Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Wrong Time, Wrong Place
A/N: There is no sex in this chapter. But it's mentioned several times, so... Yeah, that's why it's NC-17. Also, I decided to take this story off hold, cause, well... I do love this story and it was kind of popular... Yeah, I love this story, shut up.
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Conditioning
A month passed and we’d spent almost every night together. I was really starting to enjoy the pain, which scared me. But, honestly, I was really okay with it. The pain wasn’t the worst part though. The word he traced on my chest went from break to something as trivial as pop. I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t know what it meant. That is, until I started to hear the word everywhere. The same went for the song. He started to play two songs every night.
This was called conditioning. All he would need to do would be to say that word and I’d orgasm. It wasn’t good. In fact, it was bad. I frequently had people say things like ‘Can you break a hundred?’ or one of the single most common things people asked for ‘Can I get popcorn?’ It was killing me. I can’t even begin to count the amount of times I’ve had to clean up myself in the bathroom because of those two words. He knew it too. The bastard knew what he was doing.
It was nice though. I was starting to get used to this stable routine. I’d go to his place, we’d get it all over with, I’d say good bye, and leave. That was it. There were absolutely no strings attached. I was satisfied sexually, he was satisfied sadistically. It worked out well.
However, tonight, I’d been invited out with a few friends for a movie night. I needed to let him know that I wasn’t coming over tonight. I just wasn’t entirely sure how to tell him. He’d definitely “punish” me for not going for one night, but oh god, I get tingly at the very thought of his punishments. I’m a sick, sick person. Jesus, I need to be shot. Anyway, I had to find a way to tell him. Chances are, though, he’d show up at the theater.
Brendon’s POV
Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. I needed to see him. The very thought of being away made me twitchy. I was on edge all the time I wasn’t with him. But my father didn’t want me to leave today. I had to see him. I had to be near him. It didn’t matter if he knew I was there. I just needed to be near him. I had grown this disgusting addiction to the boy. There wasn’t a single part of him that I wasn’t absolutely mesmerized by.
The way he screamed made this overwhelming excitement bubble in my chest. I loved the way he squirmed. Oh, the way his hair fell over his face when I slapped him. The way the sweat made his body glisten under the lights of my room. Oh and his blood. The beautiful crimson liquid that came out of the wounds I created on his body. I loved every bit of it. There wasn’t anything that I didn’t enjoy about him. Oh, but my personal favorite was the look on his face when he orgasmed. It was beautiful. It was like a piece of art.
I walked out of my room and down the stairs. My father was passed out on the couch. I grabbed my keys and walked out silently. I had to see him. I got to my car and drove to the theater. I parked and got out, stalking up the steps and in through the main doors. I made my way to the concession stand, bypassing the woman who was asking me for my ticket.
I was about to say his name when I saw him conversing with a guy. Who was this guy? And why were they talking?
“That must have been beautifully entertaining,” Ryan laughed, “I haven’t been on a date in a long time. I miss dating. I mean, really, you can learn so much about a person if you date them.”
“So when was the last time you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?”
He looked exasperated, “I… don’t even know. It’s been a long time though. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t had much time for a significant other…”
“But you only work during the day. You can have your nights for a girl or guy. Come on.”
He sighed, “Yeah, I guess. But I’m busy like all the time.”
“Doing what?”
“Yeah, doing what?” one of the girls bounced over, leaning on his shoulder. It made me sick. I wanted to tear all of them off of my Ryan. He was mine, not theirs. They couldn’t have him. But I couldn’t bring myself to even move. I just stood there.
“Nothing, I’ve just been busy.”
“You got a boytoy on the siiiddde~?” the girl sang into his ear. Ryan just laughed awkwardly and she gasped, “You do! Oh my god, tell me all about him!” she wiggled excitedly, “Like what’s his name?!”
