The Remarkable Misfortunes Of Ryan Ross: Chapter 42 (Epilogue: The One That Wins)
Title: The Remarkable Misfortunes Of Ryan Ross
Author: alwaystheindian
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: Brendon is a prince who has an evil twin. Ryan is the son of a farmer. When, one day, Ryan finds himself at the service of Brendon and his vicious twin brother... adventure ensues. This story is more than just a misguided romance. It is an action/adventure novel, with twists, turns, zany characters, symbolism, and a running story theme of self discovery. Enjoy the chapter titles which are posted at the beginning of each chapter. These titles may have some clues as to where the tale is headed.
Disclaimer: While the story and novel is of my own creation. I do not own panic at the disco or any of their intellectual property rights. This posting is not done for any form of profit. I am not implying the sexuality of any members of the band. I am merely a gay author and tend to write stories with gay characters. I thought it would be interesting to take a break from my other works and weave a tale about the members of one of my favorite bands.
Warnings: This novel will contain graphic violence, animal death, character death (may or may not be lead characters), graphic sexual situations including rape. Also, if you are looking for porn then this novel is probably not for you. There are sex scenes but sex is not the driving point of this work.
Author Notes: This novel is finished. I made sure to complete it before posting it anywhere on the web. I do not want to run the risk of leaving my readers hanging. The novel is 42 chapters long and 108,229 words. I will post one chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Please comment on each chapter. Comments feed me! :)
A/N:
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart: thank you.
When I first wrote this story I had no idea that so many people would enjoy it. I thought I’d get 10 or 20 readers and MAYBE 30 comments per chapter… if I were lucky. But this… this has been a slash writer’s dream come true. You are all so amazing and I am going to miss each and every one of you.
I have started writing a new panic!novel and I hope to have the rough draft completed in little over a month. Then the novel will be sent to my betas and then it will begin posting on Friday, April 3rd (Midnight Eastern Time US).
During my two month break, in addition to writing your new panic!novel, I will be directing, co-producing, and booking another edition of my variety shows. The variety show will be unveiled on March 29th at Warehouse 29 in Greensboro North Carolina. To learn about my other variety shows please go here: www.myspace.com/thedavidbryantvarietyshow
Many of you already know about my other job as a performer and I look forward to the opportunity that is coming in the next two months. If any of you are 18 and live in NC… you should come join us. You’ll see me juggle and spin plates… as well as perform devil stix, staff, and poi. Since we haven’t finalized the line-up yet, you might even get to see me play guitar. The detailed line up for the show will be posted before March 29th.
I also plan to do one more re-write of “The Remarkable Misfortunes”, change the names and some details of the characters… and shop the book to publishers that specialize in gay romance novels.
Last, I will be focusing more on my music. If anyone here is from North Carolina and would like to collaborate then please let me know. If anyone would simply like to hear a demo of my work then please make a request and I will gladly email it to you.
Again, thank you guys so much. Your support for this novel has shocked me and it means the world to me.
I love you.
<3
-- David
Now for the serious stuff:
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1.) A Story About Monsters
2.) The Answer To An Important Riddle Of Life
3.) What Is Wrong With Doctor Walker?
4.) For Me To Know And You To Find Out
5.) Never, Never, Never
6.) Ryan’s Remarkable Misfortunes
7.) The Pay Back Shoe
8.) Doctor Walker’s Mysterious Paper
9.) The King, The Pawn, And The Box (Part 1)
10.) No And Thank You
11.) Brent’s Secret
12.) Somebody Knows Something About Somebody Else
13.) Black And White
14.) Grey
15.) The Nice One Knows
16.) The Great Escape
17.) Marcus Has A Wife And Two Kids
18.) Witches And Bandits
19.) The Truth About Life And Death
20.) Remember This
21.) Mr. Finnegan’s Paper Shoppe
22.) You Don’t Own Yourself
23.) Almost
24.) Right Through The Center Of Your Neck
25.) Three Important Gifts
26.) Scared Pills
27.) By No Means Rich
28.) It Is Over
29.) The Thing About Real Life…
30.) You’re A Fucking Asshole
31.) The Difference Between You And Me
32.) The Only Way To Learn Is For Somebody To Teach
33.) The King, The Pawn, And The Box (Part 2)
34.) Atlas
35.) The Loneliest Man In The Room
36.) Your Turn
37.) The Second Coming Of Doctor Walker
38.) The Truth About Life And Death (reprise)
39.) Guilt Is Merely Shame Without An Audience
40.) Always, Always, Always
41.) A Story About People
42.) Epilogue: The One That Wins
Chapter 42 - Epilogue: The One That Wins
The sun was shining through the window when Ryan woke up and was harsh from its reflection off the snowy ground outside. He could smell the frost, but he still felt warm. It was a moment before he realized that the reason he felt warm had more to do with the comforting arm wrapped snugly around his waist and the other body which pressed firmly against him.
