Title: Rubber Ring
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17 for serious
Pairing: Shane/Brendon
Warnings: breathplay, bondage, blindfolds, gags, toys, orgasm denial, all the good stuff
Disclaimer: yeah right. disclaimed. Title by The Smiths (and I won't even comment on their awesome cause it's obvious)
A/N: So there are the stories where Shane tops and then there are the ones where Shane tops. This is the latter.
crystalball2020  wanted cockrings, bondage and toys, I wanted pwp and pure evil, this is the result. And yeah, Chronicles. Duh. It's nice to have the guys back.

 

Simply put, Brendon was complete fucking idiot sometimes. He couldn’t even argue the point. Even if he hadn’t wholeheartedly agreed with the assessment, the gag in his mouth would have made it somewhat difficult to express an opinion on the matter. Brendon was pretty sure the last thing Shane was interested in hearing right now was Brendon’s opinion. Well, duh. That gag was a bit of a give-away.

 

The thing about Shane, the one given, golden rule about Shane, was that he really, really hated being played. Shane was a laid-back guy, relaxed, open and generous. The same rules applied to Shane as a top. If you really wanted to piss Shane off, trying to go behind his back on something important was the one sure-fire way to success. Brendon knew all of that, which was where the part of being a complete idiot came in.

 

The point was Brendon wanted Shane to do him raw. He really, really did. While this would have been a big deal to some or even most people, Brendon could have just asked. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell Shane would ever, ever cheat and that went both ways.

 

The part about Brendon being an idiot? He hadn’t thought to just ask. He’d had this whole very elaborate stealthy plan involving not stocking up on condoms and ending up late at night in a hotel room across the country and both of them being horny enough not to care.

 

He couldn’t even believe he’d ever thought he’d get away with this, cause the big flaw in the plan was that he simply could not ever pull off lying to Shane, so when Shane reached for the nightstand and didn’t find he was looking for, Brendon had managed to meet his eyes for about three quarters of a second before blushing furiously.

 

Shane had straddled him and pressed his wrists into the soft fabric of the sheets and it had taken all of a minute before Brendon had started rambling, explaining and apologizing, continuing long past the point where his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up.

 

Shane’s grip around his wrists had gradually tightened to the point of being painful.

 

“Shut up, Brendon.”

 

And yeah, had Shane ever sounded pissed.

 

“Let me get this straight, you really thought I wouldn’t care? That I’d just jump you and pass on whatever fucking disease I might not even know about having? To you, Brendon?”

 

Brendon shook his head weakly.

 

“I wasn’t… I hadn’t thought about that.”

 

Shane let go of Brendon’s wrists, but Brendon at this point didn’t even think of moving.

 

“Okay, first off, I would never, ever do that. Do you understand? I would never, ever do something to put you in danger.”

 

“I know.” Cause Brendon did know. Shane loved him. Shane kept him safe. Always.

 

“Then why, Bren? Why didn’t you just talk to me about this?”

 

“Cause. I thought you maybe wouldn’t want to.” It came out more like a rush of breath then an actual sentence and Shane stilled, staring down at Brendon.

 

“Okay. This is one of those times where you’re being incredibly stupid cause you’re scared I’m getting sick of you?”

 

Brendon nodded, but he turned his head to the side, facing away from Shane. Shane sighed and pushed against Brendon’s jaw with his hand until they were looking at each other again.

 

“I’m not even gonna ask, I think I can take an informed guess what brought this on. We’ll talk about that some other time. For now we should maybe focus on sorting your head out.”

 

It sounded every bit as much a promise as a threat.

 

This, in a nutshell, had been the chain of events leading up to Brendon being tied, gagged and blindfolded on the bed. He couldn’t hear Shane, no movement, no breathing, nothing at all, but Brendon knew Shane wouldn’t even think about leaving Brendon behind like this, so he wasn’t worried.

 

Restraints didn’t freak Brendon out anymore, if anything, they calmed him. He spent so much time being bouncy and energetic that not being able to move had become a strange but powerful comfort zone, a sanctuary where he could just be. He didn’t have to impress or entertain anyone, he didn’t need to do a thing to get attention. He knew Shane’s attention was right there, focused on him, for as long as it would take for Brendon’s breathing to even out, for Brendon’s heart-rate to slow, for Brendon’s muscles to loosen and relax.

 

“Yeah, that’s it”, Shane whispered softly, right next to Brendon’s ear, trailing a hand along Brendon’s neck and down his chest. The touch was light, Shane’s fingers dancing across Brendon’s skin and almost instantly, something in Brendon’s brain exploded with more, anything, omygodrightfuckingnow.

 

Shane laughed softly when Brendon arched into the caress helplessly, throwing his head back into the pillow.

