A Method to my Madness [5/5]
Title: A Method to my Madness
Author:
localjoke
Rating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurkingunderthehero
Author Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. This chapter is hot off the press since my loverly beta finished her job early. I'm so proud :'D Lots of crazies in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Brendon felt like everything around him was moving in slow motion as he walked through the police station. Every set of eyes felt like they were focused on him, every word was a comment about him, that he was being falsely accused by the masses and couldn’t stop it. His mind traveled to all of those period movies where people were beheaded and he wondered if this was the modern beheading, the modern epitome of public humiliation. Lieutenant Asher’s heels kicked at his ankles because his feet wouldn’t walk fast enough, he couldn’t make them move any faster and he couldn’t bring himself to try any harder. A man walking to the hangman’s noose wasn’t going to walk as quickly as possible and prison was his noose. That’s when luck came into play; his shoelace managed to slip under his foot and suddenly he was falling to the ground, Lieutenant Asher in tow, and that noose was a few more moments away.
That was, until two feet stopped just a few inches in front of him, then he could feel the noose around his neck. His breathing heavy, body hot, he lifted his head to the person he thought would bring the axe down against his neck – his betrayer. The guy standing before him looked a lot like Ryan, his hair better trimmed and his tank top replaced with a t-shirt and jacket.
“Need some help?” He asked, voice echoing. Brendon thought he’d died. He must have been dead or he must have hit his head too hard in the fall. Ryan didn’t exist.
Suddenly he was being jerked up by someone, figuring Ryan must have been a mirage and now another officer was coming to take him away. Instead he found himself face to face with the man that didn’t exist, the one he almost jumped off of a bridge for, with the same surprised, confused and almost happy look on his face that Brendon knew he had as well.
“Victoria, this is Ryan.” Spencer stated, taking off his sunglasses and nodding to his best friend who was all too entranced with Brendon at the moment. “The same Ryan that claimed his half brother, whom you know as Brendon’s roommate, had created a false persona and ended up having him admitted at Langley Porter for being unstable and schizophrenic.”
“The same Langley Porter that he works at when he’s not at school, the same school that Brendon goes to.” Alex added, earning a nod and a smile from his partner.
While all of this was going on around them, Brendon and Ryan just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. They’d been so convinced they existed, then convinced they didn’t, that it was hard to tell if they were really looking at each other for the first time or if the other person was just a great body double.
“Hi.” Ryan finally spoke, chewing his bottom lip to hide a shy smile.
“Hey.” Brendon smiled, clearing the roughness of his voice. “I kinda almost jumped off a bridge because I didn’t think you were real.”
Victoria got the hint, reaching into her pocket for the keys to the handcuffs and releasing Brendon from them, standing back just to watch them. From the other room Jon heard Brendon’s voice, heading out of the room and into the main area of the precinct to see what was going on. When his eyes caught Brendon and Ryan he smiled, catching Spencer’s gaze which made both of them grin that much more. It was almost like watching a cheesy movie, except this time it wasn’t two dimensional.
Brendon reached up reluctantly, drawing back briefly before his hand was too high. “Can I just. I want to know you’re not. Fake.”
Ryan looked down to Brendon’s hand and then nodded, eyes meeting the others. “Yeah. As long as I can do the same.”
Silently Brendon agreed to the compromise, hand reaching up to touch Ryan’s face as Ryan’s hand did the same to his. Skin had never felt so real, breath had never felt so warm; they took their time just looking one another over as the touched biceps and chins, making sure this was finally real.
Spencer finally cleared his throat. “So hey, guys. Not to ruin your lovefest.” The two broke apart, trying to seem as nonchalant as they could, despite knowing everyone saw what just happened. “But you’re not free to go until we have both of your statements against Gabe so we can finally arrest him for the crimes he’s committed.”
And just like that they were being taken back into that white room for questioning, this time they were together.
