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Ryan couldn't resist going to the show. He'd told Gerard that he'd be at the second night of the Black Parade tour in Vegas because he would be out of town for the first. He smiled to himself as security let him pass. Sometimes being part of the music circuit had its perks. He'd timed his arrival for the back half of the set so he'd be able to avoid being seen by any of the band.
Gerard may have been overdoing his routine a bit tonight. He had a good reason to. Ryan had promised he would be there the first night. He'd caught sight of Brendon, Spencer and Jon already. They were enjoying the show from the club level. Brendon did look a bit intoxicated. Gerard knew these were the last few days before their summer tour to promote the new album they'd released two months ago. Ryan should be here practicing with his band, not gallivanting off somewhere.
So, because he was extremely sexually frustrated at this turn of events, he took it out on Ray and Frankie and the audience. He played up every move, shaking his hips with a flourish. He would run his hand through Ray and Frankie's hair. He got right up in Frankie's face a few times, too. The audience was eating it up, and despite his frustration, he was actually enjoying himself.
Ryan made it backstage just in time to see Gerard strut up to Frank and run his hand through the other's hair, getting a little too close for Ryan. Or at least he thought it would have been. Ryan was surprised that in all actuality, seeing Gerard get worked up on stage like that was hot. Ryan leaned against the wall, watching intently.
Gerard had shared his microphone with Frank during Vampires Will Never Hurt You and they had head banged together. He sang to Frank and Frank grinned at him, giggling as he sang and played along. As they launched into Give 'Em Hell Kid, he glanced at the side of the stage and saw the object of his frustration leaned against the wall watching him intently. He caught Ryan's eye and grinned before screaming the opening lyrics into the microphone. He worked the crowd now, moving his leg in time to the music.
Ryan couldn't take his eyes off Gerard. He was so distracted he hadn't realized Gerard would be able to see him until it was too late. When Ryan saw him grin, he folded his arms in protest at the way he'd been acting on stage. He tried his best to look annoyed, but he wasn't convinced it appeared genuine.
Gerard watched him trying to look aggravated, but he failed miserably. Besides, shouldn’t Gerard be the one who was irritated? Ryan lied and now he was trying to look like it was Gerard’s fault.
Before they played their last song, Gerard talked to the crowd about one of his favorite bands being from Vegas and they'd recently released an album. He was pretty sure most of the audience, and probably most of his band, thought he was talking about The Killers. And sure, maybe he was talking about them some, but he kept glancing over at Ryan. He swore he heard Brendon scream “Panic!” at one point. He had to hide his grin behind the microphone. He looked at Ray and they began the opening to Helena.
Ryan watched Gerard pick up the start and couldn't help notice that somehow a hole had appeared in the top inside seam of the leg of Gerard's jeans. He became acutely aware of how hot it had suddenly become backstage and more importantly just how uncomfortable his jeans were becoming. Ryan swore under his breath when Gerard did that thing with his hips that he knew drove Ryan mad.
As they finished their final song, Ryan took a moment to debate what to do. He finally decided, stepping back from his place by the side of the stage and rushing along to Gerard's dressing room. Luckily he had one to himself in the venue. Ryan slipped into the room and stood with his back against the wall next to the door, lying in wait for an unsuspecting Gerard.
The band bowed to the crowd and came off the stage sweating and happy. Gerard looked around back stage, searching for Ryan. Instead, he was rushed by Brendon, who nearly leapt into his arms. “Gee! You guys were awesome! You were totally on tonight. Man, if I were a betting man…”
Gerard blushed and quickly shut Brendon up with a quick kiss before running a hand through his sweat soaked hair. He giggled and looked at Spencer and Jon. “Thanks for coming, guys. I know you have lots to do with your tour starting soon.”
“Everyone needs a break now and then,” Jon said.
“Yeah, even Ryan, so I understand. He left you tonight to come by yourselves?” Gerard was bouncing from foot to foot. He had to find Ryan.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Said he had something he absolutely had to do today and couldn’t come tonight, but he promised he’d be here tomorrow.”
“That’s nice. Um, if you’ll excuse me, uh, I need to go to my dressing room. I’m terribly sweaty and probably smell awful.”
“It’s not that bad,” Brendon said, sliding up next to him and cupping Gerard’s ass.
Gerard jumped and moved away from Brendon. “Well, I’ll feel better after a shower. Post party is up in our suite. You guys are invited of course.” He smiled and waved as he quickly made his way towards the dressing rooms.
Ryan was beginning to wonder where Gerard was. He was getting impatient, especially because every time he closed his eyes, Ryan was confronted with the image of the object of his affections running his hand from his thigh up to his stomach, lifting his shirt while he sang. His jeans were feeling incredibly tight now and he was beginning to want to relieve the tension building in him, whether Gerard was there or not.
He allowed himself a satisfied smirk at the thought of how Gerard would react if he walked into the dressing room to find him naked on the sofa, jacking off to the thought of what he wanted to do to Gerard. He was almost to the point of making that a reality when he heard a noise just outside the door.