 

“So, so impatient, Bren.” Shane’s hand travelled back up to Brendon’s throat, resting just below his jaw for a moment before he tightened his grip slightly, effectively forcing Brendon’s head back further and making it just that little bit more difficult for Brendon to keep breathing.

 

“So impatient,” Shane repeated with a chuckle when Brendon struggled to get away, get more air. He pressed down harder and Brendon stilled, the darkness behind the blindfold suddenly growing as black spots exploded in Brendon’s eyes.

 

Shane didn’t let go and the black flashed to white, a million tiny stars bursting in time with blood being pumped through throbbing veins.

 

Shane relaxed his hand and leaned forward to kiss Brendon’s neck and Brendon shuddered as he felt the oxygen rushing back into his lungs.   

 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this” Shane mumbled against Brendon’s skin, his breath a hot rush of air before he leaned in even further and sank his teeth into the soft flesh.

 

Brendon screamed. Well, as much as was possible with that stupid gag. It felt like Shane was ripping bite-sized chunks out of his throat and...

 

Shane pulled away, quickly pressing his hand down again and Brendon couldn’t. He couldn’t take more of this, it was too fucking much, too intense…

 

The grip tightened.

 

“Relax, Bren.”

 

Cause yeah, Shane knew just when too fucking much wasn’t nearly enough.

 

This time around, the white stars exploded red and purple and green behind Brendon’s eyes, but he wasn’t struggling. He wasn’t even trying to breathe anymore and just before the black around the edges drowned the multicolour lights, Shane let go again, his hand gently massaging Brendon’s throat before he trailed it down over Brendon’s collarbone and chest.

 

“You really think you aren’t exactly what I want, Bren?”

 

Shane’s fingertips closed around Brendon’s nipples, soft skin getting trapped between sharp nails as Shane twisted and pulled until Brendon arched his back again, trying to meet Shane’s hand, trying to get more. More contact, more pain, more anything.

 

“I’m never gonna get tired of seeing you beg like that,” Shane mumbled with one last fierce tug on Brendon’s nipple before his hands started travelling down again, tracing over Brendon’s stomach and ghosting lower.

 

Without the gag, Brendon would have been begging by now, they both knew it. And while Shane probably had no problem translating the garbled noises Brendon managed to push out, he was most definitely not giving in, keeping his touch light and gentle.

 

“And you’re gonna be begging a hell of a lot more, really, really soon.”

 

Shane’s hands suddenly moved quickly and purposefully and before Brendon had quite got over the fact that there was finally something happening in the way of friction in the right places, he felt the ring tightening around the base of his cock.

 

Shane chuckled softly and Brendon was pretty sure his displeasure had come through loud and clear, gag or no gag.

 

“No, really. Beg, Bren. I meant that.”

 

Shane hadn’t been kidding. He pulled every card out of his sleeve, every single trick in the book of how-to-make-Brendon-Urie-lose-his-fucking-mind. The lot.

 

Brendon felt like there were at least twenty hands on him at any given moment, biting and scratching skin and digging into muscles and soothing sharp burning pain, but at the same time, each sensation was utterly isolated, utterly focused in Brendon’s brain, building and bubbling and exploding, being chased off by the next reaction too quickly to keep track.

 

Brendon couldn’t have not struggled against the soft leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, his body just responded to Shane’s ministrations instinctively, with no part of Brendon’s mind being able to control the movement.

 

“We’re getting there,” Shane observed conversationally, right before pushing a finger into Brendon’s ass without any warning whatsoever and fuck, Brendon died.

 

Shane just giggled quietly.

 

“Fuck, are we ever getting there.”

 

He pulled out and slowly ran his hand over Brendon’s thighs, which was nowhere near fucking enough, not even close. Brendon couldn’t suppress the whimper building somewhere low at the back of his throat.

 

“I take it you want something in you?”

 

If Brendon had had his hands free, there was a good chance he would have punched Shane in the face, cause this was just cruel. As was, he whimpered again while Shane kept caressing his thigh.

 

“I’m not quite getting your meaning here, baby. Speaking with your mouth full and all.”

 

No, seriously. Brendon would have punched him.

 

“Tell me, Bren.”

 

He tried. Knowing full well that nothing he could force out past the rubber ball stretching his lips open resembled human speech, he still tried.

 

“You really aren’t making any sense.”

 

He screamed against that stupid fucking thing in his mouth after that and almost immediately felt something slick and slightly cold pressing against his hole, a different texture and temperature then Shane’s fingers and fuck, most definitely a lot more girth to it, too.

 

“Yeah, I thought you might like this,” Shane mumbled, slowly rotating the whatever, gradually working it in deeper, carefully stretching Brendon. It didn’t hurt, as such, but it felt like a lot to take right then. Also that cock ring wasn’t improving the situation, cause the simple fact here was that Brendon would just implode at some point.

