Fire On Your Tongue
Title: Fire On Your Tongue
Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan, Pete/Brendon, implied Pete/Ryan
Summary: My first contribution to the cultverse, started by the wonderful queenofhell. Brendon is having difficulty accepting the importance of the Message.
Word Count: 2853
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to __killingtime for the on-the-fly beta. Guys, you don't even know. My tinhat is so firmly stapled in place that I read cultverse fic and go, Well obviously this needs Brendon/Ryan!
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"Don't you get it?" Ryan hisses, eyes fever-bright. "This is it. This is making a difference, this is, this is real, this is what it's all about. This is- this is salvation."
Brendon shakes his head hard, clearing it, squinting his eyes tightly shut. "No, no, no."
Pete lays a gentle hand over Ryan's shoulder, draws him back, leans into him, murmuring. "That's enough. Go sit with Andy, I'll stay with him."
Reluctantly, Ryan falls back to his haunches, crawls out of the back of the van. He moves automatically, walking slowly across the parking lot to the truck where Joe and Andy have gathered, tense and quiet. It's the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, warm California air weighing heavy on them. Brent, Spencer, and Patrick are sound asleep at the apartment. Ryan wishes briefly that he were, too; they have a long drive back to Vegas in the morning, but this is too important. Too big. He can't expect Pete to handle it alone, Brendon needs him.
"How's it going?" Joe asks.
"Rough," Ryan admits. "He's-. I don't know."
"Is it the Mormon thing?" Joe asks, eyes narrowed.
"Maybe," Ryan allows. "I don't know, I. I mean. I don't know what I'm going to do if he doesn't- you know."
"It'll be fine," Andy assures him. "Come on, Ryan, it's. It's Pete, and Brendon will get it, don't worry. He'll understand."
"He's my- I don't know," Ryan says, distressed. "I need him, Andy."
"He's your voice," Andy says. "I get it, okay? I see Patrick with Pete, all right? I know what you're talking about. You're nothing without it, but he's nothing without you, too, and that counts for something."
Ryan bites his lip, hard. "I hope you're right."
"Pete's not worried," Joe says calmly. "Why should you be?"
"Yeah," Ryan says, placated. "And Spencer's not going to be a problem. He'll understand, I know he will. He understands these things. Always has."
"Brent?" Joe asks shrewdly. Ryan pauses.
"I think," he says, terse. "We'll see."
Andy nods sagely. "You should get some rest." Ryan shakes his head minutely and Joe meets Andy's gaze, nods.
"It's better that you don't," Joe says. "This is important. This part, right here, it's big." He pauses to take a long pull from the water bottle in his hands. "He's going to need you more than ever when Pete's done with him." He glances over at Andy, looking for permission, almost. "I mean, you remember how it was. When you finally let him in."
"Like seeing the world anew," Ryan says softly, staring off into the distance. Andy and Joe fall back, leave him to his introspection.
--
Brendon's on his back now, spread below Pete, open and breaking, a little, cracks in the exterior. His lips move slowly, Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, and that's when Pete slaps him across his cheek, hard, "No."
A sharp sucking gasp of breath, fresh tears.
"Hallowed be my name, Brendon, don't you see?" Pete murmurs, leaning his weight further against Brendon's wrists, caught up together above his head. Brendon whimpers low in his throat, struggling, and Pete pushes his hips down harder against Brendon's belly, leans down and kisses softly at his mouth. Brendon thrashes, fruitlessly. "Don't you want to believe, be a part of something, something real, something beautiful?" Pete lips at the soft line of Brendon's jaw, tender even as he shifts his forearm across Brendon's throat, leaning gently into him. Brendon's breathing harder than ever now, moaning low. "You'll be Ryan's voice, Brendon, not mine, you'll be all his, all his and won't you like that? You'll be preaching truth, you know, this is what's real, what's important. Don't you want to be a believer?" Pete pulls back then, letting Brendon choke for air.
