A/N
I am a slut for Brallon in every way
Thanks so much for 50 reads!!!!!!!!!
Brendons POV
"B I understand that your house is shit but you can't party your problems away!" Hands blocked my entrance to the party inside. "Why the fuck not Dallon?" I yelled at him grabbing the attention of a few people nearby. "It's not healthy B. Your liver could fail later in life, maybe even soon, smoke inhalation can give you lung cancer, loud noises can make you deaf, fights are bad for wherever you get hit. As you can see very dangerous" I groan and try to push past him, "Whatever Dallon, I'm not scared to die." Dallon tries to stop me but I wriggle from his arms and get lost in the party. Glancing back through the dancing bodies I see my boyfriend standing in the doorway looking defeated. My thoughts are swept away as my best friend, Gerard, grabs me in a headlock, "How's my favorite midget?" I sigh and push him away, faking a smile. "Getting drunk, thank you." I look over to the kitchen counter and grab a full bottle of cheap vodka downing it quickly. I look over to the punch bowl and grab a cup full drinking it before moving out to the living room to dance.
*Two Hours Later*
As I drag my wasted self towards the alcohol filled punch bowl I fall over onto a smaller person. "Get off me, please." I look up at their face and give a flirtatious smile, "Well, hello, beautiful." The man squirms out from underneath me and holds a hand out to me. "Thanks" Pulling myself up I lean forward and give the smaller man a slightly drawn out kiss. To my surprise the man starts to kiss back. My hands travel up and down his body as push him against a wall. "We- we should g-go upstairs." Says the other man and I nod in response grabbing his hand and pulling him along with me, "What's your name?"
"Ryan."
"Well Ryan... I'm going to show you the time of your life." (A/N I'm going to regret writing smut V much)
The boy that was now beneath me let out a tiny giggle and reached out to the hem of my shirt trying to pull it off. I leaned back and pulled my shirt off before unbuttoning his. Small bruises started to form on Ryan's chest as I sucked his smooth, delicate skin. Ryan let out tiny whimpers as he started to fumbled with my belt buckle. I pulled my belt and pants off before taking Ryan's sweats off, leaving us both in only our boxers. I leaned down to kiss Ryan and started palming the obvious bulge in his boxers. Moans filled the room as I grinded on Ryan's crotch, pleasing both him and myself. Ryan pushed my off and pulled my boxers down bringing his warm, sweaty hand to my throbbing dick. I let out a loud moan as Ryan dug his thumb into my slit and pumped me quickly, too quick in my opinion. "Ry, I'm gonna-" I was cut off my myself moaning and cumming all over his hand. "Ryan. I appreciate so do you want me to repay you?" Ryan nodded as he looked at my lips. My lips made an 'o' as my mouth made it's way towards his dick. I wrapped my lips around the tip and swirled my tongue around the tip. A girly whine filled my ears and Ryan grabbed my hair and pushed my head further. I hollowed my cheeks and started bobbing my head up and down quickly. Ryan's grip on my hair tightened signaling how close he was. A loud slam was heard as the door hit the rooms wall and Ryan came in my mouth, "Brendon Urie I swear to-" I looked up at Dallon some cum leaking out of the corner of my mouth. "What the fuck!" Ryan quickly scrambled to get his clothes and ran from the room. I sat myself up on the headboard pulling my boxers on, "What do you want Dallon?"
"What do I want? What do I want!" Dallon punched the wall, careful not to leave a hole. "WHAT THE FUCK DO I WANT! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING CARE!"
"I do care Dallon. Just not about myself."
"Or our relationship obviously."
"Really Dallon?" I stand up and put my clothes on quickly starting to see red, "Do really think I care about anything when I'm so drunk I'm PISSING MYSELF!" I stepped up to Dallon pushing him back, "DO YOU THINK I REALLY FUCKING CARE!"
Dallon let out a yelp as he went tumbling over he railing straight behind him and crashing through a wood table before finally meeting the ground in an still manner. "Oh my god. DALLON!" I rush down the stairs and lean over him, blood spilling out of his skull. "Oh my god Dallon! I'm sorry! HOLY FUCKING SHIT SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" I scream to the crowd gathering behind me. I hold Dallon to my chest and sob silently before running to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and go searching through the drawers until I find what I'm looking for, a razor. I break open the shaving tool and drag the blades down my wrists, deep enough to cut open my veins. As my vision fades I hear sirens nearby signaling the help that was soon too come but it was too late. Too late for Dallon, my beloved boyfriend. And too late for me the kid who killed his boyfriend and then himself.
A/N
Holy fucking shit. I'm actually in tears rn
WTF
WhY dId i WRiTe ThIS?????
REEEEEEEE
(I write sins AND tragedies motherfuckers)
