Inked Out [Standalone]

Title: Inked Out [Standalone]
Author: Claire, supagrl_123
Pairing: Ry/Bren Ry/Bren/Oli
Rating: NC-17

Summary: “You’re getting matching tattoos? That’s actually pretty cute. I’m guessing you two are fucking, like?”
Author’s notes: Yeah, I wrote another threesome. Quite a few people wanted this actually so here you go :).




“Brendon?”


“Mm?”


“I think we should get matching tattoos.”


“First of all: that’s the corniest thing I ever heard, and secondly: why would I want some grease-ball shoving ink into my skin? The answer’s no, Ryan.”


“I hate you,” Ryan pouted, stamping his feet a little for good measure.


Brendon cupped his face between his hands, squashing his cheeks a little, “No, baby, you really don’t.”


“Fine! I hate the fact that you never do anything I want.”


“Baby, I don’t want any tattoo, let alone a matching one.”


“No sex for a year.”


“That’s fi- wait what?”


“No. Sex. For. A. Year.”


It was Brendon’s turn to pout now, “But, Ryan,” he whined.


“I mean it Brendon, either get a tattoo with me or say hello to your right hand.”
“I hate you,” was Brendon’s response, scowling as he realised his repeat of Ryan’s earlier insult.


“I think we possibly discussed this already, hun.”


“Okay, say I was to get a tattoo, what exactly would it look like?”


Ryan clapped excitedly. “Well, I was thinking maybe a black outlined star on our right hips, approximately 5.5cm in diameter with each other’s initials inside in a curly script.”


“You thought I was going to agree, didn’t you.”


“But, Bee, it’ll look so cute and when we’re on stage and your shirt rides up just a little-”


“Everyone will see a black outlined star on my right hip, approximately 5.5cm in diameter with your initials inside in a curly script,” Brendon finished, sighing lightly.


“Mhmm, exactly,” Ryan nodded, grinning.


“Buy, Ry, you can’t handle pain at all, how exactly did you plan on being able to sit still long enough to get a tattoo?”


“The thought of how cute it’ll look is enough,” Ryan replied. “Please, Brendon,
please.”


“I-I,” Brendon started before catching sight of Ryan’s puppy dog face, “I’ll do it babe, but only because it’ll make you happy.”


Ryan squealed loudly before throwing himself at Brendon and hugging him tightly.


“I love you so much, Bee!”


“Yeah, yeah, I know. This had better be the cutest fucking thing since penguins or I’ll attack your hair in your sleep.”


Ryan let out a gasp, “You wouldn’t.”


“Oh I would, Ry babe, believe me.”


“Good thing it’s gonna look amazingly cute then, huh?” Ryan grinned before attaching his lips to Brendon’s.


“Mm, Bren, it’s going to look so fucking hot,” Ryan mumbled, “and we are going to christen that tattoo on every fucking surface in the house.”


Brendon moaned slightly. “Well, how about we get a head start on that?”


“Nuh uh, Bren, wouldn’t want you to chicken out on me. I promise I’ll fuck you the second you get it done.”


“Absolutely promise?”


“Mhmm, I doubt I’ll be able to contain myself.”


“Urg, okay. When are we getting them done?”


“This afternoon.”


“This afternoon? Way to give me time to prepare for it, jeez.”


“At 3 o’clock to be exact. I booked us in already.”


Brendon sighed resignedly. Ryan Ross was absolutely impossible to say ‘no’ to yet he himself used ‘no’ as the most frequent word in his vocabulary. Brendon just hoped that the tattoo went to plan, he really did not want to pay another grease-ball to correct any damage.


*****************


“Brendon, come on,” Ryan groaned as he gripped Brendon’s hand and tugged him towards the tattoo parlour, imaginatively named ‘Inked Out’.


“Ryan, I just want you to know I love you. If I die I’d like a massive funeral please.”


“You’re not going to die you idiot. Come, on.”


Ryan walked over to the desk, still dragging Brendon behind him.


“Hi, we’re here for a 3 o’clock appointment.”


“Okay. Go take a seat and he’ll come get you when he’s ready.”


“Thanks.”


Ryan dragged a slightly protesting Brendon over to the seating area. They sat down
and Ryan absent mindedly flicked through a magazine.


Ryan heard Brendon gasp and followed the direction of his gaze. Standing in the door way was one of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen, Brendon being the most beautiful of course. His hair was longish and perfectly framed his face and piercing eyes. His arms were completely covered in ink and he had ‘Drop Dead’ written across his knuckles. Ryan could see small hearts on the man’s hip where his shirt rode up slightly.


“Urm, Brendon Urie and Ryan Ross?” the man asked in what Ryan could only describe as a slightly weird English accent.


“Uh, yeah, that’s us,” Ryan replied, standing up and pulling Brendon with him.


