You're Killing Me [4/5]
Title: You're Killing Me [4/5]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Spencer finds out about the night before and Brendon gets scared.
Word Count: 1,283 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated."
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 5
"Brendon, time to wake up!"
No grumble, no complaining, no getting a pillow thrown at his head. In fact, as Spencer stepped into Brendon's hotel room, he became aware that there was no Brendon there at all, his bed still half made.
"Bren?"
He stepped through the open bathroom door, but no one was there either. Spencer sighed and mentally face-palmed when the realization hit him; Brendon had cuddled up to Ryan during the night -- again.
Shaking his head, he barged through the other side of the bathroom to Ryan's room where, as expected, a large lump in the sheets attached to two brown-haired heads lay in the middle of the bed.
Unable to keep a straight face, he grinned as he walked over to them and yanked the covers down. "It's really cute and all when you two cuddle and everything, but it's time to... get up..."
Before anything else, Spencer noticed the empty condom wrapper on the far side of the bed as if it had been carelessly thrown there in the heat of the moment. The pieces not really clicking together yet, he picked it up and dropped it in the trash where something caught his eye that finally DID register; the used condom.
Spencer looked up at them and finally saw that they were both naked. Brendon's perfect ass was right there, bared for all the world to see, one arm slung over Ryan's chest, and Ryan was wrapped around him possessively, holding him close and tight. Backing away from the bed slowly, Spencer covered his mouth to keep himself from freaking out.
Millions of possibilities that didn't involve what he knew had to have happened bolted through his mind, but he couldn't deny the obvious, try as he might. Ryan and Brendon had, more likely than not, had sex, and Spencer knew that this wasn't going to end prettily.
Eventually, Brendon groaned that 'fucking-shit-it's-morning-already' groan just like every morning and tried to stretch, but found himself hindered by warm, strong arms. His eyes flew open to see Ryan's face mere inches from his own, and the memory of the night before flooded back to him.
Ryan's eyelids fluttered open when Brendon sighed. He noticed how close Brendon was only a split second before he saw Spencer leaned against the door frame to the bathroom, his eyes wide in shock, one hand covering his mouth.
Ryan groaned loudly in frustration, finding his boxers before rolling onto his back and hastily pulling them back on. "Really not how I planned to let you know, Spence, but ah, good morning anyway," Ryan muttered in a slightly annoyed tone, scratching the back of his head in his tale tell sign of anxiousness as he sat up.
Brendon's eyes widened at Ryan and his mouth opened slightly in horror. He tugged the sheets back up to cover himself before flopping over onto his back to look up at Spencer. "Well, hi there, Spence," he laughed nervously, an apologetic grin on his face.
"Did you guys...?" Spencer began, letting his question trail off.
Brendon's grin faltered and he glanced over at Ryan. The elder had his eyes glued to the mattress, his face expressionless. Brendon flushed a violent shade of red as he thought about the night before, and that was answer enough for Spencer.
"At least you guys were safe," Spencer tried, forcing a small smile. Ryan looked up at him then, his facial features skewed into a look of anger and something a little deeper that Spencer couldn't quite put a name on.
Spencer's smile faded. "Well, ah, we've gotta go soon. I'll, uh... I-I'll go now."
When he disappeared through the door to the hallway, a heavy silence fell on the room.
"Ryan... are you mad at me?" Brendon nearly whispered after a minute.
"No," he replied harshly, getting up and tugging on a pair of jeans. "I'm mad at myself. Last night..." Ryan snorted incredulously.
Brendon shoved off the covers and pulled on his own boxers, wincing as he finally got to his feet. "Last night was amazing," Brendon argued in a quiet voice, looking across the room at the other.
Ryan shook his head and avoided Brendon's eyes as he searched for a shirt. "Last night was a mistake."
A pang of rejection echoed in Brendon's chest like an empty cave, even though he already knew it was coming. They were just friends, right?
"You can't say you didn't enjoy yourself," Brendon giggled, trying to lighten the mood as Ryan yanked a shirt over his head. "Because there's a few buddies of yours in the trash can that would beg to differ."
Suddenly, Ryan was looming over Brendon, a hand on the back of his neck gripping hard enough to be felt, but not so tight that it really hurt.
"Don't you see, Brendon?" Ryan began, his voice trembling slightly. The look in his eyes matched that of the night before while he fucked Brendon senseless. "That's the problem; last night WAS amazing and I enjoyed myself quite a lot." A crooked grin spread across Ryan's lips, making him look all the more menacing. "Which is why it was a mistake," he added through clenched teeth, digging his nails into the back of Brendon's neck.
