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Infatuation	By : Firithfalaswen Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 998 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ch 4: It's something new. Amazing feeling I have for you

Firith's POV

2 weeks.

2 weeks of going out and walk around the venues, have breakfast or lunch, curl up on the couch to watch a movie, hide in his bunk and make out before we nap.

2 weeks of spending all day with him and still hear him with Brendon at night.

Ryan never told me and I never asked. I guess I rather pretend that I don't know than actually face the problem, already aware of the power Brendon had over Ryan.

The worse part though was knowing Brendon was fucking Kris... in more ways than one. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.

Tonight it would be different, tonight is hotel night and even when I'm pairing with Kris and Ryan with Brendon, he already asked me to hang out after the show. And I know Brendon invited Kris to his room for the night.

I entered the hotel room, dropping my laptop on the closest bed. The shower was running, so I assumed Kris was already there getting ready for her night.

Well, I should do the same, right?

For some reason, I smiled to myself as I roamed my suitcase looking for something nice to wear. Maybe was Kris singing badly in the shower or just the funny feeling of the butterflies in my stomach. Damn him for making me feel like I'm 15 again!

Kris' POV

I stepped out of the shower and pulled the shower cap from my hair, letting it fall and brush my shoulders while I glanced into the mirror. I felt more relaxed than I had in months and my face showed it. The last two weeks had been awesome. I never thought I’d ever spend so much time with Brendon. And it wasn’t just sex, which we were having a lot of. He was really fun, and he kept me laughing. That’s always important, a guy with a sense of humor.

As much as I liked him there was no way I was ready to tell him that I really liked him. I mean, why kill the fun while you’re having it right?

As I walked into the room to get dressed, I heard shuffling and bags unzipping and I knew Firith had finally made it in. She and Ryan were spending a lot of time together as well. We were hardly ever all together, and when we were there was always a little tension in the air. I STILL don’t know what that’s all about.

I dressed hurriedly in skimpy underwear set under the ugliest Clandestine hoodie I’d ever seen (borrowed from Brendon) and a pair of tight jeans. One last check of my hair in the mirror and I headed out, freezing when I got in front of Firith and smiling at her…

She smiled back at me and chuckled. “Where did you get that ugly thing?”

I rolled my eyes because you really have to see this sweater to believe it. “Isn’t it hideous? It’s Brendon’s.” I grinned.

She shook her head smiling. “Thought so. Got enough condoms?” She asked with a giggle. I giggled along with her and nodded.

“Yes. I think so. Why? Need a few?” I smirked and giggled again.

Firith threw a pillow at me, laughing and hitting my arm. “Whore! I think I can manage, thanks. You need them more.”

I giggled once more (I’d been doing that endlessly lately), and tossed the pillow back to the bed. “I think I’m enjoying this way too much. I actually found myself eyeing the little fangirls outside the hotel and laughing when they were screaming about how much they loved Brendon.”

She laughed. “Evil!”

I chuckled just as there was a soft knock at our door. “That would be my cue to leave I think. Have fun, and I’ll be looking to hear some dirt in the morning!”

“Go already!” She laughed and I opened the door, letting Ryan in.

“Bye. See you two later.” I smiled and went on my merry way.

Firith's POV

As soon as I saw Ryan I started smiling again. What is it with him, that he always looks adorable?

"Hey! I was about to take a shower." I said holding my bathroom stuff in my arms.

"Oh... well, I can wait, can't I?" He said with a sly smirk.

I smiled even wider. "Yeah... uumm, you can order food in the meantime, or... I don't know... whatever!"

"Okay... You haven't eaten yet?" He asked sitting on the bed, I shook my head as response. He smiled again. "I'll order. You shower."

"Okay!"

I hurried to the bathroom, taking a short shower and coming out quickly in my sweat pants and cute tanktop. Ryan had already ordered french fries, sandwiches and coke. So we settled on the bed eating and watching a random movie, making fun of the stupid predictable plot. Soon enough the tray was on the floor and we were curled up into each other. He was running his fingers lightly on my arm as I snuggled his neck, taking in his scent. I smiled and looked up at him, he looked back.