“Cool. This way.”


Ryan led Brendon into the small clinic with the man.


“I’m Oli Sykes and I’m gonna be the one sticking long inky needles in you today.”


Beside him Brendon trembled.


“I’m kidding. I’ll be gentle don’t worry,” he said, winking at Brendon.


“So what is it you boys want?”


Ryan took the picture out of his jeans and handed it to Oli.


“Like that,” he said gesturing to the picture, “only I want a ‘B’ in the middle and
Brendon wants an ‘R’.”


“You’re getting matching tattoos? That’s actually pretty cute. I’m guessing you two are fucking, like?”


Brendon gasped, eyes widened at Oli.


“Urm, yeah,” was Ryan’s slightly sheepish reply.


“Nice. So which one of you is going first?”


Ryan glanced over at Brendon, already pretty much knowing the answer.


“I will.”


“Alright, jump up on the bed.”


Ryan slid up onto the operating tablebed and lay down, pulling his shirt up to expose his hipbones.


“Alright then,” Oli said, walking over to Ryan. “I’m just gonna clean the area then I’ll get you stencilled, okay?”


Ryan nodded in response, only now getting butterflies. He felt something cool and slightly stinging rub his skin and looked down to see Oli’s gloved hands dabbing at his hip with cleaning fluid.


“Okay, I’m gonna stencil you.”


Ryan nodded again, reaching out and holding Brendon’s hand for support. Brendon squeezed it reassuringly, fighting the urge to say ‘I told you so’. Ryan shut his eyes tightly, waiting for Oli to finish the stencilling and for the pain to come.


“Right. Stencilling’s done. Absolutely sure you want this?”


“Yes,” Ryan squeaked, holding Brendon’s hand in a vice-like grip.


“Okay, this should take about an hour. If at any time you wanna take a break, tell me, alright beautiful?”


Ryan nodded quickly, wanting it to be over and done with.


“Alright, here we go.”


Ryan braced himself for the pain and soon enough felt the sharp sting of the needle as it pierced his skin, over and over. He tightened his grip on Brendon’s hand, whimpering slightly.


Once the hour was up, Ryan let go of Brendon’s hand and opened an eye slightly, checking to see that it really was over.


“All done,” Oli said, grinning, “and it looks pretty damn cute if I do say do myself.”


Brendon bent down by Ryan’s hip and examined it more closely.


“Is it wrong that I want to lick it?” he asked.


Oli let out a laugh. “Nah, trust me, I want to, too. First we gotta clean and cover it, then we’ve got yours to do,” Oli said, looking over at Brendon.


Brendon walked back up to Ryan’s head and bent to kiss him gently.


“You okay, baby?” he asked as Oli got to work cleaning and covering the tattoo.


“Mm, yeah. I am now anyway.”


“Did it hurt loads?”


“No, it’s fine, babe. After a while it’s kinda… therapeutic I guess.”


Oli nodded in agreement, “I know what you mean, kid,” he said before straightening up. “All done.”


Brendon whimpered again, realising it was his turn.


“Up on the bed, kid,” Oli said gently, sensing Brendon’s nervousness, “I’ll be gentle, alright. Besides, your boyfriend said it didn’t hurt didn’t he?”


“Yeah, I guess.”


“Nothing to worry about, then.”


Brendon sighed and gingerly got up onto the bed. Ryan grabbed his hand and stroked his knuckles lightly with his thumb.


“I promise it’s fine, Bee. Just think of all the fucking we’ll do when we get home.”


Brendon smiled slightly at Ryan before tensing again when he felt Oli lifting his shirt.


“It’s fine, Brendon, I’m just gonna do exactly the same thing to you as I did to Ryan.”


Brendon nodded, keeping his eyes locked with Ryan’s. He tried to keep his breathing deep, tried to relax his muscles, tried to welcome the pain.


“Alright. Ready?”


“Mhmm,” Brendon replied.


Ryan bent and captured Brendon’s lips, just as the needle pierced his skin. Brendon let out a soft hiss into the kiss and bit down on Ryan’s lip slightly.


“Fuck you two, you sure know how to distract a guy, huh?”


“Sorry,” Ryan mumbles, breaking the kiss but staying close to Brendon.


Brendon chews on his bottom lip as Oli continues to tattoo him, concentrating on maintaining eye contact with Ryan.


An hour later Oli straightens up again, wiping his brow.


“All done,” he announces for the second time, grinning at Ryan.


Ryan looks at Brendon’s hip to admire Oli’s work.


“Shit, Bren, you have no fucking clue how hot that it. I’m so tempted to fuck
you right there on that bed.”


“Lemme just clean it first, yeah?” Oli says. The humour from his eyes has long since gone, only to be replaced by… lust?


