The Uninvited Chapter 14
Title: The Uninvited
Author: msbenzedrine
Pairing: Ryden
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd
Summary: (high school AU) Brendon’s life took a huge turn when he found himself suddenly living with his rich new guardian and her family in a mansion Brendon thought only existed in TV shows after his foster mom died. Living in luxury would be fine or much peaceful if it wasn’t for his guardian’s son, Ryan, a rich kid his age who didn’t like having uninvited guests around. Living together should be interesting.
Warnings: Rated R, this chap yes. Be warned.
Beta: deadoralive0013
Disclaimer: wish they were mine
Notes: Fourteenth.
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14
It was quarter to seven when they reached Illinois and the place where Amber lived. She opened the door expectantly and practically jumped and engaged Brendon in a tight hug when she saw him at her doorstep.
“Hi B!” she exclaimed and suddenly let go of him when Ryan popped behind him. She smiled, “Hey Ryan.”
Ryan sneered. “Hey Amber,” he said.
“Come in,” she said and let them into their humble home. She mentally rolled her eyes when Ryan walked past her.
It wasn’t much, for Ryan. The living room was a quarter short of his bed room and there sat a television, not flat screen, and a battered couch opposite it.
“Oh hey there,” a woman appeared from the kitchen and Ryan assumed she was the mother. She was smiling at them and her hair was tied neatly in a bun and it looked like she was cooking something. The flower-printed apron proved it.
“Good evening Lisa,” Brendon greeted her and hugged her. He placed his backpack on one of the chairs in the dining area and it wasn’t hard not to see because the dining area was just opposite the living area. Ryan was not used to staying in small spaces but he figured it should be exciting, given Brendon was there.
“Good evening,” Ryan said, following Brendon to the dining area and squished his own bag beside Brendon’s. “I’m Ryan Ross, Brendon’s... friend and housemate,” he introduced and doubted if those words were appropriate. He wouldn’t say he’s Brendon’s foster brother. That’s weird and no, awkward too.
“Oh, Amber has told me a lot about you,” she said and shook Ryan’s hand. “Brendon’s lucky to have you as a brother,” she added with a laugh.
Ryan mentally slapped his head. Just the right words, right. “No I don’t treat him like my brother,” he said before he could think, and forcefully laughed. “More like a friend,” he clarified and Lisa smiled.
“Yeah,” Brendon said and put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
“Brendon!”
All four of them turned to see a young boy, about the age of four or five appear from the kitchen. Brendon’s smile widened at that and patted the boy on the head when he got closer.
“Hey buddy, how’re you doing?” Brendon bent down and smiled at the kid. Who the hell was that kid? Ryan thought and raised an eyebrow when the kid met his eyes.
“Doin’ fine. When Amber told me you’re coming for Thanksgiving I couldn’t wait!” the kid exclaimed.
Brendon laughed lightly and Amber smiled at him. “I’ve got some surprises for you, Dus.”
The kid they called Dus jumped up and down out of joy. Ryan didn’t realize until now how Brendon loved kids. Oh yeah, he was good at everything. Psh...
“I’ll just go and check the turkey,” Lisa said and turned to face the kid. “Dustin, honey, let them settle for now okay? Amber, take them to Dustin’s room.”
Amber smiled and nodded.
The room was pretty cramped. A bed on the side and a small study table. Opposite it was the closet and there was a comforter placed carefully on the floor beside the bed. Ryan deduced it was where they would be sleeping.
“I asked mom,” Amber began when Ryan and Brendon had put their bags on the end of the makeshift bed. “If we could sleep together but she insisted you stay here, just like the usual,” she continued and sounded irritated. Ryan mentally laughed and rolled his eyes when he saw her grab Brendon’s hand and dragged him outside the room.
“It’s okay.” Ryan could hear Brendon speak. He looked at the walls and there were plastered artworks, child drawings of stick figures. One looked like a family portrait and should Ryan be surprised that Brendon was included in it?
He didn’t give a damn. “The fuck,” Ryan whispered to himself and was surprised to see Dustin behind him when he turned, gaping. How did that kid managed to slip into the room without him noticing it? “What?” he asked flatly.
“You say bad words,” the kid said, pouting.
“Only when the recipient’s worthy,” Ryan countered.
“Are you Ryan?”
Ryan raised an eyebrow and sat on the bed. He didn’t want to talk, he hated kids but Dustin followed him and copied his action.
Someone had sent him a message and it was his mother, telling them to take care and be back soon. Ryan smiled at that and his sight was caught by the kid, still staring at him like crazy. “What?”
“You’re pretty,” the kid said and beamed at him. “Like a pwincess,” he finished with a smile that bared his teeth and quickly jumped on the bed and hid his face underneath a pillow.
What. The. Fuck. Seriously, Ryan thought and felt himself blush at that. He shook his head and was torn between telling the kid his wrong assumption and not doing anything at all. Anyway he was not good at dealing with kids.
“Hey, listen,” Ryan began and the kid just buried himself deeper into the Justice league pillow. “Jesus Christ, I’m not a girl,” he said with a sigh but it seemed the kid did not comprehend.
“Hey.”
Ryan turned to see Brendon standing in front of the door and smiling.
“Hey,” Ryan replied and pocketed his phone.
“Dinner’s ready, let’s go,” Brendon said. He walked over the bed to pick up Dustin. “Why is your face like that, Dus? Did pretty pwincess Ryan yell at you?” Brendon paused to smirk at Ryan who in return widened his eyes.
“You...” Ryan’s voice drifted off when he realized Brendon had heard them talking.
Brendon walked past him, carrying Dustin with him and whispered, making sure that Ryan heard, “Don’t worry, Dus. Ryan’s kind, but can be a little grumpy at times.”
It was Ryan’s first Thanksgiving with only a turkey to eat. No appetizer was offered and he was seeing no salad. He took the seat beside Brendon and Amber and Dustin took the vacant seats opposite them.
Ryan felt uneasy; the kid was shyly throwing glances at him.
“So I’ve heard you guys played in your school fest?” Lisa started with a smile.
“Yeah,” Brendon replied and nodded while taking the meat into his plate.
“They’ve become so famous at their school, mom,” Amber added, quite proud herself and she winked when Brendon glanced at her.
“Well that’s great, I think you would make such a fine band,” Lisa commented and that gave the butterflies both on Ryan and Brendon. They were reminded of the concert, and yeah, they could be a great band. Ryan was considering it after college, anyway. He just hadn’t discussed it with Brendon and Spencer and Jon.
“Anyway, I won’t be here tomorrow. I have work so you kids could heat up the leftovers or Amber could cook something else for lunch,” Lisa said.
“We’re planning to get some groceries tomorrow,” Brendon said plainly, not trying to brag or anything.
“Yey!” Dustin exclaimed.
“Yeah, buddy, I’ll get you something sweet tomorrow,” Brendon said gaily.
“Oh thank you Brendon,” the mother said, almost timidly. “And Ryan, thank you too for accompanying Brendon here. I do hope you feel comfortable here, despite our home being small.” Lisa laughed, passing it as a joke but Brendon frowned.
“I like it,” Ryan lied. The house was small and everything was far from his own home. The meal was not to Ryan’s liking, especially the view - Dustin who was constantly glancing at him because he’d mistaken him for a girl. Oh perfect.
