Stormy Dreams

Ryan woke up to a hot breath on his crotch, as a relflex, he might've thrusted forward a bit, but he didn't really know.

"Ryan!"

He jumped up from his half-asleep state to see Daphne laying between his legs, "What are you doing?" He yelled, confused to why she was between his legs in just a bra and her underwear.

Then he realized he was only in his boxer-briefs that didn't do much to cover his hard on. "Trying not to choke on your dick." She spat, moving her head to rest on his leg. "Why am I in just my bra and underwear?" She asked, rubbing her arms to warm them up.

He had to admit, it was pretty cold outside. "I have no idea. All I remember from last night was Gabe and William stripping."

"What?"

"It's probably better if you didn't know." He said, hoping she'd stop yelling at him. It wasn't helping his throbbing headache.

"I remember..." She sighed and breathed on his clothed erection, making him squirm.

"Could you... Not do that?" He asked, giving her an embarrassed smile when she looked up at him.

She shrugged and crawled up his body so she was laying on top of him. Having an almost-naked girl on top of him didn't help his problem south of the equator much, but the warmth she provided made up for it. She wasn't even heavy on him either. "I remember sleeping on Lizzie."

Ryan nodded, he remembered that too. Although it was hard to think properly with the constant throbbing of his headache, he did remember going to sleep in jeans and a t-shirt, and Lizzie was on top of him, Daphne didn't have her face buried in his crotch when he went to sleep.

"Where is she now?" He asked, since Lizzie wouldn't have been able to get up and leave without waking up Daphne, unless she slipped into a coma when she got drunk too.

Daphne shrugged, "I dunno, I was pretty tired after the show. I wasn't even all that drunk when I fell asleep." She explained, resting her head on Ryan's chest.

"How do you know?"

"I give lapdances when I'm drunk," she said casually.

He grunted and bit his lip, "Not helping."

She smiled, "That's your problem, not mine."

He laughed, "Well, you could help me out you know."

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Not outside in the middle of a parking lot."

"We could go back to the bus."

She sighed, "Let me rephrase that... I like you Ryan but I'm not going to blow you." He was about to say, 'I didn't ask you to blow me', but he decided not to. He liked Daphne, as a friend, and he didn't want to loose her because he was hard.

Well, she caused it and should get rid of it, but Ryan wouldn't force her too. He could just go take a shower later, a warm one. It was freezing outside.

"I don't want to get up." Daphne whined, hugging Ryan.

He laughed and patted her back, "I don't want to get up either but we should before a fan or something sees us."

"I don't care," she snorted, "I have a hangover and I'm cold, but you're warm. I'm going to stay here until it gets hotter."

He sighed, "Daph, we gotta get up."

"Ry, I know you're not strong enough to push me off you," she grinned at him, "So I don't really think you have a say in this."

Moments after her comment a shadow slid over Ryan and Daphne, "Guys, I bet you're comfy and stuff... But you gotta get up. People have started showing up and I don't want them to find you two dry-humping eachother."

Ryan looked up at Jon, "Why are we just in our underwear, Jon?" He asked, hoping Jon would have an answer.

"Pete."

That one word helped Ryan piece together what had happened. Pete had done that before, stripping people and leaving them in questionable poses, Ryan should've known. Pete probably had millions of blackmail photos now. "He did this with a hangover?"

"He had some help," Jon grinned down at the two and Daphne's arm swung out at hit him in the knee, it didn't look very hard but Jon didn't expect it. "Ouch! Besides, Pete has ways to get rid of hangovers."

Daphne twitched, like she really wanted to get up but lacked the energy. "I'm not getting up until someone gives me some clothes to put on, or a towel to wrap myself in."

Jon shrugged, "You'll probably stay there until a crowd comes then, you have some really nice underwear."

The two boys laughed as Daphne turned a bright red, she lightly hit Ryan in the chest, "I wouldn't be laughing. Junior's standing loud and proud, incase you forgot."

He frowned, he'd definitely have to get rid of that. "Get up so I can get rid of it then."

Jon pulled off his black hoodie and held it out for Daphne to take, "You need this more than I do."

Ryan reached out for it, "Thanks Jon! I appreciate it!" He laughed as Daphne greedily snatched it, sitting up so she straddled Ryan as she pulled it over her head.

He groaned as she rubbed over him again, "Get. Off!" He yelled as he sat up to push her off.

She stuck his tongue out at him before she stood up, brushing the rocks that had dug themseleves into her skin as she rolled around on the cement. "Better run before you get blue balls," she winked down at him, "I heard they hurt like a bitch." She then walked back to her bus.

Ryan jumped up, "She's mean to me."

"You're just unucky." Ryan made a beeline back to his bus.

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Pete laughed and showed the pictures to Ryan and Daphne after the show, "It's amazing what you can do to people when they're so tired they don't know what's going on."

Four different poses. Eight different angles of each pose.

Lizzie laughed, "Just be thankful you weren't concious when these pictures were taken."

Daphne glared at Lizzie, but the dark shade of her blush made her glare lose most of its effect. "I can't believe you let Pete do this," she said. She sounded disappointed in Lizzie, but she knew it was just a joke.

Lizzie shrugged, "Pete and Jon came up to us in the middle of the night, I woke up when they tried to take my clothes off. You're just unlucky."

Ryan held his head in his hands and looked up at Lizzie, "I've been told that."

She smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead and Daphne on the cheek, "It's just a joke you guys. Unless Pete's sidekick gets hacked again, no ones going to see them."

Daphne groaned. "Wheres...?" Ryan looked around for the people missing, Brendon and Dani, no suprise there, but Spencer was missing too.

"Spencer and Dani are exchanging drumming tips and Brendon is tagging alone because he wants to be around," Josh brought up air-quotes, "'The Love of His Life' at all times."

Lizzie laughed, "Yeah, Brendon wanted to do some vocals on our next album." She told Daphne and she nodded.

"That's not a bad idea, Brendon's an amazing singer." Daphne aggreed. Pete realized no one would be talking to him again any time soon so he got up and left without another word.

Josh slid and sat beside Daphne, "He wanted you and Ryan to write a song together too, but I told him you're bitchy when you write music."

Jon laughed and took a sip from his beer, "So is Ryan."

Lizzie nodded, "Yeah, that's not a bad idea. The only thing is, who's album is it going to be on."

"We haven't agreed to it yet," Daphne voiced, leaning into Josh.

Ryan shrugged, "I'm up for it."

Daphne nodded, "Yeah so am I, but I was just saying..."

Lizzie grinned, "That'll be cool. I could pop out on Panic!'s stage to dance and sing a little, and on the next show Brendon could pop out."

"It'll be on both of our albums?" Ryan asked.

"Why not? It'll probably be a great song if you two work together," Jon said. "Like, you have some pretty crazy lyrics that are... Different from other people, and Daphne has her own style of writing that separates her from other bands too." He shrugged, "Besides, if someone's a Panic! fan they don't have to by the L.T.T. cd to get the song."

Ryan nodded, that was a good point.

"You guys should work on it," Lizzie chimed in, "Everyday after the show. Maybe you can get it done before the end of the tour and we can test it out infront of a crowd."

Daphne took in a sharp breath, "I doubt we'll be able to write lyrics and then give it a sound by the end of the tour."

Lizzie frowned, "But you'll try?"

Ryan nodded, "Yeah, we'll try." For you, he mentally added.