Tough Love

As I sat there alone in the bar I wondered whether or not Ryan had regretted our little encounter earlier that night. I took a sip of my Coconut Sunset Martini, Ryan had made up some lame excuse to go back to the hotel. I had begged him to tag along but he had refused, I took another sip from my martini when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. I took it out, it was text from Ryan. It had an address and it said “Meet me now.”

I told Jon and Spencer that I was turning in early cause I was tired. They didn’t protest because they were already a little more than tipsy. I walked out of the crowded club and into my car. I made my way to the address from Ryan’s text, I ended up in an expensive looking building, once inside I took the elevator to up to the top floor where the penthouse was. As I walked toward the door I noticed it was open. A note hung on the handle, it said “Come in…”

I was unsure about what awaited me, I took a deep breath and stepped in. The large room was dim, only lit by candlelight and there was a trail of rose petals into the bed room. I couldn’t help but smile. I wondered how Ryan had managed to pull something so romantic together in just two hours. I followed the rose petals, the door to the bedroom was ajar so I pushed it open. I was mesmerized yet again, the bedroom was also lit by candles, the bed had red silk sheets covered by rose petals. On the bed also stood a silver platter with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a dozen roses and chocolate covered strawberries.

I walked over to the bed and picked up the roses, they smelled great. Suddenly I felt a pair of slender arms wrap around my waist.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Ryan whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.

“How in the world did you pull this off?” I asked smiling as he continued to kiss my neck.

“I’m a celebrity remember?” Ryan replied jokingly.

“Hmm…this is every fan girl’s dream,” I said chuckling a little.

He spun me around and kissed my lips gently. “The fans aren’t as lucky as you.”

I kissed him again, god I wanted him. He pulled away and I pouted.

He chuckled upon noticing my expression. “Well we can’t lets this go to waste,” he said as he poured the red wine into the glasses. He picked them up and handed them to me.

“A toast,” he said raising his glass.

“To what?”

“To us, to the night.” He said and we bumped our glasses lightly.

I took a sip from the sweet wine, “why the night?”

“Because the night belongs to lovers,” he kissed me passionately, “because the night belongs to us.”

I kissed him gently then moved to sit on the soft bed. I took a strawberry and traced the shape of my lips with the tip before biting seductively on it. I noticed Ryan was biting his lower lip. “Take me now, baby, here as I am.”

He walked over to me and I moved further back on the bed as he gently pushed me onto my back kissing me passionately. His lips were addicting, I couldn’t get enough of them. He our hands began to explore each others bodies. I began to undo the buttons of his white shirt without breaking the kiss. Soon his shirt was off revealing his slender and sleek body. He started working on mine as we continued to kiss, he was grinding his hips against my own making me moan into his mouth.

I rolled us over so I was on top, I finally broke the kiss to catch my breath. I threw my shirt and it landed somewhere on the floor. I looked at Ryan as my breathing slowed, “Are you sure about this Ry?”

“I’ve never more sure about anything in my life,” he said as he pulled me down, bringing our lips together again. I definitely liked kissing Ryan, it was rough, passionate, and hot something I had never really experienced with a girl. I ground my hips against his making him moan in pleasure this time. I began to unbutton his pants with one hand while the other one tangled on his messy hair. He rolled us over and once again he was on top he slid off his pants and his boxers exposing his hard cock. He immediately began working on mine yanking them off as soon as the buttons were undone. He began pumping my length as he kissed me. “Fuck Ryan,” I moaned.

“You like that?” he asked as he continued to stroke. He kissed me again, exploring my entire mouth with his slick tongue. Then suddenly stopped, he pulled back and just stared into my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I complained.

“I just want to remember this forever,” he whispered.

“Take me now,” I urged.

He kissed me then he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and skillfully slid it on. I winced he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. He got a smooth and gentle rhythm going. I threw my head back as he began to go faster. “Fuck Ry,” I moaned. He continued to pump his hips, my god it felt good. “Faster, Ryan, faster.” He began to go thrust faster pushing his pull length into me, hitting that sweet spot that made me cry out his name. Once he knew where it was he continued hitting it, sending me into full bliss. Ryan snaked his arm around to my penis and began to pump away. God, it was amazing.

“Brendon,” Ryan moaned as he continued to make love to me. “Fuck Bren I’m close,” he said as he began pumping my length faster and faster. My heart was racing, my mind was on full overdrive. “M-me too Ry!” I yelled. “FUCK!” I yelled as I came on Ryan’s hand and my stomach. A few minutes later Ryan yelled out my name “Fuck Brendon!” and he came too. He collapsed on top of me and I held him kissing his sweaty hair.

“I love you Brendon Urie,” Ryan whispered once his breathing went back to normal.

“I love you too Ryan Ross.” I said.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

******

The next morning I awoke in Ryan’s arms, the silk sheets covering us from the waist down. The sunlight shone brightly through the slightly opened blinds. I could feel Ryan’s chest raising and falling at the rhythm of his breathing, I couldn’t help but smile. I turned around and softly pressed my lips to Ryan’s. That was definitely how I wanted to wake up each and very single morning.