Ryan looked over to see Brendon’s sleeping face, like an angle’s, resting in the curls of his hair. He kissed him on the forehead and gently slid out of the sleeping boy’s grasp. He wanted to be clean when Brendon woke up, and he couldn’t do that in bed.
Ryan wandered from the hall and into a separate bathing chamber. He even took care to clean his teeth, and when all was done, his looks matched the way he felt… the happiest he had ever been in a very, very long time.
By the time he returned to the room Brendon was awake; his skin was clean, and his hair was damp. He’d obviously had ideas similar to Ryan’s.
Food was brought, and Ryan ate as carefully as he could with his still healing fingers. He put on a long sleeve shirt and was glad as he watched the cuffs cover the scars across his wrists.
Brendon made a joke about the new French ambassador, and they both laughed and laughed until tears threatened to run down Ryan’s face. Ryan actually wanted the tears to come, though they refused, because he had never cried tears of joy before.
Still, Ryan promised himself that next time he’d laugh so hard the sheer force of the laugh would burst the tears from his eyes.
Brendon had work to do for the mid-part of the day, and Ryan spent that time with Dr. Walker who carefully tended to the boy’s injured fingers.
That evening they both tried playing chess but couldn’t ever agree on the rules. Well, actually, they both knew the rules just fine, but Ryan didn’t particularly like them so they made up new ones.
Afterwards they were tired, and they began getting ready for bed.
It had been an absolutely perfect day.
“While you were with Dr. Walker,” Brendon said, “I went to the royal jewel smith.”
Ryan pulled off his trousers and sat on the edge of their bed.
“What for?”
“To have the jeweler rush through a very important order.”
“Did he?”
“Yes, Zack just brought it for me,” Brendon said, lying down on the other side of the bed opposite Ryan.
“Wonderful,” Ryan nodded and felt himself dragged into bed and against Brendon.
“What do you think?” the king said, holding out a small wooden box.
“What? Is that for me???”
“I figured you’ve never owned any jewelry, and we previously agreed that I’ve been an ass.”
“Oh, how like a man,” Ryan rolled his eyes, “thinking you can buy back your lovers when you piss them off.”
“Well, can I?” Brendon said and tried to wiggle his eyebrows seductively…. but failed.
Ryan took the box from him and undid the tiny latch with his still healing fingers. He pulled up the lid and gasped.
It was a beautiful gold and emerald ring. It was somewhat similar to but not really identical with Dr. Walker’s. To Ryan, who had never in his life owned his own piece of jewelry, it was amazing.
“Emerald is the stone of Venus.” Brendon whispered. “I think there’s more to it than that, but I forgot.”
Ryan slipped it on his finger, on the unbroken hand, and kissed Brendon as hard as he could, smiling into the kiss.
“I want you inside me,” Ryan said, trying to keep his voice as husky and sensual as possible.
Brendon laughed at Ryan’s corny attempt at persuasion but shook his head.
“Are you even sure you’d be okay with that? Having someone inside you after all that has happened? Would you not feel at least a bit violated?”
“I don’t know,” Ryan shrugged. “It’d still feel like I’m being violated a little bit, but I LIKE the idea of you being the one to do it.”
Brendon looked very unsure.
“No, seriously,” Ryan continued, “I’m not afraid anymore. I want it. I want you to do whatever you want, touch me wherever you want. I want you to let me be able to show you my gratitude… at least a little, and I don’t have much to give to show it with except, I guess, my body. You already have everything else in the world.”
“And I’ve also touched your body plenty before,” Brendon said with a wink, trying a little to dismiss the notion.
“Yeah, you have, but, until now, not willingly.”
And it was true.
Brendon thought of the first night Ryan had been in this bedroom with him. He’d forced him to do what he did. He was probably a little more rough than necessary and knew the boy hadn’t wanted it. Though at the time, despite tiny pangs of guilt, he had taken great pride that he was careful not to do anything particularly degrading.
Now he knew how wrong it all had been.
“So you’re absolutely sure?” Brendon said, looking deep into the other boy’s eyes. “You want me to fuck you?”
“No,” Ryan shook his head, “I want you to make love to me.”
Brendon knew at least part of Ryan was telling the truth because he could feel it pressed into his thigh.
“Sure,” Brendon finally answered, his voice somehow different, firmer, taking charge.
Brendon let his hand grope over Ryan’s erection and let the other hand run over Ryan’s stomach and chest. It was so much more incredible than he had ever imagined because it was Ryan and because Ryan wanted it.
He slowly removed Ryan’s clothing and savored every inch of his lover’s body.
After several minutes of simply exploring the other boy and trying to memorize each point and curve, he dipped his hands between Ryan’s legs and gently pressed into him.
Ryan moaned, his eyes unfocused with lust. At that moment he was completely vulnerable to Brendon’s every whim and that was perfectly all right.
Brendon kissed along Ryan’s slender neck, stopping on the boy’s Adam’s apple before moving on to press his lips against the other boy’s pulse. He could feel Ryan’s life beating through him, so close to his mouth. He placed his lips on the delicate skin of Ryan’s neck and gently sucked, marking him.