It was two months down the line and Brendon and Ryan spent pretty much every day of their lives together, as much as they could. With the lawsuit money they’d won against Gabe and Langley Porter for wrongful imprisonment they’d managed to pay rent on a small studio apartment in the city for a year in advance, deciding that living together was the only option they had. Gabe was convicted of Identity Cloning, Invasion of Privacy and Art Theft of Personal Photographs and sentenced to twelve years in a federal prison, and Spencer and Jon became their closest friends. Jon continued to tell Brendon to appeal and get back into college, but he decided to work as Shane’s apprentice instead – considering his best friend had earned an internship with Vax Productions and was working his way up the food chain – and everything was as close to perfect as it could get. With on exception…
“So, Ry.” Brendon asked, stealing his boyfriend’s attention away from the free movie channels they had this month. “I have a question.”
Ryan turned in Brendon’s arms, giving him a curious look. “And what’s the question?”
“Why haven’t we tried to…you know.”
Ryan’s face flushed. “We’ve been together two months.”
“A year if we count all the time we were supposed to be together.” Brendon said with a cheeky grin, earning a playful glare from Ryan.
“What’s your point?”
Brendon shrugged. “We live together. We have this whole studio to ourselves and we haven’t tried to bang each other yet.”
“Say bang again and you’ll never get any.” Ryan said, this time it was his turn to grin cheekily. “I guess it’s not that time yet.”
Brendon smirked, letting the hand he had rested on Ryan’s hip slide along his abdomen, then down the front of his pants. “Or we can try.”
Ryan opened his mouth to protest but suddenly Brendon’s hand was stroking against the material of his pants, nearly tracing the entirety of his cock through the fabric. “Holy fuck.”
“I knew you’d agree.” Brendon said in a low tone, causing Ryan to shiver. It was new to him but he liked it.
His hips began to rock up against the younger man’s hand asking for more, more, more and Brendon’s hand did as commanded – fingers tracing the forming bulge in Ryan’s pants. A hum of approval was all that slipped from Ryan’s lips as his needy hips began to rock more into the touch, his own hand finding the bulge in his boyfriend’s jeans and teasingly tracing the shape of it. “You get turned on too easy.”
Brendon’s lips curved around the older man’s earlobe and caught it between his teeth, giving it a tug. “You’re the one straining against your fly, asshole.”
Instead of a retort, Ryan turned his head and caught Brendon’s lips in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss while his hand tried to get his jeans unbuttoned in a hurry. Ryan’s veins craved more – more skin, more fingertips, more depth in the kiss. Their lips moved in almost perfect harmony as Ryan sloppily managed to make quick work of Brendon’s jeans, sneaking his hand into his boyfriend’s boxer briefs to wrap his slim fingers around his cock. The younger man hissed with pleasure, pressing more passionately into the kiss as his hips grew needy now, rolling into his boyfriend’s stilled hand and whining for motion.
Ryan pulled back from the kiss, carefully straddling Brendon’s outer thighs and keeping his eyes on Brendon’s face. “I want to watch you fall to pieces.” He said, allowing his hand to firmly tug the younger man’s length.
And as if by some bizarre coincidence there was a knock at the door, causing them to almost push one another away to collect themselves. Hurriedly they straightened themselves back to decent condition, crossing their legs to hide any signs of what they might have been doing previous.
“Come in!” Brendon called.
“Told you.” Ryan retorted at last, earning the middle finger from his boyfriend.
Jon poked his head into the apartment, a cautious look on his face. “Hey, we’re about to have a Transformers Marathon at mine and Spencer’s apartment if you guys want to come over.”
Ryan and Brendon offered their biggest false grins. “Sure, we just have to finish up a few things and we’ll be over.”
“Great. I’ll make more popcorn!” Jon said, slipping back out of the doorway and heading two doors down to where he and Spencer resided.
They both exhaled their relief when they were sure their friend was gone, the awkward air settling around them for a moment.
“So, try again?” Brendon asked, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively at the other man.
“Maybe next time.” Ryan said with a wink, standing to his feet. “But Transformers sounds great right now.”
