This is Bullshit (50/60)
Title: This is Bullshit (50/60)
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing: Ryden
Rating: R/E
Summary: More Warped Tour fun.
Disclaimer: *sigh*
Author’s Note: This is a co-write. howido_fics is Brendon and Spencer, youbrat is Ryan and Alex. Ryan's pov is blue, Alex's is red, Spencer's is green and Bren's is black.

We've decided to set an ending to this story. Our plan is to make it to chapter 60 and then end it. There is a slight chance that the last chapter number could change, but at this point we intend to end it at 60. We are not setting an ending to this because we don't like the story or anything of the sort. We still love this story and it is still very much our love child and we hope you enjoy what we have still in store for you.





We were making our way to the bus, when I remembered we had no way to get in. I called Alex, since Ryan had both hands occupied with the crutches. I don't know what it was, but something inside me set off like a spark when I watched Ryan making intense eye contact with the lead singer of Bella Morte as we stood in the wings.

Was I jealous? Oh fuck no, it was one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. Luckily I was able to contain my thoughts long enough to walk through the crowd and back to the bus. I punched in the code that Alex gave me, having to recite it over and over so I wouldn't forget it, in turn ruin the moment with needing to call him again.

The door beeped and I opened it, looking around quickly before pulling Ryan up the stairs with me, "Hellooooo," I shouted, quietly waiting for an answer, when none came, I turned around, pulled Ryan into me, and kissed him hard, "I guess it's just you and me," I smirked, my hands immediately going up the back of Ryan's shirt, "Alex said they had to wait at the gate to get pizza...something about the guards giving the delivery dude shit...twenty minutes he said, and the walk back..." I pressed my lips into Ryan's once more, "That gives me plenty of time, what about you?"

Shit, I could probably get off in three minutes. It has been so long....

I shook my head and laughed softly. "Time? Time for what Bren?" Grinning a little, I tried to make my way further onto the bus, I didn't really want to be standing in the doorway, at the top of the steps, and a little wavery on my crutches. Knowing me I'd end up falling backwards down them and then putting myself back into the hospital for another undetermined amount of time. I certainly didn't want that because that would again destroy my summer, although perhaps even more so than the initial accident.

"I'm glad the guys trusted Lex with the code so that we could use their bus. I wouldn't have thought a band would be so trusting like this." I sat down on one of the couches and glanced up at Bren as I let my crutches rest against the couch beside me.

"Just imagine...when you guys are ready you could be touring in a bus like this, or even better than this." I grinned to myself and stretched a little before shifting the cast a little around my leg. Its bad enough to be walking around Vegas on a normal day and a healthy body, its another thing to be walking around in the heat of the day with a huge cast wrapping around your leg. It was hot, sweaty, and itchy. I couldn't wait to get it off.

"I can't wait for that day. I can't wait to go on tour with you guys sometime. I just...whenever you guys are ready. I want you guys to get signed and get to tour, then you can play the main stages! Gah, I'm so hot!" I leaned forward a little and stripped my shirt off, feeling like it had to smell.

A grin spread across my face as I looked down at Ryan, "I can't wait either, but there are other times for that," I nodded, "How can you just sit there in front of me and take off your shirt and expect me to think about anything but your naked," I pressed my leg right up against his cast, "Sweaty," placing an arm on either side of his head, I mumbled, "Sexy," I dipped down, staring into his eyes, "Chest right in front of me?"

Taking his bottom lip into my mouth, I arched my back so I wouldn't topple on him. Moaning into the kiss, I kneaded the rough fabric of the couch behind him, only stopping when I heard some people yelling outside. I looked up and noticed people walking around and freaked slightly, thinking they could see right in at us, "This isn't going to work," I shook my head, looking down at my sexy boyfriend.

"Here," I suggested, pulling him up then grabbing his legs and back to carry him to the back of the bus. Luckily it was clean, and there was somewhat of a bed that stretched across the width of the bus. Laying Ryan down, I smirked at the closed blinds and rotating fan that silently blew straight at us, "Now this is what I am talking about!"

Wanting to continue where we left off, I pulled my shirt over my head and laid down between Ryan's legs. Immediately connecting our lips again, I followed a trail down his jaw and neck to suck on his collarbone, all the while rotating my hips with his, "Fuck I've missed the feel of your skin against mine," I smiled at him, "And do you have any idea how unbelievably hot you look when you are into music? God, I might have come right there, if their set would have lasted a few songs longer."

