boylove Blog and Journals

- AGH i finaly could get rid of that girl. Jee. - Said Ryan, sitting beside his bandmates and leaning his head over Brendon's shoulders. - She gets all sticky and wants to pose for the cameras and all that crap. I mean, AAGH.
- Ryan, if that bothers you so much you should lay it ooooofff, lay it ooooooff. - Said Gabe, closing his eyes and doing weird movements with his hands.
- ...Is he drunk? - Questioned Ryan, rising up an eyebrow and pointing Gabe, who was once again leaning in the sofa and muttering something as "old mcdonald had a farm, y-ha-iha-oh"
- Do you have anything new to say or that's it? - Asked Angie, grabbing Gabe by his hand and dragging him away. - We'll see each other Ryan. It's better for me to take him out of here before he starts stripping. - and, saying that she dragged the man amazingly taller than her, who kept repeating "relaaaax ryan, relaax" until she ordered him to shut up, and he shutted up, except for some y-a-ohs lost that got lost in the wind. 
- Ok, ignoring that. - said Jon. - I think yoou should follow gabe's advice.
-  that again? - Complained Ryan
- Yes.
- Goood i hate when you guys start talking about mine and brendon's relations...
- HI RYAN, BOO-BOO- Said Keltie, sitting aside the boys.
-...hip. - Ryan lifted his eyebrows- Hi Kel. - Smiled.
- Kel? - Whispered Brendon turning his back to Ryan and making a disgust face.
- Freud would explain it. - Said Jon
- RYRY, what IF we got pregnant?
- Just in case you havent noticed, Ryry is not a sea-horse. - Said William, getting between both of them. - If he were, he and Brendon would have had a mini-gay a loong time ago. 

- That's a lie. - Said Keltie.
- Not really. - Said Brendon, still facing Jon, with his best "shinning" impression.

- Keltie, darleeeeeng, reporters want to speak to you.- Said William

- not darleeeng, Gillian, i didnt gave you the int...
- it's William.
- whatever. But they love me, what can i do? - Saying that, she got up and left the table.
- COULDNT YOU HAVE CHOSEN BETTER? - Yelled all the musicians that were present to Ryan.
- WAH, SHE WAS THE EASIER! - Ryan hid his head with his hands.

I opened my honey brown eyes and looked into Brendon's dark black ones. We had finally came in from the rain. First thing I did was strip off my black suit vest and shirt. I know what you're thinking. I was soaked and needed to get out of those wet clothes. I had grabbed his hand and laid on his bed. He laid facing me, placing his hands on my hips. A smile graced my lips. I moved closer, so I could lay my head against his. It's just one of those perfect moments. I've learned that you won't get anywhere by being shy.

"Bren, I want to be your boy friend."

The features of his face lit up, "And I want to be yours."

That was all I needed to hear. I brushed my lips against his in a sweet kiss. The feeling of his lips on mine was breath taking. My tongue entered his mouth and got tangled with his. I shyly ran my hands down his chest. He pulled me as close as possible and his hands moved down my back and under my shirt. In my head, this beautiful song plays as we lay pressed against each other, kissing. I'm on cloud nine right now rising above earth into a whole new world. I kissed him with hunger and passion. I kissed like it was my lasy day to live. Brendon made his way on top of me. I slid my hands under his shirt and touched his toned chest. Our tongues were going at it, our lips moving furiously against each other, and all these sensations I'm feeling makes me want to explode and not like that, either. It's almost like anger sex, only better.

Brendon removed his lips from mine and looked at me with those beautiful eyes.

"I cannot believe this is real," escaped my lips.

"Believe it Ry, because I'm not going anywhere." And with those words he crashed his lips back on mine. We just lay on his bed making out and trying to get as close as we could to each other. When we tired out, my lips were swollen and throbbing. But, it felt good. I tangled my hands in his hair and he pulled me against him. I wasn't really tired. An adrenaline rush was pumping through my body and I'm on a major high. There's no way I can go to sleep.

"It took me years to figure out there's a side of me that likes guys. I guess I was waiting for you," I'm not really worried about revealing my deepest thoughts to him because he should be able to see everything in me.