Author:
localjokeRating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurking
undertheheroAuthor Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. This chapter is hot off the press since my loverly beta finished her job early. I'm so proud :'D Lots of crazies in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Brendon felt like everything around him was moving in slow motion as he walked through the police station. Every set of eyes felt like they were focused on him, every word was a comment about him, that he was being falsely accused by the masses and couldn’t stop it. His mind traveled to all of those period movies where people were beheaded and he wondered if this was the modern beheading, the modern epitome of public humiliation. Lieutenant Asher’s heels kicked at his ankles because his feet wouldn’t walk fast enough, he couldn’t make them move any faster and he couldn’t bring himself to try any harder. A man walking to the hangman’s noose wasn’t going to walk as quickly as possible and prison was his noose. That’s when luck came into play; his shoelace managed to slip under his foot and suddenly he was falling to the ground, Lieutenant Asher in tow, and that noose was a few more moments away.
That was, until two feet stopped just a few inches in front of him, then he could feel the noose around his neck. His breathing heavy, body hot, he lifted his head to the person he thought would bring the axe down against his neck – his betrayer. The guy standing before him looked a lot like Ryan, his hair better trimmed and his tank top replaced with a t-shirt and jacket.
“Need some help?” He asked, voice echoing. Brendon thought he’d died. He must have been dead or he must have hit his head too hard in the fall. Ryan didn’t exist.
Suddenly he was being jerked up by someone, figuring Ryan must have been a mirage and now another officer was coming to take him away. Instead he found himself face to face with the man that didn’t exist, the one he almost jumped off of a bridge for, with the same surprised, confused and almost happy look on his face that Brendon knew he had as well.
“Victoria, this is Ryan.” Spencer stated, taking off his sunglasses and nodding to his best friend who was all too entranced with Brendon at the moment. “The same Ryan that claimed his half brother, whom you know as Brendon’s roommate, had created a false persona and ended up having him admitted at Langley Porter for being unstable and schizophrenic.”
“The same Langley Porter that he works at when he’s not at school, the same school that Brendon goes to.” Alex added, earning a nod and a smile from his partner.
While all of this was going on around them, Brendon and Ryan just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. They’d been so convinced they existed, then convinced they didn’t, that it was hard to tell if they were really looking at each other for the first time or if the other person was just a great body double.
“Hi.” Ryan finally spoke, chewing his bottom lip to hide a shy smile.
“Hey.” Brendon smiled, clearing the roughness of his voice. “I kinda almost jumped off a bridge because I didn’t think you were real.”
Victoria got the hint, reaching into her pocket for the keys to the handcuffs and releasing Brendon from them, standing back just to watch them. From the other room Jon heard Brendon’s voice, heading out of the room and into the main area of the precinct to see what was going on. When his eyes caught Brendon and Ryan he smiled, catching Spencer’s gaze which made both of them grin that much more. It was almost like watching a cheesy movie, except this time it wasn’t two dimensional.
Brendon reached up reluctantly, drawing back briefly before his hand was too high. “Can I just. I want to know you’re not. Fake.”
Ryan looked down to Brendon’s hand and then nodded, eyes meeting the others. “Yeah. As long as I can do the same.”
Silently Brendon agreed to the compromise, hand reaching up to touch Ryan’s face as Ryan’s hand did the same to his. Skin had never felt so real, breath had never felt so warm; they took their time just looking one another over as the touched biceps and chins, making sure this was finally real.
Spencer finally cleared his throat. “So hey, guys. Not to ruin your lovefest.” The two broke apart, trying to seem as nonchalant as they could, despite knowing everyone saw what just happened. “But you’re not free to go until we have both of your statements against Gabe so we can finally arrest him for the crimes he’s committed.”
And just like that they were being taken back into that white room for questioning, this time they were together.
