Take This To Your Grave~Brendon Urie

One: Pay For Love In A Lap Dance

Brendon's POV

I woke up laying naked in the hotel bed. Its not unusual for me to sleep naked, but it is when Sarah's not here. I roll over trying to get comfortable again when I saw it. His eyes closed, breathing softly. My breath hitched when I realized he was naked as well.

I sat up, immediately bringing my hand to my now pounding head. I look around, seeing our clothes tangled up in a pile, next to it, a fucking condom wrapper.

While getting up, I realized that there were many liquor bottles just laying around. Ah, the source of my headache. I sigh, grabbing the condom wrapper and noticing it was empty.

"For fuck sakes..." I whisper, grabbing my boxers and slipping them on. Come to think of it, I don't even know how Ryan got here. We're in New York, just on a stop for the tour. I usually get a room alone, same with Dallon, because we tend to think about our wives too much then have to rub one out. I guess last night Sarah wasn't on my mind.

"Brendon? What am I doing he- ooh, shit.." Ryan said, sitting up. He winced at the pain below him, signaling he was the one who bottomed.

"How could you let me do this?" I yelled at Ryan, throwing my hands in the air. He looked at me with almost disgust.

"You were the one to come onto me!" I put my hands down, trying to remember my drunken night. "Why do you think I was fucking bottom?" I ran out the door, going a few doors down and knocking on the door. Soon, a sleepy Dallon opens the door.

"What do you want, Brendon?" He asked, rubbing his eye.

"A hug to calm me down that I just fucked up my marriage." Dallon opened his eyes, scanning my face for a sign of me joking.

"What did you do?"

"Fucked a dude. And not any dude, Ryan fucking Ross.." Dallon pulled me into his room and locked the door.

"You what? Brendon! You're fucking married!"

"You don't think I know that? I was at my own wedding, you we're, too!" Dallon sighed, taking his hands off of me.

"If you don't tell Sarah, I will." My eyes build up with anger.

"You tell Sarah and I tell Breezy that you gave me head to get in this goddamn band!" Dallon stops looking down.

"You swore you'd take that to your grave!" I smiled, locking my arms together on my chest.

"Yeah. And you will take this to your grave or I'll ruin your marriage, too. But you have kids, and knowing Breezy, you would also be ruining their lives without their father, growing up without you." Dallon's eyes start to water.

"You wouldn't dare.."

"And? Are you going to tell my beloved wife so I'll tell yours?" Dallon looked down, sighing.

"N-No.." I smile and leave, walking back to my room and seeing Ryan sitting there, now crying.

"I'm so sorry, Bren! I should've been smarter!" I sit next to him, slowly wrapping my arms around him.

"Shh... It's okay. Just promise me something."

"What is it?" I pull back, looking him in the eye.

"Don't fucking tell anyone!"