Dance On The Edge Of The Sky [Part One]
Title: Dance On The Edge Of The Sky [Part One]
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Rydon (Ryan/Brendon), Brilliam (?)(Brendon/William), Bryilliam (0.o)(Brendon/Ryan/William) and past Gabilliam (Gabe/William)
POV: 3rd Person
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. A lot of the speech/singing comes from songs from "Pretty.Odd" by Panic At The Disco. There's also lyrics from "Because" by The Beatles in there. The title comes from the song "The Way We Are" by Cinema Bizarre.
Summary: The bright, full moon shone down on the earth in place of the sun, its reflection sparkling off the surface of the lake Brendon had parked alongside. He sat on a blanket on the hill beneath a tall tree, strumming absently on his guitar, letting his soul direct his fingers, as Ryan bathed himself in the water. It was almost like a dream to Brendon, watching Ryan wash himself. Ryan stood waist-high in the cold water, his clothes in a pile on the bank, scooping the sparkling water into his hands to lather his body. Brendon was mesmerized at the way the moon's beams made Ryan's body glow so beautifully, the little drops of water clinging to his skin each holding the moons reflection to give Ryan his own source of light. His hair was matted, clinging to his head, the band still on, and his lips slightly blue from the temperature change. There has never been a more beautiful sight to Brendon's eyes.
Warning: Sex, male/male, language (just in case)
Beta: lilrainforest
Prompt: Music
Written For: lilrainforest
Word Count:
Author Notes: Written for 100 Prompts.
As a young child, Brendon trailed around behind his parents throughout the country, a large grin on his face from the overcoming power of the 'hippy era'. His clothes were loose on his thin body, sometimes slipping away as he skipped through the large fields of luscious green grass while his parents sang for the cause, not caring if he ended up completely naked. People thought it was cute, the little 'flower child' he was often called, basking in the golden rays of sunshine, jamming to the notes and chords flowing from his parent's guitars. They could have never been more proud of their son, encouraging his self expression and individualism, regardless of where it may lead them.
"One day," his father said, holding Brendon's tired form in his lap as they overlooked an ocean where the sun slowly sank, "the world will be full of peace, little Bdon. There will be no hate and no war; there will only be love and happiness." Brendon's lids began to heavily fall over his large brown eyes, the sparkling shimmer on top of the water dazzling his mind with a serene magic. "We must encourage love. For without love, we have nothing."
"Re-invent love," Brendon tiredly nodded, taking his father's words to heart, comfortably curling his small body against the elder mans for protection while drifting off to a gentle slumber. "We must...re-invent...love..."
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"When the moon, fell in love, with the sun; all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night." Brendon sat on the stage with a soft smile gracing his lips, his face relaxed as he sang into the microphone resting right before him. Scattered across the simplicity known as Mother Nature was a sea of bodies, swaying rhythmically to the sound, eyes shut and hands jetting into the air with fingers forming the sign language message of 'I love you'. "When the sun, met the moon, she was drinking tea, in a garden; under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer." Brendon's fingers moved along the strings of the guitar so effortlessly, as though they were a part of his living, fleshy body, a light coat of perspiration on his forehead from the smiling sun high in the crystal blue sky.
"When the moon found the sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on. But her eyes saved his life, in the middle of summer." Nothing felt as amazing to Brendon as being up on the stage, following in his parents footsteps, glancing endlessly up to the tuffs of fluffy white clouds, imagining them sitting there with large feathery white wings spread out and proud smiles. It was his job to carry on their legacy, bringing the message of peace and love to all those who were willing to open up their hearts long enough to listen, because the power of love can conquer all things. If everyone could see the beauty in the small flower who worked so hard to push through the soil so that it can share its tantalizing colors and delightful aroma with the rest of the earth, then maybe people wouldn't spend all their time building destructive weapons to eliminate the things God placed upon the rounded planet and enjoy the miraculous simplicities that occur every day all around them.