"I am a believer," Brendon sobs, "I've been saved, I am, I believe, I believe in God, the Father, the Almighty-"
"No," Pete says, more harshly this time, sliding down, separating Brendon's arms and pinning them to the hard floor of the van. "He can't save you, not the way you're doing it. I can save you, I can and I will. Ryan's chosen you, and I've chosen you for Ryan, the two of you. I can make you whole by bonding you to him, making you his, you are, you will be, you have been." He slips easily between Brendon's naked thighs, ankles bound tightly with duct tape.
Brendon lets out a howl of despair almost, more tears, shaking with it.
"I won't do anything," Pete says gently, "not until you ask me, this is for you to want. I can't save you unless you want to be saved. You need it, believe me, you do, but you can't be saved unless you want it."
"I am, I am," Brendon sobs. "Ohh, God, ohh God," and Pete kisses his belly, cradles him close, whispers into his skin. "This isn't salvation, I don't, I don't, I can't, I don't want this, leave me- I, I, you're, this, no, God, Ryan-" he cuts off then, wailing and shaking with it.
"Yes," Pete soothes, "yes, that's right, Ryan is the one, it's Ryan. He's yours and you're his."
"Sin, sin, sin," Brendon chants, choking and shuddering.
"Yes, yes, that's right," Pete murmurs, "Ryan can save you, Ryan can do his part, he only wants to help me save the world from its sin, you see, there's sin everywhere, we're here to help, to do away with it. Don't you see, Brendon, it's all falling apart, it's all going to come crashing. But we can help it, we can save them, we need you, need your voice. Ryan needs you. He needs you, I need you, the world needs you."
Brendon cries out again, but stays still, lets Pete kiss and lick over his sweat-slick flesh. "Ryan, Ryan," and Pete nods.
"Good," he croons, "you're getting it."
"No," Brendon moans. "I- no. I know what salvation is, this, this isn't. This is, this is damnation, you're- you're leading me to hell, you're leading us to hell, this is wrong, it's bad, it's dirty-"
"Wrong," Pete says softly and bites down viciously. Brendon just cries harder.
"I want to be saved, I want to be cleansed," he whimpers, and Pete kisses him again.
"Go on," he murmurs. The timbre of Brendon's voice has changed, now, stronger. He's starting to break apart once and for all. He's wilder, bucking up and down, Pete is having a hard time keeping him still but it's going to be so fucking worth it.
"This isn't the path, this is the road to hell, please," Brendon babbles. "I need, I want to help, I want to save people from hell, I'm going to go on a mission where they need me, I'm going to bring them the Word, I am, I, I am going to save them, save their souls," and Pete nods.
"Yes, yes, that's right," Pete says. "But don't you see? You're preaching a dying truth, people aren't getting it anymore, there's sin everywhere and it's not scaring anyone, anymore. We have to get the message to them in a different way, so that they're not threatened, so that they listen, really, so it gets them, so they're truly saved. That's where you and Ryan come in, where you need Brent and Spencer, too, where it all comes in. You're going to slip it into them until they don't even realize, don't you understand?"
Brendon jerks beneath him, "I don't-"
"You're going to save them and they're going to thank you without knowing right away," Pete instructs. "You're going to save them from their sins with Ryan's words, and they'll get it on their own, they'll come to the light, and you. You'll be the one singing it out to them. They'll hear your voice and they'll know, they'll be converted, they'll be saved like you and me." Brendon squirms below him, but it's different now. Zealous.
"Save them, lead me not into temptation," he intones, mindless again.
"Yes, yes, you and Ryan, lead them away," Pete murmurs earnestly. "Lead them out of darkness into the light."
"I-?" Brendon's eyes are still shut tightly, and Pete stands up.
"Stay," he says quietly and Brendon does.
--
Ryan stands up sharply when Pete emerges, looking worn but victorious. "It's time," he says simply, and Ryan walks, full of purpose, to the van.
