed a reply, trying to act normal.

"Yeah! That would be so much fun, we could do like a emo bands on crack reaction! The fans would love it!"

He waited, after only a few seconds his laptop notified him that he had another message.

"Sweet, text me your address and what time and I'll come over"

Brendon Urie was coming over to his house. Frank told him the address and then shut his laptop down before Brendon could respond. His heart was racing and he felt like he could scream. He quickly got up and ran around, cleaning up everything. He could believe it. Brendon Urie was actually coming over.

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The days leading up to the highly anticipated Brendon visit sent Frank on edge. He felt as if he waited a lifetime for it.

There was a knock at the door, making Frank jump a little. He got up and walked over to it, taking a deep breath. As he opened the door, the sunlight illuminated the figure before him, making him look holier than yeezus.

"Hey."

Frank smiled brightly, his shock subsiding slightly. "Hey, uh, come in." He stood out of the way and gestured for the older man to come inside.

"Where are we filming at?" Brendon asked, his brown eyes wide with curiosity.

"Uh- My room." Frank said, blushing a little. Brendon Urie was going to be in his room.

"Guess all your fans are gonna joke about how I came in your room huh?" He chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, there's probably gonna be some pretty uh, dirty fanfic about it." Frank mentally slapped himself for saying that. They walked in silence as Frank took Brendon to his bedroom. Once inside Frank directed him to the spot where they'd sit. He then gave him the run down of what they'd do and asked him if it was okay if he made Ryden jokes as they appeared in the video they'd be watching. Brendon said it wasn't a problem, he understood that that was a popular thing for his fandom and he didn't mind.

They found a video with a long title and began watching it, after some laughs and some jokes Frank felt comfortable around Brendon, until he accidentally brushed his hand against Brendon's. He felt the smallest pulse of electricity but it was enough to make his hairs stand on edge.

"Ha, look a Ryden kissing edit! Do you miss his lips Brendon? We all would like to know!" Frank laughed. Brendon looked at him, a twinkle in his eye.

"I don't know, do you think he misses mine?"

Frank did a shocked look, as he made eye contact with the camera, "Ryden Confirmed!" He yelled.

"All I mean is, wouldn't you miss mine?" Brendon teased.

"Your lips are like. The softest looking thing in the world." Frank joked.

"They don't just look soft, feel for yourself," Brendon whispered, his lips pressing against Frank's...

To be continued