What I Wouldn't Give For a Daiquiri

Ryan darted forward, wrapping his arm around Brendon. "Shh, it's okay." He hated Brendon's dizzy spells, they scared him more than anything that had happened so far. Even the plane crash hadn't scared him as badly as the way Brendon would stumble.

He held Brendon up, waiting for it to pass. They always passed. He rubbed his best friend's back gently. "'s alright Brendon. Take it easy."

He tried to ignore the fact that he was pressed up against Brendon, close and soft and warm. He also tried to ignore the fact that Brendon DID smell like him, he could smell his cologne, but he could also smell Brendon under the cologne and that smell was much better...Okay brain, feel free to shut up at any time...rescuing best friend here.

It took a moment for Brendon to realize that he suddenly had a very gorgeous Ryan pressed up against him, his arms around his waist and he smiled a little dazedly, leaning his head gently against Ryan's and wrapping both arms around him, his breathing slowly evening out.

Ryan had, without a doubt, the most perfect body on God's green earth and Brendon had to pull back just a little before he did something he'd regret. "Thanks Ry."

He breathed, biting the inside of his lip. Their faces were only ever this close on stage. That one perfect, passionate, kiss... Shivering lightly, he reached up and brushed a lock of Ryan's hair out of his eyes, inwardly melting as it fell right back in front of his gorgeous eyes.

Ryan's breath caught in his throat as Brendon's fingertips brushed his forehead. Why does he always DO that? Ryan looked down, not sure he could stand to see the way Brendon was looking at him. It had to be the head injury.

"No problem." he said quietly, wrapping his arms around himself self-consciously. He glanced around, his hair falling back in front of his eyes. "So, uh, where's this hot spring thing?"

"Huh?" Brendon asked, glancing at the clearing and blinking quickly, slowly slipping out from between the tree... and his best friend's body... his hot... little... Stop. Right. There. Urie.

"OH!" Shaking his head just lightly and walking back towards the clearing, knowing Ryan'd follow. Yeah okay note to self... no more awkward moments with Ross lest you jump him.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled open his belt and the front of his pants, thanking God for boxer briefs and sitting at the edge of the spring, dipping his fingers in and smiling a little. "S'perfect..." Glancing back up at Ryan, he blinked slowly, watching him carefully. "Do... you gonna need help? Cause of your shoulder and... everything?"

Oh, Urie, you did not just ask to help undress your best friend.

Shit.

Ryan hesitantly moved his arm, trying to see if he could position himself to get his shirt off. He almost cried out in pain. He turned red and nodded. "Y-yeah. If you don't mind too much." He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off, reaching for the button for his pants.

He changed his mind, hands hovering awkwardly over the front of his pants. I really need to get in the habit of wearing underwear.

He took a step toward Brendon, trying to look anywhere except into Brendon's eyes as he held his arms forward. "Help please?" He tried to make it sound like a joke, but it didn't work...he sounded terrified, or desperately turned on, or possibly some combination of both.

Brendon got to his feet, wincing at the sight of Ryan in pain. He couldn't stand it. He'd tried so hard to keep him safe. He always did. "C'mere Ry."

He breathed, taking his hand and pulling him close, reaching around and pulling the hem of his shirt up, taking his left arm and biting his lip. "Grip my hand, you won't hurt me... if it hurts... dig your fingers in I don't care."

He said softly, slowly lifting his hand up, not much but enough, and pulling his shirt off over his head. "You okay?... Jesus it's bruised..." Brendon reached out, brushing his fingertips lightly over his skin, a pained look in his dark eyes. "Ry... I'm so sorry..."

Ryan tried not to shiver at the feeling of Brendon's hand on his skin. "'s not your fault, you've got nothing to be sorry for." He smiled and patted Brendon's upper arm. "Besides, the spring should help." He walked over to the water and stepped in, wrinkling his nose as his jeans got soaked and clung to his skin.

"It feels nice. C'mon in, Bden!" He grinned up at Brendon, trying not to be too fascinated by the fact that Brendon was in his underwear and looking very, incredibly good.

Brendon raised an eyebrow, watching Ryan and blinking slowly in confusion. "... Uh... Ryan?"

He said softly, eyes traveling over his body and... quite suddenly losing his train of thought. Tight jeans... just got even tighter. Shuddering, he realized that.... sitting? A Hell of a lot better position for him right now. Clearing his throat, he stepped into the water after him and leaned back against the edge of the bank, moving a little to a more shallow area and sitting down, trying desperately not to eye his wet best friend.