"Hey."

I giggled. "Hey."

He bit his lip and leaned in slowly, till our lips met and we got tangled in a make out session. But this time no one was interrupting, no one was late, no one was pulling away. Before long I was lying on my back with him on top, kissing heatedly, my hands urgently pulling his shirt off. Ryan threw the shirt away and attacked my neck, caressing my stomach underneath my top and pulling it off. I bit my lip as my breathing got ragged and fast, my arms wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to me, dying to feel his skin against mine. He groaned and pressed against me.

"Are you sure you want to?" I heard him whisper as he sucked my neck and gently kneaded my breasts.

I lifted his head up and stared intently. "What on earth makes you think I don't?"

"Good." Ryan said with a smile, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me greedily and starting to pull my sweatpants down. I took that as a cue to fumble with his jeans, pulling them down as well, underwear flying away in no time. He moaned into the kiss as his hard flesh rubbed against my thigh.

Suddenly, he stopped. "You know what?"

"What?" I asked, panting.

"Condoms..." He breathed out, leaning down to flick his tongue over my nipples. I bit my lip and reached for the nightstand with one hand, knocking the lamp down before finally grabbing a condom and hand it to him.

He knelt on the bed and I shuddered, maybe from the cool air that hit my body or maybe from anticipation as I watched him roll the rubber down himself, biting his lip, his hands slightly shaking. Then he was hovering over me again, kissing hard and his fingers digging my hipbones. I wrapped a leg around his waist, tugging at his hair with one hand while the other scratched his lower back slightly.

Ryan trailed kisses down my neck, nipping my earlobe as he accommodated himself, a low moan escaping his lips. Then he pushed inside of me slowly, making me bite my lip to prevent from being too loud. His hands cupped my ass and raised me a little from the mattress allowing him to thrust in and out with ease, keeping a painfully slow pace. Placing his forehead against mine, he stared at me intently, his open mouth letting out gasps and moans with each movement, thing I was mimicking.

"Go faster." I whispered, bucking my hips up to him. Ryan complied, kissing me hard and increasing the pace, going harder, reaching deeper, making me sink my nails on his back, fearing I would break in half.

How long we were at it, I don't know. All I remember is the salty taste of his sweat, the heat radiating from his skin, his long fingers grazing my body, his hipbones bruising my thighs, his breath falling on my neck, his lips devouring me, his eyes drilling mine. Our nearly frenetic pace driving both of us closer and closer to the edge, my nails leaving red trails on his shoulders. I felt numb and blinded when my orgasm hit me, crushing me so hard that I choked on the feeling, like I could hardly breathe. I heard my name falling from his lips half a second later and right before we shared one last heated kiss, riding the last of the feeling away.

Ryan just laid there on my heaving chest trying to catch his breath, looking absolutely gorgeous. For some reason it made me think of Brendon. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I thinking of them being together right now, when I have him naked, on top of me, his sweat stuck in my skin? But I couldn't help it, watching him there just made think of all the times Brendon had seen him like this, being in my position. I stroked Ryan's hair making him smile and look up.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly. He chuckled.

"I feel...like I wish the night were longer. I'd want to stay just like this." Ryan snuggled even further on my neck. I sighed trying to swallow the question stuck in my throat.

"Does-- Does it feel..." Gulp. "...better than...him?" I closed my eyes, kinda waiting for him to yell and run out or I don't know... just something catastrophic that ruined everything. I bit my lip as I felt him lift up, but he didn't leave so I looked at him. Ryan kissed my cheek and nodded, going back to his place on my neck and sighing.

"Because I really like you. I told you. I wouldn't play games with you."

I bit my lip again. "Then why are you still with him?"

He raised again, leaning on his elbow and looking at me. "I'm not with him..." He said with a little smile. "Aren't I with you? All the time lately?"

I sighed. "Not at night... I can hear you both... I'm insomniac, remember?" He sighed now and looked down.