When they finished dinner, Amber washed the dishes and Lisa told the boys to go upstairs already and so they did.
It was awkward because Brendon and Ryan were now lying side by side on the makeshift bed, arms almost touching and little Dustin was on the bed beside them.
Hours before, Amber had turn off the lights and now the only source of light they had was the moonlight from Dustin’s window.
“You asleep?” Ryan asked Brendon when everything had been quiet for more than an hour. Ryan shifted to face Brendon who was facing the other side. Ryan was the one beside Dustin’s bed and it felt so uncomfortable for him. He might get back aches tomorrow.
“Yes,” Brendon garbled and scratched his back.
It was hot. Didn’t they have at least a temperature regulator in here? Ryan rolled his eyes when he felt the other move and Brendon’s elbow hit his stomach. Ryan grumbled and Brendon said a hushed ‘sorry’.
“It’s hot,” Ryan complained and grunted when Brendon murmured something incoherent. Apparently Brendon was sleepy and tired, probably. “I said it’s hot.”
Brendon moved, “Then remove your shirt.”
Oh, okay. Like that would help. It was not that hot anyway, it was just that Ryan was not used to sleeping on hard wooden floors and unventilated rooms. But he couldn’t help but get a little uneasy when Brendon suggested he take off his shirt.
That was not going to happen. They remained silent for a few minutes and Ryan wondered why he was not getting sleepy. It could be because of the hard comforter or...
Ryan gasped when Brendon turned to face him and actually wrapped an arm around him. Their faces were close, and Ryan’s eyes were fixed on the other’s sleeping face.
“Uh, Ryan?”
Ryan knew it. He removed Brendon’s arm and faced Dustin who was looking over them. He couldn’t figure the kid’s face but he asked away, “What is it?” trying to sound annoyed.
“I hear the boogeyman,” the kid said, and it sounded like he was almost crying.
“The boogeyman does not exist,” Ryan said flatly, like believing in the boogeyman when you’re just a kid was the most ridiculous thing ever.
“I am scared,” Dustin said and without another second he got down from his bed and squeezed himself beside Ryan, pushing him a little too close to Brendon’s body. Oh great.
“What are you doing here?” Ryan shrieked, half surprised and trying his best for his body not to touch the other’s. “Get back to your bed,” he commanded but Dustin shook his head.
“Noo,” the small kid said anxiously and looked up to Ryan despite the darkness that surrounded them.
God this was why he hated kids. “At least move a little, we’re already cramped up in here,” Ryan commented and he felt Brendon move again, facing his side and his mouth closed in at Ryan’s nape. He could feel the warm breaths that the other exhaled and Ryan swore if this continued he might...
“Hold my hand, please,” Dustin plead.
“No.”
“Please, Ryan?”
“I said no.”
“I’m scared, please?”
Ryan sighed. He hated kids, especially ones who were too insistent. “Okay, okay. Just... go to sleep.”
“Thanks!” Dustin exclaimed before grabbing both of Ryan’s hands and pulling them over his stomach.
“Can I have at least one hand for myself?” Ryan asked because Brendon’s hand was threatening to go places other than his waist.
“But the boogeyman says if I can’t have both he’ll get me,” Dustin reasoned out, and even in the dark Ryan could see the smile that formed along the kid’s lips.
Oh, god Ryan would kill the fucking boogeyman.
“Uh, Ryan,” Brendon murmured and Ryan felt Brendon’s hand snake around his waist once again. He was afraid where it might get to and sweat started to form along his forehead.
“Brendon,” Ryan hissed but the other didn’t respond. Fuck no, they couldn’t. At least not when a kid was lying beside Ryan and it was just then that Brendon slipped his hand through the waistband of Ryan’s shorts.
Ryan gasped and kicked Brendon in the shin. “Ouch!” Brendon whispered a shout and instantly removed his hand, to attend to his shin. He was wide awake now. “What the fuck?”
“Dustin is scared of the freakin’ boogeyman so I have to hold his hands,” Ryan said tiredly and Brendon propped up, and saw the kid squeezed beside Ryan who was now asleep.
He laughed. “He likes you, Ryan,” Brendon said and Ryan threw him a glare.
“Yeah, fuck you too,” Ryan returned and gave Brendon another good kick at the foot.
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Ryan woke up the next day, but it was only him and Dustin on the makeshift bed. Brendon was nowhere inside the room.
He sat up and blinked twice. His back was sore from the hard wood and soon he forced himself to stand straight and walked out of the room. Amber’s door was slightly opened and Ryan gaped when he saw Amber on all fours above Brendon.
“What the fuck,” Ryan hissed. He hated her and he could just bust in and tell Brendon what his girlfriend had been up to.
Ryan peeked in. Amber was taking off her top and Ryan almost stuck out his tongue at that. The bitch, he thought.
“No.”
Ryan could hear Brendon say. He inwardly smiled at that. Only then that he realized Brendon was looking past Amber’s shoulders and directly at him. Ryan’s eyes widened and he immediately walked away but he stayed on the side, waiting for what would happen between the two.
Brendon had seen him and the bastard would use it against him. Ryan muttered curses until he heard Brendon speak again. He gently pressed his ear against the wall.
“Someone sent you a message,” Brendon said and Ryan could hear the ruffling of the sheets and Brendon whispered something he didn’t catch. Ryan moved closer to the wall. “What was it?”
“Nothing important,” she replied.
“But it was, from Matt, right? I saw it.”
Then there was silence. Much as Ryan wanted to, he couldn’t take a step closer. He didn’t know what was happening in there.
“Amber, why?” Ryan heard Brendon say, obviously disappointed. Things could go on from there, Brendon might just discover it himself.
Ryan strode silently back into Dustin’s room and lay down beside Dustin. Ryan sighed and closed his eyes when he heard faint footsteps closing in.
“Brendon,” Amber said, trailing behind Brendon. Ryan could see their feet, Brendon closer and Amber at the door.
“I,” Brendon began, tone totally upset. “I need to go, Amber,” he continued. “At least for now.”
“I’m telling you, you should believe me,” Amber defended.
“I was not accusing you of anything.” Brendon sounded kind of irritated.
“Then why are you leaving?” Amber sobbed.
Brendon didn’t reply, most likely did not plan to anyway. Ryan could imagine his confused face, probably angry, even.
“What’s there to consider?” Amber said and Ryan looked down at her when she knelt in front of Brendon. “Brendon I love you. Is that hard to believe?!”
“No,” Brendon replied and helped her up from the floor. “I guess we both need time,” he added and Amber shook her head.
“You’re drifting away from me, B,” she returned. “We both have been having our own time all the while!”
Oh please, Ryan thought and he suddenly felt Dustin moving.
“Brendon,” the kid got up from his position and rubbed his eyes. “Why are you crying, Ber?”
“Dustin,” Brendon said and smiled. He turned to Amber and continued, “We’re leaving by lunch, Amber.”
Amber bit her lip and Brendon walked out of the room. There was that cold air of anger as he strode past her. “Brendon!” she called out and followed Brendon out of the room.
Ryan opened his eyes and saw little Dustin seated on the edge of the bed, pouting and tears welling up his big round eyes. “Hey,” he said and the kid rushed to his side.
“They’re fighting?” Dustin asked, pressing his head against Ryan’s chest. It felt embarrassing and uncomfortable, but Ryan patted Dustin on the head. He did not know what to say. And Dustin was just a kid, he would not understand.