"In the middle of summer," his voice and playing picked up in dramatics, the strength behind his voice like an immovable object that wouldn't give in; a brick wall perhaps. "All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Brendon tapped his bare foot against one of the legs of his wooden stool, his skin calloused on the bottom since he often went without shoes, preferring the natural feel over manufactured sandals. "Summer!" he belted, smile bigger and brighter than ever, the crowd cheering and calling declarations of love out to him, a sensational high of human emotion lifting Brendon's soul from his body so that he may hover over himself to get a proper view. "All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night. Summer! Golden when the day met the night."
Little bells sang along with his guitar, attached to a thick hemp bracelet his mother made him when he was a child, teaching him how to create multiple levels of music while barely putting any physical effort into it. '"The soul, young B;" she would say as she taught him chords and notes, rhythms and tunes. "Music comes from the soul. The guitar and other instruments help to project the soul for others to hear, but ultimately, music is a product of our being." Brendon would absorb her words and lock them in the safety of his heart as though they were gold, to him they were, carefully watching his mother play so that he may try to recreate it. "Like fingerprints, everyone has a unique sound."' When able, Brendon would give his wrist a gentle shake, the echoing sound of the small bells hovering over his audience.
"So he said 'Would it be alright? If we just sat and talked for a little while? If in exchange, for your time, I give you this smile?'" As per every performance, Brendon looked out to the front few rows with a delicate smile, sending his love from his heart to theirs. "So she said 'That's ok, as long as you can make a promise not to break, my little heart and leave, me all alone, in the summer'." Sparkling brown eyes moved from one face to another, lingering just long enough to make a connection, an understanding, of that love. It was, however, when those large and loving orbs landed on a certain being almost dead center in front of where he so effortlessly performed, that Brendon stopped singing to the crowd to direct his words to that very soul whom they were written about.
Sitting on his knees in the soft grass, twirling a little white daisy given to him prior to the show, Ryan looked up at Brendon as though there was no other man on earth. As though Brendon was brighter and warmer than the sun, king of all stars. As though Brendon was more important. His smooth, pale face expressed the deeper love he held for the slightly younger man who brought love to the earth, their eyes locking without a single blink or side glance, without a single thought, to dare and try to break it. "Well he was just hangin' around, then he fell in love, and he didn't know how. But he couldn't get out, just hangin' around, then he fell in love." Brendon's lips moved so flawlessly, the words slipping so easily out into the microphone before him for all the field to hear the song written for that one soul sitting on the ground in front of him. He loves everyone for love comes above all things, but he loves that one soul in a different, more iron-grip sort of way; a love stronger than concrete.
"In the middle of summer! All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" The way Brendon's facial features moved along with his words, his music, made a light coat of blush come over Ryan's face; the tops of his cheeks tinting a gentle pinkish rose shade, the corners of his mouth tugging up the slightest bit more. "Summer! All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Brendon pulled his gaze from Ryan and let his lids fall shut, picturing that all-too perfect smile adorning that hand-crafted face made only for angels by the protector of all creatures roaming the beautiful planet earth. He could see their bodies tangled together, fitting like puzzle pieces once belonging to a large picture cut into various designs and scattered amongst the ground, having found each other once again. That's what mankind was, after all; one giant puzzle.
"When the moon, fell in love with the sun; all was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Some could say that Brendon was yelling now, but he wasn't. He was merely projecting his voice to the heavens so that the angels may harmonize the tune and carry it across the land to those he couldn't personally reach, sprinkle love to even the blackest of hearts. "Summer..." Brendon's tone softened once again, letting the word linger and carry to slip into every gathered ear to travel through every troubled body. "Summer..." he repeated, following the word with a gentle, calming hum; a buzzing almost as prominent but not quite as annoying as a mosquito. "Summer..." A last strum against the tightened, vibrating strings on the guitar resting in his lap rang out, Brendon's head lowering as his soul reconnected with his body once more, his song finished all too soon.