"Firith...I'm... I don't want to hurt him. I feel like... like he needs me."

I nodded and bit my lip harder, gathering strength to say what came next. "Then... maybe..." I sat up on the bed and looked at him. "You should just be with him." I covered myself with the sheet and started reaching for my clothes.

"I don't want him!" He nearly yelled, sitting on the bed.

"You told me that if we tried anything, the Brendon thing was over. But it looks like you can't do it." I spoke not looking at him, cause I knew I'd break if I did. Instead I focused on getting dressed again. He got up too and stood infront of me.

"I'll end it. I swear! Is that what you want to hear?" I looked up into his eyes, part of me wanting to believe him so bad.

"No... I wanna see you do it. But if you decide to stay with him, it's okay too." I put my shirt on, breaking eye contact and walked looking for my pants.

"I told you... I want you. I do..." He said again blocking my way, this time struggling to pull his boxers up. "I do..." He repeated, stroking my cheek.

The part of me that was scared yielded against the part that wanted to believe him and I gave in. I leaned close and kissed him softly, leading him back to bed. With no other words exchanged, we snuggled into each other. I held him tight against me, fearing he would leave before I woke up, but his just as eager embrace calmed me down enough to finally allow me to sleep.

Kris' POV

I was nervous as always when I reached Brendon’s door. I knocked slowly. Then realized It was barely audible. He heard it though, and opened the door with a smile.

I melted.

“Hello There… Come on in. I ordered a few things, I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled at me again, and I noticed he had grilled cheese sandwiches and drinks waiting for us. I raised my eyebrow in a playful fashion and smiles at him. I couldn’t help it.

“Do you always take such good care of your conquests?” I asked amusement in my tone.

He laughed and shrugged. “Why not take care of them? You make it sound like I’m a gigolo or something.”

“Because you just admitted to having conquests!” I giggled and sat near him. He rolled his eyes.

“I bet you do too… Walking around, looking all hot and sexy…”

He smiled, and I bit my lip, completely entranced by it. “Oh my God. No. I’m innocent.” I giggled. “And let’s not go there Mr. ‘Hey, look at my lips, they’re all kissable and shit’” He laughed and poked his lips out into a pout, trying to see them. What an adorable nerd. I giggled. “See? Do you plan this adorableness?” I gazed at his mouth, unable to contain myself any longer and kissed his lips lightly. He smiled and kissed me back, lightly fingering the back of my neck.

That was all it took. Well… So much for snacking.

My arms automatically went up and around his neck as our kiss got deeper.

I whimpered his name when he pulled, or more like yanked me into his lap. So he wanted it a little rough, did he? I straddled him and immediately started grinding down hard, rocking against his crotch and pressing my chest to his.

Brendon licked my neck, and sucked in the secret spot there he’d discovered made me crazy. He grabbed the zipper on my (his) hoodie and yanked it down, revealing the barely there demi bra I’d squeezed my boobs into just for him.

I smirked at the expression on his face. “See something you like, boss?”

“Oh, do I?” He smirked and leaned forward, licking near the edges of the bra. He slid the hoodie down my shoulders, and then completely off, flinging it to the floor. “This seems painful…” He smirked again, reaching to unclasp my bra.

I bit my lip and arched toward him, waiting for his warm hands touch. “Not as painful as those jeans look down here…” I said, running my hand down his stomach, stopping right above the waist of his pants.

He groaned, making me smile down at him. “You have no idea… Help?” He pouted and I was all over him.

“You got it baby.” I whispered, undoing the button and bringing down the zipper. When I’d successfully gotten him loose, I eased my hand inside, rubbing against his cock. He was hard as concrete already. I bit my lip to hold my own moan and started moving my hand up and down slowly.

He groaned in response and tossed his head back, his teeth digging into his bottom lip while thrusting into my hand. “Tease…”

I smirked and pushed his pants over his hips and down his legs, letting them fall to his ankles before moving in. He sighed heavily when I licked the tip of his dick, savoring the salty taste of his precum before letting my mouth engulf him completely. He grumbled my name, and I moaned around his length, sucking him slow and steadily, determined to bring him over the edge before he fucked me. I swirled my tongue around, sucking him harder, then soft, trying to keep control as he bucked his hips wildly beneath me.