“Come,” Ryan said as he got to his feet, Dustin following him and grabbing one of his hands and locked it in his small hand.
“Where’re we goin’?” Dustin smiled sweetly. He was just a kid, his attention would be easily averted.
Ryan smiled, but it was still stiff. “Outside.” They began walking out of the room and when they reached Amber’s door, arguments and raised voices of anger filled their ears. Ryan sighed and bent down, so that he and Dustin were face to face. “Let’s leave them for a while, okay?” Ryan said and his smile came more natural this time.
Dustin’s face brightened up with a smile. “You look so much prettier, Ryan!” he exclaimed and Ryan instantly turned red. “I want to marry you,” he added shyly, rocking side to side and looking away.
Ryan rolled his eyes, but he smiled at the little boy. “That’s not possible,” he said and got to his feet again, taking Dustin’s hand and they began walking down the staircase.
“Will you show me your castle? And... and a fire dragon! We need fire dragons and some big men to protect us!” Dustin exclaimed excitedly as they got out of the house. Ryan just smiled.
Ryan and Dustin stayed on the lawn for a couple of hours. Dustin was busy picking up flowers and giving them all to Ryan while Ryan occasionally peeked in the house. It was taking long, they were still having arguments and Amber could be putting up a pretty nice made-up excuses and lies.
Ryan shrugged. Brendon won’t be fooled that easily.
“Here!” Dustin shouted, and Ryan looked in the kid’s direction. He was running towards him, carrying a yellow flower with him. “I put this on your ear, so you look even prettier than Amber. Wear it,” he said and before Ryan could complain the flower was already tucked on his left ear.
Ryan gave him a lopsided confused look. “You not thanking me?” Dustin said, frowning.
“Th-thanks?” Ryan muttered uneasily. Honestly, he was fearing for the future of this kid.
They went back inside after a few more minutes when Amber called them for lunch. They ate breakfast quietly and Brendon dragged Ryan along when he took Dustin to the mall. Amber kept her distance and Ryan was kept close. Brendon didn’t directly talk to her, but he didn’t want to look like he’s angry or anything, especially in front of Dustin. He just wasn’t talking to her and she felt it greatly.
They left as Brendon said, after lunch. Brendon wasn’t talking when they were in the car. Ryan was just driving and stupid him for feeling a bit sorry for Amber. It was her fault anyway, and playing two-timing was never nice.
Brendon propped his chin on the window and looked away. Ryan must have noticed it already, that Amber and him had a skirmish earlier. Brendon chanced a glance at Ryan who was focused on the road.
“You okay?” Ryan asked and Brendon sighed. Of course he wasn’t.
“No, but you could help me,” he said lightly. Brendon wasn’t sure how serious he was when he said that. He was in the middle of a crisis where his relationship with Amber was threatening to crumble down and yeah, fucking Ryan was still on his mind. Maybe he was just shocked that after all of what Matt had done to her, Amber would still want to see that guy.
Ryan sighed. “You need help?”
“Yeah, save me?” Brendon didn’t want to sound in despair and he rested on the backrest of the seat. “Please?”
“Brendon,” Ryan began. This might be the perfect opportunity because Brendon had asked. “I’m only interested in helping you out if you’re willing to help yourself out and tell me what happened.”
Brendon sighed, a long and tired one. “Aaaaah,” he said and scratched his nape. “I’m only telling you this because I trust you,” Brendon paused.
Ryan was struggling to keep his mind focused on the road, rather than on the thoughts and formation of words he was going to say. This was actually hard than when he was thinking about it.
“Earlier I saw a message from Amber’s phone. One that’s from Matt,” Brendon continued and was obviously unhappy.
“What did it say?”
“She wouldn’t show it to me and I told her that until she’s ready to show it to me,” Brendon’s voice drifted off. “I mean, there’s nothing to hide, is there?”
Ryan swallowed. “Actually, there is.”
Brendon blinked twice. “What?”
“Yeah, there is,” Ryan finally had the courage. Fuck it, here goes nothing... “Remember when I - uh, pushed you in one of the cubicles in the mall when you were sick?”
“What’s that got to do with what she’s hiding? And wait a second, what’s she hiding and how did you know about it?” Brendon swiveled to face Ryan, his face a mix of anger and confusion.
“Matt was actually there and she was with Amber,” Ryan swallowed and glanced at Brendon.
Brendon was looking straight at the road now, but he wasn’t processing what his eyes were seeing. “Is that true?” he asked, more of whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Ryan said honestly.
Ryan was not so sure now, if he did the right thing. It wasn’t actually any of his concerns but he reasoned to himself that Brendon was.
The rest of the trip went by in silence, almost. Except for the few stopovers they had but this time they chose not to stay in a hotel. They drove back home and got there by sundown.
Ryan lazily emptied the contents of his bag into the laundry bag and hung his clean clothes over the closet. He heard a soft thump and it must have been Brendon, because Pete was still not home.
“Brendon?” Ryan called out and made small steps outside his walk-in closet and was abruptly shoved against the wall of his room by the smaller boy, Brendon. “What the -”
Brendon lunged forward and their lips met harshly, Ryan a little bewildered and he felt Brendon’s anger and sorrow when he bit down on Ryan’s lower lip. Brendon bit too hard that Ryan winced and tried to push the other away but Brendon got a good grip on his waist and continued on what he was doing.
It stung whenever Brendon sucked on his lip, but soon Brendon got tired of it eventually and he rested his head on Ryan’s chest. He ran a hand against Brendon’s dark hair, hoping that the gesture would comfort him. Brendon was not crying but he was very close to that.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Ryan whispered almost out of breath, his back still flat against the wall.
Brendon looked up to him, his face earnest. “I want to fuck you,” he spat.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You’re just angry, Brendon. Go back to your room,” he said and pushed the other away with ease. Brendon continued to move back until his legs hit the couch and he allowed himself to drop freely over it.
“Correct, I’m so angry that I could kill bunnies. But I’ll fuck you instead,” Brendon said flatly. “Isn’t that better?”
“Aren’t you going to do anything about it? Like formulate a resolution of some sort,” Ryan asked. No, he wasn’t suggesting that Brendon dump her already, he wanted that idea to come directly from Brendon himself.
“I’m kinda upset right now,” Brendon breathed out and closed his eyes. It actually felt like he was numb, the thought of Amber still seeing Matt was kind of neutral, but what he was contemplating was that she betrayed him, somehow. And to what depths of hell had he done to make her want to throw herself to the bearded bastard? “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Yes, you’re stupid. But that aside, you’re -” Ryan cut his own words and was unsure for the moment. He wanted to throw something nasty or something that would fire up anger from the other but Brendon was waiting, listening. “You’re fine,” he let go with a sigh. Ryan narrowed his eyes when he saw the corners of Brendon’s lips curve upward.
Ryan froze when Brendon straightened himself up from the couch and began walking towards him, lazily but his eyes were fixed on Ryan’s. “Thanks,” Brendon breathed out once he was too close that their hips ground together. A soft moan escaped Ryan’s mouth as he tipped his head back against the wall.
Ryan glared at Brendon when he saw his lips curve into a smug smile. “Fuck you,” Ryan said, and Brendon was half-wondering if that was an invitation.