Ryan listened to the cheers and claps from the thousands of wandering souls amongst them, looking down at the flower in his fingers, it's freshly picked stem softened from his fingers. The swirl of the long white pedals around the radiant yellow-orange center kept the light feeling in his heart, knowing that the usually unnoticed piece of artwork he held in his fingers was given to him as a token of love and appreciation. "Thank you, brothers and sisters, for joining me here in a celebration of love." Brendon spoke, his voice calm but demanding that you silence yourself to listen, the words practically being read from a golden scroll of law. "While I must leave you now, the light we have brought to nourish seeds of love in the hearts of those once lost in the darkness will grow and blossom most beautifully." He slid from his seat, nodding his head to his every growing family, blowing a kiss possibly too directed to Ryan as he gave a gentle bow. "May love and peace travel with you wherever your path shall lead." The saying was repeated back to Brendon while he took confident strides across the stage to the stairs in the back, longing to feel the grass between his toes once more.
People began to disband from the stage to return to their vans and tents, continuing their own individual celebrations until the next performer took the stage. Ryan remained on the ground, staring at the little flower until a gentle hand lifted his chin up, locking his eyes with the large brown ones momentarily on the stage. "Are you ready to leave?" The words were so simple yet so meaningful, Brendon rarely ever carrying out an action not first approved by for the soul which walks alongside him. Ryan nodded his head and Brendon laid his guitar gently down on the grass, taking the little flower from Ryan's fingers and sticking it carefully in the band circling Ryan's head, holding his semi-long brown hair against his head. "Let's explore and film the world before it happens," he said, sliding one hand into Ryan's and standing up, pulling the other from the position he held on the ground, his guitar once again secured in his free hand.
Brendon began to lightly hum once more, swinging their joined hands back and forth between their bodies as they followed the matted grass path back to the van they traveled around in, smiling as more people covered the old metal with brightly colored paint. He loved when people would tag his van in remembrance of where he's been, excited to find out where he'll end up next. A light breeze pushed the sides of Ryan's vest back beneath his arms, the buttons having never been done, the fabric of his pants pulling tight against the front of his legs. He shut his eyes and let his mind dance with the wind, guided by the humming his lover was producing as they walked. His exposed skin chilled some from the constant blowing air but the warmth of the sun shining down on his face balanced Ryan's body temperature to perfection, letting the masterpiece walking alongside him lead his chosen blind form to the bus. It wasn't that they didn't like staying in one spot to get to know people; it was that there was too much to explore and too much to do to linger for more than a few well spent hours.
As they approached, their puppy, Bambi, excitedly spun around in circles beneath his long leash where he was kept near the bus. His jet black fur stood out against the light green grass, his long pink tongue hanging from his mouth as large soft paws bounced in anticipation of being with his masters once again. Ryan removed his hand from Brendon's to go greet his puppy, given to him by Brendon a month or so ago. He called it their 'love child'. Bambi stood on his back paws, wobbling to try and keep balance as Ryan bent down to him, attacking Ryan's face with his wet tongue causing Ryan to laugh and lightly scratched that spot between Bambi's ears that would have his leg going wild if he was lying down. "Ready to go drag down more miles in America?" he asked as he unclipped the little silver clasp and lifted the dog up into his arms.
Brendon slid open the van door and climbed inside, opening the guitar case where he gently laid the instrument to rest until he would need it again, turning to take the puppy from Ryan as the older male collected the leash and toys. Bambi wiggled in Brendon's arms, head turned up and tongue constantly darting in and out, trying to share his love with Brendon as well. Brendon laughed and held the puppy until Ryan had gotten everything, getting into the van and sliding the door shut. Bambi let out a few soft whimpers as he kicked his back paws to try and escape Brendon's grip, watching Ryan's every movement in the little van with pleading blue eyes. He truly was Ryan's puppy at heart, and he knew it.
