a fic rec- because it's time...
If you haven't read it yet- if you've been putting it off for whatever reason, if you live in a cave and somehow totally missed the awesomeness of the Bridge... Now. Now is the time. The incredible saga of the world of the Bridge is come to a close.
Kites, Bass Lines & Heat by arctic_grey
“Love is when we can say we have the sky, and, yet, we have nothing,” he read aloud. He paused and shrugged. “They were fucked over their heads when they wrote that. Love is a bullshit notion.”
“You’re the most cynical person I know, you know that?” I asked.
Ryan gave me a sincere smile. “Thank you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I thought it sounded beautiful.”
We unlocked the stall and stopped in front of the sinks. Ryan fixed his hair and rinsed his mouth with water. I tugged my shirt and made sure I looked decent.
The club we were at was the only club worth our attention in all of Las Vegas: The Bridge. It was a small, illegal underground club that was very hard to get into. Luckily, my best friend here was made of money. We were probably the youngest people in the club, being only sixteen and seventeen, so it was definitely a good thing no one saw the contents of Ryan’s stomach coming up his throat - it might have ruined Ryan’s “plan.”
and if you haven't read the first story Iron, Neon Lights, and Weed you might want to do that first.
I eat my sandwich and think that maybe after one more film, we’ll call it a night. Then I’ll go to bed, wake up in the afternoon, do the things I have to do, and then go to The Bridge. And I will not see a face with chocolate eyes looking at me, a face with the most gorgeous lips.
I’ll walk through the crowd alone again.
And I can’t stand people thinking I’ve been hit, that I’ve got wounded. One weakness and those people would eat me alive. And, so, I’ve been thinking I’ll pick out some new kid, someone who doesn’t know what’s been happening, and fuck them. To show everyone nothing has changed.
And I realise that Brendon was right about me. I’ll just go back to the way it was before he came along. And, yet, the thought of literally going back to fucking seems degrading. It seems to degrade all the things I’ve figured out lately, it seems to degrade Brendon.
I want Brendon here. I want to crawl under his skin, transform myself into something better. I want him in my bed beneath me, covered in sweat, weak and vulnerable. I want him whimpering, I want him helpless, and I want the both of us knowing that it’s fucking ok to be like that.
arctic_grey has promised us an epilogue- to check in on the boys - but then it's over :( This is not one you can afford to miss. This is one of those we will be referencing in comments and chats forever
I read a LOT of fic and I rec a lot of fic- this is in my ultimate top ten guys - it's up there with Addi and arsenicjade and if you know me at all you know what that means. (If not- in a nutshell it means this will blow your face off :)
These are Joncer and Ryden,but don't let that stop you if those aren't your pairings. These are also the most amazing musician AU I've ever read.
Kites, Bass Lines & Heat by arctic_grey
“Love is when we can say we have the sky, and, yet, we have nothing,” he read aloud. He paused and shrugged. “They were fucked over their heads when they wrote that. Love is a bullshit notion.”
“You’re the most cynical person I know, you know that?” I asked.
Ryan gave me a sincere smile. “Thank you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I thought it sounded beautiful.”
We unlocked the stall and stopped in front of the sinks. Ryan fixed his hair and rinsed his mouth with water. I tugged my shirt and made sure I looked decent.
The club we were at was the only club worth our attention in all of Las Vegas: The Bridge. It was a small, illegal underground club that was very hard to get into. Luckily, my best friend here was made of money. We were probably the youngest people in the club, being only sixteen and seventeen, so it was definitely a good thing no one saw the contents of Ryan’s stomach coming up his throat - it might have ruined Ryan’s “plan.”
and if you haven't read the first story Iron, Neon Lights, and Weed you might want to do that first.
I eat my sandwich and think that maybe after one more film, we’ll call it a night. Then I’ll go to bed, wake up in the afternoon, do the things I have to do, and then go to The Bridge. And I will not see a face with chocolate eyes looking at me, a face with the most gorgeous lips.
I’ll walk through the crowd alone again.
And I can’t stand people thinking I’ve been hit, that I’ve got wounded. One weakness and those people would eat me alive. And, so, I’ve been thinking I’ll pick out some new kid, someone who doesn’t know what’s been happening, and fuck them. To show everyone nothing has changed.
And I realise that Brendon was right about me. I’ll just go back to the way it was before he came along. And, yet, the thought of literally going back to fucking seems degrading. It seems to degrade all the things I’ve figured out lately, it seems to degrade Brendon.
I want Brendon here. I want to crawl under his skin, transform myself into something better. I want him in my bed beneath me, covered in sweat, weak and vulnerable. I want him whimpering, I want him helpless, and I want the both of us knowing that it’s fucking ok to be like that.
arctic_grey has promised us an epilogue- to check in on the boys - but then it's over :( This is not one you can afford to miss. This is one of those we will be referencing in comments and chats forever
I read a LOT of fic and I rec a lot of fic- this is in my ultimate top ten guys - it's up there with Addi and arsenicjade and if you know me at all you know what that means. (If not- in a nutshell it means this will blow your face off :)
These are Joncer and Ryden,but don't let that stop you if those aren't your pairings. These are also the most amazing musician AU I've ever read.