“Sorry,” Brendon muttered and looked away. The sudden absence of friction made Ryan bite his lower lip in frustration.
Only then did he realize that Brendon was watching him, eyes dark and somehow it was turning him on even more. As much as Ryan wanted to resist, with the way Brendon was piercing him with his looks, he couldn’t.
“No.” Damn it was hard to say. Brendon frowned at him.
“Please?” Brendon tried, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze.
“No,” Ryan responded. “At least not today, you’re messed up, Brendon,” he added quickly.
“Allow me then,” Brendon began, licking his lips and pushed Ryan gently on the couch, leading him down so that Brendon was on top of him. “To make you.”
Ryan didn’t have time to complain when Brendon began tugging at his pants, pulling it down and away with ease. “Brendon,” Ryan said warily. He was getting uneasy because Brendon was undressing him now and there was no telling how far Brendon will go. He wanted this, really, but he was torn because Brendon might only be doing this out of anger and frustration. He wasn’t thinking clearly.
Still, Ryan found himself lifting his arms when Brendon pulled his shirt over his head and when he was finished with Ryan, he temporarily straightened up, each leg on either side of Ryan’s body, and took off his shirt.
Brendon was skinny, but not all bones, Ryan thought, his eyes fixed on the white skin. He had some muscles but not something to be proud of. Ryan was obviously thinking of ways or thoughts to distract himself with while Brendon was baring himself out, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he touch him, or just watch?
And Ryan felt really stupid and ashamed of his own body when the other sunk down on him, their bodies clashing together as Brendon claimed his lips. Ryan opened up when Brendon licked his lips and the rest was wet and tongue-y, just like the usual. But Ryan figured maybe he won’t get tired of this, as long as it was Brendon.
Brendon’s hand found its way towards Ryan’s head and he abruptly pulled at the hair downward, forcing Ryan’s head to tilt up and Brendon’s mouth trailed down his outstretched neck. It almost choked him but at the same time it felt so good.
Ryan let out a series of garbled moans, every time Brendon bit down or sucked at his skin, particularly at the sensitive neck area. It was better, Ryan concluded, for him not to see and just be surprised with whatever Brendon was going to do. Yeah. Sounds like a plan...
Brendon’s teeth scratched its way down to Ryan’s chest. Ryan tried to look down but Brendon pulled at his hair again, preventing him from doing so. Ryan grunted and he reached his hands to where Brendon was grasping his hair and began yanking his hair free. It was starting to get harder for him to swallow.
But Brendon’s hand didn’t budge. “Brendon,” Ryan said, now panting in response to Brendon’s mouth putting butterfly kisses along his navel and his labored swallowing.
Brendon looked up and let go of Ryan’s hair. “Sorry,” he said softly but not so earnestly and went back to kissing Ryan’s hips, only now the area closer to Ryan’s hardening cock.
A few minutes and Brendon’s mouth lingered at that spot, pushing Ryan close to tears with pleasure. He had never felt this way before and he never knew this kind of feeling was possible. He thrust his hips upwards whenever Brendon sucked on his skin and Brendon took hold of his hips and tried to confine them flat on the soft mattress of the couch but Ryan just couldn’t - not with what Brendon was doing.
“Fucking shit, Ryan! Stay still!” Brendon hissed, looking up on Ryan who was almost out of breath.
“I, uh, can’t,” Ryan breathed, not looking down and chest heaving.
Brendon rolled his eyes, even though Ryan couldn’t see. He sighed and crawled up so that they were face to face again, Ryan shivering every time their skins brushed. “Look,” he began. “Stay fucking still,” Brendon continued.
“God how?!” Ryan asked, his breath slowly evening out. “Maybe you should tie me up, if that’ll help.”
“That’s not what I want,” Brendon returned, but the idea made pleasant curls in his stomach, plus the fact that it came from Ryan himself. Maybe he won’t be able to pull that off anyway. He was not into bondage, he reasoned to himself. “Just do as I say, stay still, Ryan and you’ll be fine.”
“Fuck this is crazy,” Ryan said and bit down on his lower lip when Brendon’s mouth circled that spot near his private area. Not really there but just around it - licking and sucking.
And maybe he bit down too hard, his lip was stinging.
“Fuuuuuck.” Ryan wanted to lock his hands on Brendon’s messy hair but he grasped the arm rest above his head with both his hands and squeezed it instead. He struggled not to move as Brendon’s mouth finally touched his cock.
But Brendon paused and looked up, checking how Ryan’s face looked. Ryan looked down when he heard the other holding back a laugh. “Fuck you, Brendon.”
“Yeah, right,” Brendon returned in a mocking tone, smirking at him.
“Get on with it,” Ryan commanded. Brendon was just staring with that smirk, eyeing his bare built wet with their sweat and Ryan gasping for air.
“Okay, we’ll be taking this to a new level. Hopefully I wouldn’t die choking, so don’t you dare move. To die by choking on another man’s dick is not something I wish for. Plus that’s awkward, and yeah, you’ll have the killer cock,” Brendon said and laughed a little, still looking like he was waiting for a verbal response from Ryan. “I’ll kill you if you move, ‘kay?”
Ryan laughed at the irony. “Dammit Brendon, it’s not like I’m not going to return the favor,” Ryan said flatly, finally meeting Brendon’s gaze. “Get it over with,” he continued.
“Oh, thanks,” Brendon said, taking Ryan’s point. It took another few seconds before Brendon leaned forward, slowly sliding his mouth over Ryan’s hard length and gradually worked his tongue along it.
Ryan threw his head back on the couch and bit his lip but failed to suppress a long gratifying moan. “God I’m dying,” he said and he meant he was close to coming and he forgot to use the right words to warn the other.
“Holy fuck!” Brendon moved back instantly when Ryan came all over him, on his mouth. “Ryan!” he exclaimed disappointedly and hit Ryan lightly on the thigh. “What the fuck?!”
Ryan was still dazed but he looked down on Brendon anyway, a smirk forming along his face. “Swallow it, Brendumb.”
“Fuck you,” Brendon replied dryly and got up from the couch and headed straight to Ryan’s bathroom.
“You’re a sucker now,” he said to the mirror and forced a smile before swallowing. “Jesus you look awful,” he said to himself and walked back to the room. “Get up,” he told Ryan and began unzipping his pants.
Ryan looked at him, puzzled. He was still panting and still half out of it.
“Return the favor, right?”
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They were done, wet, sticky, and lying side by side on Ryan’s bed after a couple of hours.
“Do you still love her?” Ryan asked before he could even think properly.
“Yes,” the other returned quickly and wrapped an arm around Ryan’s waist.
Ryan sighed, but not too loud. “I’m kind of disappointed at her. I mean, why Matt?”
Brendon remembered. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “I think I’m fucked up. I don’t deserve her.”
“She doesn’t deserve you,” Ryan said, careful not to make any more body contact with Brendon since they were still both naked.
“Thanks.” Brendon sighed, a long and tired one. “I want to know the truth, though.”
“Yeah.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Notes: Yay. I finally updated. I’m sorry for the delay. School is killing me, literally. I have two machine problems to defend before my term ends and gah, duwanna talk ‘bout it.
Anyway, it’s a Paramore day on Tuesday! Thought I’d share something to you guys before the big day. And Cobra Starship’s coming on the 27th too. I feel soooo happy.