He covered Ryan’s lips with his own, and Ryan instantly parted his mouth, wanting Brendon closer, wanting to feel the other boy’s tongue inside of him.
The young king bore down into the open mouth, sliding his smooth tongue over the boy’s cheeks and teeth, reveling in how wet and warm it all was, reveling that it was Ryan and no one had ever been this close to the boy before. Brendon was bathing in the thought that Ryan trusted him this much, despite everything, because he loved him.
“I want to be inside your mouth,” he mumbled against Ryan’s lips.
The boy smirked and almost retorted that part of Brendon already was inside of his mouth, but instead it came out as “I want you there too,” and Ryan started to move Brendon onto his back.
He pulled off Brendon’s trousers, kissing at the prince’s stomach the whole while. He could feel the other man’s arousal pressing against the top of his chest, and he made his way down towards it, streaking pre-cum against his skin as he moved.
Ryan’s lips parted and slowly cloaked down over Brendon’s erection. An encapsulating heat flooded over the other boy. Everything was so moist and warm. Ryan swirled his tongue around the most sensitive parts, pressing down against Brendon’s head and then running the length of his shaft.
Ryan marveled at the taste, constantly letting it hammer in his mind that Brendon was inside of his mouth, using him for pleasure, but in a good way, and it was okay because he loved him and that made it all so much better.
Ryan shoved down harder, feeling the thick end of Brendon’s member push past the tight muscles of his throat. He gagged for a moment, and Brendon quickly tried to pull away. Ryan stopped him.
“It’s okay; you didn’t gag me. I did it to myself. Just hold still, and let me get used to it.” Ryan punctuated his sentence with a kiss to the head of Brendon’s erection and plunged back down, taking him inside of his mouth once again.
Ryan tried to fit Brendon into his throat a second time and gagged that time as well, but Brendon held still, and after having a minute or two to get used to the sensations, he was able to do so without choking.
Ryan had never been so hard in his life, but the idea that so much of Brendon was inside of him, and that Brendon trusted him enough to put his most delicate member between his teeth and into his throat was pushing Ryan towards the edge.
Ryan wanted to make this the most pleasurable experience of Brendon’s life. He knew he had a lot of competition with all of the many servants that Brendon had experienced over the years, but he was determined that he would do the best job Brendon had ever experienced because none of those other people had cared for the king as much as Ryan.
Ryan pulled back, flicking his tongue along the underside of Brendon’s head, and the young king moaned which inspired Ryan even more, and he took the Brendon’s sack into his hand and gently cupped it with his delicate fingers as he pushed the boy’s member back into his throat.
Ryan pulled him back to his tongue again and within moments the taste of Brendon was flooding his mouth.
He swallowed, trying to take in every sensation, the sweet warm liquid, the other boy’s hand clasped loosely in his hair, the softening of Brendon’s member in his mouth.
When Ryan pulled up and licked the last of the residue from his bottom lip, he carefully snuggled his body between Brendon’s arm and torso. The king wrapped his arms around the peasant, as through trying to pull their bodies so close together that they’d become one being.
Ryan had thought that would be the end of it, that Brendon had come and now they would sleep, or, at the least, do something else.
Ryan was surprised when he felt the other boy’s hand carefully push him onto his back, slide down the length of his stomach, and close around his own throbbing erection.
Brendon was a little unsure, as he had never done this to anyone other than himself, but he carefully started stroking his hand down Ryan’s shaft and rubbing his thumb over the head and against the slit.
Ryan’s breathing became heavier, and he turned his head to lock eyes with Brendon. They lay there, side by side, staring into each others eyes with Brendon stroking over Ryan’s arousal.
Ryan had to keep reminding himself, as it was so hard for it to entirely sink in, that the hand that was working so hard to pleasure him belonged to the king of England, and it was entirely probably that no one else had ever felt that particular skin, that particular movement, and that all of these things were a gift to him.
“Thank you,” Ryan muttered only half aware that the words had left his lips.
Brendon smiled.
“You don’t need to thank me. I want to.”
Brendon lightly pecked at Ryan’s lips and then pulled back so he could continue staring at the boy’s eyes which reminded him of a rich mixture of brown sugar and honey.
Ryan nudged his hand toward Brendon’s groin and began groping at the warmest, softest part of the king, which within moments was stiffening again as he began mimicking the other boy’s strokes.
Brendon slowly released Ryan’s member and ran his hand down over the lower parts of the peasant’s groin, then dipped between the boy’s legs again.
Brendon pressed the tip of one of his fingers inside of Ryan and let him adjust before continuing. He began sliding in and out of the boy, and Ryan picked up the pace of his hand stroking over Brendon’s shaft.
Brendon pulled out for a moment and then placed a second finger alongside his first. He tried to be as careful as possible.
Ryan’s nose crinkled at the discomfort, but he tried to suppress it for fear that Brendon would stop.
