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Part Two Brendon sighed heavily, the pencil in his hand swirling across the paper in elegant swoops. He switched pencil colors and began carefully shading.
Spencer watched from the doorway, brow furrowed. He heard someone knock and went to answer with a sigh. He swung open the door.
“Pete? I-I thought you were with Ryan.”
“I was… Is Brendon busy?”
Spencer fidgeted. “Um… No?”
“Can I talk to him?”
“S-Sure.” Spencer muttered, moving to allow Pete inside. “He’s in the back.”
Pete nodded and headed towards the back. He peeked his head in and frowned. Brendon, who was usually so bouncy and full of life, was still and silent, eyes intent on whatever he was drawing.
“Bren?”
Brendon jumped with a small yelp and his head flew up, eyes wide. “Pete!” he squeaked.
“Hey, you busy? Can we talk? …I’m worried about Ryan.”
“Um… yah…. Just let me put this up.”
“It’s just… he got all these bruises and he won’t tell me what they’re from. He just flipped out and took off. Do you know what’s going on?”
Brendon finished putting his pencils away in the Ninja Turtle lunchbox he kept them in. He refused to meet Pete’s eyes as he shook his head.
“No…” Brendon muttered.
“I just want to be sure he’s not hurt… Or that I didn’t make it worse when we fucked.”
Brendon hit his head on the bunk above him while he tried to climb out. His sketch book dropped from his hands, sending loose papers across the bus floor. He looked up at Pete with wide, hurt eyes.
“You had sex? Today?”
Pete frowned. “Well, yah…”
Pete bent down and picked up a few of Brendon’s sketches. Brendon blinked at him. “Pete, no!”
Pete turned them over, his eyes widening. They were exquisitely done portraits of Ryan. Charcoals of Ryan sleeping, a gray-scale sketch of Ryan showering, pastels of Ryan playing, and the latest one, the only one done in colored pencil, a beautifully done sketch of exactly how Ryan looked during sex, sprawled across his scarlet sheets.
“What the fuck are these?” Pete asked.
“I -”
They both heard Spencer’s exclamation from the other room. “Ryan? Damn, you look like hell!”
Brendon turned just as Ryan threw his arms around Brendon’s neck. “Bren… God, Bren, I’m s-sorry.”
“Ryan, Pete’s here.” Brendon replied quietly, his voice coming out strangled.
Ryan opened the eyes he’d previous squeezed shut. He pulled away from Brendon, cheeks flushed.
“P-Pete…”
Pete looked from the pictures in his hands to Ryan. Understanding flooded him. “Oh.”
Tears slid down Ryan’s cheeks.
Pete bowed his head. “Do you love him?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Ryan whispered, tears still flowing.
Brendon’s jaw clenched. He would not allow Ryan to be hurt, no matter his own pain. “Ry…? Go to Spencer. I want to talk to Pete.”
Ryan shook his head. Brendon sighed and, ignoring Pete, took Ryan into his arms. “Just go. I promise, it’ll be okay.”
Ryan looked up into Brendon’s eyes and nodded hesitantly. He pulled away and left Pete and Brendon alone.
Brendon looked calmly into Pete’s eyes, “Do you love Ryan?”
Pete glared. “More than anything.”
“Yeah, well, I do, too. I love him enough to do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn’t hurt. I love him enough to let him go and I love him enough to share him.”
Pete’s eyebrows rose. “Share him?”
Brendon nodded sharply. “Not to make him choose.”
Pete bit his lip in thought. Could he do it? Could he share his Ryan? He remembered Ryan’s tears and made up his mind.
He nodded slowly. “For Ryan, I’ll do anything.”
Brendon turned and called for Ryan, who hesitantly returned. Brendon shot Pete a look and Pete nodded once more before Brendon took a deep breath and took Ryan’s hand.
“We’ve made decision. I love you, Ryan. And Pete loves you. Its unfair to make you choose between us.”
Pete came up and kissed Ryan, softly and lightly. To Brendon’s surprise, it didn’t hurt to watch. Maybe because he knew Pete really did love Ryan, too.
“So, we’re going to share.” Pete said with a grin when he pulled back.
It was Brendon’s turn to kiss Ryan as Pete circled around behind the guitarist. Brendon pressed his lips against Ryan’s, flicking his tongue out and begging for entrance. Ryan’s huge eyes fluttered shut and he opened his mouth for Brendon, gasping as Pete’s calloused fingers dragged across the baby soft skin above his waistband.
