The Webs We Weave (8/?)
Title: The Webs We Weave
Author: godlessrain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe, Pete Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary: Eight random people, with only one thing in common; the flight they're on.
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
Beta: Lisa
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Ryan froze when Brendon's warm lips pressed against his. He tensed, all his instincts kicking in, years on the streets preparing him to reject any human contact. He hadn't been kissed in years. He wasn't exactly celibate, he had a few random fucks every once in a while, but the intimate act of kissing was left out. He hardly noticed he was kissing back, until Brendon rested his hands on his waist, running his tongue over Ryan's bottom lip gently. Ryan really doesn't hesitate, before pushing Brendon away roughly.
"What the fuck?" he growls, glaring at the shocked, wide-eyed boy.
"I-I. . .Ryan, I thought--"
"Well, you thought wrong didn't you?" snaps Ryan, "If my message wasn't clear the first time, I'll say it again. I'm. Not. Interested."
Brendon's brown eyes fill up, and he sniffles quietly, darting away. Ryan stares after him, fuming, and stunned.
"That was cold."
Ryan turns to see Jon peering at him, disappointment etched in his face.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you seriously just push Brendon away? He's been pining after you ever since we landed here, you finally start being civil to him, and then you turn around, and break his heart."
"I did not break his heart, thanks. And I'm pretty damn sure it's my business, and my choice who I like."
Ryan was aware that he sounded like a thirteen year old girl.
"I agree with that, if not for the fact I know you like Brendon. You didn't have to be such a bitch either."
That's the last straw for Ryan. No one speaks for him, or call him a bitch. He punches Jon in the jaw, pleased to hear a sharp crack, and strides away.
Ryan wanders far away, not concerned with finding his way back. What does it matter anyways? He's gonna die out here, for sure. He eventually collapses on the other side of the beach, head pounding, and damn, he needs a fix. He would be exuberant for some weed, of all things. Anything. He must have dosed off, because when he opens his eyes again the sun is setting, coloring the whole sky in gold, and red, and purple. Ryan has to admit it's nice. Pretty maybe. Beautiful, if he was pushing it. The sudden image of endless pools of brown, and a perfect set of lips, pops into his head, and he swears, kicking at the sand. He sets off, making sure to wade into the water, and stay there, in order to actually make it back. Not that he's lonely or anything. The sun has set by the time he makes it back, but it's easier to see the fire. He hesitates on the edge of the trees. Brendon is on the other side of the fire, pouting, Jon's arm around him. Spencer and Patrick are talking. Pete is watching Patrick, and idly chatting with Gabe. Princess Beckett is where. . .?
"You're back."
Ryan jumps, and scowls. He's sick of people sneaking up on him.
"Obviously."
"I think your kid missed you." William nods at Brendon.
"He's not my kid."
"Looks like he's somebody's kid."
Ryan smirks.
"Yeah, he does."
William lifts his eyes to Ryan's, a sexy cock to his hips, a smirk on his lips. Ryan swallowed. William was exactly the kind of guy he would usually go for; willowy, conceited, pretty enough to be girly, but able to remind Ryan that he definitely had a cock.
"And where's your puppy?" questioned Ryan, lifting an eyebrow.
William glanced over at the fire.
"He's busy."
"Are you?" Ryan asks, his voice dropping huskily.
William's eyes darken slightly, and he leans in, cool breath ghosting over Ryan's face.
"I am now."
Then another pair of lips are on Ryan's, but he's not pushing away this time. He's leaning into the slightly taller frame, letting William slip his hands under his shirt, running over his chest. William pulls him deeper into the forest, and then they're illuminated by the moonlight, falling to the sandy beach. Their lips met again, and Ryan decided this was almost as good as a fix.
Ryan was woken by William shaking him, none too gently.
"Get up," he hissed, "They're calling us. I don't know about you--nor do I really care--but, I don't want to have them find us naked together."
Ryan sighed, standing up, and pulling on his dirty boxers, grimacing. Maybe he would wash them today. He yanked on the rest of his clothes, glancing at William, having to appreciate his body in the daylight. He was caught staring, and William smirked.
"We're gonna file this under the 'one night stand'."
"Well, of course," Ryan replied, rolling his eyes.
"Now I'll go back, and you come back soon. Pretend you were still off sulking."
Ryan ignored the jab, and nodded. William gave him one last sultry look, before melting off into the trees. Ryan skulked around for awhile longer, before returning back. Neither Brendon, or Jon would look at him. Jon had a bruise on his jaw, and he got a slightly dirty glare from Pete. William gave him a knowing look. Gabe looked confused, as was whispering to William, no doubt asking where he'd been. Ryan felt a little guilty; he had nothing against Gabe, and he had just slept with the guy he was obviously into. He closed his eyes, leaning against a tree.
"I know what you, and William did."
Ryan looked up to see Pete sitting next to him. Ryan was slightly amused to see Pete trying to look menacing.
"And?"
"And, I swear if you hurt Brendon anymore, I will personally kill you."
Ryan let out a short, harsh chuckle.
"Good luck with that, Pete."
Pete narrowed his eyes, glowering at Ryan, before stalking away. William met his eyes, grin widening. Gabe followed his eyes, looking at Ryan oddly. Ryan quickly looked away, meeting Brendon's eyes. They were hurt, and confused, and angry, but Ryan was sure he caught a hint of amusement. Ryan offered him a small smile, inclining his head at the spot next to him. Brendon's smile faded, and he shook his head softly. Ryan internally sighed. Apparently small smiles couldn't fix it.
