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Is It Still Me That Makes You Sweat (Ryden)

He was my master, my owner, and my best friend. I worship him like a god. I would do absolutely anything for him, take a bullet for him, follow any instruction he gives, and I never wanted anything in return. But that’s what you do when you’re head over heels in love. It’s the greatest feeling in the world, making someone you care about happy. It’s the worst feeling in the world when they have no idea you’re majorly crushing over them. But honestly, who wouldn’t be completely in love with Brendon Urie.

He’s handsome, funny, and talented. All the girls at school practically drool over him in the hallways, and the ‘straight’ boys probably jerk off to his yearbook photo. He’s outgoing, and popular, and the last person you’d think would hang out with a guy like me. Ryan Ross, introverted, emo, unnoticed. And yet somehow this chocolate eyed, angel voiced, jock-like, boy decided to worm himself into my life and fuck everything over. Even when I tried to get rid of him, forget about my stupid crush, and keep being the quiet kid that not even the teachers talk to, the fucker kept bouncing back. He invites me to his house a lot, I sleep over almost every weekend. Let’s just say personal space hardly ever exists with him. He likes to wrestle, like boys do, I guess, and he likes to hug, and cuddle, and sleep right up against me, and has no problem with forcing me to sit in his lap, and I let him. That’s the downside of being a major fucking power bottom.

It’s a night like any other. We’re sat on Brendon’s floor playing Mario Kart in nothing but our boxers and t-shirts. I’m winning, as usual. As soon as I pass the finish line, Brendon throws down his controller and turns to me. “Man, this sucks, what do you want to talk about?” He does this a lot, stops whatever we’re doing cause he’s bored, and forces me to actually have a conversation. It’s hard enough talking in general, but talking to Brendon fucking Urie, it’s like talking to Jesus or something. I can’t stop staring at his perfect lips as they form words I’m almost too lost to make out. We sit and we talk for a while, but soon enough the conversation runs stale and we’re left in silence. I don’t even notice myself staring at him until he says my name.

“Ryan?”

I blink, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

“Kiss me,” he says, his voice low. My eyes widen. Is he fucking with me? Is it that obvious I like him? What do I do?

“Now,” he says in a more demanding tone. I feel my dick twitch. What the fuck are you doing down there, penis? Did I fucking ask? I feel myself lean slightly closer, albeit hesitantly.

“Ryan Ross, if you don’t kiss me right fucking now I’m going to say forget it and we’re both going to lose this chance.” Damn, threatening me now.

My face is centimeters away from his. My entire body is shaking, the moment I’ve dreamt about so many times just seconds away. Our mouths touch just barely, breath fanning over each other’s faces through slightly parted lips. Brendon isn’t moving at all, simply leaned back on his hands as he watches my every move. I decide to go for it, shutting my eyes tightly as our lips press together softly, moving slowly and cautiously, as if both of us were afraid of something. Or, more likely, Brendon didn’t want to scare me by moving too fast. Soon though, he angles his head so to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue become part of the matter as well, turning my brain into absolute putty, and then making that putty explode into little fireworks.

God, his lips are so soft. And he tastes so fucking good. I almost forget to pull away for breath. When I do, I look into Brendon’s eyes, which are dark and lustful. We stare at each other for a moment, unsure of what to do, before Brendon balls my shirt up in one of his hands and pulls me forward, smashing our lips together in a much more intense kiss. I let out a whimper as Brendon’s hand lets go of my shirt and makes its way to my hair. We make out roughly for a while, before he decides to take things a little further. The hand in my hair reaches down for my hand, taking it in his own before pulling it towards his body. He places it over his rock hard cock, which I could feel perfectly through his boxers, causing me to let out a sharp gasp. Admittedly, I was hard too. No surprise there.