Ryan put the toys and leash away in a small bag in the back by the mattress that served as their bed, sitting on the edge and facing Brendon who released the energetic puppy, its paws sliding a bit on the floor as he got his footing to run to Ryan, tackling him against the mattress. Ryan laughed and pet the dog who lay on his chest, Brendon's gaze lingering a moment with a soft smile. This is what he tried to get people to understand; how amazing and fulfilling love was. Even between his pet and lover, Brendon could see the love both shared for the other. Bambi strived to make his master happy, licking him and when outside playing with him, while Ryan pet and often fell asleep with the animal curled at his side to let the dog know he was protected and provided for. Brendon had found Bambi one night while dancing in the pouring rain, the little puppy a third its current size, hiding in a cardboard box so as not to get wet. He brought the defenseless pup back to the van and Ryan instantly bonded with him, thus extending their little group to two humans and one animal; three lives living on love.
Wanting to get somewhere peaceful by nightfall, Brendon stood up though still bent over from the roof, and left the back to get into the driver's seat, Ryan setting Bambi down and joining Brendon up front in the passenger's position. Ryan rolled down his window a bit and let Bambi take his usual position in Ryan's lap as Brendon started the van, the puppy placing to paws on the door, looking between the window and Brendon for the fresh air. Waving a final goodbye to those gathered around, Brendon turned the large wheel to direct the graffitied van from its resting spot to the road, Bambi's tongue hanging from his mouth once again as he panted and stuck his head out the window. After having almost accidentally gone out the window, Ryan only ever rolled it down enough for the puppy's head to stick out and enjoy the passing breeze. "Any particular place you want to see?" Brendon asked as usual, receiving the usual answer.
"Let love guide our way," Ryan smiled, stoking Bambi's back lightly. There were people that followed them everywhere they went, groupies if you will, but Brendon was only concerned with having Ryan and Bambi with him. Ryan was the one whom he met right after his parents passing from a fatal car crash one summer, in which Brendon himself barely survived, and it was meeting Ryan that Brendon finally understood what his parents had been teaching him for years about love. At the new age of twenty-one, Brendon spent his time talking to Ryan, who just so happened to be a volunteer at the hospital he was admitted to, loving him a little more every day. Having felt this connection as well with the injured man, Ryan didn't make a second thought in choosing to go with Brendon, wherever, when he was well enough.
Since then, Brendon has been carrying on his parents work with Ryan right at his side, no matter where they go as long as they go together. A tragic accident had brought them together, but love has made it so they haven't yet parted.
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The bright, full moon shone down on the earth in place of the sun, its reflection sparkling off the surface of the lake Brendon had parked alongside. He sat on a blanket on the hill beneath a tall tree, strumming absently on his guitar, letting his soul direct his fingers, as Ryan bathed himself in the water. It was almost like a dream to Brendon, watching Ryan wash himself. Ryan stood waist-high in the cold water, his clothes in a pile on the bank, scooping the sparkling water into his hands to lather his body. Brendon was mesmerized at the way the moon's beams made Ryan's body glow so beautifully, the little drops of water clinging to his skin each holding the moons reflection to give Ryan his own source of light. His hair was matted, clinging to his head, the band still on, and his lips slightly blue from the temperature change. There has never been a more beautiful sight to Brendon's eyes.
"Hey moon, please forget to fall down...hey moon, don't you go down..." Brendon quietly sang to himself, not wanting the image before him to lessen anything than the magnitude it was currently at. It was as though Ryan stood beneath the spotlight, the pure white beam of the moon, all the world quietly watching as he performed. A symphony of crickets accompanied Brendon's guitar, the gentle splashing of water, and Bambi's occasional noise from his position beside Brendon, laying on his back as he slept. Everything moved in slow motion to Brendon, like the world wasn't moving so fast so that he could savor the moment longer as it etched itself permanently in his mind.