It felt odd, because Ryan had never been fingered before, and while it hurt, it still felt wonderful to be touched in such an intimate place.
Suddenly, all of the pain went away as Brendon pressed his fingers upward and managed to hit Ryan’s spot.
The boy was grateful that the prince wasn’t touching his erection as well because if he had been Ryan was sure he would have come at that very moment.
Ryan’s mouth dropped open, and his whole body froze. He even forgot to continue stroking Brendon, which was fine, because Brendon had other interests a the moment as well.
Ryan had never had anyone inside him with the direct intention of trying to cause such amazing sensation, and he could feel Brendon’s fingers rubbing over that spot again and again, building a steady rhythm
Brendon nudged his body between Ryan’s legs, lining himself up, and continuing the motion with his fingers that had the frailer boy paralyzed with concentration.
“I want inside of you,” Brendon stated, and it was meant as a request, though it probably didn’t come out as one. It was okay that it hadn’t though, as Ryan’s mind was too flooded with desire at the moment to have adequately responded.
In one swift motion Brendon removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his arousal.
“Ahh!” Ryan was snapped back to reality by the sudden pain which was enough to force his head towards his chest.
“Shh, it’ll feel better in a minute.”
Ryan nodded, and Brendon pushed a little deeper into the boy. Ryan’s eyes clinched shut. He didn’t understand how something he wanted so badly could hurt so much at the same time; it didn’t seem fair.
“Push out, towards me,” Brendon coaxed, “it’ll open you and make it easier.”
Brendon lightly gripped his hand on the outside of Ryan’s willowy thighs and pushed harder into the boy’s slim body.
Ryan felt like he was being split in two, but it was different from the pain of rape and branches and letter openers. This was caring, even if it did cause pain. There was love in every single one of Brendon’s movements.
“Hold on; I’ll get this over with,” Brendon whispered, and before Ryan had the chance to respond, he felt the king thrust all the way into him with one swift move.
Sparks shot in front of Ryan’s eyes, and he threw his hand up against Brendon’s stomach, trying to ward him off, but then his limbs wouldn’t cooperate anymore, and he felt the head of Brendon’s member dig fully into that wonderful spot, and colors swam in front of his pupils.
Yes, the pain had definitely been worth it.
When Brendon was sure Ryan had adjusted and could see the lust clouding in the boy’s eyes, he cautiously picked up a steady pace.
Every thrust felt like Ryan was going to come. The friction over his spot made him shudder a little in his stomach each time it happened, and he’d clamp down hard over Brendon.
For Brendon it was nearly as good. Ryan’s muscles clinched over him, stroking along his shaft with every thrust, and all of the boy felt warm and frail and delicate.
Brendon was astounded out of his mind by how beautiful Ryan was, Ryan’s slight chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his light brown eyes flaked with specks of darker colors near the center, his soft dark hair, and smooth pale skin. It was like a drug. The drug of Ryan, and he could never get enough.
Brendon’s thrusts were becoming more jagged now, and Ryan could feel a slight pinch to them, even with the masking pleasure that flooded his body each time Brendon entered it.
The rhythm was entirely unsteady now, and Brendon was fully slamming down into the boy beneath him. Ryan imagined he could feel the king prodding under his naval, and somehow the thought of Brendon tearing at his insides made it even better because this was the boy he loved even more than himself.
Brendon’s hand pushed heavily down on Ryan’s chest, pinning the boy to the bed as he continued to crash against the boy’s person.
Ryan was now powerless to Brendon’s domineering thrust, but instead of hating it, Ryan loved it. He never knew that giving up power, even for a few moments, could feel so good. He wished he could be powerless like this forever. Brendon rammed into him over and over, hitting against his spot, and staring at him with both lust and love all at the same time.
“I love you,” Ryan stumbled at the words, which were so quiet he was amazed the other boy seemed to hear them.
“I love you too,” Brendon muttered, punctuating each word with a jarring thrust, and then Ryan felt him press hard into him and climax directly onto his spot.
The heat of Brendon’s orgasm seared over his spot and the tiny rips inside of Ryan that the king had been causing.
Ryan felt as though in that moment he could feel every sensation in the world, and his own climax burst out of him even though nothing was touching his pulsing erection. It shot up onto his neck and stomach, and he thought for a second he might have passed out from the pleasure of it all.
When he came back down he realized that Brendon was kissing him, steadily pressing the other boy’s lips into his own.
The king pulled his head up, just a bit, keeping his nose still in contact with Ryan’s.
“That was the most amazing thing I have ever done in my entire life,” Brendon whispered, his body literally shaking from the afterglow.
“Me too,” Ryan smiled, and without ever pulling out of him, Brendon lay his head down into the crook of his lover’s neck, and together they went to sleep.
Ryan’s dreams had never been so pleasant. Gone were the battling monsters, and in their place were the faces of the people he loved... Spencer… his mother… Brendon… and while he missed the first two, it was still okay, because, despite his remarkable misfortunes, he had managed to find his own peculiar happy ending.
