April 20, 2006

3^rd Person - Brendon Centered.

Brendon sulks outside of his sister’s elementary school, waiting for the bells to dismiss her. He seriously contemplates chewing off his right arm for some form of entertainment. There aren’t many people waiting for their kids, only one boy; probably a little older than Brendon himself. And surely he doesn’t have a kid that goes to school here.

He is honestly about to start chomping away on his arm when someone behind him coughs.

Not one of those ‘sick coughs’ where you would start worrying about your health.

No. Not one of them.

But the kind of cough where someone is obviously trying to get your attention; only they’re inconspicuous about it.

And you always look.

Everyone does.

Brendon isn’t any different.

He turns slightly to see a pretty, pretty boy just… Standing there. Slightly taller than Brendon, the young man is way too skinny with fair skin and dark hair.

Gauged ears and skinny jeans adorn him.

He’s wearing a grey scarf and dark brown jacket in the middle of April… Seriously?

But that doesn’t change the fact that this boy is beautiful in Brendon’s mind.

Oh, and yeah. Brendon has a boyfriend.

A totally smoking hot, rick and famous boyfriend; whom Brendon loves very very very much.

But threesomes aren’t ruled out.

When the beautiful boy smiles in that completely sadistic way, Brendon has a bad feeling that his whole world has just flipped.

1^st Person - Brendon’s

When the ‘cough boy’ walks over smiling widely, I’m sort of taken far aback.

“Hi, I’m Ryan. You waiting for someone?”

I scoff, because really; why in the hell else would I be standing out in front of an elementary school?

“Nope; I’m just hanging out in front of an elementary school for entertainment purposes. I’m a sick fuck.”

Can you even really curse at an elementary school?

Well, who cares? Because I totally just did.

Ryan smirks, which is kind of really creepy..
“That’s cool. Being a sick fuck is what I do best. Except, I’m actually waiting for someone. A grown-up. A teacher, actually.”

“Oh, your girlfriend?”

Ryan’s eyes twinkle, which is way too creepy and he smiles, “My boyfriend.”

I can automatically feel my mouth make that involuntary awkward ‘O’ shape.

He clears his throat, “You never told me your name…”

Maybe I did that for a reason so this creepy/hot fucker can leave me alone.

“Oh! Brendon. My name is Brendon Urie.”

“Well, nice to meet you, Brendon Urie. Your sister is quite a girl.”
I laugh nervously, “H-how do you know my little sister?”

He shrugs like it isn’t a big deal that he knows a seven year old, “She’s in my boyfriend’s class. I go and play with them sometimes. I love kids.”

“R-right.”

I’m sort of relieved that he hasn’t been stalking my little sister in hopes of kidnapping her or something. But this guy is weird.

I blush when the bell rings and children start to pour out of the school.

Ryan turns away slightly, beginning to walk away and I feel something being shoved into my hands.

I don’t even look at it; I’m too busy staring in awe at the boy in front of me, walking away.

I’ll never see him again. He’s going to disappear forever, and I will never see him again.

Not that it really matters because he has a boyfriend.

And oh yeah so do I!

After a few minutes of searching, I locate my sister.

“Look, B! It’s mister Walker and his pretty friend. He calls him pretty when he thinks no one is listening, but I’m always listening,” I take her hand as we start to walk down the concrete back to our house, “He came to class yesterday and he helped me color a butterfly. Andandand he said something that made Mister Walker ’s face get all red.”

I look down at my little sister, “Oh yeah? What did he say?”

“Well, we were gluing stuff on some paper and this one boy in my class had glue all over him, so Mister Walker says: ‘Go to the bathroom and wash all that stuff off, you’re sticky.’ And the pretty man giggled and said, ‘Hey! You told me the same thing last night!’ and then I giggled because I remember one time when you told Shane to shut his mouth he said, ‘That’s not what you said last night’ and you got red--”

I hurriedly clasp a hand over her mouth and giggle quietly to myself.

“Katie, seriously, you don’t tell people that stuff, right?”