Author: godlessrain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe, Pete Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary: Eight random people, with only one thing in common; the flight they're on.
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
Beta: Lisa
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven
Ryan froze when Brendon's warm lips pressed against his. He tensed, all his instincts kicking in, years on the streets preparing him to reject any human contact. He hadn't been kissed in years. He wasn't exactly celibate, he had a few random fucks every once in a while, but the intimate act of kissing was left out. He hardly noticed he was kissing back, until Brendon rested his hands on his waist, running his tongue over Ryan's bottom lip gently. Ryan really doesn't hesitate, before pushing Brendon away roughly.
"What the fuck?" he growls, glaring at the shocked, wide-eyed boy.
"I-I. . .Ryan, I thought--"
"Well, you thought wrong didn't you?" snaps Ryan, "If my message wasn't clear the first time, I'll say it again. I'm. Not. Interested."
Brendon's brown eyes fill up, and he sniffles quietly, darting away. Ryan stares after him, fuming, and stunned.
"That was cold."
Ryan turns to see Jon peering at him, disappointment etched in his face.
"Excuse me?"
"Did you seriously just push Brendon away? He's been pining after you ever since we landed here, you finally start being civil to him, and then you turn around, and break his heart."
"I did not break his heart, thanks. And I'm pretty damn sure it's my business, and my choice who I like."
Ryan was aware that he sounded like a thirteen year old girl.
"I agree with that, if not for the fact I know you like Brendon. You didn't have to be such a bitch either."
That's the last straw for Ryan. No one speaks for him, or call him a bitch. He punches Jon in the jaw, pleased to hear a sharp crack, and strides away.
Ryan wanders far away, not concerned with finding his way back. What does it matter anyways? He's gonna die out here, for sure. He eventually collapses on the other side of the beach, head pounding, and damn, he needs a fix. He would be exuberant for some weed, of all things. Anything. He must have dosed off, because when he opens his eyes again the sun is setting, coloring the whole sky in gold, and red, and purple. Ryan has to admit it's nice. Pretty maybe. Beautiful, if he was pushing it. The sudden image of endless pools of brown, and a perfect set of lips, pops into his head, and he swears, kicking at the sand. He sets off, making sure to wade into the water, and stay there, in order to actually make it back. Not that he's lonely or anything. The sun has set by the time he makes it back, but it's easier to see the fire. He hesitates on the edge of the trees. Brendon is on the other side of the fire, pouting, Jon's arm around him. Spencer and Patrick are talking. Pete is watching Patrick, and idly chatting with Gabe. Princess Beckett is where. . .?
"You're back."
Ryan jumps, and scowls. He's sick of people sneaking up on him.
"Obviously."
"I think your kid missed you." William nods at Brendon.
"He's not my kid."
"Looks like he's somebody's kid."
Ryan smirks.
"Yeah, he does."
William lifts his eyes to Ryan's, a sexy cock to his hips, a smirk on his lips. Ryan swallowed. William was exactly the kind of guy he would usually go for; willowy, conceited, pretty enough to be girly, but able to remind Ryan that he definitely had a cock.
"And where's your puppy?" questioned Ryan, lifting an eyebrow.
William glanced over at the fire.
"He's busy."
"Are you?" Ryan asks, his voice dropping huskily.
William's eyes darken slightly, and he leans in, cool breath ghosting over Ryan's face.
"I am now."
Then another pair of lips are on Ryan's, but he's not pushing away this time. He's leaning into the slightly taller frame, letting William slip his hands under his shirt, running over his chest. William pulls him deeper into the forest, and then they're illuminated by the moonlight, falling to the sandy beach. Their lips met again, and Ryan decided this was almost as good as a fix.
Ryan was woken by William shaking him, none too gently.
"Get up," he hissed, "They're calling us. I don't know about you--nor do I really care--but, I don't want to have them find us naked together."
Ryan sighed, standing up, and pulling on his dirty boxers, grimacing. Maybe he would wash them today. He yanked on the rest of his clothes, glancing at William, having to appreciate his body in the daylight. He was caught staring, and William smirked.
"We're gonna file this under the 'one night stand'."
"Well, of course," Ryan replied, rolling his eyes.
"Now I'll go back, and you come back soon. Pretend you were still off sulking."
Ryan ignored the jab, and nodded. William gave him one last sultry look, before melting off into the trees. Ryan skulked around for awhile longer, before returning back. Neither Brendon, or Jon would look at him. Jon had a bruise on his jaw, and he got a slightly dirty glare from Pete. William gave him a knowing look. Gabe looked confused, as was whispering to William, no doubt asking where he'd been. Ryan felt a little guilty; he had nothing against Gabe, and he had just slept with the guy he was obviously into. He closed his eyes, leaning against a tree.
"I know what you, and William did."
Ryan looked up to see Pete sitting next to him. Ryan was slightly amused to see Pete trying to look menacing.
"And?"
"And, I swear if you hurt Brendon anymore, I will personally kill you."
Ryan let out a short, harsh chuckle.
"Good luck with that, Pete."
Pete narrowed his eyes, glowering at Ryan, before stalking away. William met his eyes, grin widening. Gabe followed his eyes, looking at Ryan oddly. Ryan quickly looked away, meeting Brendon's eyes. They were hurt, and confused, and angry, but Ryan was sure he caught a hint of amusement. Ryan offered him a small smile, inclining his head at the spot next to him. Brendon's smile faded, and he shook his head softly. Ryan internally sighed. Apparently small smiles couldn't fix it.