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Author: alwaystheindian
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: Brendon is a prince who has an evil twin. Ryan is the son of a farmer. When, one day, Ryan finds himself at the service of Brendon and his vicious twin brother... adventure ensues. This story is more than just a misguided romance. It is an action/adventure novel, with twists, turns, zany characters, symbolism, and a running story theme of self discovery. Enjoy the chapter titles which are posted at the beginning of each chapter. These titles may have some clues as to where the tale is headed.
Disclaimer: While the story and novel is of my own creation. I do not own panic at the disco or any of their intellectual property rights. This posting is not done for any form of profit. I am not implying the sexuality of any members of the band. I am merely a gay author and tend to write stories with gay characters. I thought it would be interesting to take a break from my other works and weave a tale about the members of one of my favorite bands.
Warnings: This novel will contain graphic violence, animal death, character death (may or may not be lead characters), graphic sexual situations including rape. Also, if you are looking for porn then this novel is probably not for you. There are sex scenes but sex is not the driving point of this work.
Author Notes: This novel is finished. I made sure to complete it before posting it anywhere on the web. I do not want to run the risk of leaving my readers hanging. The novel is 42 chapters long and 108,229 words. I will post one chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Please comment on each chapter. Comments feed me! :)
A/N:
Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart: thank you.
When I first wrote this story I had no idea that so many people would enjoy it. I thought I’d get 10 or 20 readers and MAYBE 30 comments per chapter… if I were lucky. But this… this has been a slash writer’s dream come true. You are all so amazing and I am going to miss each and every one of you.
I have started writing a new panic!novel and I hope to have the rough draft completed in little over a month. Then the novel will be sent to my betas and then it will begin posting on Friday, April 3rd (Midnight Eastern Time US).
During my two month break, in addition to writing your new panic!novel, I will be directing, co-producing, and booking another edition of my variety shows. The variety show will be unveiled on March 29th at Warehouse 29 in Greensboro North Carolina. To learn about my other variety shows please go here: www.myspace.com/thedavidbryantvarietyshow
Many of you already know about my other job as a performer and I look forward to the opportunity that is coming in the next two months. If any of you are 18 and live in NC… you should come join us. You’ll see me juggle and spin plates… as well as perform devil stix, staff, and poi. Since we haven’t finalized the line-up yet, you might even get to see me play guitar. The detailed line up for the show will be posted before March 29th.
I also plan to do one more re-write of “The Remarkable Misfortunes”, change the names and some details of the characters… and shop the book to publishers that specialize in gay romance novels.
Last, I will be focusing more on my music. If anyone here is from North Carolina and would like to collaborate then please let me know. If anyone would simply like to hear a demo of my work then please make a request and I will gladly email it to you.
Again, thank you guys so much. Your support for this novel has shocked me and it means the world to me.
I love you.
<3
-- David
Now for the serious stuff:
TABLE OF CONTENTS
1.) A Story About Monsters
2.) The Answer To An Important Riddle Of Life
3.) What Is Wrong With Doctor Walker?
4.) For Me To Know And You To Find Out
5.) Never, Never, Never
6.) Ryan’s Remarkable Misfortunes
7.) The Pay Back Shoe
8.) Doctor Walker’s Mysterious Paper
9.) The King, The Pawn, And The Box (Part 1)
10.) No And Thank You
11.) Brent’s Secret
12.) Somebody Knows Something About Somebody Else
13.) Black And White
14.) Grey
15.) The Nice One Knows
16.) The Great Escape
17.) Marcus Has A Wife And Two Kids
18.) Witches And Bandits
19.) The Truth About Life And Death
20.) Remember This
21.) Mr. Finnegan’s Paper Shoppe
22.) You Don’t Own Yourself
23.) Almost
24.) Right Through The Center Of Your Neck
25.) Three Important Gifts
26.) Scared Pills
27.) By No Means Rich
28.) It Is Over
29.) The Thing About Real Life…
30.) You’re A Fucking Asshole
31.) The Difference Between You And Me
32.) The Only Way To Learn Is For Somebody To Teach
33.) The King, The Pawn, And The Box (Part 2)
34.) Atlas
35.) The Loneliest Man In The Room
36.) Your Turn
37.) The Second Coming Of Doctor Walker
38.) The Truth About Life And Death (reprise)
39.) Guilt Is Merely Shame Without An Audience
40.) Always, Always, Always
41.) A Story About People
42.) Epilogue: The One That Wins
Chapter 42 - Epilogue: The One That Wins
The sun was shining through the window when Ryan woke up and was harsh from its reflection off the snowy ground outside. He could smell the frost, but he still felt warm. It was a moment before he realized that the reason he felt warm had more to do with the comforting arm wrapped snugly around his waist and the other body which pressed firmly against him.
Ryan looked over to see Brendon’s sleeping face, like an angle’s, resting in the curls of his hair. He kissed him on the forehead and gently slid out of the sleeping boy’s grasp. He wanted to be clean when Brendon woke up, and he couldn’t do that in bed.