Andy and Joe exchange a look, turn and get in the truck, Joe behind the wheel.
"We're getting started, now, for real," Andy says as the engine roars to life, as they head towards the freeway and head north to Los Angeles.
--
Ryan climbs inside the van and his breath catches in his throat when he sees Brendon. Ryan was the one who stripped the clothing from his body, helped Pete hold him down to tape his limbs together, force him down, but this is different. Brendon's not resisting any more. He's broken, now, he's a part of it, Ryan can see this as clearly as though it were branded into his flesh.
His gaze flickers to Pete, and he sees the truth there, Brendon's broken and he must be put back together. It's for Ryan to do this, because Brendon is his. He knows this, now; he had an idea before, but seeing Brendon like this cements him. Pete has chosen them and has chosen Brendon for him, Ryan knows. He must have.
"Open your eyes," Pete says softly, and Brendon doesn't resist, now. The first thing he sees is Ryan and he sits up immediately, drawn to him.
"I need-" he gasps. "You can save me, right?"
"Yes," Ryan breathes. "Yes, yes, I want to. Are you ready?"
Brendon can't speak, can only nod, and Ryan shakes his head, "No, no, I need to hear it," he murmurs, not looking to Pete for the approval he knows is there.
"I don't-" Brendon whines, "I don't know how to-"
"I'll give you the words," Ryan assures him, stroking his hair, gently. "Don't worry about what you're saying, just how you're saying it. I have all the words, Brendon, all of them, all for you to say, for you to sing, you can do it, I know you can. Pete is here to show us the way, Pete and Patrick, they'll help us spread the message."
"Yes, yes," Brendon says fervently. "Give them to me, Ryan, give me the words, please, I need, I want, I want to be saved, I want to save-"
"Shhh," Ryan murmurs, kissing him. Brendon arches up into it, kisses him back clumsily. Pete reaches down and rips the tape from Brendon's ankles. Brendon shouts in brief pain, subdued when Ryan kisses him again, hungrily this time, sucking at Brendon's tongue. Ryan glances over at Pete, who nods once.
"On your knees," Ryan instructs and Brendon scrambles to obey, eyes locked with Ryan's, wide and his face wet with tears that are just now stopping. Pete finds lube and slicks his fingers up, pushes just the tip of one into Brendon, testing, seeing if he'll take it. "I want you to take it," Ryan murmurs. "Take Pete like I did."
"Yes, yes, yes, anything," Brendon gasps and Pete works him open, scissoring his fingers and stretching him. Brendon spasms as Pete strokes across his prostate, and Ryan kisses him again, sucks the residue of tears from his skin.
"Good, you're doing so well," Ryan murmurs and Pete lines himself up, pushes slowly into Brendon, sliding in just a little before drawing out, pushing in farther with each inward thrust. Brendon moans low in his throat, heavy and pleased, wanting it, pushing back against Pete.
"You want it now, don't you?" Ryan sighs, knocking his forehead against Brendon's, and he nods, barely holding back his cries as Pete fucks him hard and fast, takes him higher to ecstasy.
"You, you, you, you, you, youyouyouyouyou," Brendon whimpers, and Pete takes the cue, slides away and strokes his cock, groaning as he spills over the smooth curve of Brendon's ass.
Ryan pushes him down to his back again, straddles him in one swift move, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, lets it rest against Brendon's mouth. Brendon parts his lips eagerly, awkwardly licking at the head. He doesn't close his eyes, stares up at Ryan and nods, wants it, pleads with his eyes and Ryan fucks into his mouth, wet and sloppy. Brendon chokes around him, throat constricting, but doesn't wait for or ask Ryan to stop, just tilts his neck, trying to find a better angle, wordlessly begging Ryan for more. It's not long before Ryan's speeding up, losing control, and Brendon jerks his head back, opens his mouth wider as Ryan tenses up and comes, the first spurt right into Brendon's mouth. Brendon swallows greedily but seals his lips together, then, letting the rest fall across his jaw and neck, reveling in it, in the evidence of Ryan.