When Ryan began to lose feeling in his body, content with his lake-bath, the soft tune drifting through the still air from Brendon's guitar luring him back to shore, he made his way through the calm water while hugging himself to get out. He smiled up at Brendon who had been staring at him almost the entire time, stepping completely naked from the water, his now air-exposed body sending chills through his bones. Brendon's jaw dropped slightly, creating a small 'o' shape on his soft lips as he watched Ryan exit because the water fell from the man's slim frame like a silk dress no longer needed. He could see Ryan's body shake ever so slightly and as Ryan ascended the hill, Brendon laid his guitar down next to him, holding his hands out to take his lover into his warm embrace.
Ryan passed his clothes and headed straight for Brendon who beckoned him, feeling the little icy drops of H2O slide down his body to the grass. Brendon was pretty sure this was how dew was made; at least it's how it would be made if Ryan was the one who did it. When he reached the blanket his lover sat on, Ryan dropped to his knees and let Brendon gather him in his arms, shutting his eyes and laying his wet head on Brendon's shoulder. "Nothing really matters except for me to be with you," Brendon said, kissing the damn hair atop Ryan's head. He ran a hand slowly up and down Ryan's slick body as the elder shook some, trying to bring warmth to his skin and chase away the cold. Ryan curled up against the warmer body, letting his skin melt to the form like wax in a mold, shutting his eyes to listen to the chorus of crickets still chirping all around them; the music of Mother Nature.
Getting nowhere with the gentle rubbing to warm Ryan, Brendon pulled his own shirt off, hoping that the skin-to-skin contact would help a little more; his shirt pretty soaked anyway. He wished Ryan would have waited for the sun simply because it would have been warmer for him seeing as he doesn't have much on his frame to create body heat, but he didn't argue because that was a sin against love. Arguing, fighting; they're all forms of hatred and anger. Conflicts can be resolved with words and work; effort on both behalves to untwist the knot which had formed. So Brendon took it upon himself to silently warm his lover before he caught cold, not wanting him to fall ill. The coldness of Ryan's body sent small shivers through Brendon but he just took a deep breath and let his body relax until he couldn't tell which parts were him and which were Ryan. Their puzzle-like bodies were more perfect for each other than they realized. When God creates one person, He creates another to be that match, leaving it up to the individual to make that journey to completion. Ryan and Brendon were lucky to of found it at such a young age so that they can grow old together in love and happiness.
"Brendon..." Ryan's slightly shaky, trailing, soft voice broke the almost numbing sound of the crickets, opening his eyes and tilting his head to look up. "Will you make love to me?" he asked so delicately, almost afraid that Brendon would say no. Brendon never could though, not that he would ever think of uttering such a hateful word. Their eyes connected, little puffs of wispy breath slipping through Ryan's mouth onto Brendon's chest. No words were needed in reply; just a soft smile and tender kiss upon Ryan's cold temple. Brendon slipped gently from Ryan, laying him down against the blanket, and grabbing the sleeping mass of fur to bring him to the van. Bambi awoke and yawned, letting Brendon cradle him like a human infant to the van, not fully understanding as to what was going to happen.
He set Bambi on the mattress within, the puppy making a soft whining noise as he stretched his paws and yawned, padding across the mattress to curl up on the pillow Ryan's head would rest upon. Brendon carefully shut the doors so as not to disrupt the puppy, pushing the top of his pants past his hips so the fabric fell to his ankles, allowing him to step from them to go to Ryan again. Underwear was considered an unnecessary constriction, a boundary against love that prolonged a distance between them. Since Ryan and Brendon made love almost every day, only cloth to cover their bodies around other beings was what they dressed in, an accessory or two such as Ryan's headband to create identity. During the day in the light of the sun they wore clothes, but at night in the solitude of darkness with only each other's breath and sync heartbeats, the two wore each other in a tight embrace of tangled limbs and fusing flesh.
