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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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Ch6. Facing something I never had to deal with.

Firith's POV

After I hurried out of the shower I lunged for my suitcase trying to find something at least decent to wear in a club.

Hey! I'm supposed to be working! Not clubbing in this tour! But Ryan asked me to go out with him... and I said yes. How could I say no to that face? Especially since he broke up, or something like that, with Brendon?

Which brings me to another issue: the sulking whore sitting on the bed, looking like a large and sad rag doll, sighing and trying to apply make up, even when she smeared it every two seconds rubbing her eyes.

I really didn't know what to say to her, cause I knew what Brendon was doing and I didn't tell her. I should have... but I didn't.

Now I was dragging her to the club just to see if she could distract herself from thinking in that manwhore at least for a night. And get her drunk enough to stop crying in the middle of the night, which was annoying enough.

Kris sighed. "This is hopeless..."

"C'mon..." I sad finally pulling some clothes and falling by her side, getting the jeans on. "That's enough if crying over that bastard."

"What's the point? I still have to look at him every ten minutes. It's not making it any better."

"Well, sadly, it IS your job... You can't afford to lose it."

"I know." She shook her head sadly and tossed the eyeliner away. "Ugh! He's such a stupid, stupid... dog!! Look at me, I'm pathetic..." Kris buried her hands in her curls.

"You're not, you're just hurted." I said rubbing her back. "I can kick him in the balls if you want me to..."

Kris chuckled. "I should have called you after I poured that ice water all over them." Then she burst into giggles. "It would have been worse!"

"I would have LOVED to see that actually!!" I giggled along for a while. "Now, come on..." I picked the eyeliner up and handed it to her again. "Finish making yourself pretty and you'll get some boy tonight while Brendon is miserable and drunk in a corner." She smiled.

"Okay... since you put it THAT way..." Kris chuckled and went back to applying make up while I resumed my dressing up.

I wasn't actually kidding with the miserable, drunk Brendon comment. Cause being insomniac gets you to know a lot of things that people do when they think everyone is asleep. And Brendon wasn't any better than Kris as much as he tried to hide it during the day. But I guess he deserved it... and yes, I'm biased.

A few minutes later we were ready to go and as on cue, there was a knock on the door. It was Ryan, who smiled at us when I opened the door.

""Hey ladies... Are you ready?"

"I am..." I said smiling back and looking at Kris. She sighed.

"I guess I am too." She answered with a half smile.

Ryan smiled widely at us again. "Great! Let's go have some fun, okay?"

"Okay!" I said cheerfully, which was weird enough for me, linking my hand with Ryan. Kris rolled her eyes at me and followed us out of the room.

After a short and silent ride in the van, we arrived to the small club and made our way in, settling in one of the tables and asking for drinks for everyone. We were chatting and drinking for a while, till Ryan pulled my arm away from the table and to the dance floor. It was weird, cause he doesn't really dance, but at least he was trying... and the buzz certainly helped. I eyed Kris on the table, sitting across a quiet Brendon who was nursing maybe his fifth rum. Kris rolled her eyes at him and stood up making way for the bar and I lost sight of her, though I did notice Brendon knock down his glass and get another one before shrugging them off as Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, nudging my nose with his and kissing me deeply.

How the hell did I fall so fast for this one, I don't know... I hated the butterflies in my stomach everytime we were together and being so damn smiley wasn't really my thing. But I couldn't help it. Especially when he told me the "Brendon thing" was over... damn... I wanted to believe this one would work so badly...

Before long we were making out, obviously turned on as the kisses grew eager and needy, Ryan growling in his throat, pulling me even closer. Dammit! I just wanted to get out of there! But I knew I couldn't let things get to far... not yet. So I broke the kiss, leaving us both breathless. Ryan looked at me with those big brown pleading eyes, but before I could say or do anything, Kris squeezed my arm and dragged me away!

Ryan's POV

I raised an eyebrow as Kris dragged Firith away, heading for the bathroom. Or at least I think. After she pulled her away, it seemed as if the crowd opened up and swallowed them whole. With a sigh, I sat back down in the booth and glanced at my best friend.

