What I Wouldn't Give For a Daiquiri

"Y-Yeah helps... helps..."

Brendon said softly, his breathing shallow. He hated himself for how he must've looked, flushed, biting his lip and practically panting. Yeah look more like a big ho there, Bren. "S'good, Ry... thank you..."

He breathed, reaching up to place his fingertips on Ryan's wrist, wondering idly whether or not he'd actually stop. In all fairness, Brendon didn't want him to. He wanted to kiss him, to grind against him, to flip them both over so Ryan lay under- Finish that thought Urie and you'll have Dragostae Din Tai stuck in your head until you die.

Ryan pulled back and stared at him. "You..uh..." He backed off of Brendon's lap slowly, retreating to the other side of the hot spring. "I...I hope...your...head...gets...better."

He bit his lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood. He looked at Brendon pleadingly, begging for forgiveness with his eyes. He wasn't even sure what had happened, or why he had done it. He coughed, looking away uncomfortably.

Brendon saw the look in his eyes and flinched, reaching forward and brushing his thumb over his bottom lip, gently pulling it out from between his teeth and shaking his head. "Thank you."

He said softly, in response to what the brunette said. Smiling softly, he reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes, clearing his throat and settling back against the bank of the spring, praying that look in Ryan's eyes would just go away. "So much... how's your shoulder?"

Ryan looked away from Brendon, then flicked his eyes back to him nervously. He felt like he wanted something, but he wasn't sure what. He reached up and touched his lower lip slowly. "Feels better." he said quietly.

It did. His shoulder didn't ache nearly as badly as it had before. But there was a different ache replacing it. He stared at Brendon from the corner of his eye, the same haunting hunger lingering in his gaze.

Brendon stared up at the canopy, his mind racing and making him feel a little sick. What. The fuck just happened. It wasn't like he minded it, oh god no, he'd wanted Ryan Ross in a position like that since the first time he'd laid eyes on him. At first, admittedly, it was pure lust. But could anyone really blame him? Ryan Ross should've been a fucking model.

Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair, hissing as his fingertips found a wound, a wound he hadn't noticed before. Since the crash, he'd been trying so hard to keep anyone from touching his head, except Ryan, and the guitarist's fingers were always so gentle. "Ah fuck..."

He breathed, noting that this... was a cut. Brendon had had blood on him after the crash but everyone did, everyone was a little cut up and hell, he still had a gash over his left eye that was healing. "That explains a bit I guess..." He muttered, flicking his eyes open and startling a little as... for a brief second... his vision was blurry. Oh God that can't be good.

And then he noticed...

Ryan was eyeing him with a look that made Brendon ache.

"... H...i..."

He said slowly, a little nervously as if it was the first time they'd seen eachother all day. "... What's... what's up, Ry?"

"Not much." Ryan's voice was almost inaudible, as he gazed at Brendon from under his long eyelashes. He felt a heaviness inside him that he wanted to get rid of, and he felt like it would be released by crawling back into Brendon's lap. He chewed his lower lip uncomfortably.

"What's up with you?" The way Brendon was looking at him made the heaviness worse, he desperately wanted it to go away. He wanted Brendon. Not gay. Not gay. Stop thinking that way. I don't...

But could he really keep thinking that when he was staring at Brendon this way? When Brendon was making him ache and smolder? When being in Brendon's lap had been the best he had felt in weeks? He shook his head in confusion.

"Ryan..."

Brendon breathed, chewing lightly on his lip and reaching out for him. He was gonna try something, pray to God that the older boy didn't refuse. It didn't have to mean anything. "C'mere Ry... please..."

... Begging, Urie? Taking the brunette's hand, he laced their fingers together gently and pulled him over, sitting up fully and locking their eyes together, only succeeding in making his body shudder. "Just... come sit..."

Ryan moved nervously over next to Brendon, letting him take his hand. He bit his lower lip. "Bren..?" He shivered at his touch, letting their legs brush against each other. Everything was so warm and wet and comfortable and he just...he just wanted to keep touching.

Brendon looked so gorgeous...all wet and dripping and mostly naked and...Ryan gulped, suddenly nervous. "What..?"

"Just relax, Ry."

Brendon said softly, pulling him back into his lap, Ryan's back against his chest and holding him there. Making sure Ryan knew that if he wanted to... he could move away and Brendon rested his head against the brunette's. He didn't dare speak, thinking that maybe if he spoke... it might snap Ryan out of the little haze he'd had his best friend in earlier and Ryan would move away. Brendon... didn't want that.

Nuzzling gently into his hair, Brendon ran his palm lightly across his lower stomach, just trying to relax the boy against him and letting his eyes fall closed, a slight shiver running through his body.

