Dedicated to Sn1tchesAndTalkers bc she had a shitty birthday. Give her a follow?

April 12th was usually a pretty fucking good day. It's the middle of spring, all the flowers are in bloom, Brendon Urie's birthday, kids are almost out of school, hey guys, it's Brendon Urie's birthday, all the deer and fawns are coming out of hibernation, fruits are beginning to bloom, will people fucking take a hint, it's Brendon Urie's birthday.

Yeah, well. People forgot it was Brendon Urie's birthday. Believe it or not he woke up all by his stupid self. Not a slice of cake in sight. Patrick wasn't out of bed (Pete had to head to the studio early to work on a few things) and almost immediately the idea of birthday morning sex flew out his mind and landed with a cartoon whistle and ended in an explosion.

Although, maybe he'll be able to save that last second.

Brendon sits up, eyes crossing over the boy beside him with his messy blond fedora and a shirt and boxers covering his body. He cautiously reaches out and drags a finger a down his side, still propped up on one arm. When Patrick still makes no move, Brendon moved closer, presses his lips to the side of Patrick's neck and sucks while his free hand heads down and squeezes his ass.

Just like magic, Patrick squeals, jumping up. As soon as those baby blues see Brendon, though, they roll and Patrick turns to straddle the other, chuckling slightly, "Hey, Bren."

"Hey, Trick, how d'ya sleep?" Brendon asks with a smile.

"It was great until you woke me up," Patrick laughs, rolling his eyes, "Where's Pete?"

"Studio," Brendon replies, "Just like he always is."

Patrick frowns and looks to the clock, his eyes go wide and it's really kind of comical as he realizes it's 8 in the morning already, "Fuck, I gotta go!"

Brendon frowns, "Already? But it's a special day..."

Patrick has a look of confusion on his face and for some reason it feels like a punch to Brendon's fucking gut, "What? I... I'm sorry, I promise I'll be back tonight maybe I can come home early and we can do some stuff, okay?"

Brendon nods, avoiding Patrick's eyes but the other doesn't seem to notice, only kisses Brendon's cheek and runs to the bathroom with some clean clothes. Brendon just kind of sits there for a while, he doesn't have to go to the studio today. They always take it off for birthdays and god it shouldn't hurt as much as it does. It's just a stupid birthday, why wouldn't anyone really care that much?

***

Patrick rushes into the studio, huffing and panting as he shoves through the door and sees Joe and Andy there, watching through the one way glass at Pete. He feels a hint of sympathy for his boyfriend but lets it pass as he shuts the door and pulls off his bag.

"Hey dude," Joe calls from the other side of the room, "You're late."

"No shit Sherlock, my alarm didn't go off and I didn't have to go in as early as Pete. Brendon looked super sad that I was leaving, though. No fuckin' clue why," Patrick shrugs as he heads to the front. He sees Pete, mouth open slightly and concentration etched on his face as he bounces on the balls of his feet and continues to play the bass line for that one song with the really long song title from the special Cork Tree album. He can't remember if it's My Heart or Snitches, though. They already finished Music and Misery.

"Didn't Brendon go into the studio today?" Andy frowns. Patrick shrugs, "He didn't look like he had to when I woke up."

"Dude, you piece of shit it's August 12th," Joe laughs, pulling his hair from his baby blues, "Isn't it his birthday or whatever?"

Patrick's heart drops, "Fucking shit."

"You're the worst boyfriend ever, oh my god," Joe cackles. Andy lightly punches him in the arm and Patrick glares.

"Shut up like you didn't forget you and Marie's anniversary of when you guys started dating," Patrick snaps.

The door to the booth opens and Pete walks out, pulling his hair from his eyes, "What's going on?"

"Brendon's birthday," Patrick mumbles.

"Oh shit," Pete sets his bass aside, "Was he mad?"

"He looked pretty sad this morning. I didn't figure out til now," Patrick sighs and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Mmph, fuck. Okay, I say we get off around 3, go home, keep him in his room if he's not already out make a cake and initiate sex," Pete wiggles his eyes brows at Patrick who only rolls his eyes.

