Lullaby [20/20] PART ONE
Title: Lullaby
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William. The two are happy with their lives, but Ryan suggests adoption. Brendon agrees, but isn't sure how things will work out.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Title and song lyrics belong to The Spill Canvas <3
Beta: victoria4_xo THIS CHAPTER NOT BETA'D
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: tailover5, santisantisanti, melissaphobia, courtneyxrofl, panic_4_me_baby
Previous
You’ve been having those nightmares night after night. You never find out if Jenny ever dies, or if she makes it, but no matter what you always wake up in a sweat. You usually end up throwing up afterwards, also, with Brendon behind you, holding back your hair and rubbing your back.
This morning is no exception.
“God I am so sick of this!” you shout as you lean back onto Brendon. This has been going on for three weeks straight-almost a month-and you really wish it would just stop already.
“It’s okay, Ry. Are you still having those nightmares?”
“Yeah. Think they’re the cause of this?”
“Probably so. It’s not like you’re running a fever or anything, so you’re not sick. Maybe you just can’t live without me or Jenny.”
“Or Spencer,” you says as you nuzzle yourself into his embrace. You really couldn’t live without any of the three things mentioned. “I think I’m okay,” you say.
“You sure, baby? ‘Cause yesterday you thought so too and I had to wash the sheets.”
You want to laugh at that, but the thought that maybe something disgusting would come up instead quickly diminishes that. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you say again. Brendon helps you up and back into bed. You hate staying in bed all day long, and normally you don’t, but today you just don’t feel like getting up. It’s Sunday, anyways, so it’s not like there’s much for you to do. Normally after your session with your good friend Mr. Toilet, you usually sleep for another hour or so and then shower before carrying on with your normal routine. It usually never slows you down. Today, though, is not a good day.
“I’m gonna go check on Jenny,” Brendon says as he puts you back in bed, already getting used to this little routine you have going on. He kisses you cheek and heads for her room which gives you plenty of time to think. Bad, bad idea.
You don’t want to fall asleep today. Not this time. You’re afraid that if you do fall asleep, you just might find out if Jenny dies or not. You don’t want to find out, so you try preoccupy your mind with thinking of whatever. That ‘whatever’ just so happens to be the last time you and Brendon had sex… You remember that like it was yesterday. You and him, alone, at the lake, in the moonlight, and how romantic it was. Nothing could’ve been more special to you.
Now that you think about it, it was a week or two-maybe three or four. You don’t know; you don’t keep up with that-that you started getting sick. It was probably just the cold night air on your body. It’s nothing to be concerned about, really, because you get sick really easily. You being in the cold night air, all night with no clothes on, would probably put you at a high risk for getting sick.
Your cell phone rings from the bed beside you and it’s Spencer calling. You can tell from the ringtone. You’ve told him about the dreams and the morning sickness, but he’s guy too. What the fuck would he know? Wait, a high school boy at that.
“Hello?” you say.
“Feeling any better?”
“Nope, not at all.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe you’re pregnant.”
You literally laugh out loud. “Spencer, in case you haven’t noticed, I have a penis, which makes me a guy. I can’t get pregnant!”
“You never know, Ry. Hayley had nightmares when she found out she was pregnant.”
“Wait you got Hayley pregnant?”
“Not the point.”
“It is now.”
“It wasn’t mine now shut the fuck up and listen to me.”
“Well damn, mister grouchy pants. I’m just trying to get some information about you.”
“Sorry, sorry. But seriously. Get Brendon and Jenny out of the house and I’ll bring a pregnancy test by. It couldn’t hurt…”
Spencer was absolutely right. It couldn’t hurt at all. Except the fact that you’re a guy, not a girl, with a fucking penis, not a vagina, and that you don’t have a uterus, and that you take it up the fucking ass. Yes, there are a lot of similarities there; can you see it?
“Alright,” you say, basically to amuse Spencer. Besides, you haven’t seen him in days so what could it hurt? “Be here at like, noon tomorrow. I’ve got shit to do today.”
“Okay. Bye RyRo.”
“Bye Spen.”
~~~
Stupid? Yes. Does it mean something? Yes. Will I tell you what? No, you'll see part 3. (: I have this completely finished now (in my head, of course!) and only one. person. knows. Good luck! Comments are appreciated and I'm sorry about last chapter! Hah, barely sick now, so. (: <33333
Author: hearts_lust
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Gabe/William, slight mentions of Spencer/Jon
POV: Second, Ryan.
