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Okay. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you to my Beta, Charzie or Cupid as I like to call her XD You've given me so many ideas and this chapter wouldn't be born, and definitely wouldn't be as long as it is without you!
Enjoy, my dirty little friends.

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Brendon was just so incredibly embarrassed. He'd just literally cum in his pants in front of five amazingly hot guys, and now Gabe was just completely indignant because he hadn't faked an orgasm-seriously, what the hell was up with that? You'd think he'd be laughing at Brendon, but he was actually quite hurt. William-well, William looked like he was constipated or maybe just resisting the urge to cum himself. Brendon couldn't resist snickering at the fiercely intense look on William's face as he glared at the floor.
Pete was pretty much too infatuated with Patrick to notice anything-Brendon found this kind of weird, he'd never thought Pete went for the quiet type but whatever. Patrick was... well, too busy admiring Pete's affection to even know what game they were playing-and Brendon was serious, Patrick had just asked Pete where the chess pieces were meant to be, provoking a disgustingly sweet laugh that made Brendon want to either giggle, because it was just so adorable, or puke.

And Ryan... well, Ryan was just staring open mouthed at the droplets of cum that had escaped Brendon's boxers. His tongue kept flicking up and slipping slowly around his lips, and Brendon was half-hard again just thinking about what that tongue could do. Humming to himself, he looked up from Ryan's face to see everyone staring at him? 'Uh, what?' he asked, quickly going red again, wiping at his face to see if there was anything on his cheek. Nope.

'You have to spin the bottle, jackass.' Pete said after a moment of bemused silence. Brendon's cheeks went even redder, if it was possible, and he nodded vehemently. 'Right. Bottle. Yeah.'
Shaking slightly in embarrassment, Brendon murmured 'Truth,' and lightly poked the bottle with his toe. It stumbled up in to the air un-impressively before landing-literally-on William's lap. 'Oh, nice.' the pretty boy commented, while Brendon allowed himself a moment to admire William's features. He was pretty, but more in a girly way than a guy way. Brendon liked that somehow.

'If I said 'Fucking shit, William, your hard dick turns me on so bad I got cum pooling up in my mouth', would you go all cross-eyed, and be like 'I'M GONNA CUM!'?' Brendon asked in a rush, while William stared at him, bemused, and then slowly getting redder and redder.
'Without the cross eyed bit, I think I would.' he nodded seriously, and Brendon suddenly grinned.
'Wiiiiillliaaaam. Your hard dick turns me on sooo bad, I got cum pooling up in my mouth/,' he wailed dramatically. William stiffened for a moment and then exploded in to his pants, far more impressively than Brendon had, he had to admit.

'Oh shit, that's hot.' Patrick gasped before he could help himself. All heads turned to the small boy and beneath his large hat Brendon could see Patrick turn red as he began to stutter. Pete smiled adoringly, patting Patrick's knee. 'My little Tricky is growing up.'
'Oh god,' Gabe gagged in the corner, as William toyed with the bottle. 'Bilvy baby, just spin the bottle before I throw up in to Patrick's hat.'

Pete went purple with rage, while William chuckled, still blushing lightly as he chirped 'Strip,' and spun the bottle, watching it go round and round until it came to rest on Patrick.
'Hat.' William demanded immediately, eager to see his face. Brendon felt curious too, and he raised his head to stare intently at Patrick which, it appeared, everyone else bar Pete was doing too.

Patrick's small fingers, trembling as they went, slowly slipped up to his hat and he pulled it back off his head to reveal scruffy, dirty blond hair falling over serious light blue eyes, an adorable button nose and a trembling lower lip. Pete cooed softly.
'Okay,' Patrick mumbled. 'You guys can stop staring any time now.'
Still red, he muttered 'Dare' and spun the bottle. It came to rest on Gabe who smirked eagerly.
'Hit me with it, Patty.'

Patrick flushed, with anger this time, and Brendon bit back a grin at Gabe's obvious provocation. 'I dare you to give William a blow job and then just as he's about to cum, leave it at that.'
Everyone stared at Patrick again, in astonishment this time. Brendon vaguely remembered that Patrick was taken by Pete, otherwise he'd so be on top of Patrick right now. The kid had a dirty mind. Shit, but Brendon liked it.

Gabe's wicked smirk grew larger. He tore off William's jeans and boxers with no hesitancy, and William's hips bucked up immediately. His dick was in front of Gabe's mouth, and Gabe licked his lips, still smirking as he leaned closer and let his tongue circle William's head. William groaned, head falling back as Gabe reached out and held William's hips down with his hands either side of William's waist, mouth bobbing down to take in half William's length, and then the rest, as William moaned more loudly.

Gabe paused for a second, relaxing his throat before humming around William. Brendon could just imagine what the vibrations would feel like, and he bit back his own groan as his dick jumped to attention in his pants. It didn't go unnoticed by Ryan, who gave him a sexy wink before returning his gaze to Gabe and William, cheeks slightly darker than before.

William was desperately thrusting in to Gabe's mouth now, hips having been released, and Gabe was bobbing his head, that wicked smirk still somehow obvious on his stretched lips. He could feel William's thrusts getting more uneven, and that was when he pulled back, leaving William whining like an injured puppy with sweat drenching his face and tears in his eyes. 'Please,' William whimpered, but Gabe just settled back against the sofa, reaching out to spin the bottle as he chirped; 'Dare!'