"You're a fucking sex addict I swear to god Pete," Patrick mumbles, "But yeah. Good enough. We should buy something for him on the way."

"Like a sex toy?"

"Jesus Christ Pete, no."

***

It's about 10 in the morning when Brendon finally finds the will to leave bed but it's just to make himself breakfast then go back in. He's completely and utterly depressed. His own boyfriend forgot his birthday. Probably both of his boyfriends. He knows birthdays really don't matter all that much after you've turned 21 and for god sakes he just turned 30 but he still feels kinda sad.

He gets a text from Patrick at about 11 saying, "Hey baby, I love you <3" in which he replies, "<3 u 2." 12 rolls along and nothing happens whatsoever. 1 comes and he finally gets out of bed and starts playing video games because for fuck's sake he has nothing else to do and he's not gonna just mope around all day. And it'll pass the time til 5 when Pete and Patrick will return home.

So he plays the first thing he can find which just happens to be Fallout 3 and spends about an hour playing.

That is, until the front door opens.

Brendon blinks, sits up from where he's playing upside down on the edge of his bed and calls, "Patrick? Pete?"

"Hold on!" Patrick calls. Brendon's heart leaps and he begins to get out of bed but Pete's at the door before he can get far.

"Stay," Pete demands like Brendon's a fucking dog. The taller frowns, but sighs and nods, returning to bed. It takes a few long moments, he can hear rustling and rushed whispers in the living room but eventually, Patrick comes in the bedroom and pulls Brendon up, kissing small pecks all over his face and making the brunette laugh.

"I'm sorry we forgot about your birthday and everything but we wanted to make it up to you so... uh..." Patrick chuckles awkwardly, "C'mon."

Brendon follows the blond through the door and around the corner. His eyes light up when he sees a birthday cake with the words "Happy Birthday, Brandan" and the cheesiest smiley face he thinks he's ever seen. Beside it are a couple of wrapped presents (very shittily wrapped) but all that really matters to him is it's his shittily wrapped presents.

"Oh shit guys," Brendon chuckles, "Oh my god this is amazing."

Patrick kisses his cheek again, "It's shitty but we didn't wanna keep you waiting."

"Can I...?" The brunette asks, pointing to the presents.

"Open mine first, Pete's can wait until we're... ready," Patrick glares at his boyfriend who only shrugs.

Brendon picks up the small box, quickly unwrapping the shitty wrapping paper and opening the shoebox to reveal a $200 gift card to Guitar Center.

"We didn't have enough time to buy an actual guitar and the one you have now is pretty shitty."

"Is not."

"The tuning knobs barely work, Bren. It's pretty shitty."

Brendon laughs and hugs Patrick closer, meeting their lips. Pete rolls his eyes, "C'mon you two, we don't have all day."

"Shut up, Pete," Patrick frowns as he pulls away from Brendon and the brunette picks up the other presents and unwraps the first. He sighs as soon as he sees the shape of the packaging, rolling his eyes but a smile still plays across his lips.

"Did you get me a fucking dildo, Pete?"

"Open it up and see!" Pete laughs, "Don't act like you don't want it."

Brendon squeaks when his boyfriend grabs his ass but finishes with the packaging. Sure enough, it's a dildo. But. It's a vibrating dildo. And it's thicker and longer than any of the others they have under the bed.

"You're a sex addict, Pete, I swear to god."

"That's what I said!" Patrick exclaims. Brendon kisses his boyfriend anyways and Pete chuckles against the thick lips. Soon enough, Brendon's opening the second package to reveal a pair of handcuffs as well.

Brendon takes a deep breath at the sight, blinking and finally nod, "O-okay..."

"If you don't want to, we don't have to. It's your birthday and everything," Pete scratches the back of his head but Brendon immediately kisses him before he can get far. Pete inhales sharply and after a moment begins to kiss back, beginning to slip off Brendon's shirt. When the brunettes pulls away to turn to Patrick, the blond already has his shirt off and is making quick work of his jeans.