Ryan wandered from the hall and into a separate bathing chamber. He even took care to clean his teeth, and when all was done, his looks matched the way he felt… the happiest he had ever been in a very, very long time.
By the time he returned to the room Brendon was awake; his skin was clean, and his hair was damp. He’d obviously had ideas similar to Ryan’s.
Food was brought, and Ryan ate as carefully as he could with his still healing fingers. He put on a long sleeve shirt and was glad as he watched the cuffs cover the scars across his wrists.
Brendon made a joke about the new French ambassador, and they both laughed and laughed until tears threatened to run down Ryan’s face. Ryan actually wanted the tears to come, though they refused, because he had never cried tears of joy before.
Still, Ryan promised himself that next time he’d laugh so hard the sheer force of the laugh would burst the tears from his eyes.
Brendon had work to do for the mid-part of the day, and Ryan spent that time with Dr. Walker who carefully tended to the boy’s injured fingers.
That evening they both tried playing chess but couldn’t ever agree on the rules. Well, actually, they both knew the rules just fine, but Ryan didn’t particularly like them so they made up new ones.
Afterwards they were tired, and they began getting ready for bed.
It had been an absolutely perfect day.
“While you were with Dr. Walker,” Brendon said, “I went to the royal jewel smith.”
Ryan pulled off his trousers and sat on the edge of their bed.
“What for?”
“To have the jeweler rush through a very important order.”
“Did he?”
“Yes, Zack just brought it for me,” Brendon said, lying down on the other side of the bed opposite Ryan.
“Wonderful,” Ryan nodded and felt himself dragged into bed and against Brendon.
“What do you think?” the king said, holding out a small wooden box.
“What? Is that for me???”
“I figured you’ve never owned any jewelry, and we previously agreed that I’ve been an ass.”
“Oh, how like a man,” Ryan rolled his eyes, “thinking you can buy back your lovers when you piss them off.”
“Well, can I?” Brendon said and tried to wiggle his eyebrows seductively…. but failed.
Ryan took the box from him and undid the tiny latch with his still healing fingers. He pulled up the lid and gasped.
It was a beautiful gold and emerald ring. It was somewhat similar to but not really identical with Dr. Walker’s. To Ryan, who had never in his life owned his own piece of jewelry, it was amazing.
“Emerald is the stone of Venus.” Brendon whispered. “I think there’s more to it than that, but I forgot.”
Ryan slipped it on his finger, on the unbroken hand, and kissed Brendon as hard as he could, smiling into the kiss.
“I want you inside me,” Ryan said, trying to keep his voice as husky and sensual as possible.
Brendon laughed at Ryan’s corny attempt at persuasion but shook his head.
“Are you even sure you’d be okay with that? Having someone inside you after all that has happened? Would you not feel at least a bit violated?”
“I don’t know,” Ryan shrugged. “It’d still feel like I’m being violated a little bit, but I LIKE the idea of you being the one to do it.”
Brendon looked very unsure.
“No, seriously,” Ryan continued, “I’m not afraid anymore. I want it. I want you to do whatever you want, touch me wherever you want. I want you to let me be able to show you my gratitude… at least a little, and I don’t have much to give to show it with except, I guess, my body. You already have everything else in the world.”
“And I’ve also touched your body plenty before,” Brendon said with a wink, trying a little to dismiss the notion.
“Yeah, you have, but, until now, not willingly.”
And it was true.
Brendon thought of the first night Ryan had been in this bedroom with him. He’d forced him to do what he did. He was probably a little more rough than necessary and knew the boy hadn’t wanted it. Though at the time, despite tiny pangs of guilt, he had taken great pride that he was careful not to do anything particularly degrading.
Now he knew how wrong it all had been.
“So you’re absolutely sure?” Brendon said, looking deep into the other boy’s eyes. “You want me to fuck you?”
“No,” Ryan shook his head, “I want you to make love to me.”
Brendon knew at least part of Ryan was telling the truth because he could feel it pressed into his thigh.
“Sure,” Brendon finally answered, his voice somehow different, firmer, taking charge.
Brendon let his hand grope over Ryan’s erection and let the other hand run over Ryan’s stomach and chest. It was so much more incredible than he had ever imagined because it was Ryan and because Ryan wanted it.
He slowly removed Ryan’s clothing and savored every inch of his lover’s body.
After several minutes of simply exploring the other boy and trying to memorize each point and curve, he dipped his hands between Ryan’s legs and gently pressed into him.
Ryan moaned, his eyes unfocused with lust. At that moment he was completely vulnerable to Brendon’s every whim and that was perfectly all right.
Brendon kissed along Ryan’s slender neck, stopping on the boy’s Adam’s apple before moving on to press his lips against the other boy’s pulse. He could feel Ryan’s life beating through him, so close to his mouth. He placed his lips on the delicate skin of Ryan’s neck and gently sucked, marking him.