Groaning softly, he leaned back, his head resting against the soft ground and he sighed contentedly, his eyes falling half closed. "Kay now... see? Told you... s'good right?"

Ryan nodded, glancing sideways at Brendon. He was all wet and mostly naked and his boxer briefs were clinging to him in ways that made Ryan fidget. He was glad that his waist was underwater, but very unhappy about the fact that certain sensitive parts of his anatomy were now pressed against his uncomfortably tight, wet jeans.

Of course, that thought just made him wonder if certain parts of Brendon's anatomy were straining against his wet und-OKAY NOT GOING THERE. He ducked his head under the water, hoping that the warmth he felt in his face was not a visible blush.

It was.

Brendon smiled a little, glancing over at where.... well... Where Ryan was and laughing. You realize when he comes up his hair'll be all clingy, yeah? Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and brought his hands up to his head, pressing his fingertips against his temples and letting a soft, shuddered moan escape his lips at the relief of pressure.

After a moment, he did the same as Ryan, running his hands through his hair under the water just to get the sand and dirt out before coming back up for air, keeping his eyes carefully trained on... fuck, anything but the brunette in the spring with him. He hummed to himself, a song stuck in his head and he pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning his head back against the ground. "How's your shoulder?"

"Hurts." Ryan tried to keep his eyes averted from Brendon, but he kept glancing back. He was like a magnet. A magnet that only attracted Ryan's eyes. A sexy magnet with droplets of water glistening on hi-Oh god.

Ryan reached up and rubbed his shoulder. "Uh, how's your head?" He reached over to pet Brendon's head gently, getting his hair slightly damp.

"Better. C'mere."

Brendon said softly and without a second thought, wrapped an arm securely around Ryan's waist, pulling him close and turning him so that the brunette faced away and he ran his hands down his neck and slowly, gently, over his shoulders, massaging his upper arms. "Tell me if I hurt you."

Alright so perfect body was an understatement and Brendon had to make damn sure to keep just a little distance between them. If Ryan moved back he'd A) Settle between Brendon's legs Holy Jesus... and B) Feel him pressed hard against his lower back and... that could go two ways... neither he wanted to think about even though just the mere image of Ryan pressed against him and moaning sent shivers right up his spine.

Urie you pervert. "H-How... How's that?"

Ryan moaned softly as Brendon's fingers went to work on his shoulder. "That feels good..." his shoulders started to relax for the first time since the crash. He sighed and settled back, lying against Brendon's chest.

"That's really good, Brendon..." He groaned softly as Brendon's fingers grazed a particularly tender spot. It didn't hurt badly enough for him to ask Brendon to stop, just enough to make Ryan squirm slightly in his lap. He was completely focused on the sensations running through his shoulder, and determinedly ignored the fact that he had managed to work his way inbetween Brendon's legs and was pressed up against him.

....gghhuuhh....

Shifting a little, Brendon bit the inside of his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as Ryan was suddenly squirming in his lap. Resting his forehead against the top of Ryan's head, he applied a little pressure to his shoulders, staying away from where it was bruised on his left side. "Good."

He breathed, practically panting against the back of Ryan's neck and not even thinking of how it might feel to the brunette. "J-Just... tell me if I hurt... you..."

Ryan closed his eyes and hissed softly. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. "It's good." he moaned, his voice a bit strained. He arched his back slightly in pleasure/pain, not realizing that he was rubbing himself against Brendon.

"G-gah, Brendon..." His fingers hit a knotted muscle and Ryan tensed. "Right there...please..." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on Brendon's shoulder. "Fuck..."

Fuck you too, God.

Brendon thought bitterly, biting harder on his lip until he cut skin, hissing softly in pain and rubbing the knot in Ryan's shoulder, his breathing shallow.

Groaning softly as Ryan arched against him, he faultered for only for a moment before returning to his shoulders, his heart pounding so hard he was sure the brunette would feel it against his back. Bringing both hands to the knot in his shoulder, he worked hard, trying like hell not to hurt the boy in the process. "Ryan... baby, relax."

He said softly, his voice almost a purr as he worked at the knot, becoming somewhat... adjusted... to having the love of his life pressed so tight against him and he wondered, idly, why he hadn't said anything about - Don't complain, Bren, don't. "C'mon, Ry... "

As the sensations in his shoulder subsided, Ryan relaxed and began to breathe normally again. "Mm...that was good, Bren."