I chuckled softly beneath him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and let one of my hands sliding into his hair. "That bad, huh?" I smiled again and leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips. "I'll have to remember that for next time we have the chance to go to a show that I'm into and you're not so much into it."

Sighing softly to myself, I pulled Brendon's lips down to mine again. I wasn't sure what it was he was expecting from our time alone in the back of a band's bus, or the fact that we had twenty minutes, tops, to do whatever it is that he wanted to do, but I did have to agree with him, I missed his skin against mine as well, even though we'd slept together without much on, it wasn't the same as having him pressing down against my chest and body.

I bit gently on his lower lip before laying my head back a little and looking up at him with a smile. "So, Bren...here you have me, pressed against the couch beneath you...pretty much at your mercy...whatever do you plan to do with or to me?" I chuckled again softly and slowly slid my hand down along the center of his back. My fingertips fit perfectly into the indent that ran down between his shoulders, I adored that spot on his back, I just loved how my fingers just slid right along the groove.

"Are you going to take advantage of damaged little me?"

Biting his collarbone again, I smirked at him, "I do recall," grinning, I pecked his lips, "I may be frazzle brained sometimes and forget a lot of stuff, but I do remember you saying something about the doctor telling you that you would be ok to be a physical on this weekend..." dipping down, I lapped at his neck, "So," I mumbled against him, "I know time is short, but I'm sure we can make wise of it, and you know, get off..."

I pressed my chest firmly against his for balance while reaching between us, "I'm sure there is no harm in just stroking you. Do you think?" I let what little bangs I was trying to grow out this summer in front of my face and failed miserably. Shaking my head, I tried to get back into sexy mode, palming him through his shorts.

"Is that ok?" I asked, moving my upper body in his hands, "If I just reach in here, and grab a hold of you, and stroke you off?" I felt myself getting harder at just the thought of it. I was hoping he would do the same for me, not that he had too, I was sure it was more than possible that i could come in my own shorts, but I would much rather do it in his hands. That right there would be a lot easier to explain.

I glanced down at his chest in front of me and gulped, swallowing the drool that was forming. He was so beautiful. Hell, he was the complete definition of beautiful, and it still amazed me that this, him, was mine. Only I got to hold him like this. Only I got to stroke him off. Only I got to be inside him while the writhed and arched. Only I got to brush against his prostate. He moaned my name when he came.

My eyes slid closed of their own accord as I felt his hand, albeit through my clothes, but still his hand was where I pretty much had denied him since the accident. Biting into my lower lip, my hand on his back flecked and grabbed onto him, the short nails on my fingers digging just slightly into his skin. After being told by the doctor that I shouldn't exert myself or be sexual and to let my ribs heal, I had somehow managed to turn my mind off and in some ways desensitize myself to sexual things, or at least so I had somehow managed to to convince myself.

All that changed with the touch of his hand to my body though and I could feel myself responding immediately. It had been so long but my body remembered exactly what to do and the response the simple touch of his hand drew from it was almost unbelievable to me. My body immediately arched toward him and I found that my ribs didn't bother me like they had before.

"Bren..." My voice was shakey and my hand in his hair gripped a little harder, a quiet groan sliding off my tongue and between my lips. Pulling his lips up, I crashed mine into his and kissed him hard because my tongue wouldn't seem to work for actually speaking. It seemed to do just fine with kissing though.

Pulling breathless out of the kiss, I looked back up at Brendon and smiled a little. I nodded and pulled his lips against mine again and kissed him again, harder, more passionately. I used my hand on his back to pull his body down more against mine, glad that my ribs gave no protest. I felt it was about time that all the marks and reminders of the accident were gone, even if I was left with the cast, that would be gone soon enough as well.

My eyes crossed as I breathed into his mouth. This was what I had been missing. I loved Ryan to death, and I enjoyed his company. holding him, chatting with him, watching movies with him, eating with him and kissing him, but this, this interaction right here, him, unraveling and unlocking sexually beneath me, that was wait I had missed for nearly a month.