 

“The thing is, it gets a lot better,” Shane whispered and Brendon could hear the expression on his face right then. There was no blindfold in the world that could hide just when Shane was really enjoying himself.

 

While just that tone of voice was enough for Brendon to live happily ever after, the sudden, quick vibration against his prostate that followed that statement killed him, jolting his hips up violently against any sort of better judgement, cause fuck, he couldn’t even begin what this thing was, but he wanted to both marry it and never have it anywhere close to his ass ever again.

 

Shane? Fucking laughed out loud.

 

“Yeah, I figured you might be quite fond of this.”

 

Understatement of the century.

 

“You know, there’s a little button I press and it does different things, too.”

 

Oh. No, really. It did. Boy, did it ever.

 

Pulsing and vibrating and general utterly magical stuff. Also, cock-ring. Brendon was fucking dying here.

 

Very suddenly, he felt Shane’s hands on his face.

 

“I’m gonna take that gag out and I don’t wanna hear so much as a whisper, you understand?”

 

Loud and clear. Brendon didn’t bother nodding his head, and apparently Shane hadn’t expected him to, cause he just removed the strap keeping the small black rubber ball in place.

 

Brendon took a deep shuddering breath and fought for all he was worth to keep the screaming and moaning inside himself while that vibrating thing was still making his life hell.

 

He couldn’t even begin to guess what Shane was actually doing or where he was going with this. He couldn’t even care. He would either run off with this stupid buttplug and have its babies or bury it somewhere in a dark forest where no one could ever find it again. That thing was the incarnation of pure evil. Beyond the utter sensory overload that was happening down south, he almost hadn’t noticed Shane straddling his chest, but he snapped back to something resembling consciousness when he felt the head of Shane’s cock nudging against his lips.

 

“Open your mouth, Bren.”

 

Unfair didn’t begin to cover it, seriously. He had Shane’s cock down his throat, some probably sparkly thing (no, it had to be, cause it really was that awesome) up his ass and there was a stupid cockring that was probably about to make his dick fall off.

 

He moaned around Shane fucking his face, opening his throat and tilting his head back to make the angle easier, allow Shane better access, take him in all the way.

 

Brendon wasn’t all that full of himself, but yeah, he had the blow-job thing down in a way he’d challenge anyone to compete with. He also really, really got off on it, which reminded him of the fact that his own dick was probably turning purple while that scary thing in his ass just kept pulsing away happily. Killing him.

 

Really, had Brendon had any witty thoughts at all, there would have been a bon mot about weapons of ass destruction, but he just couldn’t, so he settled for at least driving Shane nuts right along with him, doing that thing where he hummed and swallowed and flicked his tongue in the way that should have been impossible but wasn’t.

 

“Fuck, Bren.” Yeah, exactly like that. Cause no fucking way he wasn’t gonna drag Shane down with him.

 

He felt Shane’s orgasm building, knowing exactly how the muscles in Shane’s stomach and thighs tensed, how his cock twitched against Brendon’s lips, knowing all the signs as intimately as he knew his own reactions.

 

He wasn’t surprised when Shane pulled out at the very last second, he just kept his head tilted back, expecting the warm, wet sensation of Shane’s come on his face.

 

What he really hadn’t anticipated was Shane ripping the blindfold off him right that second and giving him the kind of look that was just plain cruel with no euphemisms applying.

 

He blinked stupidly as Shane very conscientiously and carefully deposited his sperm into a paper tissue.

 

“Not one fucking word”, Shane warned, which was just in time, cause. What the actual fuck?

 

Brendon watched as Shane climbed off of him and moved across the room to drop the tissue into the waste basket and he was stunned enough that devious vibrating thing attacking his prostate didn’t even penetrate the utter confusion.

 

Shane grabbed the remote control off the nightstand and switched that scary invention off and untied Brendon without saying a word, a not quite smirk playing on his lips as he glanced down at Brendon who probably looked completely idiotic right now.

 

“Move over, babe. I’m not taking the couch.”

 

No, seriously, what the actual fuck?

 

Shane climbed into bed next to him and smiled sweetly.

 

“Questions, Bren?”

 

“Um, I’m. Shane, there’s…” Brendon sorta jerked his head in the general direction of down there, indicating that actually, he was still pretty much dying here and there was a plug in his ass which kinda didn’t feel like it could be easily overlooked.

 

“Oh, that,” Shane’s smile hadn’t faded, but it morphed into something that sent a shiver down Brendon’s spine.

 

“You see, that plug? The way I figure it, you apparently need something up your ass constantly so you don’t go off on those little journeys in your head about me getting sick and tired of you. As for the cock ring… well. No coming without condoms. Good night, Bren.”

 

Brendon didn’t reply. There was absolutely no way he could counter that. Ever.