Author: msbenzedrine
Pairing: Ryden
Rating: PG13
POV: 3rd
Summary: (high school AU) Brendon’s life took a huge turn when he found himself suddenly living with his rich new guardian and her family in a mansion Brendon thought only existed in TV shows after his foster mom died. Living in luxury would be fine or much peaceful if it wasn’t for his guardian’s son, Ryan, a rich kid his age who didn’t like having uninvited guests around. Living together should be interesting.
Warnings: Rated R, this chap yes. Be warned.
Beta: deadoralive0013
Disclaimer: wish they were mine
Notes: Fourteenth.
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It was quarter to seven when they reached Illinois and the place where Amber lived. She opened the door expectantly and practically jumped and engaged Brendon in a tight hug when she saw him at her doorstep.
“Hi B!” she exclaimed and suddenly let go of him when Ryan popped behind him. She smiled, “Hey Ryan.”
Ryan sneered. “Hey Amber,” he said.
“Come in,” she said and let them into their humble home. She mentally rolled her eyes when Ryan walked past her.
It wasn’t much, for Ryan. The living room was a quarter short of his bed room and there sat a television, not flat screen, and a battered couch opposite it.
“Oh hey there,” a woman appeared from the kitchen and Ryan assumed she was the mother. She was smiling at them and her hair was tied neatly in a bun and it looked like she was cooking something. The flower-printed apron proved it.
“Good evening Lisa,” Brendon greeted her and hugged her. He placed his backpack on one of the chairs in the dining area and it wasn’t hard not to see because the dining area was just opposite the living area. Ryan was not used to staying in small spaces but he figured it should be exciting, given Brendon was there.
“Good evening,” Ryan said, following Brendon to the dining area and squished his own bag beside Brendon’s. “I’m Ryan Ross, Brendon’s... friend and housemate,” he introduced and doubted if those words were appropriate. He wouldn’t say he’s Brendon’s foster brother. That’s weird and no, awkward too.
“Oh, Amber has told me a lot about you,” she said and shook Ryan’s hand. “Brendon’s lucky to have you as a brother,” she added with a laugh.
Ryan mentally slapped his head. Just the right words, right. “No I don’t treat him like my brother,” he said before he could think, and forcefully laughed. “More like a friend,” he clarified and Lisa smiled.
“Yeah,” Brendon said and put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder.
“Brendon!”
All four of them turned to see a young boy, about the age of four or five appear from the kitchen. Brendon’s smile widened at that and patted the boy on the head when he got closer.
“Hey buddy, how’re you doing?” Brendon bent down and smiled at the kid. Who the hell was that kid? Ryan thought and raised an eyebrow when the kid met his eyes.
“Doin’ fine. When Amber told me you’re coming for Thanksgiving I couldn’t wait!” the kid exclaimed.
Brendon laughed lightly and Amber smiled at him. “I’ve got some surprises for you, Dus.”
The kid they called Dus jumped up and down out of joy. Ryan didn’t realize until now how Brendon loved kids. Oh yeah, he was good at everything. Psh...
“I’ll just go and check the turkey,” Lisa said and turned to face the kid. “Dustin, honey, let them settle for now okay? Amber, take them to Dustin’s room.”
Amber smiled and nodded.
The room was pretty cramped. A bed on the side and a small study table. Opposite it was the closet and there was a comforter placed carefully on the floor beside the bed. Ryan deduced it was where they would be sleeping.
“I asked mom,” Amber began when Ryan and Brendon had put their bags on the end of the makeshift bed. “If we could sleep together but she insisted you stay here, just like the usual,” she continued and sounded irritated. Ryan mentally laughed and rolled his eyes when he saw her grab Brendon’s hand and dragged him outside the room.
“It’s okay.” Ryan could hear Brendon speak. He looked at the walls and there were plastered artworks, child drawings of stick figures. One looked like a family portrait and should Ryan be surprised that Brendon was included in it?
He didn’t give a damn. “The fuck,” Ryan whispered to himself and was surprised to see Dustin behind him when he turned, gaping. How did that kid managed to slip into the room without him noticing it? “What?” he asked flatly.
“You say bad words,” the kid said, pouting.
“Only when the recipient’s worthy,” Ryan countered.
“Are you Ryan?”
Ryan raised an eyebrow and sat on the bed. He didn’t want to talk, he hated kids but Dustin followed him and copied his action.
Someone had sent him a message and it was his mother, telling them to take care and be back soon. Ryan smiled at that and his sight was caught by the kid, still staring at him like crazy. “What?”
“You’re pretty,” the kid said and beamed at him. “Like a pwincess,” he finished with a smile that bared his teeth and quickly jumped on the bed and hid his face underneath a pillow.
What. The. Fuck. Seriously, Ryan thought and felt himself blush at that. He shook his head and was torn between telling the kid his wrong assumption and not doing anything at all. Anyway he was not good at dealing with kids.
“Hey, listen,” Ryan began and the kid just buried himself deeper into the Justice league pillow. “Jesus Christ, I’m not a girl,” he said with a sigh but it seemed the kid did not comprehend.
“Hey.”
Ryan turned to see Brendon standing in front of the door and smiling.
“Hey,” Ryan replied and pocketed his phone.
“Dinner’s ready, let’s go,” Brendon said. He walked over the bed to pick up Dustin. “Why is your face like that, Dus? Did pretty pwincess Ryan yell at you?” Brendon paused to smirk at Ryan who in return widened his eyes.
“You...” Ryan’s voice drifted off when he realized Brendon had heard them talking.
Brendon walked past him, carrying Dustin with him and whispered, making sure that Ryan heard, “Don’t worry, Dus. Ryan’s kind, but can be a little grumpy at times.”
It was Ryan’s first Thanksgiving with only a turkey to eat. No appetizer was offered and he was seeing no salad. He took the seat beside Brendon and Amber and Dustin took the vacant seats opposite them.
Ryan felt uneasy; the kid was shyly throwing glances at him.
“So I’ve heard you guys played in your school fest?” Lisa started with a smile.
“Yeah,” Brendon replied and nodded while taking the meat into his plate.
“They’ve become so famous at their school, mom,” Amber added, quite proud herself and she winked when Brendon glanced at her.
“Well that’s great, I think you would make such a fine band,” Lisa commented and that gave the butterflies both on Ryan and Brendon. They were reminded of the concert, and yeah, they could be a great band. Ryan was considering it after college, anyway. He just hadn’t discussed it with Brendon and Spencer and Jon.
“Anyway, I won’t be here tomorrow. I have work so you kids could heat up the leftovers or Amber could cook something else for lunch,” Lisa said.
“We’re planning to get some groceries tomorrow,” Brendon said plainly, not trying to brag or anything.
“Yey!” Dustin exclaimed.
“Yeah, buddy, I’ll get you something sweet tomorrow,” Brendon said gaily.
“Oh thank you Brendon,” the mother said, almost timidly. “And Ryan, thank you too for accompanying Brendon here. I do hope you feel comfortable here, despite our home being small.” Lisa laughed, passing it as a joke but Brendon frowned.
“I like it,” Ryan lied. The house was small and everything was far from his own home. The meal was not to Ryan’s liking, especially the view - Dustin who was constantly glancing at him because he’d mistaken him for a girl. Oh perfect.
When they finished dinner, Amber washed the dishes and Lisa told the boys to go upstairs already and so they did.