Ryan shook his head, “It’s not like that. Besides, it doesn’t mean anything. He just uses me for his own perverse pleasure,” he turned away from them and then he spotted me and I’m pretty sure my face looked like I was pissed. I was. It doesn’t mean anything? Is that really what he thought? His breath caught in his throat. I turned to leave, but he yelled, “Brendon! Wait!” so I stopped, but I didn’t turn back around. He walked over to me, “Brendon…”
I turned my head to look at him, “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“I… I can’t come over tonight.”
“Good, because I don’t want to see your fucking face anyway,” and I left. I slammed the doors behind me and went to my car. I regretted coming all the way out here. I didn’t even get to see his look of slight horror and excitement at seeing me. All I got to see was that he didn’t care about me, that what we had didn’t mean anything. All of this was just for my perverse pleasure? What about him? I know he gets something out of it all. It pissed me off so much. I couldn’t even believe it all.
Tonight. Oh, tonight, I’d get my revenge. I’d stalk him. Yeah, I’d stalk him and I’d make his night out with his friends a living hell. I’d make him regret ever wanting to spend time away from me. He’d never spend a night away from me again. Never. He’d be mine and only mine. I’d never have to share him again. It was just too bad he had to learn the hard way.
Nighttime came and I left. I knew exactly when he’d get off from his shift. I was rather skilled at hiding myself. Now was no exception. I watched as he came down to his car. The same boy and girl followed him from earlier. I had to resist the urge to get out and run over, gutting them both and showing Ryan just how much this all ’didn’t mean anything’. They all got into the car and Ryan drove off. I waited a few seconds, but then I followed. My windows were darkened so he wouldn’t know it was me.
He parked at some junky diner and got out with his friends. They were all laughing about something. It made my skin crawl. I parked a little far from him and got out of my car. I leaned against the back of it, staring at the diner like it was on fire. Well, maybe the look on my face when I see fire is different from other people. Okay, I had a sadistic smile on my face. I was deciding if I should go inside or not.
I then made my decision as I pushed off the edge of my car. I locked it and put up my hood. I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked into the restaurant. The hostess smiled at me, “Table for one?” I nodded and he led me to the table right behind Ryan’s. I could keep my eye on him. Perfect.
“So that was the guy?” the girl asked, browsing the menu, but peering an eye up at Ryan.
“Yeah… I’m pretty sure I pissed him off. For two reasons. One, I’m not coming tonight and two, I said I didn’t think it meant anything… Or something. I’m not sure what about what I said pissed him off and I don’t really want to ask…”
“Well, maybe it does mean something to him,” and Ryan just laughed at that, but the girl continued, “Think about it though. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you, but maybe he cares about you,” and Ryan laughed harder. She frowned, “Ryan, stop laughing. This isn’t that weird, you know.”
“No, no, I’m…” he gasped for air, “laughing because you don’t know him. He doesn’t care about me. He cares about the way I react. If I had no reactions, he’d toss me out,” he wiped at something on his face. I assumed them to be tears. Was what she said really that funny? “I don’t mean anything to him. I’m just another sex toy for him to play with until he gets tired. So I’m not getting my hopes up for anything.”
That hurt. For some reason, that hurt so much. How could I possibly show him that it does mean something to me? How could I show him that this was more than that to me? The guy spoke up this time, “Well, maybe he just has a weird way of showing he cares about you.”
“No, if he cared about me, he’d take me on a date or do something to show me that he cares. I go over to his house every night. He’s had the opportunity so many times to do anything else, but he doesn’t. Okay, so he might have a weird way of showing that he cares, but trust me, he doesn’t. He knows what he wants and he does it. It’s just all a big game to him. Besides, I’m okay with what we have and so is he. It just doesn’t mean anything to either of us and that’s the way it should be. Anyway, can we talk about something else?”
“Yeah, sure,” the guy nodded. It’s not like it doesn’t mean anything to me, though. I don’t care about him… Not really. Do I? I doubt it. I’ve never cared about anything in my life and I’m not starting with him. But this whole thing means something to me. That’s one thing I know. I don’t know what it means, but I know it means something.