"I always knew I was different. Back in elementary school when you realized that you had crushes, all my friends would be talking about girls and I'd secretly be dreaming of boys. With girls it was never really there for me. But, boys were a major turn-on. I was so attracted. All it took was one hot boy to walk by moving his hips and I would bone."

This was supposed to be a serious conversation, but Brendon has a way of turning everything funny. Not that he can't be serious. I laughed, "Aw poor Bren getting all hot and bothered over the jocks."

He made a face, "Ew no. I always went for the long haired tight pants wearing skater boys. I loved nothing more than dropping my shit and watching them bend over as they pick it up. Their asses looked hot in those tight ass pants."

"Damn Bren, you were a horny fucker."

He pouted, "I can't help it. Boys like you make my jeans go tight."

I kissed the tip of his nose. He could be sweet and sexual at the same time. Only THE Brendon Urie can pull that off.

"Bren, I love how honest you are. You're not scared to tell anything. I keep everything to myself."

He made me look at him, "You don't have to carry that burden alone anymore."

I kissed him again, "I love you, Bren. Being with you is everything."

"I love you Ry. I want to find out what's in your heart and keep it from ever breaking again."

"You're so perfect, just like an angel."

Brendon brought his nose to mine and affectionately nuzzled it. I wonder if he knows how much I love that.

"Bren... that's so sweet the way you do that nose thing. You know, you could probably use that to your adavantage."

He smiled and did it again, "I wouldn't do that to you."

He's got this way with words that makes me wonder why I'm the lyricist. HIs words have this way of reaching inside me, straight to my heart. If only he knew what he does to me. I'm so in love with him. I can't even begin to explain what's going on inside of me.

~Sorry this is shorter then wut u r used 2, but i hope u like it all the same. Chapter title came from Flyleaf. U should check them out. Please Comment <3

WARNING: Huge discriptive boysex scene. If you don't like that then I wouldn't read this one shot because that's pretty much all that this consists of.

  I pushed him up against the wall and nibbled on his ear just how I knew he liked it. His long calloused fingers twisted and tugged at my hair as he let his head fall back. I wasn't too pleased at this, as now I couldn't reach his ear very well thanks to the height difference between us. I settled on his neck and collarbone instead.

  "Urgh" he groaned as I pressed my crotch up against his creating some friction.

  I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his head, getting antsy just wanting to feel those luscious lips on mine. My wish got granted and we were making out ferociously again.

  I let my hands travel south my left one landed on his bony hip, my right started to rub through the material of his tightened jeans.

  "Frank" he breathed almost sliding down the wall but I was already prepared keeping my hand firmly on his hip not allowing him to move anywhere.

  "What about . . ." Groan "Ger- urgh- Gerard" He whispered letting his eyes flutter open a little. I kissed his swollen lips again and smiled.

  "We're over. There's nothing to worry about" I half lied, stopping actions with my hands and tugging on his t-shirt.

  "But if he finds out, he'll be mad" he said lifting his arms and allowing me to pull his t-shirt up his skinny body and over his head. As you can see he didn't seem to be putting up too much of a fight anyway.

  "He doesn't need to find out," I said simply running my hands down his torso resting them on his belt and starting to unbuckle it.

  Mikey was silent for a moment and I knew he was contemplating what we were doing. Before he could argue or say any more on the subject I started pulling his zipper down adding extra pressure than what was needed.

  "Okay" Mikey squeaked as his head fell back against the wall. I smirked as I started shimmying his jeans over his hips and thighs. Before I could go any further Mikey grabbed my shirt and pulled me up level again.

  This was the bit I loved. He got that controlling possessiveness dominance, that he only got during sex and that his brother also had, and he started to take charge.

  He placed his hand on my chest, where my heart was already beating profoundly, and pushed me back towards the bed. The back of my knees hit the hard mattress that the cheap hotel we were in had to offer and Mikey crushed his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. 

  He kicked off his slip on vans and the remainder of his jeans that covered flesh were also discarded untidily on the floor. He took my lips ring in between his teeth and pulled gently.