Brendon grimaced and Ryan let go as if he had just realized what he was doing.
"Go get dressed," Ryan ordered, looking away from him.
Brendon avoided Ryan for the rest of the day, afraid he might beat the shit out of him or kill him or something. Instead, he clung to Jon for the most part, as hanging around Spencer had become awkward after that morning.
"Brendon, what's eating you, man? At the most, you've said like three words to Spence all day and you're avoiding Ryan like the plague."
Brendon didn't even hesitate to spill his heart to Jon as they sat at the table in the kitchenette of the bus. He hadn't known him as long as the other two, but they had come to a point where they could talk to each other about anything -- absolutely anything.
"You guys actually...? Wow. How was it?"
Brendon glared at Jon, and the elder laughed.
"I'm kidding. But, no, seriously? Ryan's just being a little drama bitch, he'll get over it."
"He looked AND sounded like he was about to gut me this morning."
Jon thought of a joke but suppressed it at the look on Brendon's face. "Ryan? No way. He wouldn't hurt a fly," he defended, laughing.
Brendon rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt, showing the bruises from being tackled in the parking lot the day before and then pointed to his face, where both black eyes were beginning to fade to a sickly yellow-purple.
Jon's smile fell as the realization crossed his face. "You're shitting me."
"No."
"What are you going to do about it? You... you can't just sit there and let him hurt you like that, Bren."
Brendon smiled up at Jon wistfully, the bruises under his eyes making him look all the more pitiful. "I like it, actually. Makes me feel like he does have emotions in there somewhere. Makes me feel like, you know, maybe he could... one day..."
"You love him."
Brendon's eyes began to water, his face scrunched up as he looked away to hide it, and Jon didn't need any more of an answer. He pulled Brendon into a comforting hug and held him there for a long while.
"I'm going to bed," Brendon finally muttered, his voice cracking a little as he pulled away from Jon and dragged himself to the bunk area.
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A/N: Well I'll be damned, if the music choice didn't fit any better... Gee thanks, iTunes.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Spencer finds out about the night before and Brendon gets scared.
Word Count: 1,283 [this part]; 7,121 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: "...but I think Rydon would kill each other if they actually dated."
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 5
"Brendon, time to wake up!"
No grumble, no complaining, no getting a pillow thrown at his head. In fact, as Spencer stepped into Brendon's hotel room, he became aware that there was no Brendon there at all, his bed still half made.
"Bren?"
He stepped through the open bathroom door, but no one was there either. Spencer sighed and mentally face-palmed when the realization hit him; Brendon had cuddled up to Ryan during the night -- again.
Shaking his head, he barged through the other side of the bathroom to Ryan's room where, as expected, a large lump in the sheets attached to two brown-haired heads lay in the middle of the bed.
Unable to keep a straight face, he grinned as he walked over to them and yanked the covers down. "It's really cute and all when you two cuddle and everything, but it's time to... get up..."
Before anything else, Spencer noticed the empty condom wrapper on the far side of the bed as if it had been carelessly thrown there in the heat of the moment. The pieces not really clicking together yet, he picked it up and dropped it in the trash where something caught his eye that finally DID register; the used condom.
Spencer looked up at them and finally saw that they were both naked. Brendon's perfect ass was right there, bared for all the world to see, one arm slung over Ryan's chest, and Ryan was wrapped around him possessively, holding him close and tight. Backing away from the bed slowly, Spencer covered his mouth to keep himself from freaking out.
Millions of possibilities that didn't involve what he knew had to have happened bolted through his mind, but he couldn't deny the obvious, try as he might. Ryan and Brendon had, more likely than not, had sex, and Spencer knew that this wasn't going to end prettily.
Eventually, Brendon groaned that 'fucking-shit-it's-morning-already' groan just like every morning and tried to stretch, but found himself hindered by warm, strong arms. His eyes flew open to see Ryan's face mere inches from his own, and the memory of the night before flooded back to him.
Ryan's eyelids fluttered open when Brendon sighed. He noticed how close Brendon was only a split second before he saw Spencer leaned against the door frame to the bathroom, his eyes wide in shock, one hand covering his mouth.