"Fuck Ry," for some reason unknown to me, I felt tears verging my eyes. I pulled back, looked up let out a sigh and licked my lips, then smiled back down at him. "You just..." I attacked his lips again, running my hands down his chest and back to his shorts. I debated whether to just slide my hand in or actually do the work to undo his clothes. I chose the later.

Keeping my mouth on his, only removing it to gasp for air and let out a moan, I popped his button and managed to get his zipper down, over his growing erection. "Do you ever wear underwear?" I teased, nipping at his ear, "What if your shorts fell down?" giggling, I realized that him not wearing underwear was a wonderful wonderful thing when my hand finally made it around his cock.

I gripped him at the base, running my finger over his head, then thumbing his slit. He felt so warm and thick in my hand, amazing and perfect. I pressed my own erection into his cast wanting to feel some sort of friction as my hand trailed down his shaft, trying to spread his precome for more fluid movements.

Groaning, I arched into his hand and touch, arching my body up toward my boyfriend. It felt so unbelievably amazing to have his hand on me and I knew that there was no way I could actually answer his questions about wearing underwear or my pants falling down. The truth was that I rarely wore underwear unless I felt I had to for whatever reason, usually it depended on clothes or where I was going. If I could get away with wearing nothing under my pants then I was certainly going to go without them. And for pants falling down, well, it had happened on occasion, but usually it was Alex's doing.

One of my hands slid down to the small of his back, pulling his body harder against me as I tried to press mien up against his. I wasn't thinking of how it would cause problems for angles and grip or his ability to grip or stroke me. Hell, I wasn't thinking. I was feeling and going with what my body felt.

My head pressed back into the cushion beneath me and I groaned out his name, the 'n' being dragged out because I couldn't help it. You have your sexy assed boyfriend stroking you off and you think coherently enough to stop saying his name while he's stroking and touching you in ways that you hadn't allowed him to in quite a while. I could only speculate on what the sex would turn out to be like with the deprivation for so long.

After not being touched for so long I knew I was not going to last much longer with how he was touching me. My nails dug into his skin, warning him that there wasn't much time before I came.

I smiled down at him, just watching a few seconds before taking advantage of his open neck. Leaning in, I lapped a spot right beside the vein that pounded, helping the oxygen flow to his brain. Moving to the left, I nipped at the said beating line, then followed it up to collar bone, attaching myself there as my hand continued moving.

By now, I was practically humping his leg, my weight rested on my elbow as my mouth ran its way up to his ear, "Fuck Ry, are you going to come for me?" I moaned, licking the shell of his ear, "God I can't wait until this," I gripped him harder, squeezing at the base to signify what I was talking about, "Is inside me. Pounding into me, stretching me, tearing me in half." My own thrusts were getting harder against his cast, "Making me moan like you are right now..."

Pulling back, I nipped at his temple, adjusting my lower body for more friction, more action, more something. I ran my thumb over his slit again, then smirked, "Ry..." I mumbled after finding his ear again, "I want to taste you. I want you to come in my mouth, can you," I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my breath, just thinking of his cock inside me made me almost loose control, "Can you," I gulped, opening my eyes, "Can you do that for me?"

I didn't even give him time to answer when I moved down between his legs. Kneeling, I positioned myself right above his erection, my hand never stopping. Once I was planted firmly into the couch, I undid my own pants, gripping my cock while lowering my mouth to his tip, sucking the head in with one motion.

Gasping at the feeling of Brendon's mouth around me, I cried out his name and couldn't hold on any longer as I let myself go to all the pleasure. My hand gripped hard into his hair as my hips jerked a little and I came hard only moments after he started sucking on me. My fingers twisted a little in his hair, not paying attention to how hard they were twisting the locks or gripping onto them, just knowing I had to cling onto him as I rode out the waves that crashed through me, leaving me gasping and panting beneath him.

I kept my eyes closed, just trying to enjoy the moment and the extremely satisfied and satiated feeling that was taking the place of the waves and tingles of pleasure. It had been far too long since the last time he and I had gotten to do much of anything and it was more than simply a release having the opportunity right then.

I tried to regulate my breathing so I could speak to him, but I couldn't really catch my breath. I wasn't used to getting off and having such pleasure. You wouldn't think that such a long time without sex could make you almost forget, or rather make your body forget how good it could be, and in reality it wasn't even that long, but I somehow had desensitized myself to sexual excitement and pleasure. The 'reminder' that was my boyfriend was needed more than I'd have thought.