Brendon's writhing for it now, restless and witless for release and Ryan lifts his hips up, pulls his pants down and lets Pete slick him up, plunge two blunt fingers into him at once before he settles down on Brendon's cock. Brendon cries out as Ryan fucks himself down onto Brendon, bounces on his cock and tightens as best he can around Brendon.
"I, I," he cries out, and Ryan nods, straining with the effort of it all.
"Yes, that's right, that's good, come for me, inside me, yes," Ryan grunts and Brendon snaps his hips up, thrusting and trusting mindlessly. Ryan slams down onto Brendon, gripping his hands and cupping them to his hipbones. Brendon's fingertips scrabble at his flesh and he convulses as he comes, hot and thick, eyes open through it all, tearing up again.
Ryan pulls off Brendon and curls around him, kissing him again and again while Pete watches from the corner, pleased and satisfied.
--
When they get back to the apartment, Pete takes Brendon to the bathroom, runs the bathtub and lets him slide in, boneless and quiet. He cradles Brendon's skull in his hand, silent, dipping it back to the water. Brendon flails briefly, "No," he gasps, "Ryan," and Pete understands. Brendon is looking at this like baptism, he needs Ryan here for this.
"You're right, that's good," Pete murmurs and kisses his forehead. "You're going to do so well, you're already doing so well."
"Yes," Brendon says peaceably, and sits still in the water, utterly at ease, now. Pete marvels.
--
Spencer sits up as Ryan slips into the shared bedroom, rummaging for his toiletries bag. He doesn't say anything to Ryan, just gives him a look, confused, scared, a little.
"Later," Ryan promises. "I mean it." He lifts one long delicate finger to his lips.
Spencer nods and settles back down to the floor, burrowing into his sleeping bag. He palms his iPod and pushes the headphones into his ears, turning the music up loud. Trusting Ryan is second nature. Ryan will explain to him, when it's time. He doesn't want to hear anything until it is.
--
Ryan closes the bathroom door behind him, and Pete smiles at him, leaning against the lip of the bathtub. Brendon perks up when he sees Ryan, open and ready again. Ryan bathes Brendon as he would a child, slowly and thoroughly, wiping away caked semen and sticky sweat. Brendon protests a bit when Ryan swipes at the leftovers from his own ejaculation, still decorating Brendon's skin.
"Shh," Ryan soothes. "Not the last time, don't worry."
"It isn't?" Brendon asks, utterly innocent, earnest. "I can-?"
"Yeah," Pete says, "that's it, that's right. You see what I mean? He's yours, Brendon." Something sweet and dark flickers in Brendon's eyes at this, deeper and frightening, almost. Pete recoils as Brendon lashes out, viper-quick, pulls Ryan to him in a bruising kiss. Ryan moans into his mouth and drops the washcloth to the water, tightens his fingers in Brendon's hair and tugs viciously until his head is angled the way Ryan likes it, and Brendon lets him, squeezes at his neck and shoulder, probably leaving marks.
"That's good," Pete breathes. Ryan pulls away and finishes cleaning Brendon, drawing him down backwards to the water, wetting his hair and working shampoo into it. Brendon never closes his eyes.
"A baptism," Brendon says clearly, looking intently at Ryan. Pete smirks a little, smug in his own understanding, "can occur anywhere there's enough water to submerge a body. It's one of the saved marking another for salvation, marking them as setting their life aside for the truth."
"That's right," Ryan agrees. "Close your eyes." Brendon does so, finally, with a blissful sigh as Ryan pushes him below the dirty bathwater, holding him there for what seems like an eternity until he lets Brendon surface again, kissing air into his lungs again.
"I can't wait," Brendon says, and Pete smiles.
"You're both so ready," he murmurs.