  Soon his hands had swiftly taken my shirt off and my jeans were in the process of being tugged desperately off of me. He rid me of jeans and pushed me on back on to the bed. I scrambled up a little further for comfort and watched as he climbed onto the bed himself and hovered over me.

  He kissed my lips a few times in sweet kisses his hands gliding down my sides and resting on the waistband of my boxers. His long fingers hooked themselves in and pulled them down agonisingly slow until they were thrown to the floor too.

  He kissed and licked down my tattooed chest and kept on going until reaching his destination. He took me in quickly making me gasp and make fists with the cotton sheets as a wave of pleasure ran over me.

  "Oh dear God . . . " I moaned into the hot anticipated air as Mikey worked his tongue over all the right places.

  He continued to work his magic and made me never want him to stop. I knew him and I knew he would stop and all too soon.

  "Argh Mikey" I said the heat radiating in my cheeks as I got closer and closer to the edge. That was when he pulled away abruptly making the heat disappear from my cheeks before I knew it.

  "Why do you always do that?" I groaned about to reach my hand down and finish the job myself but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head.

  "Because I can and because I don't want this to be over too soon" he purred kissing my lips and slipping his tongue past my teeth and into my mouth so I could taste my own pre-cum.

  I reached over to the bedside table still in that delicious kiss and found what was needed. I broke the kiss and popped the lid on the tube of lube. I squeezed it into the palm of my hand and was about to reach down to spread it onto my own dick only for Mikey to redirect my hand to his own.

  "You're too close already," he said groaning as he directed my hand until he was satisfied.

  I grinned and allowed him to move in between my legs and placed them around his waist making him pressed close against me.

  "Ready?" he asked to which I kissed his lips softly. He cared so much sometimes.

  "Of course I am" I replied. He smiled and entered me slowly.

  Once all the way in he bit down on his lips and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I always watched him when we had sex it turned me on even more. The look on his face made any trace of pain leave my body and I just wanted him to start moving.

  He eventually did and started thrusting into me slowly. It was torture for him and me but we both knew this got the best results in the end. Heat gathered in the crests of my cheeks again as he picked up his speed a little.

  I dug my fingernails into his shoulders surprised I hadn't drawn blood yet. He finally hit that spot inside of me that made me scream in pleasure.

  "Oh holy mother of fuck" I moaned as I arched my back off of the bed and bucked my hips to make him hit that spot again. I saw through my half lidded eyes Mikey manage to open his and moan himself stupid as he thrust harder and faster.

  He hit that spot with each thrust making me a mess of moans, groans and sweat. I didn't even need him to touch me as I came in the next two minutes over both of our stomachs, screaming his name like a cheap whore.

  The muscles that contracted around him made his arms that were holding himself up, shake and he groaned my name over and over before releasing inside of me. We rode out our orgasms half-heartedly before he collapsed on top of me panting and sweaty.

  "Frankie are you really not going back to Gee again like you did last time?" Mikey asked getting his cute little normal un-possessive nature back as he lay with his head and hand on my chest listening to my heart beat.

  "No. I never want to make that mistake again" I half lied.

  Gerard wasn't a mistake but he didn't love me anymore. he had moved on so I decided to as well. I chose the untouchable. I chose the thing I wasn't meant to have. I chose my very own beautiful but forbidden boyfriend.

Ryans POV

The night was chillingly cold. I stood on the street corner getting drenched in the icy rain. It's easier this way, so no one can see my tears and pain. I'm getting soaked to the bone and it feels so good compared to what I'm feeling inside. I'm burning in hell right now. This personal hell of not being able to be with that god given angel in the human form of Brendon Urie. There's a storm of emotions raging inside of me. I only wish the rain would turn into a flood and wash me away so I can't feel anymore. Is it possible for someone to feel all this at once? Will my heart explode and rip my body to shreds? It's mostly my fault. I need some justification. Then, I was blinded by the head lights of Pete's car. I started walking to Pete's car when I heard some wolf whistles behind me. I turned around and saw three guys.

"Hey dudes, he's crying because his boyfriend left him," said one of them.

That made me cry even more.