I got up and went over to the other side of the table so my back was facing Ryan. I didn’t want to look at the back of his head anymore. But then I grinned and gestured for the waitress to come over, “Hey there, sweetheart, when do you go on break?” and a smirk spread across my face as I heard Ryan grab the table and gasp.
She blushed, “I go on break in about twenty minutes,” and another gasp as he clenched his hand on the other side of the table where he was sitting.
“Okay, well, I’ll pop on over to the counter over there in twenty minutes,” and another gasp, “to spend your break with you,” I winked and another gasp. She blushed and walked off. I was satisfied.
“Ryan, what’s wrong with you?” the guy asked him. He seemed amused, “You look like you just orgasmed like five times in a row. I mean, it was funny, but are you okay?”
He nodded slowly, “Yeah, I just…” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “I’ll be back in a minute,” he got out of the booth. I got out at the same time and ran right into him, causing my hood to fall. He gasped when he saw me, “You ass!” he slapped me in the chest, “How dare… How much of that conversation did you hear?”
I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him really close before I whispered into his ear, “Enough to know that you aren’t getting away that easily,” and then I slipped my arm around his waist and smiled at his friends, “We’ll be back in a minute,” and I pulled him off to the bathroom. I pushed him inside and locked it.
“Brendon… Please, don’t be angry at me.”
“Don’t be angry at you?” I laughed whole-heartedly, almost falling to my knees at that, “You basically said that none of this means anything to you. None of what we do means anything to you,” I shoved him against the wall, pressing my entire body against his, “I’ll show you just how much it should mean to you,” I growled into the skin on his neck as I grazed my teeth across it.
He gasped and wrapped his arms around me. This punishment was one that he would never forget. Of that, I was sure.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I decided to make it in Brendon's POV so you can see his thought process. The next chapter will be back to Ryan's POV... maybe. I'll see what I'm in the mood for when I write it, haha. Anyway, up a day early. Many of them will probably be updated today cause I have NOTHING to do today. Please rate and review! :)
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Conditioning
A month passed and we’d spent almost every night together. I was really starting to enjoy the pain, which scared me. But, honestly, I was really okay with it. The pain wasn’t the worst part though. The word he traced on my chest went from break to something as trivial as pop. I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t know what it meant. That is, until I started to hear the word everywhere. The same went for the song. He started to play two songs every night.
This was called conditioning. All he would need to do would be to say that word and I’d orgasm. It wasn’t good. In fact, it was bad. I frequently had people say things like ‘Can you break a hundred?’ or one of the single most common things people asked for ‘Can I get popcorn?’ It was killing me. I can’t even begin to count the amount of times I’ve had to clean up myself in the bathroom because of those two words. He knew it too. The bastard knew what he was doing.
It was nice though. I was starting to get used to this stable routine. I’d go to his place, we’d get it all over with, I’d say good bye, and leave. That was it. There were absolutely no strings attached. I was satisfied sexually, he was satisfied sadistically. It worked out well.
However, tonight, I’d been invited out with a few friends for a movie night. I needed to let him know that I wasn’t coming over tonight. I just wasn’t entirely sure how to tell him. He’d definitely “punish” me for not going for one night, but oh god, I get tingly at the very thought of his punishments. I’m a sick, sick person. Jesus, I need to be shot. Anyway, I had to find a way to tell him. Chances are, though, he’d show up at the theater.
Brendon’s POV
Pacing. Pacing. Pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. I needed to see him. The very thought of being away made me twitchy. I was on edge all the time I wasn’t with him. But my father didn’t want me to leave today. I had to see him. I had to be near him. It didn’t matter if he knew I was there. I just needed to be near him. I had grown this disgusting addiction to the boy. There wasn’t a single part of him that I wasn’t absolutely mesmerized by.