It was awkward because Brendon and Ryan were now lying side by side on the makeshift bed, arms almost touching and little Dustin was on the bed beside them.
Hours before, Amber had turn off the lights and now the only source of light they had was the moonlight from Dustin’s window.
“You asleep?” Ryan asked Brendon when everything had been quiet for more than an hour. Ryan shifted to face Brendon who was facing the other side. Ryan was the one beside Dustin’s bed and it felt so uncomfortable for him. He might get back aches tomorrow.
“Yes,” Brendon garbled and scratched his back.
It was hot. Didn’t they have at least a temperature regulator in here? Ryan rolled his eyes when he felt the other move and Brendon’s elbow hit his stomach. Ryan grumbled and Brendon said a hushed ‘sorry’.
“It’s hot,” Ryan complained and grunted when Brendon murmured something incoherent. Apparently Brendon was sleepy and tired, probably. “I said it’s hot.”
Brendon moved, “Then remove your shirt.”
Oh, okay. Like that would help. It was not that hot anyway, it was just that Ryan was not used to sleeping on hard wooden floors and unventilated rooms. But he couldn’t help but get a little uneasy when Brendon suggested he take off his shirt.
That was not going to happen. They remained silent for a few minutes and Ryan wondered why he was not getting sleepy. It could be because of the hard comforter or...
Ryan gasped when Brendon turned to face him and actually wrapped an arm around him. Their faces were close, and Ryan’s eyes were fixed on the other’s sleeping face.
“Uh, Ryan?”
Ryan knew it. He removed Brendon’s arm and faced Dustin who was looking over them. He couldn’t figure the kid’s face but he asked away, “What is it?” trying to sound annoyed.
“I hear the boogeyman,” the kid said, and it sounded like he was almost crying.
“The boogeyman does not exist,” Ryan said flatly, like believing in the boogeyman when you’re just a kid was the most ridiculous thing ever.
“I am scared,” Dustin said and without another second he got down from his bed and squeezed himself beside Ryan, pushing him a little too close to Brendon’s body. Oh great.
“What are you doing here?” Ryan shrieked, half surprised and trying his best for his body not to touch the other’s. “Get back to your bed,” he commanded but Dustin shook his head.
“Noo,” the small kid said anxiously and looked up to Ryan despite the darkness that surrounded them.
God this was why he hated kids. “At least move a little, we’re already cramped up in here,” Ryan commented and he felt Brendon move again, facing his side and his mouth closed in at Ryan’s nape. He could feel the warm breaths that the other exhaled and Ryan swore if this continued he might...
“Hold my hand, please,” Dustin plead.
“No.”
“Please, Ryan?”
“I said no.”
“I’m scared, please?”
Ryan sighed. He hated kids, especially ones who were too insistent. “Okay, okay. Just... go to sleep.”
“Thanks!” Dustin exclaimed before grabbing both of Ryan’s hands and pulling them over his stomach.
“Can I have at least one hand for myself?” Ryan asked because Brendon’s hand was threatening to go places other than his waist.
“But the boogeyman says if I can’t have both he’ll get me,” Dustin reasoned out, and even in the dark Ryan could see the smile that formed along the kid’s lips.
Oh, god Ryan would kill the fucking boogeyman.
“Uh, Ryan,” Brendon murmured and Ryan felt Brendon’s hand snake around his waist once again. He was afraid where it might get to and sweat started to form along his forehead.
“Brendon,” Ryan hissed but the other didn’t respond. Fuck no, they couldn’t. At least not when a kid was lying beside Ryan and it was just then that Brendon slipped his hand through the waistband of Ryan’s shorts.
Ryan gasped and kicked Brendon in the shin. “Ouch!” Brendon whispered a shout and instantly removed his hand, to attend to his shin. He was wide awake now. “What the fuck?”
“Dustin is scared of the freakin’ boogeyman so I have to hold his hands,” Ryan said tiredly and Brendon propped up, and saw the kid squeezed beside Ryan who was now asleep.
He laughed. “He likes you, Ryan,” Brendon said and Ryan threw him a glare.
“Yeah, fuck you too,” Ryan returned and gave Brendon another good kick at the foot.
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Ryan woke up the next day, but it was only him and Dustin on the makeshift bed. Brendon was nowhere inside the room.
He sat up and blinked twice. His back was sore from the hard wood and soon he forced himself to stand straight and walked out of the room. Amber’s door was slightly opened and Ryan gaped when he saw Amber on all fours above Brendon.
“What the fuck,” Ryan hissed. He hated her and he could just bust in and tell Brendon what his girlfriend had been up to.
Ryan peeked in. Amber was taking off her top and Ryan almost stuck out his tongue at that. The bitch, he thought.
“No.”
Ryan could hear Brendon say. He inwardly smiled at that. Only then that he realized Brendon was looking past Amber’s shoulders and directly at him. Ryan’s eyes widened and he immediately walked away but he stayed on the side, waiting for what would happen between the two.
Brendon had seen him and the bastard would use it against him. Ryan muttered curses until he heard Brendon speak again. He gently pressed his ear against the wall.
“Someone sent you a message,” Brendon said and Ryan could hear the ruffling of the sheets and Brendon whispered something he didn’t catch. Ryan moved closer to the wall. “What was it?”
“Nothing important,” she replied.
“But it was, from Matt, right? I saw it.”
Then there was silence. Much as Ryan wanted to, he couldn’t take a step closer. He didn’t know what was happening in there.
“Amber, why?” Ryan heard Brendon say, obviously disappointed. Things could go on from there, Brendon might just discover it himself.
Ryan strode silently back into Dustin’s room and lay down beside Dustin. Ryan sighed and closed his eyes when he heard faint footsteps closing in.
“Brendon,” Amber said, trailing behind Brendon. Ryan could see their feet, Brendon closer and Amber at the door.
“I,” Brendon began, tone totally upset. “I need to go, Amber,” he continued. “At least for now.”
“I’m telling you, you should believe me,” Amber defended.
“I was not accusing you of anything.” Brendon sounded kind of irritated.
“Then why are you leaving?” Amber sobbed.
Brendon didn’t reply, most likely did not plan to anyway. Ryan could imagine his confused face, probably angry, even.
“What’s there to consider?” Amber said and Ryan looked down at her when she knelt in front of Brendon. “Brendon I love you. Is that hard to believe?!”
“No,” Brendon replied and helped her up from the floor. “I guess we both need time,” he added and Amber shook her head.
“You’re drifting away from me, B,” she returned. “We both have been having our own time all the while!”
Oh please, Ryan thought and he suddenly felt Dustin moving.
“Brendon,” the kid got up from his position and rubbed his eyes. “Why are you crying, Ber?”
“Dustin,” Brendon said and smiled. He turned to Amber and continued, “We’re leaving by lunch, Amber.”
Amber bit her lip and Brendon walked out of the room. There was that cold air of anger as he strode past her. “Brendon!” she called out and followed Brendon out of the room.
Ryan opened his eyes and saw little Dustin seated on the edge of the bed, pouting and tears welling up his big round eyes. “Hey,” he said and the kid rushed to his side.
“They’re fighting?” Dustin asked, pressing his head against Ryan’s chest. It felt embarrassing and uncomfortable, but Ryan patted Dustin on the head. He did not know what to say. And Dustin was just a kid, he would not understand.
