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Ugly blue make up
By Cat

 


Brendon came into their backstage room and saw Ryan sitting in front of the mirror doing make up. He frowned

“Ross, I've told you so many times already, but I'm gonna repeat it one last time: you… look… terrible… in… blue… make up” - with every word he was making one step closer and while saying `make up' he suddenly flicked Ryan's hand up. Eyeliner made a long black line from outside corner of his eye through the eyebrow ending somewhere behind his fringe.

“Urie, should I kill you or something?” - asked Ryan turning up.

“If you want just go ahead, but… you know what - he lowered his voice to theatrical whisper - then you will have to be the singer, too. And singer with ugly blue make up is much worst than guitarist with ugly blue make up. Think about it” he smiled cheerfully, sat down and started to putting on his socks.

“Don't you know where Spence and Jon are? I wanted to tell them something before the performance but actually I can't remember what was that” he started to stare at the window.

“Oh god, Bden, don't pretend you are thinking - said Ryan, who was just washing his blue eyeshadow off the face - that doesn't suits you.”

“Ha ha, very funny. You'd better tell me where my shoes are…”

“No clue.” When Ryan finished making up he put his lacy shirt on but didn't manage to button it up as he hit upon an idea .

“Hey, Urie, how much time before onstage?” Brendon looked at him amazed

“About hour, don't have to hurry”. Ryan smiled evilly

“So let's check how lead signer looks like in ugly blue make up”.

“Oh, no no no no no, you won't make me to do that” - he said jumping up his chair. Ryan's smile became even more evil.

“Yes, I will, sit here!” - he ordered pointing the chair. “Now!” He couldn't help laughing while Brendon hid his face in hands and muttered

“No, no, Ry, please”

“Yes and shut up!” Ryan took Brendon's hands off his face and slightly pulled him on a chair.

“Now sit and don't move” - he took the eyeliner and started to make friend's eyes up. - Fuck, it's much easier to do it to myself than to anybody else… Don't you even try to wink!”

“I don't!”

“Yes, you do and don't argue with me” - Ryan started to laugh. “I think it could be easier in that way” - he stepped his leg over Brendon's legs and sat astride on his lap. “Don't move!”

For a second Brendon held his breath. Suddenly he could feel a heat overwhelming his body mixed with shivers spreading just from the place where Ryan was gently touching his chin. He crossed his arms on his chest.

“Hey, that's disturbing, you know?” - Ryan pushed Brendon's arms apart. For a while Brendon let them hang down along the chair. Than raised them and crossed behind his neck.

“Stop fidgeting, huh?” - asked Ryan.

“Stop scolding me, huh?” - answered Bden with hoarseness and quickly cleared his throat.

“I'm older” - Ryan stuck his tongue at Brendon. He looks so sexy, and he's so close - thought Brendon watching Ryan's tongue disappearing behind his lips - Oh, fuck, what's wrong with me… This feeling came back quickly as Ryan unconsciously poke the tip of his tongue out, like little boys do when occupied with something really interesting. Brendon was just looking at him feeling the blood flowing faster through his brain. Unintentionally his eyes went lower. God, he's got so tight panties…

“Hey, keep your head up, ok?” Suddenly Brendon's raised arms become numb and don't knowing what better to do with them he rest them on Ryan's hips.

“Oh my god! Spence, come quickly to see something” - said Jon walking into the room. For unknown reason Brendon's face become lightly red, while Ryan just started to laugh. Spencer rushed into the room

“Geeezzz, guys, why didn't you tell us earlier?”

“Oh, it's… it's not what you see… we just… I mean Ryan just…” Brendon stuttered trying to find an excuse while Ryan grinned, cuddle his face up to Brendon's cheek and said with sweet voice

“Don't say we don't look sooo cute” - he said, clearly referring to their fans' comments.

“Yeah, sure - said Jon walking out the door - anyway, we're not gonna disturb you anymore, but please, guys, next time lock the door, ok?”. They could still hear his laugh.

“Okay, done…” said Ryan after a little while straightening up and putting all his pansy shit aside. - I'll get you a mirror” - he said standing up but Brendon held his hips tighter and Ryan sat on his lap again.

“What's going on?” - asked silently and his eyes became two tones darker.

“I don't know” - said Brendon moving his hands up and down Ryan's sides “I just… I don't know…” now he started to run his finger over Ryan's naked chest while the second hand was back on Ryan's hip, but this time under the shirt and Brendon's thumb was stroking gently Ryan's skin.

“Hey, Bden, look at me… Look at me” - he demanded. Brendon obediently raised his face. Ryan took it softly in both hands and slowly pulled it to his face. He didn't kiss Brendon. His lips were just playing with Brandon's, irritating him and turning on. He moaned silently

“Ryan, don't tease me, please…” he could feel Ryan's lips spreading in smile, but he didn't stop. Now he started to lick Brendon's lips, still avoiding real kiss. Suddenly he could feel Brendon's hand on his neck pulling him hardly to his mouth. Brendon slipped his tongue impatiently into Ryan's mouth. Every time they gasped for a breath Brendon pulled Ryan's face closer to his cheek as if he wanted him to stay close and never go away. He could feel his broken breath on his cheek and ear. Then, not breaking the kiss, Ryan stood up. He slightly pushed Brendon away and started to walk towards the door. When he turned he could see fear in Brendon's eyes. He smiled and said

“Jon was right” and then locked the door. He came back to Brendon but this time pulled him to stand up, next started to unbutton his shirt

“It's not fair - he mumbled as Brendon just slid his still unbuttoned shirt down - you're part is definitely easier”. They started to kiss again and Brendon's hands started wandering on Ryan's back, neck, shoulders… Ryan was still dealing with buttons

“Let me help you” said Brendon, smirking, and pulling his shirt over his head. Ryan smiled and lightly pushed Brendon on the couch not breaking the kiss and then laid down on him.

“No way!” he heard and in the same second Brendon rolled them both so that now he was on top. Ryan started to laugh until Brendon closed his lips with the next kiss.

Suddenly they've heard somebody pulling at the handle.

“I can't believe it, Spence, they did it!” - they could have heard Jon's voice.

“You mean what they did?” - asked Spencer.

“Locked the door!” - he made an amazed face and then they both took a look at themselves and started to laugh.

“Bden, I think it's time to break out our little making up, huh?” asked Ryan pushing Brendon away and standing up. Then he went and unlocked the door. Spencer and Jon rushed into the room.

“Guys, don't tell us you did it!” - Jon was looking confused from Ryan to Brendon and back.

“Did what? We didn't do anything…” answered Ryan making one of his most innocent faces.

“Yeah… Anyway it would be nice if you both could spruce yourselves up, 'cause I'd like to remain you that in ten minutes we're going onstage… Bden, your make up is smudged. Why blue? - he asked and frowned. - Anyway, you'd both better hurry”. He started to go out the room but then he stopped, slowly turned away, looked suspiciously at Brendon and Ryan and said

“As far as I remember some time ago you both had your shirts on” - and then he went out. Brendon and Ryan took a look at themselves and started to laugh. Without a word they put their costumes on and in five minutes were ready to go onstage.

When they were walking a corridor to the stage Brandon said

“Actually, don't get me wrong Ryan but… I don't love you” Ryan smiled and said

“I don't love you neither” and not seen by anyone they squeezed their hands tighter.

 

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