"Ry, get in the car now," Pete opened the door, I slid in, and slammed the door. Pete hit the gas and we were speeding out of there. I leaned against the window and closed my eyes, my face wet with rain mixed with tears. I heard Pete muttering to himself as he drove. Then, I felt the car come to a stop. I opened my eyes and saw my apartment. Pete got out and opened the door for me. He helped me to the door as best he could. I couldn't help but feel like this should be Brendon. That Brendon should be carrying me in his arms and consoling me. I let out a sob as a visual came to mind. I finally got into the house and onto the couch.

I screamed and kicked until my energy tapered out. Pete came and sat on the couch. He pulled me into his arms and I laid back against him. I cried into his chest enjoying the feeling of his soft hoodie on my wet face.

"Can you tell me what happened?" whispered Pete.

Memories flashed before my eyes and I started to speak, "Well, he came over and since I had been away from him, everything just hit me in the face. I was just fucking attracted to him as hell. He invited me to go with him to that dance club and I took it too far with the dancing. I grinded up against him and then I got really into it. The feeling was so intense. I only felt it for a split second until he pushed me away from him and said all I cared about was getting fucked. I didn't get a chance to tell him how much I love him. I got pissed at myself and then I was sad at the feeling of being without him. That hurt me the worst. He walked out and took my heart with him," I finished my story and hugged Pete as tight as I could.

"Ok Ry, I'm pretty sure I know what happened. You over reacted.I'm going to ask you some questions so you can see what I'm getting at. It hasn't been a week since you admitted that you're bi. So, you've been hit with a bunch of things at once. Does Brendon know you're bi?"

"No, he doesn't. I guess I jumped into things without thinking it through first."

"Bingo! Can you see where that would freak him out? Because you were straight and he knows nothing about what you feel for him. Don't you think it was weird for him when you were all over him? That probably gave him the impression that all you wanted was a quickie on the dance floor. Figured that you were desperate and willing to take it any way you could. Do you get where I'm coming from?"

Realization erupted inside my mind as I digested what Pete had just said. "Yeah, I get it now. I didn't go about it logically. Usually I think too much. This time I didn't think at all. How do I fix it?"

"Communication. Ya'll obviously have a lot to talk about. Like, don't show up on his door step and confess your love. You got to take it a step at a time."

I did not want to hear that. "Well, dammit I want him now."

Pete raised an eye brow, "How bad do you want him?"

"More than anything. I've never wanted something so bad as I want him.If I have to walk in the pouring rain to get to him, I will."

"I'm not letting you get sick by walking. Take my car, you'll get there faster."

I hugged him and went outside. It was still raining outside. I started the engine and drove off to Brendon's. He's the only thing on my mind right as I'm driving. I pulled into his driveway and shut off the car. I ran out of the car and up to his door. I beat on it. He came to the door seconds later with red eyes and still wearing the same clothes. Even with tear stained cheeks, he was still strikingly beautiful. He couldn't have looked better at that moment.

"Ryan, what are you doing here?"

"This," I jumped on him and engrossed our lips in a heart felt wet kiss, as it was still raining. It just made the kiss all that more life changing and beautiful. I could finally feel his lips on mine; there's nothing else in this world like it. And he was kissing back, those deep brown eyes were closed. I licked at his bottom lip with my tongue and forced his body against mine. I then broke the kiss.

"Bren, I came here to tell you that it's not just about me getting some. I care about you more than words can say. I can't tell you, I have to show you. I love you as more than a friend. I've been having an identity crisis for the past two months and I'm bi. I started having all these feelings for you," I looked at him the whole time as I said this.

"I love you, too. I've always sort of liked you, but it's never been this strong."

"I want to be with you so bad, that I can't stand it," I picked up his hand and laced our fingers together. I brought out hands to my heart. "You feel this? This heart beats only for you."

Our entwined hands represent us as one. It represents that I want to be with him. That I want to be so much more than just a friend to him.

END~

hey guys! this is one of my favorite chapters to write. um... it was inspired by Fuel's "Falls On Me" so if you get a chance, look up the lyrics or listen to the song and you'll get an idea of how I got the idea for this chapter. Comments= <3