Ryan shivered and snuggled back into Brendon's lap. The heaviness seemed to evaporate, replaced by a feeling of excited, nervous anticipation. He closed his eyes as Brendon's hand brushed over his stomach.

"Bren..? What're..." He trailed off as Brendon nuzzled him and shivered. He gripped Brendon's thigh hesitantly, unsure of what he should do.

Brendon pressed his lips against Ryan's ear, his eyes still closed and he ran his hand down Ryan's arm, pressing his palm against the back of his hand and breathing in sharply as the brunette's fingertips dug into his thigh. "I'm not... going to do anything... you don't want, Ryan."

He said softly, his lips still right next to Ryan's ear and he had to resist himself from letting his tongue dart out to taste his skin. It's almost too much having the brunette in his lap, having his hands on his body. Bringing one hand up to his right shoulder, he started massaging again, hoping to put Ryan back into a contented state. "Promise."

Ryan purred softly as Brendon's hand rubbed his shoulder. "O...okay..." He leaned back and nuzzled Brendon's cheek, unsure of what to do. He kept his hand on Brendon's leg, massaging it gently with his fingertips.

"Brendon...what're...what're you going to..." He squirmed slightly, enjoying the contact, but...nervous. He wanted to beg Brendon to keep going, but at the same time he was scared of the feelings this was stirring up. He whimpered. "Pl...ease..." He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but he had a feeling Brendon would understand.

Brendon tilted his head slightly, watching Ryan's face with careful eyes. The sound of that little purr sounded it... No fucking way. Biting the inside of his lip, he slowly pulled open the front of Ryan's jeans, keeping his other hand on his shoulder, massaging him slowly.

He knew he had to take it slow, make sure Ryan knew that at any point in time, he could stop it all, move away but at the same time he couldn't stop his hands from shaking, his heart from pounding... Then Ryan whimpered that one little word... and it was all fucking over. Letting a strangled moan escape his lips, he nudged his way into Ryan's neck, kissing his skin softly and slipping his hand into his jeans, wrapping his hand tightly around the base of his dick and stroking slowly, his breathing ragged.

Ryan gasped and dug his fingertips into Brendon's leg. "Oh...oh god...Brendon..." He rocked his hips and moaned as Brendon's lips touched his neck. "Br..ah..." He clenched his teeth and made a soft hissing noise. "Y-yes..."

His eyes fell closed as he writhed against Brendon, arching his back and pressing himself back into Brendon's chest. It felt so good, but so surreal at the same time. He didn't want Brendon to stop, he just wanted to keep feeling this way, warm and wet and...oh god...

Brendon felt his body flush in reaction to Ryan's voice, his body, his movement. All of it. All those fantasies of things like this; images coming to his mind of all those times he wished he could just push the guitarist against the back wall at some club when they were teenagers, whent he first joined the band, and jerked him off, sucked him off, something, anything. It didn't compare.

Nothing compared to just how good it felt to have Ryan this close, literally in the palm of his hand. For it to be him causing Ry this much pleasure, not some stupid fucking blonde who'd followed him back to the bus during tours. "C'mon Ry... God baby, come on."

He breathed, his tone taking on a slight whining quality in the last few words, his entire body throbbing and he knew Ryan'd feel him hard against his back. He knew and he didn't care. What was the worst that could happen at this point!? Sucking softly on the skin of his neck, he let his tongue flick over his flesh and wondered idly if there'd be a hicky. A small bruise to fucking prove that he had at least this little bit of Ryan Ross. Even if it only meant anything to him. "Come for Bren, baby... "

Ryan made a strangled noise and practically threw himself backward against Brendon's chest as he came, shaking and whimpering. "Brendonnnn..." he moaned, squeezing Brendon's leg. He felt Brendon's tongue and lips on his neck and it just made everything so much better.

He collapsed against him, shivering slightly. He grabbed Brendon's arm and pulled it around his waist, needing to be held. In a minute it would sink in what had happened, and things would be awkward...really awkward...but right now, he just needed to be held. He nuzzled Brendon's neck quietly.

Brendon shuddered violently as Ryan came, coming almost fucking close to the edge himself until Ryan pulled his arm around his waist... and he smiled faintly. Doing up the front of his jeans, he wrapped both arms tightly around his waist before bringing one hand up to stroke the backs of his fingers over Ryan's neck, hoping to help him even out his breathing. God I love him.

Leaning down, he kissed his bruised shoulder gently, not applying any pressure to his skin before traveling up his neck. This was how it should be, Ryan laying in his arms where Brendon could hold him and kiss him and fucking worship him like he deserved to be worshipped. "So beautiful..."

He breathed, nuzzling gently into Ryan's hair and inhaling his scent, his body shivering a little.