Summary: Brendon and Ryan are married and live next door to Gabe and William. The two are happy with their lives, but Ryan suggests adoption. Brendon agrees, but isn't sure how things will work out.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Title and song lyrics belong to The Spill Canvas <3
Beta: victoria4_xo THIS CHAPTER NOT BETA'D
Author Notes: If you haven't read Just Face It; You Need Me, this probably won't make sense. But who knows.
Dedications: tailover5, santisantisanti, melissaphobia, courtneyxrofl, panic_4_me_baby
Previous
You’ve been having those nightmares night after night. You never find out if Jenny ever dies, or if she makes it, but no matter what you always wake up in a sweat. You usually end up throwing up afterwards, also, with Brendon behind you, holding back your hair and rubbing your back.
This morning is no exception.
“God I am so sick of this!” you shout as you lean back onto Brendon. This has been going on for three weeks straight-almost a month-and you really wish it would just stop already.
“It’s okay, Ry. Are you still having those nightmares?”
“Yeah. Think they’re the cause of this?”
“Probably so. It’s not like you’re running a fever or anything, so you’re not sick. Maybe you just can’t live without me or Jenny.”
“Or Spencer,” you says as you nuzzle yourself into his embrace. You really couldn’t live without any of the three things mentioned. “I think I’m okay,” you say.
“You sure, baby? ‘Cause yesterday you thought so too and I had to wash the sheets.”
You want to laugh at that, but the thought that maybe something disgusting would come up instead quickly diminishes that. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you say again. Brendon helps you up and back into bed. You hate staying in bed all day long, and normally you don’t, but today you just don’t feel like getting up. It’s Sunday, anyways, so it’s not like there’s much for you to do. Normally after your session with your good friend Mr. Toilet, you usually sleep for another hour or so and then shower before carrying on with your normal routine. It usually never slows you down. Today, though, is not a good day.
“I’m gonna go check on Jenny,” Brendon says as he puts you back in bed, already getting used to this little routine you have going on. He kisses you cheek and heads for her room which gives you plenty of time to think. Bad, bad idea.
You don’t want to fall asleep today. Not this time. You’re afraid that if you do fall asleep, you just might find out if Jenny dies or not. You don’t want to find out, so you try preoccupy your mind with thinking of whatever. That ‘whatever’ just so happens to be the last time you and Brendon had sex… You remember that like it was yesterday. You and him, alone, at the lake, in the moonlight, and how romantic it was. Nothing could’ve been more special to you.
Now that you think about it, it was a week or two-maybe three or four. You don’t know; you don’t keep up with that-that you started getting sick. It was probably just the cold night air on your body. It’s nothing to be concerned about, really, because you get sick really easily. You being in the cold night air, all night with no clothes on, would probably put you at a high risk for getting sick.
Your cell phone rings from the bed beside you and it’s Spencer calling. You can tell from the ringtone. You’ve told him about the dreams and the morning sickness, but he’s guy too. What the fuck would he know? Wait, a high school boy at that.
“Hello?” you say.
“Feeling any better?”
“Nope, not at all.”
“I’m sorry. Maybe you’re pregnant.”
You literally laugh out loud. “Spencer, in case you haven’t noticed, I have a penis, which makes me a guy. I can’t get pregnant!”
“You never know, Ry. Hayley had nightmares when she found out she was pregnant.”
“Wait you got Hayley pregnant?”
“Not the point.”
“It is now.”
“It wasn’t mine now shut the fuck up and listen to me.”
“Well damn, mister grouchy pants. I’m just trying to get some information about you.”
“Sorry, sorry. But seriously. Get Brendon and Jenny out of the house and I’ll bring a pregnancy test by. It couldn’t hurt…”
Spencer was absolutely right. It couldn’t hurt at all. Except the fact that you’re a guy, not a girl, with a fucking penis, not a vagina, and that you don’t have a uterus, and that you take it up the fucking ass. Yes, there are a lot of similarities there; can you see it?
“Alright,” you say, basically to amuse Spencer. Besides, you haven’t seen him in days so what could it hurt? “Be here at like, noon tomorrow. I’ve got shit to do today.”
“Okay. Bye RyRo.”
“Bye Spen.”
~~~
Stupid? Yes. Does it mean something? Yes. Will I tell you what? No, you'll see part 3. (: I have this completely finished now (in my head, of course!) and only one. person. knows. Good luck! Comments are appreciated and I'm sorry about last chapter! Hah, barely sick now, so. (: <33333