“Shit!” He cursed and gently nudged me off of him.

“What? Why did you stop?” I asked, breathily.

Brendon didn’t answer. He moved his hands over my shoulders and down my chest, cupping my breasts and rubbing his fingertips over the nipples. I kept my eyes open as he resumed undressing me, lifting each leg and removing my jeans and panties. He took my hand and pulled me over him as he lay back on the bed. I smiled and got set to straddle his hips, but he blocked my way. He shook his head and made a circular spin motion with his finger.

“Turn around…” He said, speaking seductively.

I shivered and turned, and Brendon grabbed my hips, adjusting me so my lower half hovered above his face. I bit back a moan as he guided me to his waiting tongue. He flicked and licked, nuzzling my sensitive nub with the tip of his nose and it felt so damn good I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing… Until I opened my eyes and saw the engorged muscle before me. Brendon cursed as I pulled his dick back into my mouth, sucking hard right from the start. I felt his breath hitch against the slickness of my skin and he began to thrust slowly.

“Fuck, Baby!” I moaned as he spread my lips and started sucking me.

I sucked, he licked, I moaned, he hissed until our orgasms claimed us at the same time, leaving me breathless, but definitely up for another round. I heard him giggle and I did too.

And then he asked me if I was tired. “No.” I said weakly, knees still trembling.

“Good.” He growled and pulled me by the hips from behind.

I moaned deeply as he sucked and nipped at the back of my neck playfully, and I felt his cock rise against my ass the more I wiggled. He used his hand to speed up the process, stroking himself with one hand, kneading my breast with the other. He cursed and grunted my name again, so I pushed back, inviting him to my entrance.

He paused, and I knew he was slipping the condom over his erection. I wished silently he would hurry. I wanted so much to feel him inside me again. In fact, I’d been looking forward to it all day. Good fuck, I knew this was just supposed to be about sex, but I found myself getting sucked deeper and deeper. I didn’t even look at any other guy the same way after I’d been with Brendon. And that, in the long run, would only get me hurt.

He entered swift and anxiously, gripping my hips and pulling me back on him. We kept going like that, rough and steady, until he whispered he was coming into my ear, sucking hard on my earlobe. I panted and moaned, thrusting myself against him as hard as I could. I whimpered and shuddered, coming fiercely just before Bren reached his peak.

I stayed completely still when we were done, Brendon still hovering over my back, the only sounds in the room were of us catching our breath and the gentle hum of the air conditioner working double time to cool our sweaty bodies.

He leaned over and lapped the sweat from the back of my neck, and I moaned softly. “Wow…”

“Yeah, holy fuck…” I breathed deeply, lying down flat on the bed. Brendon giggled and moved off of me, taking the warmth of his body with him.

“Sorry… Didn’t mean to crush you.” He said, kissing my shoulder. He was driving me crazy and he didn’t even know it. I buried my head into the pillow.

“It’s okay… Just… catching my breath.”

He laughed and hugged me close, turning my face to his and kissing me sweetly. I kissed him back hard, letting our tongues meet and explore. That was the moment I knew he had me. I’d do whatever he wanted me to without a second thought. And it scared me. We were only fuck buddies anyway, right?

“You know what? Maybe… maybe I should go.” I said to him, pulling away.

He gave me a shocked look. “But…but why?”

“Oh, I don’t know… Isn’t that what usually happens?”

He looked at me confused. Fuck, he’s so damn cute. “Why? No… I…”He smiled sweetly again. “I want you to stay.”

I must have lit up at the moment. I turned over and smiled back at him. “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

He kissed me, the smile never leaving his face, and pulled me to his chest. I held in a blissful sigh and snuggled up to him until I was comfortable. “Night, Bren.”

He cuddled with me, securing the blankets over both of us and whispered, “Night, Angel.”
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