"Bedroom," Brendon pants against Patrick's lips. Patrick nods absently and the three of them head in, Brendon immediately lays back, stripping off his jeans while Patrick straddles him and Pete gets to work on figuring out the handcuffs. They're velcro so they won't cut into Brendon's wrists, and as Pete wraps the chain around the bedpost and tightens them on Brendon's wrist, the vocalist can't help but moan lightly and buck his hips up against Patrick's.

In a flash of more clothes falling to the floor, Patrick and Brendon are completely naked and Pete's standing to the side, his phone in hand and his jeans still on.

Patrick's too busy grinding their cocks together to complain but Brendon's watching the phone with a nervous look, "Pete?"

"Can I? I swear, they won't go anywhere. It's not gonna get leaked," he looks like he's about to get on his knees and beg. Patrick gives a sigh as he eyes Pete as well.

"Fine. But if anything happens at all I'm never trusting you again," Patrick murmurs, "keep them hidden unlike other things you've released."

"Fuck you, Trick," Pete growls.

"No, I think that's Brendon's job," Patrick teases as he grabs the lube and presses two fingers in. Pete comes around, taking a picture of Patrick's entrance spread out around two fingers and their balls pressed together. Pete lets out a small whine when Patrick presses in a third finger, grinding down on the digit and throwing his head back with a look of ecstasy when he finds his prostate.

Pete captures that face, cheeks flushed, eyes shut, lip bit between teeth. It's almost a look of pain, like someone's pinching him hard but it's different. There's a soft moan that comes with it and it sends both Brendon and Pete harder than before.

"You're so pretty," Pete mumbles as he grabs a condom and rubbers Brendon up, adding lube not long after and slowly lowering Patrick down on his cock.

Patrick moans out almost immediately, bucking down and rolling his hips as he bottoms out, panting and tugging at his own hair. Pete pulls his head to the side, kissing and sucking and finally, /finally/ Patrick begins to ride Brendon. The brunette groans, rolling his hips against Patrick's and feeling him clench hard around him. Patrick's hands ride down Brendon's chest to his shoulders where his fingernails bite. Brendon grunts, but doesn't stop him, just continues to thrust even as Pete begins to prep him for the vibe.

"Hey, Brenny," Patrick smiles down at the boy, "Feel good? My cock inside that tight little ass? Huh?"

He fucking /knows/ Brendon loves dirty talk and it's horribly wonderful especially with the fact he's a complete and total powerbottom. It both turns him on and makes him more desperate and he's afraid he'll come early. Patrick leans back slightly but heads back forward when he feels Pete working the dildo inside Brendon. The brunette whimpers, throwing his head back and arching his muscles against Pete's nimble fingers.

Pete and Patrick quickly fall into sync, Pete thrusting the dildo while Patrick continuing to bounce on Brendon's cock, clenching and running his fingers over his chest as he continues to moan out explicatives.

"Fuck," Patrick growls, "Look at you, our little slut, huh?"

Brendon tugs against the handcuffs. He wants to touch, /needs/ to touch. Patrick outright laughs when he tugs against the restraints, whispering out a stream of pleads and squeezing his eyes shut. Nearly /crying/.

Patrick hums, taking one of Brendon's nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling his hips while one of Pete's hands cups Patrick's cock, and the other angles the dildo at Brendon's prostate. Patrick squeezes his eyes shut, mouth open in a wide O as he falls against Brendon's chest and comes in a few solid squirts along to the pace of his heart. Brendon's following not long after, filling the condom and crying out as he comes.

His back arches, all his muscles clenching hard, shifting and shaking as he screams out. It's so good, getting fucked in the ass and fuckint someone in the ass at the same time. It's intense, it's fucking /amazing/, though. He can feel Patrick around him, can feel the way he clenches and unclenches and he can feel those labored breaths against his chest as Pete pulls out the dildo and licks a strip up Brendon's ass.

"Patrick, hey, can I fuck you? Brendon'll watch, it'll be hot as hell," Pete mumbles against the blond's neck.

"I just came, give me at least twenty minutes you horny fuck," Patrick groans.

"I haven't even cum yet!"

"/Exactly!/"

Planned on making this longer and then my whole evening kinda turned to shit. I started this at 2AM and did no editing whatsoever so I understand if it's the shittiest bday present you've ever had lmao