Joining his lover on the blanket they've made love on countless times before, Brendon lowered his body so that his knees pushed the blanket into the soft earth. He sat back on his ankles and placed one hand on his own thigh, leaning forward to let the other hover over Ryan's heart, pressing the tip of one finger against the chilled flesh and creating a little 'c', only without curving the end up but rather making it an angled line with a pointed end, bringing his finger back up to repeat the process only in the opposite direction so that in the end he created a little invisible heart which Ryan swore was branded into his skin; in a good way though. A way that gives energy to his actual more fist-like heart to beat and circulate blood through the veins of his body. A way that energizes his soul to draw oxygen into his lungs and move his muscles. A way that makes his smile as large as it can possibly be whenever Brendon is near. It was a kind of branding not visible to everyone but as clear as day to both Brendon and Ryan. It was a branding of pure and unconditional love; a tying of two souls as different as water and ice.
From the pointed end, Brendon trailed his finger slowly along Ryan's body, eyes shut to feel every curve and groove, every muscle beneath the wet pale flesh as it loosened or contracted depending on how Ryan moved. Warmth branched from the little invisible path Brendon's finger created, spreading through Ryan's body like ink running on a page. He grabbed the soft cloth beneath him, twisting it a bit around his fists, as Brendon's finger traveled dangerously close to the organ God gave man to express his physical love, bypassing it to Ryan's thigh. Brendon smiled at how his lover reacted to his touch, trailing his finger down Ryan's inner thigh to his knee before stopping. Placing both hands gently on the bending bones of Ryan's knees, Brendon pushed them farther to the side, spreading Ryan's legs a bit more and opening his hips. Ryan let Brendon have full control of his body, keeping his knees bent on either side of Brendon and allowing the younger more access to his waist.
Brendon crawled up a bit more, still remaining on his knees, and walked his fingers back up Ryan's body, his own body following so he was hovering over Ryan, brushing one hand up Ryan's neck to his chin, lifting it very slightly into a passionate kiss. That's what Brendon felt for Ryan; love and passion. The kind of love and passion that should they be separated for a prolonged period of time, his soul would crumble apart like sand slipping through fingers into the breeze on a warm summers day at the beach. Ryan's lips were cold still so Brendon ran the tip of his tongue slowly along them, a soft noise of pleasure springing from Ryan's throat, parting the thin flesh covering his teeth for Brendon's tongue to slip inside. He didn't do it right away, enjoying the sweet taste of Ryan's lips, but after a moment or two Brendon let his tongue fall into the small hole where it met and began to massage Ryan's tongue. The warmth of Brendon's breath against Ryan's face brought full feeling back to his face, Brendon's hands now combing through Ryan's wet hair, separating the small strands from their clumped state.
Their tongues danced against each other and their lips moved in perfect time, Ryan's body shuttering in a different sort of way now. It wasn't from the air brushing over his damp skin to extract heat but rather from heat being pumped back into his cold form, traveling his veins to reach every cell in every inch of his body. He felt himself get more and more aroused with every passing moment, the moons bright ray shifting away from the water and crawling up the hill towards the two. Brendon spread his legs a little and dropped his hips so when he pulled his body up some, without removing his lips from Ryan's, his naked body ground against Ryan's, a beautiful friction erupting between them. Ryan made little gasping noises every time Brendon did so, yearning for more direct contact. Brendon would wait a little longer though because he absolutely loved the little noises Ryan would make just for him and it would be a shame not to savor each and every little moan or sharp intake of breath. If Ryan took the time to create every little unique noise, Brendon was going to take the time to treasure them.
