Lesbians -Ryden-

I ran my fingers though Brendon's soft hair, listening to his snores as he cuddled in towards me, nuzzling his face in my chest. I giggled, kissing his forehead and pulling the covers off. He moaned, opening one eye slightly and pouting.

"Why, Ryan?" he grumbled, letting out a long yawn and running his hands over my chest.

"Why what, honey?"

"Why'd you have to wake me up with cold?" he sniffled, gripping the duvet and pulling it back up. "I was having a nice dream about bunnies or flowers or unicorns or somethin'..." he yawned, pressing his face into my chest and closing his eye again. I pulled the duvet back again, chuckling at his sad expression.

"I was lonely, sweetheart. I need your pretty voice in the morning," I whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek softly. He blushed, smiling childishly into my neck and giggling like a kid in a rabbit enclosure.

"You're sweet, y'know that?" he smiled, kissing my shoulders and gracefully moving his legs around my waist. "So, so sweet..." he whispered, his eyelids fluttering open and shut. I smiled, stroking his chest lightly as he tried to wake himself up properly.

"You're way too precious, love," I breathed, pulling him closer to me. He snuggled closer, pressing his body against mine. He mumbled something into my shoulder, sighing softly. "Mhmm?"

"I said," he mumbled, taking his face out of my shoulder and pressing his forehead against mine, bumping our noses together, "Spence and Jon are gonna get suspicion... I mean-"

"I know, chicken, but I don't wanna worry about that right now..."

"But... look, Panic! broke up like, two years ago, Ryro... if we start going away at the same time each month, they're gonna get together and figure things out..." he sighed, blinking rapidly, his bottom lip quivering slightly. I kissed him gently, wrapping my arms around him, comforting him. He pulled away and buried his face in my neck, sighing sadly. I cooed at him, running my hands up and down his waist. God, he has the curves of a woman. He nuzzled himself closer to me, pouting into my shoulder.

"Sweetheart, stop worrying so much about stuff that hasn't happened yet," I cooed, kissing his hair, "It's not any good for you,"

"Ryro, I... I wanna tell them," he sighed, pulling out of my embrace and onto his back, looking at the ceiling. I wrapped an arm around his waist, kissing up his arms.

"You sure, love? I mean... I'm sure they'd be fine with it, but... wouldn't they be... I don't know, B, they'd probably be fine with it..." I mumbled, rolling onto my back and linking my hand with his.

"Then what's the problem?" he beamed, grinning at the ceiling. I chuckled at his optimism, squeezing his hand tightly.

"There isn't a problem, hun," I smiled, yawning lightly, "Never any problems..."

"That'd be nice... No problems at-oh shit, what am I gonna tell Sarah?" he groaned, biting his lip and looking at me.

"You'll have to tell her the truth... It's not fair for her not to know..."

"But... you know I just proposed, not even a month ago..."

"She's probably a lesbian anyway," I chuckled, straddling him and kissing his chest gently.

"Pfft, don't accuse the women I date of being lesbians..."

"Hun, you have woman curves, the ass of a black woman, and the velvety voice of an entire choir of women. You, Brendon Boyd Urie, attract lesbians." I giggled, squeezing my legs around his waist and smirking at the shocked expression on his face.

"I do not attract lesbians! And anyway, you're topping now?" he smirked. I leaned down, pressing my body on his and kissing his neck playfully.

"I always top," I whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his shoulders to his lips, making him shiver in excitement, "Woman."

"If I'm a woman, what are you, with your lesbian face, lesbian hair, lesbian body, lesbian legs, lesbian-"

"That makes me a lesbian, by the sound of it," I giggled, licking his lips, "So we'll be lesbians together, beautiful," I played with the waistband of his boxers, smirking against his lips as he moaned softly.

"No more sex, Ryro. I'm still aching from last night; I don't want any more bruises..."

"It was only a little bruise... and it's not like I stabbed you or anything, so sex is good."

"Sex is bad if it makes bruises, silly Ryan," he giggled, tugging my hair playfully.

"Sex is always good, Brenny bear,"

"Unless its rape..."

"Well it's still good for one person..."

"...Rapist."

"Not rape if you love it, my AppleBloom," I smirked, squeezing my legs again, making the boy beneath me squirm with delight.

"I'm not a My Little Pony, Ryan."

"I'd ride you any day..."

"Ryan, no more sex. No."

"But I have handcuffs?"

"Rape, rape, rape, rape, RAPE!" he squeaked, giggling childishly as I tickled him, "STOP, RYAN!"

"You gonna let me have sex with you?"

"N-NO, RYAN!" he giggled, squirming under me. I stopped tickling him, watching him pant beneath me. He looked up at me, pouting. "Asshole."

"You know you love me," I smirked, rubbing his chest at a perfect pace. He breathed deeply, smiling dreamily at me? "What?"

"I love you, Ry..."

"I love you too, honey buns," I smiled, patting his ass.

"Don't refer to them as buns. Unless the word 'golden' comes first."

"You always come first, lightweight..."

"I do not! You just have an effect on me..."

"Woman."

"Lesbian."

"I'm in lesbians with you, hun," I smiled, pecking his lips. The sun began to shine through the curtains, making Brendon glow beneath me.

"We should have kids... Like, like cats or something. Or puppies. Or hamsters! We could have baby hamsters! Ryan, let's get baby hamsters and raise them! Oh, they'll be so happy and cute and fluffy, and we can raise them and they'll look after us in our old age when we can't-"

"Brendon!"

"Hmm?"

"I'll get you hamsters if you shush."

"Okey-dokey," he giggled, sitting up and kissing me softly with those pudding lips of his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He pulled away slightly, looking at me with his deep, chocolate brown eyes. "Ryro, honey?"

"What, love?"

"D'you think we could get sheep?"

"No, sweetheart, we aren't Welsh..."

"Chickens?"

"Nope."

"Horses?"

"You already have me to ride," I chuckled, kissing his cheek softly and making him blush.

"Stop being such a sexual lesbian, Ryan."

"You want pancakes?"

"...You're my favorite lesbian, you know?"