Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Your Boys p1/?

you're in a polyamorous relationship with Bden and Josh Dun

You're joining Josh and Brendon for the next few nights of their tour, and they promise to show you a good time. "In more ways than one," Brendon says, waggling his eyebrows as Josh laughs, rolling his eyes, pulling you into him for a kiss. The kiss lasts a long time, becomes several, and when you pull away, looking at Brendon, he's got the puppy dog eyes out. "Quit hogging our girl, Josh," he pouts, so you turn, holding out your arms and telling him to come over.

"Poor baby," you say indulgently, smiling, pulling him into a kiss, quickly slipping in your tongue, and just that makes his breath deepen. You move more into him, feeling his heartbeat going fast like your own.

"Damn, you two... Can't decide whether I want to just watch you go at it, or get between you..."

He draws away enough for Josh to hear him saying, "Could always do both."

"Yeah, I could," Josh whispers, and you open your eyes when you feel Brendon's lips leave yours, to find that him already being brought into a kiss, Josh's hand on his neck.

"My boys," you sigh, lips finding Brendon's neck, just brushing over before opening to softly suck, making him whimper. You press your crotch against his, quickly pulling away.

"What?" he asks, after Josh lets him go.

"Let's get to the hotel," you say, throwing in an exaggerated wink, and an ass grab for the both of them.

His eyes light up. "Fuck yeah. Not that I don't mind exhibitionism, but this is a little too public."

Josh giggles. "C'mon, loverboy, let's get to the hotel."

You and your boys had been putting on a bit of a show for the airport. Luckily it's late at night, so there isn't that much attention being paid to you three considering they're both famous musicians. You manage to keep your hands to yourselves until you get out to the van.

"Hey Zach!" you say cheerily, eyes widening as Brendon surreptitiously slides his hand up your thigh. Your thighs clasp together, and he grins.

"Guess I ain't getting my hand back, huh?"

You shake your head no, nudging his hand so it's pressing against your crotch.

"Honey, quit encouraging him," Josh jokes, looking back. "Am I going to have to sit between you two?"

You laugh, and Brendon grins, saying "Feeling left out Josh?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Save it for the hotel; leave me out of this," Zach says. "Fucking perverts." But he's laughing too.

Brendon rocks his hand against you, just for a second, before pulling away. "Damn you all!" you cry out, making everyone laugh.

"Just don't get any wetter, or I'll be having to clean the seat," Zach deadpans.

"Fuck off," you say through your laughter.

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Zach pulls into the front of the hotel, and you can't get out fast enough--you've not seen your boys in weeks. "Race you guys!"

The three of you run to the elevator, and Josh picks you up in his arms bridal style, twirls you around while you wait for it to get to the main floor. He sets you down, only to have Brendon pull you through the opened doors, kissing you as you grab his hips, bringing him flush against you before the doors close. "Easy tiger," he murmurs when you jump up into his arms, his hands under your ass as he presses you against the wall, and you grind against him, muffling both your breathing as you kiss, tongues playing together.