Brendon sat slumped in his seat, his hands grasping the new glass the waitress sat in front of him sloppily. I felt really bad for what was happening to him, especially when I was so happy. I hadn’t meant for Kris to find out the way she did, and I was actually thinking of telling her… But I didn’t want it to be that way. Maybe if he’d actually had the chance to tell her the truth…

“Bren,” I said, pushing the glass away from him. “I think you should slow down a little.”

He surprised me by snatching the glass back from me and gulping down half the contents. “Why are you so worried about me NOW?” He spat viciously.

“Because I love you, dummy. Even when you’re being a selfish twat. So put that shit away. I’m not muscled enough to carry your drunk ass out of here tonight.” I told him jokingly, pushing the glass away again. He stared at me, with sad eyes, and I felt a horrible tugging at my heart.

“You do?”

I recovered quickly though, giving him the first answer to reach the tip of my tongue. “ Yeah,I care what happened to you… We’re best friends. Right?”

I noticed him bite his lip before lowering his voice to a whisper.”Yeah… Best friends…”

The tugging at my heart’s strings was back. I felt so bad about the pain I was so obviously causing. And if he was just playing on my emotions, he was doing a damn good job at it.

“Bren…Come on.” I said softly, covering his hand with my own unintentionally.

I was shocked by his next action as he swallowed hard and stared at me. He paused, then grabbed my face and kissed me hard and forcefully. My eyes widened and I held my hands on the table awkwardly.

“Bren… I don’t think… this is a good idea…” I mumbled against his mouth. Bren responded by pulling me closer.

“Shhh!” He shushed me, kissing me again and fingering the back of my neck gently. I could barely stand it, and he knows it. I was weak, and let him kiss me, even moaning into the kiss as he continued on my neck.

“Anyone could see us here…” I mumbled.

“Who cares?” He answered. I knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer as he kissed my neck, running his hand down my chest and stomach, only stopping when he reached the top of my jeans.

“Bren…” I grunted. I fought with myself internally. He’d looked so damn sad… I sighed, and gave in. The boy was going to be the death of me. “Okay… fine. Fine. Just… not right here in the open. Okay?” I managed to hiss, brushing his hair from his forehead.

He looked back to me with glazed eyes, his face beaming, and kissed me again gently. He took my hand, and the sea of party-goers opened up again, this time for the two of us, as Brendon led me out the back door and into the parking lot.

I smiled as he pushed me against the wall, and caressed his cheek, just happy to see him smile again. "I haven’t seen you smile like that in days…”

“Well…” He began, caressing my cheek. “I kinda missed you.” I moaned slightly as Bren attacked my neck, fingering the skin underneath my shirt just as the waistband of my jeans as he pressed himself close.

“I’m sorry…” I sighed under his touch, biting down on my lip as I felt him start to harden.

Bren pulled away and fumbled with my jeans, sneaking a hand inside and snickering at my failure to wear undies. “How convenient... but oh well, you never wear them anyways....” He ran his fingers across my length, sucking on the sensitive part of my neck.

“Aww jeez Bren… No fair. You know that’s my…fuck…” I groaned, my knees shaking and hips bucking to his touch. He smiled against my neck and looked at me with a smirk.

“I know that…” He said and fell to his knees. Brendon pulled my pants down just enough to pull my dick out and licked the tip of it, just how I loved it.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned, letting my head hit the hard concrete wall behind me. I moaned as he sucked me lightly, slurping and stroking me quickly. Brendon teased my sack with the tips of his fingers, sucking me even deeper into his throat. “Ughh, fuck! Bren! Fuck!” I whined, moaning loudly, thrusting and pressing my hands against the wall. I closed my eyes and let him suck me, thrusting and grinding my hips, losing all sense of wrong doing and guilt, only knowing that he needed me, and fuck, it felt too good to stop…

I got so into Bren sucking me that I never even heard the door open, or the click of heeled shoes on the pavement approaching us...

Brendon kept sucking, bobbing his head up and down my shaft until he suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and realized me was pulled away… By Firith! I gasped, knowing I’d been caught red-handed with no real explanation. She stepped closer to me and smacked me across the cheek. HARD.

“You’re a fucking asshole! And you both deserve each other!” She screamed at me, turning on her heel to leave, taking a misty eyed glaring Kris with her.

“Fuck!” I said, tucking myself back into my pants and leaning my forehead against the wall.

How the fuck was I going to get out of it this time?
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