He covered Ryan’s lips with his own, and Ryan instantly parted his mouth, wanting Brendon closer, wanting to feel the other boy’s tongue inside of him.
The young king bore down into the open mouth, sliding his smooth tongue over the boy’s cheeks and teeth, reveling in how wet and warm it all was, reveling that it was Ryan and no one had ever been this close to the boy before. Brendon was bathing in the thought that Ryan trusted him this much, despite everything, because he loved him.
“I want to be inside your mouth,” he mumbled against Ryan’s lips.
The boy smirked and almost retorted that part of Brendon already was inside of his mouth, but instead it came out as “I want you there too,” and Ryan started to move Brendon onto his back.
He pulled off Brendon’s trousers, kissing at the prince’s stomach the whole while. He could feel the other man’s arousal pressing against the top of his chest, and he made his way down towards it, streaking pre-cum against his skin as he moved.
Ryan’s lips parted and slowly cloaked down over Brendon’s erection. An encapsulating heat flooded over the other boy. Everything was so moist and warm. Ryan swirled his tongue around the most sensitive parts, pressing down against Brendon’s head and then running the length of his shaft.
Ryan marveled at the taste, constantly letting it hammer in his mind that Brendon was inside of his mouth, using him for pleasure, but in a good way, and it was okay because he loved him and that made it all so much better.
Ryan shoved down harder, feeling the thick end of Brendon’s member push past the tight muscles of his throat. He gagged for a moment, and Brendon quickly tried to pull away. Ryan stopped him.
“It’s okay; you didn’t gag me. I did it to myself. Just hold still, and let me get used to it.” Ryan punctuated his sentence with a kiss to the head of Brendon’s erection and plunged back down, taking him inside of his mouth once again.
Ryan tried to fit Brendon into his throat a second time and gagged that time as well, but Brendon held still, and after having a minute or two to get used to the sensations, he was able to do so without choking.
Ryan had never been so hard in his life, but the idea that so much of Brendon was inside of him, and that Brendon trusted him enough to put his most delicate member between his teeth and into his throat was pushing Ryan towards the edge.
Ryan wanted to make this the most pleasurable experience of Brendon’s life. He knew he had a lot of competition with all of the many servants that Brendon had experienced over the years, but he was determined that he would do the best job Brendon had ever experienced because none of those other people had cared for the king as much as Ryan.
Ryan pulled back, flicking his tongue along the underside of Brendon’s head, and the young king moaned which inspired Ryan even more, and he took the Brendon’s sack into his hand and gently cupped it with his delicate fingers as he pushed the boy’s member back into his throat.
Ryan pulled him back to his tongue again and within moments the taste of Brendon was flooding his mouth.
He swallowed, trying to take in every sensation, the sweet warm liquid, the other boy’s hand clasped loosely in his hair, the softening of Brendon’s member in his mouth.
When Ryan pulled up and licked the last of the residue from his bottom lip, he carefully snuggled his body between Brendon’s arm and torso. The king wrapped his arms around the peasant, as through trying to pull their bodies so close together that they’d become one being.
Ryan had thought that would be the end of it, that Brendon had come and now they would sleep, or, at the least, do something else.
Ryan was surprised when he felt the other boy’s hand carefully push him onto his back, slide down the length of his stomach, and close around his own throbbing erection.
Brendon was a little unsure, as he had never done this to anyone other than himself, but he carefully started stroking his hand down Ryan’s shaft and rubbing his thumb over the head and against the slit.
Ryan’s breathing became heavier, and he turned his head to lock eyes with Brendon. They lay there, side by side, staring into each others eyes with Brendon stroking over Ryan’s arousal.
Ryan had to keep reminding himself, as it was so hard for it to entirely sink in, that the hand that was working so hard to pleasure him belonged to the king of England, and it was entirely probably that no one else had ever felt that particular skin, that particular movement, and that all of these things were a gift to him.
“Thank you,” Ryan muttered only half aware that the words had left his lips.
Brendon smiled.
“You don’t need to thank me. I want to.”
Brendon lightly pecked at Ryan’s lips and then pulled back so he could continue staring at the boy’s eyes which reminded him of a rich mixture of brown sugar and honey.
Ryan nudged his hand toward Brendon’s groin and began groping at the warmest, softest part of the king, which within moments was stiffening again as he began mimicking the other boy’s strokes.
Brendon slowly released Ryan’s member and ran his hand down over the lower parts of the peasant’s groin, then dipped between the boy’s legs again.
Brendon pressed the tip of one of his fingers inside of Ryan and let him adjust before continuing. He began sliding in and out of the boy, and Ryan picked up the pace of his hand stroking over Brendon’s shaft.
Brendon pulled out for a moment and then placed a second finger alongside his first. He tried to be as careful as possible.
Ryan’s nose crinkled at the discomfort, but he tried to suppress it for fear that Brendon would stop.