The way he screamed made this overwhelming excitement bubble in my chest. I loved the way he squirmed. Oh, the way his hair fell over his face when I slapped him. The way the sweat made his body glisten under the lights of my room. Oh and his blood. The beautiful crimson liquid that came out of the wounds I created on his body. I loved every bit of it. There wasn’t anything that I didn’t enjoy about him. Oh, but my personal favorite was the look on his face when he orgasmed. It was beautiful. It was like a piece of art.
I walked out of my room and down the stairs. My father was passed out on the couch. I grabbed my keys and walked out silently. I had to see him. I got to my car and drove to the theater. I parked and got out, stalking up the steps and in through the main doors. I made my way to the concession stand, bypassing the woman who was asking me for my ticket.
I was about to say his name when I saw him conversing with a guy. Who was this guy? And why were they talking?
“That must have been beautifully entertaining,” Ryan laughed, “I haven’t been on a date in a long time. I miss dating. I mean, really, you can learn so much about a person if you date them.”
“So when was the last time you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?”
He looked exasperated, “I… don’t even know. It’s been a long time though. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t had much time for a significant other…”
“But you only work during the day. You can have your nights for a girl or guy. Come on.”
He sighed, “Yeah, I guess. But I’m busy like all the time.”
“Doing what?”
“Yeah, doing what?” one of the girls bounced over, leaning on his shoulder. It made me sick. I wanted to tear all of them off of my Ryan. He was mine, not theirs. They couldn’t have him. But I couldn’t bring myself to even move. I just stood there.
“Nothing, I’ve just been busy.”
“You got a boytoy on the siiiddde~?” the girl sang into his ear. Ryan just laughed awkwardly and she gasped, “You do! Oh my god, tell me all about him!” she wiggled excitedly, “Like what’s his name?!”
Ryan shook his head, “It’s not like that. Besides, it doesn’t mean anything. He just uses me for his own perverse pleasure,” he turned away from them and then he spotted me and I’m pretty sure my face looked like I was pissed. I was. It doesn’t mean anything? Is that really what he thought? His breath caught in his throat. I turned to leave, but he yelled, “Brendon! Wait!” so I stopped, but I didn’t turn back around. He walked over to me, “Brendon…”
I turned my head to look at him, “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“I… I can’t come over tonight.”
“Good, because I don’t want to see your fucking face anyway,” and I left. I slammed the doors behind me and went to my car. I regretted coming all the way out here. I didn’t even get to see his look of slight horror and excitement at seeing me. All I got to see was that he didn’t care about me, that what we had didn’t mean anything. All of this was just for my perverse pleasure? What about him? I know he gets something out of it all. It pissed me off so much. I couldn’t even believe it all.
Tonight. Oh, tonight, I’d get my revenge. I’d stalk him. Yeah, I’d stalk him and I’d make his night out with his friends a living hell. I’d make him regret ever wanting to spend time away from me. He’d never spend a night away from me again. Never. He’d be mine and only mine. I’d never have to share him again. It was just too bad he had to learn the hard way.
Nighttime came and I left. I knew exactly when he’d get off from his shift. I was rather skilled at hiding myself. Now was no exception. I watched as he came down to his car. The same boy and girl followed him from earlier. I had to resist the urge to get out and run over, gutting them both and showing Ryan just how much this all ’didn’t mean anything’. They all got into the car and Ryan drove off. I waited a few seconds, but then I followed. My windows were darkened so he wouldn’t know it was me.
He parked at some junky diner and got out with his friends. They were all laughing about something. It made my skin crawl. I parked a little far from him and got out of my car. I leaned against the back of it, staring at the diner like it was on fire. Well, maybe the look on my face when I see fire is different from other people. Okay, I had a sadistic smile on my face. I was deciding if I should go inside or not.
I then made my decision as I pushed off the edge of my car. I locked it and put up my hood. I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked into the restaurant. The hostess smiled at me, “Table for one?” I nodded and he led me to the table right behind Ryan’s. I could keep my eye on him. Perfect.