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Author: Telis (theaerosolkid)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan, Pete/Brendon, implied Pete/Ryan
Summary: My first contribution to the cultverse, started by the wonderful queenofhell. Brendon is having difficulty accepting the importance of the Message.
Word Count: 2853
Disclaimer: Fake, fake, fake.
A/N: Thanks to __killingtime for the on-the-fly beta. Guys, you don't even know. My tinhat is so firmly stapled in place that I read cultverse fic and go, Well obviously this needs Brendon/Ryan!
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"Don't you get it?" Ryan hisses, eyes fever-bright. "This is it. This is making a difference, this is, this is real, this is what it's all about. This is- this is salvation."
Brendon shakes his head hard, clearing it, squinting his eyes tightly shut. "No, no, no."
Pete lays a gentle hand over Ryan's shoulder, draws him back, leans into him, murmuring. "That's enough. Go sit with Andy, I'll stay with him."
Reluctantly, Ryan falls back to his haunches, crawls out of the back of the van. He moves automatically, walking slowly across the parking lot to the truck where Joe and Andy have gathered, tense and quiet. It's the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night, warm California air weighing heavy on them. Brent, Spencer, and Patrick are sound asleep at the apartment. Ryan wishes briefly that he were, too; they have a long drive back to Vegas in the morning, but this is too important. Too big. He can't expect Pete to handle it alone, Brendon needs him.
"How's it going?" Joe asks.
"Rough," Ryan admits. "He's-. I don't know."
"Is it the Mormon thing?" Joe asks, eyes narrowed.
"Maybe," Ryan allows. "I don't know, I. I mean. I don't know what I'm going to do if he doesn't- you know."
"It'll be fine," Andy assures him. "Come on, Ryan, it's. It's Pete, and Brendon will get it, don't worry. He'll understand."
"He's my- I don't know," Ryan says, distressed. "I need him, Andy."
"He's your voice," Andy says. "I get it, okay? I see Patrick with Pete, all right? I know what you're talking about. You're nothing without it, but he's nothing without you, too, and that counts for something."
Ryan bites his lip, hard. "I hope you're right."
"Pete's not worried," Joe says calmly. "Why should you be?"
"Yeah," Ryan says, placated. "And Spencer's not going to be a problem. He'll understand, I know he will. He understands these things. Always has."
"Brent?" Joe asks shrewdly. Ryan pauses.
"I think," he says, terse. "We'll see."
Andy nods sagely. "You should get some rest." Ryan shakes his head minutely and Joe meets Andy's gaze, nods.
"It's better that you don't," Joe says. "This is important. This part, right here, it's big." He pauses to take a long pull from the water bottle in his hands. "He's going to need you more than ever when Pete's done with him." He glances over at Andy, looking for permission, almost. "I mean, you remember how it was. When you finally let him in."
"Like seeing the world anew," Ryan says softly, staring off into the distance. Andy and Joe fall back, leave him to his introspection.
--
Brendon's on his back now, spread below Pete, open and breaking, a little, cracks in the exterior. His lips move slowly, Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name, and that's when Pete slaps him across his cheek, hard, "No."
A sharp sucking gasp of breath, fresh tears.
"Hallowed be my name, Brendon, don't you see?" Pete murmurs, leaning his weight further against Brendon's wrists, caught up together above his head. Brendon whimpers low in his throat, struggling, and Pete pushes his hips down harder against Brendon's belly, leans down and kisses softly at his mouth. Brendon thrashes, fruitlessly. "Don't you want to believe, be a part of something, something real, something beautiful?" Pete lips at the soft line of Brendon's jaw, tender even as he shifts his forearm across Brendon's throat, leaning gently into him. Brendon's breathing harder than ever now, moaning low. "You'll be Ryan's voice, Brendon, not mine, you'll be all his, all his and won't you like that? You'll be preaching truth, you know, this is what's real, what's important. Don't you want to be a believer?" Pete pulls back then, letting Brendon choke for air.