“Well--”

“Oh my god…”

I start glancing around in hopes to find where my sister was pointing a moment ago.

Finally, I catch a glimpse of Mr. Skinny Jeans and Scarf in the spring and mister Walker getting into a car.

Walker ’s not so bad himself.

Shane. Shane. Shaneshaneshaneeeee.

****

When we get home, I excuse myself up to my room and call Shane.

“…No, seriously, Babe. He said ‘fuck’ like… half a billion times; at an elementary school. Then he was completely all over his teacher-boyfriend; RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL THE PARENTS!”

Okay; maybe I’m a bit overdramatic, or I exaggerate everything a tad bit.

But, Shane will never know the difference.

“Maybe you shouldn’t pick up Katie by yourself. You’ll be doing it everyday, right? So, I’ll come with you from now on.”

“Alright, honey. But I’ve got to go for a little bit. I need to clear my head. Will you be coming over tonight?”

“Yeah, Baby. I will.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, B. I’ll sneak into your window just like always. But really, Bren. You’re nineteen now. Why can’t you just stay the night with me at my place? No interruptions, no keeping it quiet. No sneaking around?”

“I told you, Shane,” I groan, “If I stay the night at your house, my mom will know we’re having sex.”

“As if she doesn’t already know? We’ve been together for over two years. She knows we love each other. Besides; have you seen the way you walk after our nights together? It’s a funny walk.”

I can hear him laughing slightly.

“I do not walk funny,” I giggle along with him, “I can totally take your cock.”

“I know… Hey, B?

“Yes, Darling?”

“I love you.”

I make that noise you would normally make after taking a bite out of an abnormally tasty cookie.

“I love you, too Shane. So,” I grin, “I’ll be seeing your fine ass tonight; correct?”

“Are we out of condoms, too? Because I know I need to pick up some lube.”

I lift my bed skirt and lower my head to look under.

“Nah; we’ve got a couple left. It wouldn’t hurt, though. We don’t need any babies.”

I hear Shane snort-laugh. It’s really one of the cutest things to be heard.

“Nope; no babies. Not just yet. ‘Kay, hon. I’ll call you when I get close to your house.”

“Alright; love you, Shane.”

“Love you, Brendon.”

I sigh, contentedly smiling, and close my phone.

I lie back on my bed staring at the ceiling.

A few minutes of brainless thoughts occur before I push my hand into my pocket and pull whatever Ryan pushed into my hand out.

A business card?

“Oh?”

I study it more closely, turning the small white and black paper rectangle over in my hands.

Ryan Ross

Go to Heaven for the Weather;

but to hell to sell your soul.

555-555-0123

I flip it over to read the other side.

I can’t wait to see inside;

I’ll see exactly what you’re made of.

I’ll teach you everything you need to know:

The way to love and feel it in your bones;

They’ll grab the sheets and you’ll make their toes ravel.

Their lips whisper:

And it stops.

Wait…

I turn the card slightly to its side and another ‘invisible’ ink shows in the light.

They want you, oh…

I clasp a hand over my mouth, “Oh my GOD! He’s a PORNSTAR?!”

I let my brain catch up and shake my head.

“No. Not a porn star. More like… He probably runs an escort service or something. Or maybe he is an escort.”

I snatch up my phone, again; speed dialing Shane’s number..

He doesn’t even say ‘Hello’; he just automatically goes into making me feel like a loser.

“Awe, you missed me that much?”

“Not hardly,” I smirk, “Listen to this.”

Shane stays quiet while I read the card.

“Never heard anything like it. Are you sure he’s not just a pervert and that’s his business card?”

I roll my eyes. “It is his business card, Shane. I just told you that.”

“I meant… Like his ‘personal card.’ Like when he goes clubbing, he can just hand them out to pretty little boys like yourself and say ‘fuck’ a few times in rapid succession?”

I can’t even say anything to that.

It’s so preposterous that I begin to laugh uncontrollably..

“See, Babe? I’m just trying to make you see that this whole situation is bogus. There’s no reason to get so worked up. It’s dumb. Anyways; I’m gonna be over in about four hours to make you forget all about the ‘fuck’ man.”