Gerard expertly dodged everyone, from his band mates to fans, telling them he would be back soon, and dashed to his private dressing room. He paused before the door, wondering if perhaps Ryan was lying in wait for him. That would be an awesome surprise if he was. His mind wandered until he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and Dewees congratulated him on a great show. He grinned and thanked him as he grabbed the handle of the door before him.
He debated briefly on how to open the door and settled for pushing it open with a flourish. The breeze it caused disturbed his hair slightly, making it fall into his face. He tried to blow it away, but failed miserably.
Once Gerard had stepped into the room, Ryan slid up behind him while catching the door with his foot and closing it. Ryan snaked his right arm around Gerard's waist, his hand running to the other's crotch, massaging him gently. Locking the door with his left hand, Ryan then swept back Gerard's hair from his neck, slowly licking the beads of sweat from his skin.
Gerard couldn't stop the dirty moan that escaped his throat when he felt a long fingered hand caressing his junk and a warm tongue sliding across his neck. "Motherfucker," he murmured as he covered the hand on his crotch with his own, forcing Ryan to squeeze his steadily hardening cock. His head dropped forward to expose more of his neck to the younger man. He could feel his eyes wanting to roll back in his head and accept everything. But no, he had to at least tell him how he felt.
"You fucking ditch me the one night I have to spend with you then waltz back in here like some smug motherfucker who thinks he can get what he wants?" He nudged Ryan's head off his neck with his shoulder then turned enough to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. "Well, you might be right."
Ryan couldn't help rolling his hips against Gerard's ass when Gerard's hand covered his own. He'd been waiting so long to get his hands, and frankly any other part of his body, on Gerard he hadn't been sure he'd be able to resist screwing him as soon as he walked through the door.
Gerard's kiss was almost enough to push Ryan to breaking point, but the attitude that accompanied it made Ryan want to not make it too easy for him. Ryan returned the kiss with fervor before pulling back slightly, smirking against Gerard's lips. "So this is what you get up to when I'm not around? I saw you up there Gee, acting like a slut." Ryan's free hand slipped down to Gerard's ass, squeezing it possessively. "You know how I feel about that." His tone was that of slight admonishment.
Gerard giggled in a most unmanly-like manner, pushing his ass back against Ryan's hand. "Yeah, you love it. I've seen the looks you give Brendon when he's doing the same thing. Where do you think he learned it?" He smirked, turning to face him and cocking his hip to the side. He took the hand that was between them and moved it around to join Ryan's other hand on his ass. Then he put his hands on Ryan's hips and pulled them flush against his. He moaned as he felt Ryan's heat and obvious hardness rub against him.
Ryan both hated and loved the way Gerard's words affected him. He felt a small flare of jealousy in his stomach, which only made him want Gerard even more. Despite his determination to make Gerard wait, Ryan couldn't help letting out a small groan as their hips made contact. He could feel how hard Gerard was through their jeans. Not able to contain his need any longer, he slipped his hands down the back of Gerard's pants, groping his ass as he ran his tongue along Gerard's bottom lip.
Gerard readily opened his mouth to the younger man, sliding his tongue along his and tasting deep in his mouth. His fingers gripped his hips tightly, digging into the skin and leaving little half-moons from his fingernails. He moaned into his mouth then pulled back for air. "Fuck, I need you so bad, Ry. Like now."
He allowed a triumphant smile to cross his features before kissing along Gerard's jaw line. Ryan started to grind his hips as he leaned in towards Gerard's ear, whispering in a husking tone, "I can tell, but the question is do you deserve it, Gee. After all, you have been rather naughty tonight." Ryan licked his lips before nibbling gently at his ear.
A shudder went through Gerard and he whimpered as his knees tried to give way. "I like being naughty. You like me being naughty."
Ryan felt the shift in Gerard's weight and lost the last of his self-control when he heard a whimper escape his lips. "You might have a point there." He started to walk the other man backwards, slowly edging towards the couch. "I suppose that means what you really deserve is a reward?" Ryan took a step back away from Gerard when he felt him stop against the front of the couch. He smirked as he placed a hand firmly on Gerard's chest and pushed him down to sit.
He fell back onto the couch, looking up at Ryan with his own smirk. "Yes, a reward is exactly what I deserve." He sat with his legs open and Ryan standing between them. He reached up and grabbed Ryan's belt buckle, pulling him towards him.
Ryan allowed himself to be pulled forward but placed his left hand against the wall behind the couch to support himself above Gerard. He brought his right hand to Gerard's chin, tilting his face up towards him. "So tell me, Gee. What exactly would you like for your reward?" Ryan raised his eyebrow before leaning in and kissing him deeply with a hint of longing.
Well fuck.
Gerard whined into the kiss, lifting his hips up and towards Ryan, trying to get some kind of contact or friction. His hands frantically started working on Ryan's belt, button and zipper. He shoved a hand into his pants and wrapped around his cock, stroking long and slow.
