RYDEN ONESHOTS // A Picturesque Score of Passing Fantasy

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(part 1 of 2)

The ceiling slowly starts to distort beneath his gaze, his continuous staring warping the clean white, dimmed to a creamy brown in the low light. A sigh lamely leaves his lips as he lets his thoughts inside of him drag him around to dark places like a slut on a leash.

'Damn I would do anything to be a slut on a leash right now...'

'...I already know who I'd call my master.'

He decides to stand up on his bed, the place he lies to think about the one and only person he's completely infatuated with.

He looks at the various art on the walls hoping to distract himself with its story, but truthfully, he doesn't see any of the art, his mind is already creating scenes with Brendon in his head.

He tries to shake them away but then a really hard one hits. He feels tingles trickle down within him to the bottom of his stomach.

'He could slam me against a wall...'

'He could tie me to the bed....

'He could fuck me in the seat of a car... those strong hands around my skinny neck while he pants in my ear whispering dirty little secrets while he chokes my moans into my own whispery breaths, his large dick ramming into—'

Ryan literally moans softly at the last thought and starts feeling himself starting to harden up.

Music normally helps him derail these thoughts so he goes over to his laptop and opens iTunes.

It's not actually his, it's shared amongst the rest of the band, but as he opens it up, he sees something new in recently added.

There's no cover art or album yet, it's just a singular song;

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - live session

He's slightly confused as he simply never remembers them recording it, but then he clicks play.

He hears the soft tango influences backing music and remembers that day vividly.

He remembers hearing Brendon singing and literally wanting to rip both of their clothes off then and

there. Thinking back on it, He really managed to get hard from just his voice in that recording session.

"Is it still me that makes you sweat..."

The first lyrics hit and Ryan hums as that boys' vanilla like voice melts into his ears like chocolate to heat, and initiates a deep pain inside his gut. the heated strain to it causes Ryan to imagine him lying in bed, Brendon up against his back, his hot breath whispering those words into his ears.

Before he's noticed the song has finished, so he starts it again and this time puts it on repeat.

He can't help it, but soon his hand has reached down and started stroking himself.

His eyes close and he imagines its Brendons hand, Brendon's fingers wrapping around and pumping him up and down.

"Am I who you think about in bed..." the lyrics ring that Brendon whispers into the recording mic.

"Yes Bren..." Ryan mumbles into the air as he starts jacking off a bit faster. He bites his lip getting lost in his voice.

"I've got more wit, a better kiss..."

Aware of what comes next he pumps harder.

"A hotter touch, a better —k..."

His brow furrows slightly with disappointment as he remembers the producers made them make this version clean, but he would so kill to hear that word leaving his lips, telling that what he's going to do to him.

"A better love deserving of..."

"Exchanging body heat..."

"In the passenger seat..."

He hums softly as his mind reels back to his thoughts before trying to derail. Look how well that turned out.

"God Bren I wish we could..." he whispers into the air dropping his head back.

Strange enough he feels a warm hard shoulder beneath it that surely isn't his own. He starts to feel familiar strong hands sneaking around his waste and grabbing his hips.

A familiar voice whispers something low in his ear.

"Me too Ry—"

/to be continued/