His eyes widened. Is that... He felt something pressing into his lower back. He closed his eyes forcibly. Not gonna think about it. he thought determinedly. He relaxed onto Brendon's chest.

Not gonna think about it.
Not gonna think about it.
Not gonna think about it.

He was thinking about it. And he wasn't moving. He tried to pretend he wasn't thinking about it. If he sat still enough, maybe Brendon just wouldn't realize that Ryan had noticed his...yeah.

Then Brendon's fingers hit another knot in his shoulder and his back arched again, pressing him harder into Brendon's lap. "F-fuck..." he moaned softly.

Brendon felt Ryan tense and he paused, praying to anyone that was listening that he wouldn't pull away. He had a valid reason!!! Ryan was hot and he knew it! He could pull it off as wet, squirmy guy in your lap... what the hell else are you s'posda do!?

Swallowing thickly, he couldn't surpress the moan that escaped his lips as Ryan pressed back against him, one hand working on the knot in his back and the other slipping around his waist, pulling him closer, his hand resting on his hip. ...bad... bad situation. "R-Ry..."

He breathed warningly, his hand trembling on his hip. Brendon didn't honestly know if he could stop himself the way Ry was acting, moaning and squirming and pressing so tight against him... it was maddening. He was drenched, half in water half in sweat just trying to calm himself.

Ryan froze as Brendon pulled him close. "B-Brendon?" He didn't know what to do, Brendon's soft moan replaying in his head. He tried to relax against him, but he just couldn't. His breathing was shallow and he clenched his fists on his knees slowly.

He didn't know what he wanted. I'm not gay... he thought desperately, even though all the evidence was pointing the opposite direction. Especially the evidence in his pants. Goddamnit.

Brendon licked his lips, swallowing thickly and unwittingly leaning into Ryan's neck, his lips barely touching his skin. He couldn't quite bring himself to let go. Not yet. Not yet. "Ryan..."

He breathed again, none of the former warning in his voice, his tone replaced with desperation and an underlying lust he couldn't control. Sliding his fingertips down his arm and shivering lightly against him, his other hand moving from his hip to rest on his lower stomach, realizing then just how much of their skin was touching.

Ryan squirmed slightly. "Wh-what's up?" He realized full well how stupid...and possibly innuendo-laden the question sounded. He touched Brendon's hand gingerly, not sure what to do.

Where is this going? Okay, he knew where this was going, but...could he let it go there? He was confused...he wanted...

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wasn't quite ready to squirm out of Brendon's arms yet. He just tried to lie still.

And ignore the erection pressing into his lower back. Ignoring that would be helpful with his mental state.

Brendon calmed, his breathing evening out as Ryan stopped moving. He could handle this. Laying there with Ryan in his arms - between his legs Shut up - and feeling slightly more at ease. "N-nothing... just uh..."

Thingofsomething - QUICKLY!!!! "Dizzy a little." He breathed. That wasn't all a lie. His head spun but that was mostly... from having... that hot, tight SHUT UP - Ryan pressed up against him. That's what was making his head spin.

Ryan turned around quickly, concern in his eyes. "Is your head okay?" He shifted his leg over Brendon's leg, reaching up to massage his head gently. "Anything I can do?"

It took about ten seconds for him to realize what he had done.

He was now straddling Brendon.

In the hot spring.

Straddling.

Wet.

Horny.

Brendon.

Shit.

Brendon's eyes widened for a moment before falling closed and letting a soft, breathy whimper pass his lips at the feel of Ryan's fingers pressed against his scalp. "Th-That... that... th-that's perfect Ry..."

He breathed, his hands resting on Ryan's sides and he rested his head against the brunette's hand, his breathing a little labored and his wet lips parted. "Holy God that feels good..."

Licking his lips subconsciously he let his eyes flicker open for only a moment. Oh fuckme Ryan Ross is straddling me... Swallowing thickly, he closed his mouth and clenched his jaw a little wincing at the pain that sent through him and sliding his hands down to rest on Ryan's hips.

Ryan closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about what he was doing. This was helping Brendon's head get better, and that's what mattered to Ryan. Admittedly the fact that he could feel Brendon's cock poking into his ass. "This...helps?"

He felt Brendon's hands brush over his hips and bit his lower lip. We need to stop soon...or I'm not going to be able to...