"I am a believer," Brendon sobs, "I've been saved, I am, I believe, I believe in God, the Father, the Almighty-"
"No," Pete says, more harshly this time, sliding down, separating Brendon's arms and pinning them to the hard floor of the van. "He can't save you, not the way you're doing it. I can save you, I can and I will. Ryan's chosen you, and I've chosen you for Ryan, the two of you. I can make you whole by bonding you to him, making you his, you are, you will be, you have been." He slips easily between Brendon's naked thighs, ankles bound tightly with duct tape.
Brendon lets out a howl of despair almost, more tears, shaking with it.
"I won't do anything," Pete says gently, "not until you ask me, this is for you to want. I can't save you unless you want to be saved. You need it, believe me, you do, but you can't be saved unless you want it."
"I am, I am," Brendon sobs. "Ohh, God, ohh God," and Pete kisses his belly, cradles him close, whispers into his skin. "This isn't salvation, I don't, I don't, I can't, I don't want this, leave me- I, I, you're, this, no, God, Ryan-" he cuts off then, wailing and shaking with it.
"Yes," Pete soothes, "yes, that's right, Ryan is the one, it's Ryan. He's yours and you're his."
"Sin, sin, sin," Brendon chants, choking and shuddering.
"Yes, yes, that's right," Pete murmurs, "Ryan can save you, Ryan can do his part, he only wants to help me save the world from its sin, you see, there's sin everywhere, we're here to help, to do away with it. Don't you see, Brendon, it's all falling apart, it's all going to come crashing. But we can help it, we can save them, we need you, need your voice. Ryan needs you. He needs you, I need you, the world needs you."
Brendon cries out again, but stays still, lets Pete kiss and lick over his sweat-slick flesh. "Ryan, Ryan," and Pete nods.
"Good," he croons, "you're getting it."
"No," Brendon moans. "I- no. I know what salvation is, this, this isn't. This is, this is damnation, you're- you're leading me to hell, you're leading us to hell, this is wrong, it's bad, it's dirty-"
"Wrong," Pete says softly and bites down viciously. Brendon just cries harder.
"I want to be saved, I want to be cleansed," he whimpers, and Pete kisses him again.
"Go on," he murmurs. The timbre of Brendon's voice has changed, now, stronger. He's starting to break apart once and for all. He's wilder, bucking up and down, Pete is having a hard time keeping him still but it's going to be so fucking worth it.
"This isn't the path, this is the road to hell, please," Brendon babbles. "I need, I want to help, I want to save people from hell, I'm going to go on a mission where they need me, I'm going to bring them the Word, I am, I, I am going to save them, save their souls," and Pete nods.
"Yes, yes, that's right," Pete says. "But don't you see? You're preaching a dying truth, people aren't getting it anymore, there's sin everywhere and it's not scaring anyone, anymore. We have to get the message to them in a different way, so that they're not threatened, so that they listen, really, so it gets them, so they're truly saved. That's where you and Ryan come in, where you need Brent and Spencer, too, where it all comes in. You're going to slip it into them until they don't even realize, don't you understand?"
Brendon jerks beneath him, "I don't-"
"You're going to save them and they're going to thank you without knowing right away," Pete instructs. "You're going to save them from their sins with Ryan's words, and they'll get it on their own, they'll come to the light, and you. You'll be the one singing it out to them. They'll hear your voice and they'll know, they'll be converted, they'll be saved like you and me." Brendon squirms below him, but it's different now. Zealous.
"Save them, lead me not into temptation," he intones, mindless again.
"Yes, yes, you and Ryan, lead them away," Pete murmurs earnestly. "Lead them out of darkness into the light."
"I-?" Brendon's eyes are still shut tightly, and Pete stands up.
"Stay," he says quietly and Brendon does.
--
Ryan stands up sharply when Pete emerges, looking worn but victorious. "It's time," he says simply, and Ryan walks, full of purpose, to the van.