It felt odd, because Ryan had never been fingered before, and while it hurt, it still felt wonderful to be touched in such an intimate place.
Suddenly, all of the pain went away as Brendon pressed his fingers upward and managed to hit Ryan’s spot.
The boy was grateful that the prince wasn’t touching his erection as well because if he had been Ryan was sure he would have come at that very moment.
Ryan’s mouth dropped open, and his whole body froze. He even forgot to continue stroking Brendon, which was fine, because Brendon had other interests a the moment as well.
Ryan had never had anyone inside him with the direct intention of trying to cause such amazing sensation, and he could feel Brendon’s fingers rubbing over that spot again and again, building a steady rhythm
Brendon nudged his body between Ryan’s legs, lining himself up, and continuing the motion with his fingers that had the frailer boy paralyzed with concentration.
“I want inside of you,” Brendon stated, and it was meant as a request, though it probably didn’t come out as one. It was okay that it hadn’t though, as Ryan’s mind was too flooded with desire at the moment to have adequately responded.
In one swift motion Brendon removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his arousal.
“Ahh!” Ryan was snapped back to reality by the sudden pain which was enough to force his head towards his chest.
“Shh, it’ll feel better in a minute.”
Ryan nodded, and Brendon pushed a little deeper into the boy. Ryan’s eyes clinched shut. He didn’t understand how something he wanted so badly could hurt so much at the same time; it didn’t seem fair.
“Push out, towards me,” Brendon coaxed, “it’ll open you and make it easier.”
Brendon lightly gripped his hand on the outside of Ryan’s willowy thighs and pushed harder into the boy’s slim body.
Ryan felt like he was being split in two, but it was different from the pain of rape and branches and letter openers. This was caring, even if it did cause pain. There was love in every single one of Brendon’s movements.
“Hold on; I’ll get this over with,” Brendon whispered, and before Ryan had the chance to respond, he felt the king thrust all the way into him with one swift move.
Sparks shot in front of Ryan’s eyes, and he threw his hand up against Brendon’s stomach, trying to ward him off, but then his limbs wouldn’t cooperate anymore, and he felt the head of Brendon’s member dig fully into that wonderful spot, and colors swam in front of his pupils.
Yes, the pain had definitely been worth it.
When Brendon was sure Ryan had adjusted and could see the lust clouding in the boy’s eyes, he cautiously picked up a steady pace.
Every thrust felt like Ryan was going to come. The friction over his spot made him shudder a little in his stomach each time it happened, and he’d clamp down hard over Brendon.
For Brendon it was nearly as good. Ryan’s muscles clinched over him, stroking along his shaft with every thrust, and all of the boy felt warm and frail and delicate.
Brendon was astounded out of his mind by how beautiful Ryan was, Ryan’s slight chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his light brown eyes flaked with specks of darker colors near the center, his soft dark hair, and smooth pale skin. It was like a drug. The drug of Ryan, and he could never get enough.
Brendon’s thrusts were becoming more jagged now, and Ryan could feel a slight pinch to them, even with the masking pleasure that flooded his body each time Brendon entered it.
The rhythm was entirely unsteady now, and Brendon was fully slamming down into the boy beneath him. Ryan imagined he could feel the king prodding under his naval, and somehow the thought of Brendon tearing at his insides made it even better because this was the boy he loved even more than himself.
Brendon’s hand pushed heavily down on Ryan’s chest, pinning the boy to the bed as he continued to crash against the boy’s person.
Ryan was now powerless to Brendon’s domineering thrust, but instead of hating it, Ryan loved it. He never knew that giving up power, even for a few moments, could feel so good. He wished he could be powerless like this forever. Brendon rammed into him over and over, hitting against his spot, and staring at him with both lust and love all at the same time.
“I love you,” Ryan stumbled at the words, which were so quiet he was amazed the other boy seemed to hear them.
“I love you too,” Brendon muttered, punctuating each word with a jarring thrust, and then Ryan felt him press hard into him and climax directly onto his spot.
The heat of Brendon’s orgasm seared over his spot and the tiny rips inside of Ryan that the king had been causing.
Ryan felt as though in that moment he could feel every sensation in the world, and his own climax burst out of him even though nothing was touching his pulsing erection. It shot up onto his neck and stomach, and he thought for a second he might have passed out from the pleasure of it all.
When he came back down he realized that Brendon was kissing him, steadily pressing the other boy’s lips into his own.
The king pulled his head up, just a bit, keeping his nose still in contact with Ryan’s.
“That was the most amazing thing I have ever done in my entire life,” Brendon whispered, his body literally shaking from the afterglow.
“Me too,” Ryan smiled, and without ever pulling out of him, Brendon lay his head down into the crook of his lover’s neck, and together they went to sleep.
Ryan’s dreams had never been so pleasant. Gone were the battling monsters, and in their place were the faces of the people he loved... Spencer… his mother… Brendon… and while he missed the first two, it was still okay, because, despite his remarkable misfortunes, he had managed to find his own peculiar happy ending.
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