“So that was the guy?” the girl asked, browsing the menu, but peering an eye up at Ryan.
“Yeah… I’m pretty sure I pissed him off. For two reasons. One, I’m not coming tonight and two, I said I didn’t think it meant anything… Or something. I’m not sure what about what I said pissed him off and I don’t really want to ask…”
“Well, maybe it does mean something to him,” and Ryan just laughed at that, but the girl continued, “Think about it though. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you, but maybe he cares about you,” and Ryan laughed harder. She frowned, “Ryan, stop laughing. This isn’t that weird, you know.”
“No, no, I’m…” he gasped for air, “laughing because you don’t know him. He doesn’t care about me. He cares about the way I react. If I had no reactions, he’d toss me out,” he wiped at something on his face. I assumed them to be tears. Was what she said really that funny? “I don’t mean anything to him. I’m just another sex toy for him to play with until he gets tired. So I’m not getting my hopes up for anything.”
That hurt. For some reason, that hurt so much. How could I possibly show him that it does mean something to me? How could I show him that this was more than that to me? The guy spoke up this time, “Well, maybe he just has a weird way of showing he cares about you.”
“No, if he cared about me, he’d take me on a date or do something to show me that he cares. I go over to his house every night. He’s had the opportunity so many times to do anything else, but he doesn’t. Okay, so he might have a weird way of showing that he cares, but trust me, he doesn’t. He knows what he wants and he does it. It’s just all a big game to him. Besides, I’m okay with what we have and so is he. It just doesn’t mean anything to either of us and that’s the way it should be. Anyway, can we talk about something else?”
“Yeah, sure,” the guy nodded. It’s not like it doesn’t mean anything to me, though. I don’t care about him… Not really. Do I? I doubt it. I’ve never cared about anything in my life and I’m not starting with him. But this whole thing means something to me. That’s one thing I know. I don’t know what it means, but I know it means something.
I got up and went over to the other side of the table so my back was facing Ryan. I didn’t want to look at the back of his head anymore. But then I grinned and gestured for the waitress to come over, “Hey there, sweetheart, when do you go on break?” and a smirk spread across my face as I heard Ryan grab the table and gasp.
She blushed, “I go on break in about twenty minutes,” and another gasp as he clenched his hand on the other side of the table where he was sitting.
“Okay, well, I’ll pop on over to the counter over there in twenty minutes,” and another gasp, “to spend your break with you,” I winked and another gasp. She blushed and walked off. I was satisfied.
“Ryan, what’s wrong with you?” the guy asked him. He seemed amused, “You look like you just orgasmed like five times in a row. I mean, it was funny, but are you okay?”
He nodded slowly, “Yeah, I just…” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “I’ll be back in a minute,” he got out of the booth. I got out at the same time and ran right into him, causing my hood to fall. He gasped when he saw me, “You ass!” he slapped me in the chest, “How dare… How much of that conversation did you hear?”
I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him really close before I whispered into his ear, “Enough to know that you aren’t getting away that easily,” and then I slipped my arm around his waist and smiled at his friends, “We’ll be back in a minute,” and I pulled him off to the bathroom. I pushed him inside and locked it.
“Brendon… Please, don’t be angry at me.”
“Don’t be angry at you?” I laughed whole-heartedly, almost falling to my knees at that, “You basically said that none of this means anything to you. None of what we do means anything to you,” I shoved him against the wall, pressing my entire body against his, “I’ll show you just how much it should mean to you,” I growled into the skin on his neck as I grazed my teeth across it.
He gasped and wrapped his arms around me. This punishment was one that he would never forget. Of that, I was sure.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I decided to make it in Brendon's POV so you can see his thought process. The next chapter will be back to Ryan's POV... maybe. I'll see what I'm in the mood for when I write it, haha. Anyway, up a day early. Many of them will probably be updated today cause I have NOTHING to do today. Please rate and review! :)
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