Andy and Joe exchange a look, turn and get in the truck, Joe behind the wheel.
"We're getting started, now, for real," Andy says as the engine roars to life, as they head towards the freeway and head north to Los Angeles.
--
Ryan climbs inside the van and his breath catches in his throat when he sees Brendon. Ryan was the one who stripped the clothing from his body, helped Pete hold him down to tape his limbs together, force him down, but this is different. Brendon's not resisting any more. He's broken, now, he's a part of it, Ryan can see this as clearly as though it were branded into his flesh.
His gaze flickers to Pete, and he sees the truth there, Brendon's broken and he must be put back together. It's for Ryan to do this, because Brendon is his. He knows this, now; he had an idea before, but seeing Brendon like this cements him. Pete has chosen them and has chosen Brendon for him, Ryan knows. He must have.
"Open your eyes," Pete says softly, and Brendon doesn't resist, now. The first thing he sees is Ryan and he sits up immediately, drawn to him.
"I need-" he gasps. "You can save me, right?"
"Yes," Ryan breathes. "Yes, yes, I want to. Are you ready?"
Brendon can't speak, can only nod, and Ryan shakes his head, "No, no, I need to hear it," he murmurs, not looking to Pete for the approval he knows is there.
"I don't-" Brendon whines, "I don't know how to-"
"I'll give you the words," Ryan assures him, stroking his hair, gently. "Don't worry about what you're saying, just how you're saying it. I have all the words, Brendon, all of them, all for you to say, for you to sing, you can do it, I know you can. Pete is here to show us the way, Pete and Patrick, they'll help us spread the message."
"Yes, yes," Brendon says fervently. "Give them to me, Ryan, give me the words, please, I need, I want, I want to be saved, I want to save-"
"Shhh," Ryan murmurs, kissing him. Brendon arches up into it, kisses him back clumsily. Pete reaches down and rips the tape from Brendon's ankles. Brendon shouts in brief pain, subdued when Ryan kisses him again, hungrily this time, sucking at Brendon's tongue. Ryan glances over at Pete, who nods once.
"On your knees," Ryan instructs and Brendon scrambles to obey, eyes locked with Ryan's, wide and his face wet with tears that are just now stopping. Pete finds lube and slicks his fingers up, pushes just the tip of one into Brendon, testing, seeing if he'll take it. "I want you to take it," Ryan murmurs. "Take Pete like I did."
"Yes, yes, yes, anything," Brendon gasps and Pete works him open, scissoring his fingers and stretching him. Brendon spasms as Pete strokes across his prostate, and Ryan kisses him again, sucks the residue of tears from his skin.
"Good, you're doing so well," Ryan murmurs and Pete lines himself up, pushes slowly into Brendon, sliding in just a little before drawing out, pushing in farther with each inward thrust. Brendon moans low in his throat, heavy and pleased, wanting it, pushing back against Pete.
"You want it now, don't you?" Ryan sighs, knocking his forehead against Brendon's, and he nods, barely holding back his cries as Pete fucks him hard and fast, takes him higher to ecstasy.
"You, you, you, you, you, youyouyouyouyou," Brendon whimpers, and Pete takes the cue, slides away and strokes his cock, groaning as he spills over the smooth curve of Brendon's ass.
Ryan pushes him down to his back again, straddles him in one swift move, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, lets it rest against Brendon's mouth. Brendon parts his lips eagerly, awkwardly licking at the head. He doesn't close his eyes, stares up at Ryan and nods, wants it, pleads with his eyes and Ryan fucks into his mouth, wet and sloppy. Brendon chokes around him, throat constricting, but doesn't wait for or ask Ryan to stop, just tilts his neck, trying to find a better angle, wordlessly begging Ryan for more. It's not long before Ryan's speeding up, losing control, and Brendon jerks his head back, opens his mouth wider as Ryan tenses up and comes, the first spurt right into Brendon's mouth. Brendon swallows greedily but seals his lips together, then, letting the rest fall across his jaw and neck, reveling in it, in the evidence of Ryan.
