Ryden Oneshots

These Substandard Motels

Post band split*angry cupboard sex with slight plot twist
*also I added the denver one bc ryan's MOAN*

Ryan Ross dropped the beer he was holding and grasped the edge of the bar for support. He was oblivious to the sound of shattering glass and reprimands from the barman. He was too busy being shocked and confused. After the band had broken up he had taken to frequenting this night spot. It was certainly nothing fancy and it was out of the way. It was perfect for a failed rock star trying to avoid the limelight of a messy breakup. At first when the word breakup had been used to describe the split Ryan had flinched and closed up to any interviewers. He had said it was because it was still raw and hard to talk about. The truth was that the band breaking apart hadn't just been the end of the relationships in a musical sense.

The fangirls had got it right for once; Brendon and he had been fucking for sixth months before the arguments began. That was why the arguments had begun. Then Ryan had left and that had been that, he had taken to fucking anyone who would take him. Men, women- it didn't matter to him. He experimented, moving as far away as possible from the warm, enveloping, love making from before. It had been too perfect, the love and appreciation hadn't appealed to his self destructive nature. So Ryan had bailed and left everything behind.

Or so he'd thought. Although the way his stomach flipped and the way his palms started to sweat, when he realised that the delightful apple bottom he had been admiring was his, seemed to indicate he'd left more than a t-shirt on the tour bus within five strides, eyes on the man who he hadn't seen in person for a very long time.

"What are you doing here?" Said Brendon when Ryan reached him.

His voice was monotonic, flat. Ryan almost took a step backwards, all pretence of anger lost. There was no warmth to Brendon's voice. Not even malice, just...nothing. Before Ryan had a chance to reply Brendon grabbed him by the lapel and dragged him out to the stairs at the entrance of the rundown hotel. The foyer was full of posters for call girl agencies and the grey wallpaper was peeling slowly away from the damp walls. It was as though the building itself was disgusted with the very nature of the activities that went on behind closed doors.

"Room number?" Brendon barked, still holding Ryan by the throat. When Ryan stuttered around his answer Brendon rolled his eyes.

"Don't bother." He spat and pulled Ryan into the caretaker's entrance. He looked left and right before throwing open the door to a store cupboard and shoving Ryan inside. Ryan barely had time to consider the cliché moment before all thought was pushed from his mind when Brendon placed a hand on either side of his head, pinning him to the door of the confined space.

"You have no clue how much I want to hurt you Ryan. How much I want to make you cry. Break that facade you've kept up so well." Brendon kept eye contact throughout his rant, slowly inching his face closer and closer to Ryan's. His plump lips accentuated every vicious syllable. The sudden change from emotionless to furious was incredible. Ryan had forgotten how very volatile Brendon Urie could be.

"But I can think of a more productive way of throwing you off guard." Brendon's eyes flashed dangerously and Ryan squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for the blow that was sure to come. He widened them moments later- when Brendon moved his hands to Ryan's hips and started to unbuckle his belt.

As his fingers moved over the rivets and leather of Ryan's belt, Brendon continued to talk.

"I've seen you in interviews, so calm, so collected, so content with the way you fucked me over. I bet I didn't even leave a lasting impression as a lover did I? Not compared to all your latest fucks. Z-berg? Really Ryan? Sometimes you make me sick." He looked up from the belt, "Mostly you just make me angry that I treated you in a way that a prick like you didn't deserve. I've changed now Ryan. I'm not the same you see." He chuckled darkly.