I smile and shake my head.

“Thanks, Shane. You always know what to tell me to keep me from getting out of control.”

“No problem, sweetheart. I don’t like seeing you so worked up. It means that you won’t be totally concentrated on getting me off; and we don’t really need that because seriously honey? I would kill to have you on set just once, not only because you’d make my life so much easier and happier, but because you’re beautiful from any angle and also because blow-breaks would totally be awesome.”

And I know he’s serious about that last one.

I roll my eyes and try to hold back a laugh, “You know, Shane? For a wealthy-professional-famous-photographer who is twenty-three and currently working fulltime for Maxim, you’d think you’d be a little more mature…”

“But you love it.”

“You’re smart, gorgeous, rich and far more immature than I am… What more could I ask for?”

“Don’t forget that I have a pretty amazing cock.”

“It’s true; your cock is pretty much made of amazing win.”

Shane laughs at me.

“I know, but don’t give me too big of an ego.”

“Too late,” I choke out with giggles.

“Shut up! My ego can at least fit in your room, so why are you complaining?

I continue giggling and stretch out on my bed.

“Speaking of bedrooms, why don’t you just come over right now? Come have dinner with us. I’m sure Katie would love to have more Brendon-Shane stories to tell her class.”

“What?”

“She’s been talking about the ‘That’s not what you said last night,’ etcetera stuff with her class. Like that one time when I told you to shut your mouth and you were like, ‘That’s not what you…’ And I blushed, and… Yeah… Long story.”

“You blush at any dirty remarks from me; you just can’t tell when your whole body is on

fire.”

He’s right, though. I’m so blushing right now.

“I’m going to get hard now, thanks. I’ll see you at dinner, Valdez.”

“Love you, Urie.”

“I love you, too. Dinner starts at six.”

“’Kay, bye.”

****

Dinner passes without any innuendos, no strange parental looks, and no awkward questions from Katie.

It was a very successful dinner.

Heh, well, until my mother asks me to help her clear the table while Shane, my father and Katie sit in the living room, looking at pictures of Shane’s last big photo shoots on the television that is hooked up to his camera.

My mother hands me a bowl and clears her throat.

“So, Bren; are you and Shane sexually active?”

I freeze, staring wide eyed at my mother.

“W-what?”

She looks directly into my eyes, “Are you and Shane having sex?”

She doesn’t look accusing; only… Well… curious, I guess.

“Mom, I really don’t thi--”

“Bren, it’s okay. You’re both adults. You’ve been together for more than two years, now. It’s not like I hadn’t suspected anything, you know?”

“Oh,” I mutter quietly, looking down, “So you know about th--”

“I know about him sneaking in,” she smirks, “You should really be quieter.”

I know for a fact that I’m now blushing.

“Hey, Bear,” she pulls me into a tight hug, “You know; I’m just happy that it’s with someone that you love. He’s someone who would give you the world twenty times over if he could. And you know that’s the truth.”

I smile, hugging my mother back.

“Yeah, he is wonderful.”

“I just feel the tension when you ask if you can go over to his house or something like that. You act like I’m going to tell you no.”
I laugh, “I just didn’t want you to worry about me.”

“I trust Shane with you as much as I trust myself with you. I don’t care what you do, as long as you’re happy and safe. You are safe, right?”

I chuckle, “Yes, mother. We’ve never even had sex without protection.”

“He was your first right?”

At this point, I feel like she’s gone way too far.

“Yes, mom; he’s my first.”

Except not; I don’t see any reason to tell her about Spencer, William, Pete, or Gabe.

I’ve fucked all of ‘em, and by fucked, I mean fucked. They were meaningless to an extent. We’re all friends, and it was like: “So, I need to get off. Help me.”

William and Gabe are together, now. It’s cute.

I’m definitely not about to tell her about sexy-as-hell-Alex Gaskarth who really was my first. He stayed over at my house all the time freshman year, and he totally fucked my brains out every weekend.