Ryan groaned loudly in frustration, finding his boxers before rolling onto his back and hastily pulling them back on. "Really not how I planned to let you know, Spence, but ah, good morning anyway," Ryan muttered in a slightly annoyed tone, scratching the back of his head in his tale tell sign of anxiousness as he sat up.
Brendon's eyes widened at Ryan and his mouth opened slightly in horror. He tugged the sheets back up to cover himself before flopping over onto his back to look up at Spencer. "Well, hi there, Spence," he laughed nervously, an apologetic grin on his face.
"Did you guys...?" Spencer began, letting his question trail off.
Brendon's grin faltered and he glanced over at Ryan. The elder had his eyes glued to the mattress, his face expressionless. Brendon flushed a violent shade of red as he thought about the night before, and that was answer enough for Spencer.
"At least you guys were safe," Spencer tried, forcing a small smile. Ryan looked up at him then, his facial features skewed into a look of anger and something a little deeper that Spencer couldn't quite put a name on.
Spencer's smile faded. "Well, ah, we've gotta go soon. I'll, uh... I-I'll go now."
When he disappeared through the door to the hallway, a heavy silence fell on the room.
"Ryan... are you mad at me?" Brendon nearly whispered after a minute.
"No," he replied harshly, getting up and tugging on a pair of jeans. "I'm mad at myself. Last night..." Ryan snorted incredulously.
Brendon shoved off the covers and pulled on his own boxers, wincing as he finally got to his feet. "Last night was amazing," Brendon argued in a quiet voice, looking across the room at the other.
Ryan shook his head and avoided Brendon's eyes as he searched for a shirt. "Last night was a mistake."
A pang of rejection echoed in Brendon's chest like an empty cave, even though he already knew it was coming. They were just friends, right?
"You can't say you didn't enjoy yourself," Brendon giggled, trying to lighten the mood as Ryan yanked a shirt over his head. "Because there's a few buddies of yours in the trash can that would beg to differ."
Suddenly, Ryan was looming over Brendon, a hand on the back of his neck gripping hard enough to be felt, but not so tight that it really hurt.
"Don't you see, Brendon?" Ryan began, his voice trembling slightly. The look in his eyes matched that of the night before while he fucked Brendon senseless. "That's the problem; last night WAS amazing and I enjoyed myself quite a lot." A crooked grin spread across Ryan's lips, making him look all the more menacing. "Which is why it was a mistake," he added through clenched teeth, digging his nails into the back of Brendon's neck.
Brendon grimaced and Ryan let go as if he had just realized what he was doing.
"Go get dressed," Ryan ordered, looking away from him.
Brendon avoided Ryan for the rest of the day, afraid he might beat the shit out of him or kill him or something. Instead, he clung to Jon for the most part, as hanging around Spencer had become awkward after that morning.
"Brendon, what's eating you, man? At the most, you've said like three words to Spence all day and you're avoiding Ryan like the plague."
Brendon didn't even hesitate to spill his heart to Jon as they sat at the table in the kitchenette of the bus. He hadn't known him as long as the other two, but they had come to a point where they could talk to each other about anything -- absolutely anything.
"You guys actually...? Wow. How was it?"
Brendon glared at Jon, and the elder laughed.
"I'm kidding. But, no, seriously? Ryan's just being a little drama bitch, he'll get over it."
"He looked AND sounded like he was about to gut me this morning."
Jon thought of a joke but suppressed it at the look on Brendon's face. "Ryan? No way. He wouldn't hurt a fly," he defended, laughing.
Brendon rolled his eyes and lifted his shirt, showing the bruises from being tackled in the parking lot the day before and then pointed to his face, where both black eyes were beginning to fade to a sickly yellow-purple.
Jon's smile fell as the realization crossed his face. "You're shitting me."
"No."
"What are you going to do about it? You... you can't just sit there and let him hurt you like that, Bren."
Brendon smiled up at Jon wistfully, the bruises under his eyes making him look all the more pitiful. "I like it, actually. Makes me feel like he does have emotions in there somewhere. Makes me feel like, you know, maybe he could... one day..."
"You love him."
Brendon's eyes began to water, his face scrunched up as he looked away to hide it, and Jon didn't need any more of an answer. He pulled Brendon into a comforting hug and held him there for a long while.
"I'm going to bed," Brendon finally muttered, his voice cracking a little as he pulled away from Jon and dragged himself to the bunk area.
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A/N: Well I'll be damned, if the music choice didn't fit any better... Gee thanks, iTunes.