Ryden Oneshots

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*this is very short and it gets to the point really quick lmao*

Ryan doesn’t even remember he has bills to pay until he gets home from tour. On the road, the last thing he wants to think about is his apartment back home – his thoughts are focused solely on Guitar Hero tournaments, uncomfortable bunks and making sure their supply of weed doesn’t run out.

After seeing Jon off at the airport, Ryan is ready for a shower. Because seriously, having Brendon ‘I-Sweat-Too-Much’ Urie in his bunk every night for the last month has started to make him value showering over sleep and girlfriends and cable TV.

It’s for this reason that when he turns the shower on and nothing comes out except ice cold water, he kind of wants to cry. He almost does, almost starts bawling, but his sidekick catches his eye and hey, his bandmates are somewhat more responsible than him so maybe…

Brendon answers on the third ring. “Miss me already?”

“Spencer’s probably having sex. You were my only other choice.”

“Alright, Ryan Ross,” Brendon chirps over what sounds suspiciously like the Disney Channel in the background. “What’s up?”

“I need to use your shower.”

Brendon laughs. “Dude, if you want to know why I always smell so delicious, it’s this shampoo from the girls section, you should try it, it’s like—”

“No, douchebag, my water got cut off. I forgot to pay my bills.”

Brendon laughs harder. Ryan hangs up on him and grabs his car keys.

-

Brendon answers the door in his boxer shorts. Ryan chooses not to comment, even though it’s, y’know, the middle of winter.

“Dude, I know you’re like, no Jon Walker or anything, but Aladdin’s on and—”

“Brendon Urie. I did not come here to watch Disney with you. Get me a towel.”

-

Ryan can’t ever imagine having a shower without jerking off. Hot water and masturbation go together like Jon’s mac and cheese – something he discovered when he was twelve. And it’s not like it’s the first time he’s done it in someone else’s shower either. There shouldn’t be a problem, really. It’s perfectly safe.

That’s the main reason why Ryan freaks out a little when he feels a second hand on his dick. One that is definitely not his. His eyes snap open.

“Urie, what the fu—”

“Hi,” Brendon grins. “How are you today?”

Ryan frowns, this whole scenario reminding him of when he first met Brendon – sloppy makeout sessions and awkward handjobs. He wonders, vaguely, when Brendon got so skilled.

“What’re you—?” Ryan’s breath hitches. “Fuck.”

Brendon gently pushes Ryan’s hand away, watching the drops of water running down Ryan’s collarbone. He leans in and licks Ryan’s lips, tentatively.

Ryan responds immediately, slipping his tongue into Brendon’s mouth. Brendon pulls back and sinks to his knees, looking up through his eyelashes as a final ‘is this okay?’

And then it’s hothothotwetwetwet, and Ryan has seen those lips do a lot of things but definitely not THIS, and—

“Brendon, B, I’m gonna—”

Brendon pulls away, stands up, replaces his mouth with his hand. Brendon presses his lips chastely against the other boy’s, moves his wrist a final time. Ryan comes, and Brendon is suddenly looking nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and shutting off the water. Ryan laughs.

“Shit, Brendon. You’re really not encouraging me to pay my bills on time, you know.”