“Come,” Ryan said as he got to his feet, Dustin following him and grabbing one of his hands and locked it in his small hand.
“Where’re we goin’?” Dustin smiled sweetly. He was just a kid, his attention would be easily averted.
Ryan smiled, but it was still stiff. “Outside.” They began walking out of the room and when they reached Amber’s door, arguments and raised voices of anger filled their ears. Ryan sighed and bent down, so that he and Dustin were face to face. “Let’s leave them for a while, okay?” Ryan said and his smile came more natural this time.
Dustin’s face brightened up with a smile. “You look so much prettier, Ryan!” he exclaimed and Ryan instantly turned red. “I want to marry you,” he added shyly, rocking side to side and looking away.
Ryan rolled his eyes, but he smiled at the little boy. “That’s not possible,” he said and got to his feet again, taking Dustin’s hand and they began walking down the staircase.
“Will you show me your castle? And... and a fire dragon! We need fire dragons and some big men to protect us!” Dustin exclaimed excitedly as they got out of the house. Ryan just smiled.
Ryan and Dustin stayed on the lawn for a couple of hours. Dustin was busy picking up flowers and giving them all to Ryan while Ryan occasionally peeked in the house. It was taking long, they were still having arguments and Amber could be putting up a pretty nice made-up excuses and lies.
Ryan shrugged. Brendon won’t be fooled that easily.
“Here!” Dustin shouted, and Ryan looked in the kid’s direction. He was running towards him, carrying a yellow flower with him. “I put this on your ear, so you look even prettier than Amber. Wear it,” he said and before Ryan could complain the flower was already tucked on his left ear.
Ryan gave him a lopsided confused look. “You not thanking me?” Dustin said, frowning.
“Th-thanks?” Ryan muttered uneasily. Honestly, he was fearing for the future of this kid.
They went back inside after a few more minutes when Amber called them for lunch. They ate breakfast quietly and Brendon dragged Ryan along when he took Dustin to the mall. Amber kept her distance and Ryan was kept close. Brendon didn’t directly talk to her, but he didn’t want to look like he’s angry or anything, especially in front of Dustin. He just wasn’t talking to her and she felt it greatly.
They left as Brendon said, after lunch. Brendon wasn’t talking when they were in the car. Ryan was just driving and stupid him for feeling a bit sorry for Amber. It was her fault anyway, and playing two-timing was never nice.
Brendon propped his chin on the window and looked away. Ryan must have noticed it already, that Amber and him had a skirmish earlier. Brendon chanced a glance at Ryan who was focused on the road.
“You okay?” Ryan asked and Brendon sighed. Of course he wasn’t.
“No, but you could help me,” he said lightly. Brendon wasn’t sure how serious he was when he said that. He was in the middle of a crisis where his relationship with Amber was threatening to crumble down and yeah, fucking Ryan was still on his mind. Maybe he was just shocked that after all of what Matt had done to her, Amber would still want to see that guy.
Ryan sighed. “You need help?”
“Yeah, save me?” Brendon didn’t want to sound in despair and he rested on the backrest of the seat. “Please?”
“Brendon,” Ryan began. This might be the perfect opportunity because Brendon had asked. “I’m only interested in helping you out if you’re willing to help yourself out and tell me what happened.”
Brendon sighed, a long and tired one. “Aaaaah,” he said and scratched his nape. “I’m only telling you this because I trust you,” Brendon paused.
Ryan was struggling to keep his mind focused on the road, rather than on the thoughts and formation of words he was going to say. This was actually hard than when he was thinking about it.
“Earlier I saw a message from Amber’s phone. One that’s from Matt,” Brendon continued and was obviously unhappy.
“What did it say?”
“She wouldn’t show it to me and I told her that until she’s ready to show it to me,” Brendon’s voice drifted off. “I mean, there’s nothing to hide, is there?”
Ryan swallowed. “Actually, there is.”
Brendon blinked twice. “What?”
“Yeah, there is,” Ryan finally had the courage. Fuck it, here goes nothing... “Remember when I - uh, pushed you in one of the cubicles in the mall when you were sick?”
“What’s that got to do with what she’s hiding? And wait a second, what’s she hiding and how did you know about it?” Brendon swiveled to face Ryan, his face a mix of anger and confusion.
“Matt was actually there and she was with Amber,” Ryan swallowed and glanced at Brendon.
Brendon was looking straight at the road now, but he wasn’t processing what his eyes were seeing. “Is that true?” he asked, more of whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Ryan said honestly.
Ryan was not so sure now, if he did the right thing. It wasn’t actually any of his concerns but he reasoned to himself that Brendon was.
The rest of the trip went by in silence, almost. Except for the few stopovers they had but this time they chose not to stay in a hotel. They drove back home and got there by sundown.
Ryan lazily emptied the contents of his bag into the laundry bag and hung his clean clothes over the closet. He heard a soft thump and it must have been Brendon, because Pete was still not home.
“Brendon?” Ryan called out and made small steps outside his walk-in closet and was abruptly shoved against the wall of his room by the smaller boy, Brendon. “What the -”
Brendon lunged forward and their lips met harshly, Ryan a little bewildered and he felt Brendon’s anger and sorrow when he bit down on Ryan’s lower lip. Brendon bit too hard that Ryan winced and tried to push the other away but Brendon got a good grip on his waist and continued on what he was doing.
It stung whenever Brendon sucked on his lip, but soon Brendon got tired of it eventually and he rested his head on Ryan’s chest. He ran a hand against Brendon’s dark hair, hoping that the gesture would comfort him. Brendon was not crying but he was very close to that.
“What the fuck are you trying to do?” Ryan whispered almost out of breath, his back still flat against the wall.
Brendon looked up to him, his face earnest. “I want to fuck you,” he spat.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “You’re just angry, Brendon. Go back to your room,” he said and pushed the other away with ease. Brendon continued to move back until his legs hit the couch and he allowed himself to drop freely over it.
“Correct, I’m so angry that I could kill bunnies. But I’ll fuck you instead,” Brendon said flatly. “Isn’t that better?”
“Aren’t you going to do anything about it? Like formulate a resolution of some sort,” Ryan asked. No, he wasn’t suggesting that Brendon dump her already, he wanted that idea to come directly from Brendon himself.
“I’m kinda upset right now,” Brendon breathed out and closed his eyes. It actually felt like he was numb, the thought of Amber still seeing Matt was kind of neutral, but what he was contemplating was that she betrayed him, somehow. And to what depths of hell had he done to make her want to throw herself to the bearded bastard? “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Yes, you’re stupid. But that aside, you’re -” Ryan cut his own words and was unsure for the moment. He wanted to throw something nasty or something that would fire up anger from the other but Brendon was waiting, listening. “You’re fine,” he let go with a sigh. Ryan narrowed his eyes when he saw the corners of Brendon’s lips curve upward.
Ryan froze when Brendon straightened himself up from the couch and began walking towards him, lazily but his eyes were fixed on Ryan’s. “Thanks,” Brendon breathed out once he was too close that their hips ground together. A soft moan escaped Ryan’s mouth as he tipped his head back against the wall.
Ryan glared at Brendon when he saw his lips curve into a smug smile. “Fuck you,” Ryan said, and Brendon was half-wondering if that was an invitation.