When I'd finally captured my breath, I whimpered. "Bren...mmm....Bren...god..."

Still stroking myself, I sat back on my legs, just looking down at him, watching him. Tasting him. There were still remnants of him in and on my mouth. Licking my bottom lip, I leaned down unto his body, pivoting my own so i could still touch myself, "Fuck that was hot," I grinned, pressing my lips to his.

Letting him taste himself, I slipped my tongue into his mouth while taking his left hand and placing it on my erection, my hand over his. My hips thrust into our closed hands as our kiss deepened. I wanted to moan, but it was stuck in my throat. A deep grumbled formed as I breathed through my nose feeling my legs begin to shake. I pulled back, looking into his eyes for a split second, then closing them tight.

My mouth fell open in a silent scream, quickening the pace of both our hands and my own hips while my body convulsed and worked on its own. Ry's name slipped from my lips as I came, managing to move my hand over my tip as he continued stroking my shaft, catching most of the mess before soiling something that I knew I would be too preoccupied to clean up later.

I slumped against him, moaning as I tried to regain my breath, my stomach still knotted and legs slightly trembling. Curling on his chest, I rubbed my head against his chin, moving his jaw so I could place a kiss on his collar bone. Sighing, I linked my hand with his, humming the first tune that came to my head.

I smiled to myself as I held onto Brendon's hand, looking down and smiling to myself as I moved our hands toward my lips. My eyes flicked down to Brendon as my tongue slipped from between my lips and slid over our joined hands. Slowly, keeping my eyes on him, I licked every bit of his come from our hands as my tongue could reach. I loved how he tasted and how I could just sit there and do that and not be embarrassed like I used to think I'd be from something so odd, but so intimate.

When I'd finished cleaning every inch of our hands I turned my attention and my lips to his, kissing him softly and slowly, letting our tongues and lips run together and letting him taste himself in my mouth and on my lips. I loved the whole thought of him tasting himself from me because that was one of the most intimate things I could think of sharing with him. I knew he viewed kissing as pretty much the ultimate in intimacy, add the mixed flavors of both of us, how could it get any more intimate?

Groaning softly into his mouth I slowly pulled away from his lips and smiled at him, tilting my head up to press a quick kiss to his lips before relaxing back and letting my eyes slide closed as I lay there,still feeling that my heartbeat was elevated and I couldn't seem to stop it. I smiled and moved my free hand up and into Brendon's hair and sighing softly in content.

"Mmm...Bren..." I nuzzled against his head and felt that I could fall asleep right there. If it weren't for the fact that we were on someone else's bus, I probably would have just let myself drift off. As it was I was struggling to keep my eyes open. It wouldn't be good if we were walked in on in that position.

"Fuck," I mumbled. Fuck seemed to be the only word in the English language that I could comprehend and say at the moment. But, really, it said everything I wanted to say. Seriously, what else could I have said after my boyfriend did that? There were no words, and I knew there was no way that I could have formed them even if I tried. Every time I was intimate with him, he amazed me more than the last. I wasn't sure how he did it, but I knew he had to teach me.

Licking my lips, I smiled at him, knowing all he wanted to do was let his eyes slip closed and take a nap, but didn't he already take one? Why was he tired? He just sat back while I did all the work. Laughing at the thought, I nudged my nose with his, "You amaze me you know that?" I asked, sharing a chaste kiss, then speaking again, "Every thing you do is amazing to me, I don't know how you do it, but, fuck," all i could do was grin at my beautiful boyfriend.

I stretched a little on top of him, looking around to see the door slightly open. The smell of pizza filtered into the room, my stomach instantly growling. Pizza was here! That only meant one thing, Spencer and Alex were back. Spence's laugh filtering from the front of the bus confirmed my thoughts. Shaking my head, I looked down at Ryan, then squinted in thought, looking back to the ajar door.

"Did we leave the door open or did we close it?" I asked, knowing that I wouldn't have just half assed it, it had to be one or the other. Smiling, I kissed Ryan's bare chest, remembering his shirt was in the front. Well, they at least had to know something was going on.

A/N: Were they walked in on by Spence and Alex or not? You decide and tell us your thoughts!