Ryan sighed contentedly, basking in the afterglow as Brendon kissed his bare shoulders and neck. This was so nice. Sitting here with Brendon, his arms wrapped warmly around him, the water rippling slightly.

For that moment, he could almost forget that Brendon was his best friend and bandmate.

Oh SHIT.

Ryan's body tensed up as he realized what just happened.

Brendon froze not a second after Ryan did, groaning softly and sighing, slowly slipping his arms from around his waist. "M'sorry, Ry."

He started, his words slightly slurred. Closing his eyes and suddenly noticing JUST how MUCH he was spinning. Leaning his head back against the soft ground, he breathed in slowly, trying to ignore the slow, steady pulsing in the back of his head.. and the front of his fucking boxer briefs. Note to self: Never touch Ryan Ross again. "M... really... sorry..."

Ryan hesitated and touched Brendon's arm. "You...you don't have to be sorry..." He slid his hand gently inbetween Brendon's legs, caressing his inner thigh lightly. "I mean...I wanted it too..." His eyes darkened as he looked at Brendon.

He ran his finger along the waistband of Brendon's boxer briefs, biting his lower lip. "Let me..?"

Brendon froze, his eyes snapping open wide to stare at the canopy above them and he had to force back the urge to say something very stupid like 'Two guys jerking eachother off on an island in a spring... sounds like a porno.'

Jokes. Urie was jokes and sarcasm. That... was how he dealt with life. That was how he kept things from getting to real... but he couldn't with Ryan. He never could. All it took was one look from those deep hazel eyes and Brendon's bullshit was put at an abrupt hault.

Flicking his tongue across his own bottom lip, he shuddered, moaning breathily and nodding, his entire body pulsing. He needed it. "Fuck, please... Ry... please..."

"C'mere." Ryan sat next to Brendon and pulled him into his lap carefully. He wrapped his arms around Brendon's waist. "You're pretty." he said softly, nuzzling Brendon's neck from behind. He flicked his tongue out and teased Brendon's ear with the tip of it.

Ryan forced himself not to think about whether or not this made him gay. He couldn't think of anything except that Brendon had made him feel good, and now he was going to make Brendon feel good.

His hand slipped down the front of Brendon's boxers and he wrapped it gently around the base of his cock, stroking slowly. He shifted slightly, pressing his hips against Brendon from behind.

Brendon blinked slowly, a little confused as he was coaxed into Ryan's lap and he settled - Quite fucking comfortably, mind you - between Ryan's legs and again... he had to fight off the urge to make a horridly inappropriate comment about what else he could do between Ryan's legs as he felt a slight blush creep up the back of his neck. "You're gorgeous."

He responded, turning his head to kiss Ryan's neck softly and moaning softly at the first touch of his dick, his fists clenching at his sides. "H'oh God, Ry..."

He breathed out quickly, unclenching one hand to rest it on the brunette's leg, his fingertips tracing shaky patterns on his skin. He was losing it. Brendon babbled when he lost control and he was mildly afraid of the shit that just might come out, talking about fantasies and begging Ryan not to stop... he couldn't let that happen.

Ryan licked Brendon's ear, nipping the earlobe as he stroked him faster. "C'mon Brenny." he coaxed. "You got me off, let me..." He sucked gently on Brendon's neck, making soft whimpering noises. He rocked his hips against Brendon.

He was surprised that he was able to do this at all. It seemed so natural, just...the right thing to do. Friends, doing each other a favor. He wrapped both hands around Brendon's cock and jerked it harder and faster. "Come for me..."

There was no fucking way Ryan could know what that simple little nickname had done to Brendon all these years. No way. Brendon was too cautious about it. Thank God for tight jeans. But now, the position Ryan had him in... it was useless and he knew it. "Fuck, Ryan... sh-shit you're so fucking beautiful..."

Crying out softly, he reached up with one hand wrapped it around the back of Ryan's neck, pumping his hips aganst his hand and revelling in the soft little sounds that Ryan made until - Holy Christ. - the guitarist had two hands around him, his hands soft but still calloused in spots and it drove Brendon fucking insane.

Nipping softly at Ryan's neck, he pulled himself closer to his body and sucked on his skin, exactly where he had before. He'd have a bruise now, Brendon didn't care. Ryan could wear that little scarf - the one that made his neck seem so goddamn touchable - in the 100 degree weather for all he cared. Ryan was his, in his mind. Gasping softly, he jerked his hips forward, whimpering Ryan's name over and over like it was the only word he knew but couldn't stop talking and he came hard, harder than he ever had by himself and definitely harder than he had with any fucking girl. "Oh fuck Ryan..."

He moaned, not even aware he was speaking and he kneaded the muscles on his thigh, his breathing heavy. "God... better... better than I ever could've fucking imagined..."