It was two months down the line and Brendon and Ryan spent pretty much every day of their lives together, as much as they could. With the lawsuit money they’d won against Gabe and Langley Porter for wrongful imprisonment they’d managed to pay rent on a small studio apartment in the city for a year in advance, deciding that living together was the only option they had. Gabe was convicted of Identity Cloning, Invasion of Privacy and Art Theft of Personal Photographs and sentenced to twelve years in a federal prison, and Spencer and Jon became their closest friends. Jon continued to tell Brendon to appeal and get back into college, but he decided to work as Shane’s apprentice instead – considering his best friend had earned an internship with Vax Productions and was working his way up the food chain – and everything was as close to perfect as it could get. With on exception…
“So, Ry.” Brendon asked, stealing his boyfriend’s attention away from the free movie channels they had this month. “I have a question.”
Ryan turned in Brendon’s arms, giving him a curious look. “And what’s the question?”
“Why haven’t we tried to…you know.”
Ryan’s face flushed. “We’ve been together two months.”
“A year if we count all the time we were supposed to be together.” Brendon said with a cheeky grin, earning a playful glare from Ryan.
“What’s your point?”
Brendon shrugged. “We live together. We have this whole studio to ourselves and we haven’t tried to bang each other yet.”
“Say bang again and you’ll never get any.” Ryan said, this time it was his turn to grin cheekily. “I guess it’s not that time yet.”
Brendon smirked, letting the hand he had rested on Ryan’s hip slide along his abdomen, then down the front of his pants. “Or we can try.”
Ryan opened his mouth to protest but suddenly Brendon’s hand was stroking against the material of his pants, nearly tracing the entirety of his cock through the fabric. “Holy fuck.”
“I knew you’d agree.” Brendon said in a low tone, causing Ryan to shiver. It was new to him but he liked it.
His hips began to rock up against the younger man’s hand asking for more, more, more and Brendon’s hand did as commanded – fingers tracing the forming bulge in Ryan’s pants. A hum of approval was all that slipped from Ryan’s lips as his needy hips began to rock more into the touch, his own hand finding the bulge in his boyfriend’s jeans and teasingly tracing the shape of it. “You get turned on too easy.”
Brendon’s lips curved around the older man’s earlobe and caught it between his teeth, giving it a tug. “You’re the one straining against your fly, asshole.”
Instead of a retort, Ryan turned his head and caught Brendon’s lips in a feverish, open-mouthed kiss while his hand tried to get his jeans unbuttoned in a hurry. Ryan’s veins craved more – more skin, more fingertips, more depth in the kiss. Their lips moved in almost perfect harmony as Ryan sloppily managed to make quick work of Brendon’s jeans, sneaking his hand into his boyfriend’s boxer briefs to wrap his slim fingers around his cock. The younger man hissed with pleasure, pressing more passionately into the kiss as his hips grew needy now, rolling into his boyfriend’s stilled hand and whining for motion.
Ryan pulled back from the kiss, carefully straddling Brendon’s outer thighs and keeping his eyes on Brendon’s face. “I want to watch you fall to pieces.” He said, allowing his hand to firmly tug the younger man’s length.
And as if by some bizarre coincidence there was a knock at the door, causing them to almost push one another away to collect themselves. Hurriedly they straightened themselves back to decent condition, crossing their legs to hide any signs of what they might have been doing previous.
“Come in!” Brendon called.
“Told you.” Ryan retorted at last, earning the middle finger from his boyfriend.
Jon poked his head into the apartment, a cautious look on his face. “Hey, we’re about to have a Transformers Marathon at mine and Spencer’s apartment if you guys want to come over.”
Ryan and Brendon offered their biggest false grins. “Sure, we just have to finish up a few things and we’ll be over.”
“Great. I’ll make more popcorn!” Jon said, slipping back out of the doorway and heading two doors down to where he and Spencer resided.
They both exhaled their relief when they were sure their friend was gone, the awkward air settling around them for a moment.
“So, try again?” Brendon asked, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively at the other man.
“Maybe next time.” Ryan said with a wink, standing to his feet. “But Transformers sounds great right now.”