PAtD - MisunderstandingA/N: Just a little warning before you begin reading... this is a little naughty. XD;; It's not, like, NC-17 or anything (lol like I have the skillz to write pr0n), but some people might be a little uncomfortable reading it. It's probably, like, high-ish PG-13? The sex is only talked about, and just barely at that. Now, on with your regularly scheduled RYDEN DIRTY. 8DPAtD - Misunderstanding6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nobody was surprised when Brendon and Ryan started having sex.
Because, really, who didn't see that coming from a million fucking miles away?
No one really seemed to have a problem with it, either. As long as they didn't have to hear about it, it was fine.
But, you know, Brendon can't keep his stupid mouth shut, and, Spencer thought as he sat there in the cabin's living room, trying to ignore Brendon going on and on about how fantastic Ryan was in bed, maybe it was going to be a problem.
PAtD - Guyliner"Have you ever worn eyeliner before?"PAtD - Guyliner6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wha- no. Why would I do that? I'm a guy."
Ryan continued to dig through a box full of all kinds of makeup and face paints, and casually said, "It's called 'guyliner', Brendon. You know, Pete Wentz and all of them, they wear it."
Brendon shrugged. "Doesn't mean I have to."
"If we're going to get signed, it doe- a-ha!" Ryan exclaimed, holding up a black eyeliner. "Found it."
He advanced toward Brendon with the pencil, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Ryan, what are you doing?"
Ryan climbed into Brendon's lap as if it were the most normal thing in the world, and stated, "I'm going to take your eyeliner virginity."
"But- wha- that's not. I don't want to."
Ryan pecked Brendon on the lips.
Brendon was dumbstruck, and all he could utter was, "Um. Okay."
Ryan smiled victoriously and held the pencil at the ready. "Look up."
PAtD - Not SorryYou take the lead,PAtD - Not Sorry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ill take your hand,
Ill follow you just like we planned.
Up to your room and lock the door...
You lead me through the lobby, clutching my wrist, pulling me towards the elevator in the hotel lobby. You're more excited about this than I expected you to be. I can tell by the way you attack me with your lips immediately after the elevator doors close.
I push you away for a moment, asking, "Now, you're sure about this?" You nod anxiously. I continue, "But what about-?" but you cut me off, placing your finger on my lips, shushing me with a smile.
"Don't worry about her right now," you tell me. "This is what I want."
The elevator doors open at our floor, and you grab my wrist again, tugging lightly as we head towards your room - our room. You pull the key card out of your pocket and slip it into the door, and as soon as it indicates that the door is unlocked, you quickly push open the door and run in, leading me to the bed