It landed almost immediately on Ryan, and Brendon's face lit up, hoping the dare involved him. And Ryan's mouth. And God that was a good mental image.
Unfortunately though, Gabe was starting to move closer to Ryan, smirking. 'I dare you... to try and suck yourself off.'
Brendon almost fainted.

'No.'
'Do it, please?'
'No.'
'it'd be hot.'
'I'd break my back.'
'I'd massage it better.'
'I'd kick your ass.'
'I'll let you touch my ass, just not with your foot.'
'Suck your mom off, bitch.'
'Been there, done that.'

The room was filled with silence for a moment as everyone stared at Gabe, who eventually cracked under pressure and yelled 'Kidding, kidding!'
Ryan snickered, before glancing at Brendon and shrugging. 'I'll strip instead.'
'Pants.'
'Trousers.'
'Deal.'

Ryan sighed slightly, before standing up and unbuckling his belt, tugging down the zips on his jeans and wriggling his hips (it was the hottest sight Brendon had ever seen) to get out of them, leaving them in a pile on Gabe's head. 'Dickwad.'
'Hey, these smell good.' was Gabe's muffled comment as he leaned back against William's chest, and Ryan sat down, clad only in his boxers, shoes and socks. He tugged off his shoes and socks (rather foolishly in Brendon's opinion, now if he had to strip he only had his boxers as an option-not that Brendon was complaining) and threw them at Gabe ('Ow!') before reaching out to the bottle.

'Wait!' Gabe yelled. 'Boxers too.'
Ryan gawped at him. 'You said-'
'Rules,' Pete reminded Ryan. 'You gotta do it.'
Ryan's eyes widened and he scowled. 'That's mean,' he sulked, his entire face going red as a tomato as he stepped clean out of his boxers. Brendon was seriously, seriously just Wow'd right now, Ryan was fucking huge. And erect. And huge!
Mmmmmm.

Once Ryan was over his initial embarrassment he began to ponder the punishments he would give Gabe, as he opened his mouth and said...
'Dare.'
Spinning the bottle as he spoke, Ryan watched eagerly as it came to a stop pointing straight at Pete, who grinned cockily.
'Go ahead, Ryro. Do your worst.'
'My best, you mean.' Ryan shrugged modestly. 'So I dare you to give someone a lap-dance.'
'Okay!' Pete said immediately, turning to face Patrick and starting to push him back on to a chair, but Patrick squeaked and shook his head. 'Not here.'

Pete blinked, and then turned away sulkily, trudging over to Ryan, who went red. 'Wait-no-' but Pete was already pushing Ryan in to a chair, slipping back four feet and starting to sway his hips, placing his fingers on his jeans and pushing them down slowly with his boxers-Brendon's eyes widened-and letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and, being barefoot, was left only in his shirt. He trailed his fingers up his stomach slowly, still swaying his hips, and slipped his shirt over his head. He struggled for a second, and Ryan grinned, but then it was off and he swung it round in his hand before throwing it moodily at Patrick, who bit back a jealous giggle. And Brendon was rather jealous too, but it was incredibly hot. And it wasn't like he had any particular claim to Ryan, or Ryan's really, really aroused dick. Yum. Ryan's aroused dick.

Pete got closer to Ryan, starting to grind down on Ryan's lap. Ryan moaned softly and Pete looked triumphant as he slowly straddled Ryan's naked waist, still grinding down on to him when Ryan finally yelled 'Cave, I cave! Shit-' and then he was cumming over Pete's waist, some of the creamy white cum even hitting Gabe's cheek (Brendon's eyes widened as William leaned over and licked it off). Pete looked at it for a second, before muttering 'ooh' and cumming himself, straight in to Ryan's ass.

'Whoa!' Ryan yelped, tumbling backwards off the chair with his legs in the air so invitingly. Gabe snickered as William sauntered over to help Ryan up, groping at him innocently. 'Okay, off.' Ryan muttered, sitting down beside Brendon again.
Pete just grinned, reaching out for the bottle while Patrick stared eagerly at his naked body, trying to hide it behind a curtain of hair-but if Brendon, who was still rather busy staring at Ryan's naked body-noticed, then of course everyone else would too.

'Okay, I pick truth.' he hummed, blowing the bottle in to action. Unfortunately it only shifted one person to the right-to Brendon. Brendon went red as Ryan grinned evilly. 'If you could fuck-' Brendon's dick twitched- 'anyone in this room, who would you fuck?'
'Uh.' Brendon bit his lip. 'Uh, Gabe!' he said quickly, heart beating so fast he could hear it in his ears, hear the lie in his voice. He hoped nobody noticed, though it was pretty noticeable how much he'd been fucking Ryan's naked body with his eyes and basically ignoring Gabe.

'Liar.' Pete declared. 'Brendon Urie, you must take off all of your clothing below the waist.'
'Wait, what?' Brendon yelled. 'No!'
'Yes.' - Pete
'No.' - Brendon
'Yes.' - Pete
'No.' - Brendon
'No.' - Pete
'Yes.' - Brendon

'Shit,' Brendon swore, as he bent down and pulled off his pants and socks, cheeks shamelessly red. His cum-soaked boxers were immediately thrown at Pete, who shrieked and flicked out with his foot, sending them flying at William, who yelped and flapped his hands, so the boxers came to rest on Ryan's outstretched hand. He lowered his nose and to Brendon's amazement, sniffed, and then moaned under his breath.
'Thank God for lies,' Brendon was so, so sure Ryan said that, as he flopped down next to him, eyes wide.

He'd thought things were hot before, but now, as Mother Urie would put it-'The bath is full, now where is the goddamn water meant to go, Brendon?'