Really… There is no reason to deafen my poor little mother.

The mother who birthed me when she was sixteen years old. She’s always told me to

‘wait for the one.’

Not that she has any regrets about being with my father, but she does wish she would have been able to go to college and not have to worry about a baby.

I waited until it felt right.

But Alex wasn’t the one.

There’s a loud gasp, followed by girlish giggles and the sound of Shane saying ‘I’m sorry’ over and over.

My mother and I go to investigate.

My father is sitting on the couch, smirking slightly; Katie is on the floor, rolling in giggles.

Shane, my lovely boyfriend, is standing, horribly red, holding the dangling cords that look like they were torn from his camera in a hurry.

I move over to him, pushing him down onto the love seat behind him.

“What happened, Babe?”

“I w-was showing them the photos. And you know how I told you Tila Tequila was getting a little… x-rated on the photo shoot?”

My mouth drops open.

“Ohhhh!”

I’m slightly stunned for a moment, but then I look over to my parents holding each other and my mom with her hand over her mouth trying her hardest to hold back giggles and then I remember that, ‘Hey, my family is pretty chill.’

I fall on top of Shane, shaking with laughter as the dam breaks inside of me.

I’m almost crying when I lean into Shane’s neck and try to talk to him quietly.

“I love that you always forget what’s on your cameras.”

Shane relaxes and whispers into my ear, “You better be glad that I grabbed this one; I was so close to picking up the other one. That one has us together all over it.”

I slap his chest and kiss his lips.

“But you know what I love?”

I quirk an eyebrow.

“The fact that you don’t hate me for showing your father and little sister pornography.”

Everyone is laughing again.

Finally everyone can breathe again and my mother speaks.

“You know, Shane. I’ve known you for a long time and in the time that I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this red.”

My dad speaks next, “With the look on your face someone would have thought you punched the pope on accident or something. It was so priceless.”

Everyone resumes laughing, and eventually it dies out; everyone with tears in their eyes.

When everything is finally calm my mother asks if I would like to stay the night with Shane.

Uh… Duh.

****

Shane has my backpack over his shoulder as we walk out to his BMW just sitting all pretty in my driveway.

“Why’d you even drive over here if you thought that you’d be banging me into my floor right now?”

Shane shrugs, smirking, and opens the door for me.

He throws my backpack over the seat and kisses my forehead as he helps me down into my seat.

“I didn’t want to walk.”

I look skeptical.

“Two blocks?”

He’s avoiding my eye contact as he gets into his seat.

“I told you that I worked hard today.”
I make a face and raise my voice an octave.

“Oh, poor Shaney; your little pointer finger must be so tired from all the clicking.”

I pout and Shane rolls his eyes, starting the engine and pulling out of my driveway and down the street.

“Brendon--”

He sounds annoyed, so I need to fix it.

“I was kidding,” I reach over and thread my fingers through his hair.

“I know that you work hard. And I’ll give you a massage if you’d like. You have oils or whatever at the house, right?”

Shane turns on to his street and pulls out a Walgreen’s bag.

“Luckily, K.Y doubles as massage stuff.”

I peek into the bag after he hands it to me; the cashier probably thought he was some kind of pervert.

There are four different kinds of K.Y, six boxes of condoms, and a really big bottle of Astroglide.

I know what he’s planning now.

That stuff never fails to amaze me about how slippery I get..

Fisting is not at all possible without it.

I’m so serious right now.

We’ve tried.

Once we’re inside his house, Shane presses me hard against a wall and I whimper.

“You can be as loud as you want,” he whispers, “And we’re not going to stop until I have to go to work tomorrow.”

I whisper back, just to be a smart ass.

“If I can be as loud as I want, why are we whispering?”

Shane presses the heel of his hand into my forming erection and I moan, “When’s work?”

I thrust myself up into his touch and he smiles, “Noon, tomorrow.”

I look hazily at the clock behind him, “It’s only eight now.”

Shane grips my hips hard in his strong hands, “Exactly. Let’s get busy, then.”