Brendon's writhing for it now, restless and witless for release and Ryan lifts his hips up, pulls his pants down and lets Pete slick him up, plunge two blunt fingers into him at once before he settles down on Brendon's cock. Brendon cries out as Ryan fucks himself down onto Brendon, bounces on his cock and tightens as best he can around Brendon.
"I, I," he cries out, and Ryan nods, straining with the effort of it all.
"Yes, that's right, that's good, come for me, inside me, yes," Ryan grunts and Brendon snaps his hips up, thrusting and trusting mindlessly. Ryan slams down onto Brendon, gripping his hands and cupping them to his hipbones. Brendon's fingertips scrabble at his flesh and he convulses as he comes, hot and thick, eyes open through it all, tearing up again.
Ryan pulls off Brendon and curls around him, kissing him again and again while Pete watches from the corner, pleased and satisfied.
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When they get back to the apartment, Pete takes Brendon to the bathroom, runs the bathtub and lets him slide in, boneless and quiet. He cradles Brendon's skull in his hand, silent, dipping it back to the water. Brendon flails briefly, "No," he gasps, "Ryan," and Pete understands. Brendon is looking at this like baptism, he needs Ryan here for this.
"You're right, that's good," Pete murmurs and kisses his forehead. "You're going to do so well, you're already doing so well."
"Yes," Brendon says peaceably, and sits still in the water, utterly at ease, now. Pete marvels.
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Spencer sits up as Ryan slips into the shared bedroom, rummaging for his toiletries bag. He doesn't say anything to Ryan, just gives him a look, confused, scared, a little.
"Later," Ryan promises. "I mean it." He lifts one long delicate finger to his lips.
Spencer nods and settles back down to the floor, burrowing into his sleeping bag. He palms his iPod and pushes the headphones into his ears, turning the music up loud. Trusting Ryan is second nature. Ryan will explain to him, when it's time. He doesn't want to hear anything until it is.
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Ryan closes the bathroom door behind him, and Pete smiles at him, leaning against the lip of the bathtub. Brendon perks up when he sees Ryan, open and ready again. Ryan bathes Brendon as he would a child, slowly and thoroughly, wiping away caked semen and sticky sweat. Brendon protests a bit when Ryan swipes at the leftovers from his own ejaculation, still decorating Brendon's skin.
"Shh," Ryan soothes. "Not the last time, don't worry."
"It isn't?" Brendon asks, utterly innocent, earnest. "I can-?"
"Yeah," Pete says, "that's it, that's right. You see what I mean? He's yours, Brendon." Something sweet and dark flickers in Brendon's eyes at this, deeper and frightening, almost. Pete recoils as Brendon lashes out, viper-quick, pulls Ryan to him in a bruising kiss. Ryan moans into his mouth and drops the washcloth to the water, tightens his fingers in Brendon's hair and tugs viciously until his head is angled the way Ryan likes it, and Brendon lets him, squeezes at his neck and shoulder, probably leaving marks.
"That's good," Pete breathes. Ryan pulls away and finishes cleaning Brendon, drawing him down backwards to the water, wetting his hair and working shampoo into it. Brendon never closes his eyes.
"A baptism," Brendon says clearly, looking intently at Ryan. Pete smirks a little, smug in his own understanding, "can occur anywhere there's enough water to submerge a body. It's one of the saved marking another for salvation, marking them as setting their life aside for the truth."
"That's right," Ryan agrees. "Close your eyes." Brendon does so, finally, with a blissful sigh as Ryan pushes him below the dirty bathwater, holding him there for what seems like an eternity until he lets Brendon surface again, kissing air into his lungs again.
"I can't wait," Brendon says, and Pete smiles.
"You're both so ready," he murmurs.
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