Ryan nods, unsure of what Oli’s intentions are and watches as Oli cleans and covers the tattoo in record time.


“Make sure you put the needles far, far away, too,” Brendon speaks up, “I do not want a needle sticking in my ass, thanks.”


Ryan locks his gaze with Brendon again, head cocked slightly in question.


“Oli?” Brendon asks, eyes still on Ryan, “What would you say to a threesome?”


Ryan chokes, expecting Oli to punch Brendon in the face for even suggesting it.


“I think I’d say, ‘get the fuck undressed right now’ to both of you.”


Brendon moans and complies with Oli’s wishes, slipping off his shirt and flinging it to the floor.


Ryan just stands there, still too shocked to even begin to register what’s happening.


Oli walks over to Ryan and takes his face in his hands, pressing his pierced lips against Ryan’s, coaxing him into action.


Brendon is now completely naked and moaning at the sight in front of him.


“Come on, Ry,” he urges, “you said you always wanted to try having a threesome.”


Ryan broke away from Oli and looked over his shoulder at Brendon.


“What happened to ‘tattoo artists are grease-balls’?”


“Oli changed that. Come on, Ry.”


“Fuck,” he moaned as he felt Oli’s hand massage his crotch lightly, “oh fuck, yes.”


Ryan lifted his arms as Oli helped to slide off his shirt, fingers grazing Ryan’s nipples lightly on the way. Ryan slid his fingers to Oli’s belt, unbuckling it precisely before slipping Oli’s pants off.


Brendon climbed off the bed and walked up behind Ryan; fingers finding his buckle and helping Ryan’s pants to join the pile of clothes already littering the floor.


Once all of the boys were fully naked they climbed up onto the bed, Ryan’s fingers lightly tracing over Oli’s ink.


“I don’t suppose you’ve got any lube lying around?” Brendon asked.


“Not to sound like a whore, but yeah, I do.”


Oli hopped off the bed quickly and rummaged in a cupboard, pulling out a tub of lube, and hopping back up onto the bed.


“Here,” he said handing it to Brendon who in turn handed it to Ryan.


“I want you two to fuck me,” Brendon said, voice laced with lust.


Oli groaned at the thought. “Let me take him?” he asked Ryan.


Ryan handed the lube back to Oli and watched as Oli slicked up three fingers.


Brendon hissed as Oli’s fingers poked at his entrance and pushed back against the digits.


Ryan trailed his hand lazily down his chest before his hand reached its destination and began pumping lazily.


“Unh, Oli, please just fuck me,” Brendon begged, squirming a little.


Ryan protested slightly, unsure about letting someone else fuck his boyfriend, but Brendon sent him a pleading glance.


Oli complied, slicking up his cock before thrusting roughly into Brendon.


Brendon let out a long, low groan, revelling in the feel of having Oli filling his insides.


“Ry, baby, come ‘ere, I wanna suck you.”


Ryan shifted forwards slightly, directing Brendon’s head towards his cock.


Oli picked up the pace, thrusting almost bruisingly into Brendon.


“Unh, oh, oh fuck!” Oli moaned watching Brendon getting filled from both ends.


Ryan pulled out of Brendon’s mouth and got off of the bed, instructing them to shift up and make room behind Oli. He got back up onto the bed behind Oli, hands smoothing down Oli’s back and over his ass.


“Let me fuck you, Oli?” Ryan asked, fingers prodding his entrance.


Oli moaned in response caught between Brendon’s ass and Ryan’s fingers.


Ryan removed his fingers and reached for the lube, coating his cock with it before roughly thrusting into Oli.


All three boys were rocked forwards slightly, Ryan fucking Oli fucking Brendon. Both Oli and Brendon let out twin moans as Ryan moved faster, enjoying his control over the other boy’s pleasure.


“Please… unh… please harder, Ry,” Brendon begged, arching his back at the sparks shooting up and down his spine.


Ryan complied, groaning as Oli clenched and unclenched around him, releasing his load into Brendon without warning.


Ryan pulled out of Oli and gently moved him out of the way before crawling over to Brendon and thrusting into him.


Brendon moaned loudly, hand reaching down to fist his own cock.


“Come, for me Bren baby, I love you so much,” Ryan urged, feeling his own impending release.


Brendon screamed his name and released all over the bed below him, causing Ryan to follow him over the edge and come inside Brendon.


All three boys lay spent and panting on the bed, covered in sweat. Oli reached over and kissed Ryan, hissing slightly as he felt Ryan tug on his lip ring.


“Well, thanks for that boys, really, but uh, I’m kinda late for my next client already.”


Brendon smiled at Ryan, “as good as that was, I’m glad I have you. I love you.”


Oli glanced at both of them, “so that was a one off, yeah?”


Both boys nodded.


“Eh, I can live with that.”