The moment Ryan felt Gerard's hand on his cock he broke the kiss, throwing his head back as he let out a throaty moan. He couldn't stop himself from leaning his hips further in towards Gerard, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him, all thoughts of teasing gone from his head.
Gerard chuckled darkly. "Oh, I think you want this as much as I do." His hand tightened around him and pulled up to the tip, running his thumb over the head like he did to the microphone every night. He ran his tongue from the hollow of Ryan's throat up to his ear. "The problem is," he whispered, "there are too many people in my room upstairs." He nibbled lightly on his lobe.
Ryan's legs finally gave way and he had no choice but to drop, his knees coming to rest either side of Gerard's hips. A shiver ran down his spine when Gerard whispered in his ear, but he knew as much as he would love to fuck him senseless right here, Gerard had a point. Ryan turned his head, whispering back. "You know what I really want right now is to suck your cock and make you scream." He let his words hang for a moment before continuing. "But you're right; I think we need to get you out of here before I change my mind."
Gerard growled at the thought of Ryan going down on him. Fuck, that had to happen sometime before sound check tomorrow. At least once. Preferably many times. "So, I think we may have wasted enough time here so everyone has gone upstairs, but not long enough that anyone will come looking for me. Let's get the fuck out of here and find someplace to have some fun, motherfucker."
Ryan captured Gerard's lips in one last kiss before sitting back into his lap. "Then we should get moving before Bren realizes you're missing. Wouldn't want your protégé finding out what you get up to huh?" Ryan grinned. "You do know you'll have to let me get up though, don't you?" He glanced down to Gerard's hand and his own straining cock.
Gerard followed his eyes and looked down between them. He began giggling because Ryan had completely broken him with his admission of wanting to suck him off and make him scream. He slowly pulled his hand out and readjusted him, giving him a little pat before looking back into his eyes. “Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?” He leaned up to kiss him briefly. “Now get the fuck off me so we can get the fuck out of here.” He raised his hips, trying to dump Ryan on the floor.
Ryan grinned mischievously when Gerard asked if he knew what he did to him. He planted his ass firmly on Gerard's lap as he tried to buck him off. "Oh, I think I do," he said as he palmed Gerard's cock through his pants before finally standing and heading to the door. "So, a mad dash to my car then back to my place? If, of course, you can wait that long." Ryan winked as he unlocked the door.
Gerard moaned loudly then flopped back on the couch, already aching at the loss of the heat from Ryan’s body. He pouted a little, but grinned underneath as he got up and moved to pick up his messenger bag from nearby. He shoved his phone into the outer pocket and threw the strap over his shoulder. He moved up behind Ryan, grabbing his ass as the door opened. He smirked and walked through the door, moving quickly towards the door at the end of the hall with the huge red EXIT sign.
He pushed the door open to step outside in the darkness and was surprised when there was a flash of light in his eyes. He blinked to focus and saw about a dozen kids surrounding him dressed in My Chem t-shirts. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about fans sticking around to see if they left. He slumped a little, glancing over them towards Ryan.
He saw the way Gerard's shoulders hunched and all he wanted to do was get him out of there and get into his pants. Deciding that he needed to distract the fans from the fact that they were sneaking out together, Ryan did the only thing he thought would make it obvious they weren't doing just that. He flashed a grin at Gerard before bounding past him and into the middle of the group, grinning and posing like an idiot. It took a moment for the fans to figure out who he was, but once they did, it was a melee of photographs and signatures. He realized Gerard wasn't with him so he spun around trying to see if he'd been swallowed up by the teenagers.
Gerard was still standing by the door, staring at Ryan with his mouth open. He never would have expected Ryan Ross to save him from a flood of fans. He felt a slight tug at his sleeve and looked to see a girl about fourteen grinning up at him. He smiled back and took the ticket she was holding out and quickly signed it.
He posed for a few pictures and signed several tickets and CDs. They asked if Gerard was going to be on the next Panic! album and that gave him a great idea. Gerard’s response was to just grin and put a finger to his lips. Soon he was able to slip through the crowd and follow Ryan to his car.
Already in his car, Ryan was drumming his fingers on his steering wheel when Gerard finally joined him. He turned his head and smiled. "See? That wasn't so bad, and hopefully they'll not start any rumors." Ryan grinned slyly, reaching over and running his hand up from Gerard's knee to the top of his thigh, slipping two of his fingers into the hole in his pants. "Shall we?" Ryan gently stroked Gerard's exposed skin softly.
Gerard adjusted the bag he’d just placed at his feet when he felt Ryan’s hand on him. He nearly hit the roof when Ryan put two fingers through the hole. “Holyfuckingshit,” he exclaimed then forced himself to calm down and sit still. He wiggled enough to get his legs apart enough that Ryan had plenty of room to explore if he wished. Looking over at him, he grinned. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Ryan shifted in his seat when Gerard opened his legs for him. It was getting increasingly difficult to hold together at this point. He dug his fingers into Gerard's leg and raked his nails back down the inside of his thigh before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. As far as he was concerned, the sooner he got Gerard back to his place, the better.