“Sorry,” Brendon muttered and looked away. The sudden absence of friction made Ryan bite his lower lip in frustration.
Only then did he realize that Brendon was watching him, eyes dark and somehow it was turning him on even more. As much as Ryan wanted to resist, with the way Brendon was piercing him with his looks, he couldn’t.
“No.” Damn it was hard to say. Brendon frowned at him.
“Please?” Brendon tried, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze.
“No,” Ryan responded. “At least not today, you’re messed up, Brendon,” he added quickly.
“Allow me then,” Brendon began, licking his lips and pushed Ryan gently on the couch, leading him down so that Brendon was on top of him. “To make you.”
Ryan didn’t have time to complain when Brendon began tugging at his pants, pulling it down and away with ease. “Brendon,” Ryan said warily. He was getting uneasy because Brendon was undressing him now and there was no telling how far Brendon will go. He wanted this, really, but he was torn because Brendon might only be doing this out of anger and frustration. He wasn’t thinking clearly.
Still, Ryan found himself lifting his arms when Brendon pulled his shirt over his head and when he was finished with Ryan, he temporarily straightened up, each leg on either side of Ryan’s body, and took off his shirt.
Brendon was skinny, but not all bones, Ryan thought, his eyes fixed on the white skin. He had some muscles but not something to be proud of. Ryan was obviously thinking of ways or thoughts to distract himself with while Brendon was baring himself out, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Should he touch him, or just watch?
And Ryan felt really stupid and ashamed of his own body when the other sunk down on him, their bodies clashing together as Brendon claimed his lips. Ryan opened up when Brendon licked his lips and the rest was wet and tongue-y, just like the usual. But Ryan figured maybe he won’t get tired of this, as long as it was Brendon.
Brendon’s hand found its way towards Ryan’s head and he abruptly pulled at the hair downward, forcing Ryan’s head to tilt up and Brendon’s mouth trailed down his outstretched neck. It almost choked him but at the same time it felt so good.
Ryan let out a series of garbled moans, every time Brendon bit down or sucked at his skin, particularly at the sensitive neck area. It was better, Ryan concluded, for him not to see and just be surprised with whatever Brendon was going to do. Yeah. Sounds like a plan...
Brendon’s teeth scratched its way down to Ryan’s chest. Ryan tried to look down but Brendon pulled at his hair again, preventing him from doing so. Ryan grunted and he reached his hands to where Brendon was grasping his hair and began yanking his hair free. It was starting to get harder for him to swallow.
But Brendon’s hand didn’t budge. “Brendon,” Ryan said, now panting in response to Brendon’s mouth putting butterfly kisses along his navel and his labored swallowing.
Brendon looked up and let go of Ryan’s hair. “Sorry,” he said softly but not so earnestly and went back to kissing Ryan’s hips, only now the area closer to Ryan’s hardening cock.
A few minutes and Brendon’s mouth lingered at that spot, pushing Ryan close to tears with pleasure. He had never felt this way before and he never knew this kind of feeling was possible. He thrust his hips upwards whenever Brendon sucked on his skin and Brendon took hold of his hips and tried to confine them flat on the soft mattress of the couch but Ryan just couldn’t - not with what Brendon was doing.
“Fucking shit, Ryan! Stay still!” Brendon hissed, looking up on Ryan who was almost out of breath.
“I, uh, can’t,” Ryan breathed, not looking down and chest heaving.
Brendon rolled his eyes, even though Ryan couldn’t see. He sighed and crawled up so that they were face to face again, Ryan shivering every time their skins brushed. “Look,” he began. “Stay fucking still,” Brendon continued.
“God how?!” Ryan asked, his breath slowly evening out. “Maybe you should tie me up, if that’ll help.”
“That’s not what I want,” Brendon returned, but the idea made pleasant curls in his stomach, plus the fact that it came from Ryan himself. Maybe he won’t be able to pull that off anyway. He was not into bondage, he reasoned to himself. “Just do as I say, stay still, Ryan and you’ll be fine.”
“Fuck this is crazy,” Ryan said and bit down on his lower lip when Brendon’s mouth circled that spot near his private area. Not really there but just around it - licking and sucking.
And maybe he bit down too hard, his lip was stinging.
“Fuuuuuck.” Ryan wanted to lock his hands on Brendon’s messy hair but he grasped the arm rest above his head with both his hands and squeezed it instead. He struggled not to move as Brendon’s mouth finally touched his cock.
But Brendon paused and looked up, checking how Ryan’s face looked. Ryan looked down when he heard the other holding back a laugh. “Fuck you, Brendon.”
“Yeah, right,” Brendon returned in a mocking tone, smirking at him.
“Get on with it,” Ryan commanded. Brendon was just staring with that smirk, eyeing his bare built wet with their sweat and Ryan gasping for air.
“Okay, we’ll be taking this to a new level. Hopefully I wouldn’t die choking, so don’t you dare move. To die by choking on another man’s dick is not something I wish for. Plus that’s awkward, and yeah, you’ll have the killer cock,” Brendon said and laughed a little, still looking like he was waiting for a verbal response from Ryan. “I’ll kill you if you move, ‘kay?”
Ryan laughed at the irony. “Dammit Brendon, it’s not like I’m not going to return the favor,” Ryan said flatly, finally meeting Brendon’s gaze. “Get it over with,” he continued.
“Oh, thanks,” Brendon said, taking Ryan’s point. It took another few seconds before Brendon leaned forward, slowly sliding his mouth over Ryan’s hard length and gradually worked his tongue along it.
Ryan threw his head back on the couch and bit his lip but failed to suppress a long gratifying moan. “God I’m dying,” he said and he meant he was close to coming and he forgot to use the right words to warn the other.
“Holy fuck!” Brendon moved back instantly when Ryan came all over him, on his mouth. “Ryan!” he exclaimed disappointedly and hit Ryan lightly on the thigh. “What the fuck?!”
Ryan was still dazed but he looked down on Brendon anyway, a smirk forming along his face. “Swallow it, Brendumb.”
“Fuck you,” Brendon replied dryly and got up from the couch and headed straight to Ryan’s bathroom.
“You’re a sucker now,” he said to the mirror and forced a smile before swallowing. “Jesus you look awful,” he said to himself and walked back to the room. “Get up,” he told Ryan and began unzipping his pants.
Ryan looked at him, puzzled. He was still panting and still half out of it.
“Return the favor, right?”
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They were done, wet, sticky, and lying side by side on Ryan’s bed after a couple of hours.
“Do you still love her?” Ryan asked before he could even think properly.
“Yes,” the other returned quickly and wrapped an arm around Ryan’s waist.
Ryan sighed, but not too loud. “I’m kind of disappointed at her. I mean, why Matt?”
Brendon remembered. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “I think I’m fucked up. I don’t deserve her.”
“She doesn’t deserve you,” Ryan said, careful not to make any more body contact with Brendon since they were still both naked.
“Thanks.” Brendon sighed, a long and tired one. “I want to know the truth, though.”
“Yeah.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Notes: Yay. I finally updated. I’m sorry for the delay. School is killing me, literally. I have two machine problems to defend before my term ends and gah, duwanna talk ‘bout it.
Anyway, it’s a Paramore day on Tuesday! Thought I’d share something to you guys before the big day. And Cobra Starship’s coming on the 27th too. I feel soooo happy.