Brendon’s fingers expertly undid the buttons of Ryan’s deep purple silk shirt. Pete pulled the shirt from Ryan’s shoulders and pressed kisses to the skin he exposed. Ryan groaned, a sound that was lost in Brendon’s mouth.
Pete’s rough hands stroked up and down Ryan’s sides as Brendon unbuttoned the pinstripes Ryan wore. They slipped from his narrow hips and Ryan stepped out of them. Pete kicked them away, hands dipping lower to skim Ryan’s hips and thighs.
Ryan shuddered violently. Brendon pulled away with a faint smile, pressing kisses along the other side of Ryan’s throat, loving the way Ryan mewed in response.
Pete backed away and Ryan’s eyes shot open. He groaned his disappointment and Pete just chuckled. Pete unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off before tugging his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned and unzipping his pants before shimmying out of them. He pressed against Ryan once more, earning a strangled groan of pleasure from the smaller boy.
It was Brendon’s turn to pull away. Ryan kissed him passionately before spinning and kissing Pete instead.
Brendon unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground. He toed off his shoes and socks as his fingers gracefully undid his belt. His eyes never left Ryan and Pete as he stripped himself of his black girl-jeans.
Brendon stepped behind Ryan, pulling him closer and pressing his achingly hard cock against Ryan. Ryan let out a loud, low moan into Pete’s mouth, his clutching hands at Pete’s hips dragging him closer and grinding their erections together. Pete gasped and pulled away, falling to his knees and searching through his hoodie before triumphantly standing with lube in hand.
Brendon blinked. “You carry lube with you?” He asked in surprise.
Pete shrugged. “Only when Ryan’s around.” He said, pressing the small tube into Ryan’s hand and gently turning him to face Brendon. Brendon got the message loud and clear: Pete was topping Ryan tonight.
Ryan wasted no time directing Brendon onto a bed, legs spread and exposed. Ryan smiled and lay between Brendon’s spread legs, kissing him gently.
“I won’t hurt you, Brendon.” Ryan whispered. Brendon nodded. He trusted Ryan completely.
Brendon jumped slightly when Ryan’s lube-slicked finger began to probe him gently. Brendon tensed at the unfamiliar intrusion, but relaxed quickly, trying to concentrate on the reassuring words flowing from Ryan’s perfect mouth. He hardly noticed when the second or third finger was added until Ryan twisted his fingers sharply and brushed Brendon’s prostate.
“Fuck, Ryan!”
Ryan grinned and removed his fingers. He lubed his hard cock before slowly slipping inside Brendon. Brendon winced at the initial pain and Ryan gave him a gentle kiss.
“Shush, Bren… It’ll get better soon.” Ryan whispered, slipping deeper until he was fully sheathed inside Brendon. Brendon whimpered and Ryan kissed him again. “Can I move, babe?”
Brendon took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
Ryan began thrusting, keeping his pace slow and gentle until the pain faded from Brendon’s face. Ryan shifted his angle slightly and was rewarded with a loud, pleased moan.
Pete watched intently as Ryan carefully prepared Brendon. Whatever lingering doubts he had vanished as he climbed up behind Ryan. Ryan moved in and out of Brendon and without warning, Pete thrusted inside Ryan.
Ryan cried out and arched his back, his mouth ripping away from Brendon’s. Brendon screamed in pleasure as Ryan was driven deeper into him. His fingernails bit into Ryan’s shoulders, causing a light flow of blood.
Ryan rocked back against Pete before he was driven back into Brendon. Pete thrusted harder and faster, angling to hit Ryan’s prostate every time.
Brendon arched up into Ryan and came with a strangled scream of his name. Seconds later, Pete shuddered and came within Ryan with a shaky gasp. Ryan let out a scream as he, too, came.
They fell into an exhausted heap. Pete withdrew from Ryan, pulling him out of Brendon and into his arms. Brendon cuddled up behind Ryan, pulling a thin sheet over them.
When Spencer looked in on them a few minutes later, the entwined three-some brought a smile to his face. He grabbed Jon’s arm as he tried to pass and just shook his head. Jon shoved him off, looked in, and quickly retreated.
“I think we should just sleep on the couch.” Jon mumbled, turning funny colors.
Spencer laughed and followed the bassist back out into the living area. He needed to call Haley. She owed him fifty bucks.
THE END!!!
A/N part 2: In Part One, the song used is “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. I do not claim to own it, I just find it very beautiful and romantic and thought it fit the scene well.