When Ryan's lips were no longer blue but the soft cotton-candy pink shade once again, lightly swollen from Brendon's kissing, Brendon took his fingers from Ryan's hair and ran them back down Ryan's slim body, his mouth creating a little trail of soft kisses down Ryan's body from the base of his neck to his belly button. As his mouth met the little dip in the skin where Ryan's body was once connected to his mothers as he received nutrients by a long cord to grow, Brendon let his tongue slide into the small indentation sending a tingling sensation all throughout Ryan's lower body, his back arching away from the blanket. Brendon made a soft humming noise of satisfaction at the way his lover responded to the little gesture, retracting his tongue to sit back up straight and gaze upon his lover's body, so beautiful like fluffy white snow in the middle of winter.
"Bren..." Ryan lightly gasped out, wanting to feel Brendon's hands or mouth or anything on him again, his body no longer cold but an increasing warmth that could very well challenge the sun for its position in the baby blue sky. Brendon smiled and wiped his pointer finger along Ryan's defining feature, collecting the little bead of pearly white substance which had collected there, bringing his finger to his mouth and sliding it inside where his tongue washed the salty substance away. He then placed his hands on Ryan's bony hips and began to rub little circles into the tender flesh with his thumbs, applying a small amount of pressure so that he could feel the bone beneath the skin. Ryan pushed back against Brendon's fingers which gradually moved closer and closer to his now throbbing member.
Ryan's breathing was growing more and more unsteady, coming in short and quicker breaths as Brendon took time to attend to every small detail his body had to offer at once point or another. With his own growing erection becoming a factor, Brendon noticed that Ryan was completely turned on by this point, his body a flushed kind of color swirled together with the pasty skin. His fingers still wet from the water resting in Ryan's hair, he dragged a finger to the tight ring of muscle on Ryan's butt, pushing it inside to make Ryan gasp for air, exhaling in a moan. It's that pleasured, somewhat strangled sound, that makes Brendon get a sudden craving to completely take Ryan, like he has so many times before. And now with the moon's bright beam resting on them, the spotlight there for the main event, Brendon feels a little obligated to put on a show with the pureness of the light shining upon the two; inches away from exchanging love in a physical way. The crickets symphony was growing louder, leading up to the climax of the evening, Brendon's heart beginning to race and matching Ryan's as the lust of contact took them both over, an invisible swirling mist of love and lust and passion enclosing them. Ryan was the only thing that mattered to Brendon at that moment; and vice versa.
With a slight sense of urgency, an urgency to feel Ryan all around him, to blend their souls together once more, Brendon pulled that finger out then pushed it back in, this time with a second finger. Ryan's mouth released a long but hasty moan, wavering in the air as his stomach tightened and he pushed down on Brendon's fingers. They slid in and out repeatedly, trying to relax that ring of muscles so as not to hurt Ryan, searching for that spot that makes Ryan scream at the same time. Brendon's eyes shut as he got lost in the moment, dancing on the noises escaping his lover's lips, his other hand going to Ryan's erection to keep his itching fingers from touching himself. He was to bring pleasure to Ryan, to bring love to him, so by whatever means he could cause Ryan's muscles to twist and his body to sweat, his throat to moan and his heart to race, he was going to do it. He would do anything for Ryan.
It was all a bit too much for Ryan at first; slick fingers running up and down his manhood while other slick fingers rammed in and out of him, his body near exploding from the pure pleasure drowning him so heavily that he couldn't get free; he didn't dare try though. Ryan's heels dug into the blanket, pushing it into the soft grass and most likely the dirt, twisting the fabric so tight around his hands that he was near cutting off his own circulation. And as he made small whimpering noises, no longer able to tell if he was inhaling or exhaling, eyes shut with a swirl of a million or more colors each with their own emotion flooding his vision, Brendon's hands increased in pace. Every thrust of Brendon's fingers in and out brought Ryan that much closer to orgasm, his back curved almost perfectly and neck twisted a bit, bent so his right temple was pushing against the ground. Brendon didn't look at Ryan because he knew the sight of his lover would surely make him come because no matter what Ryan does, he grows more and more beautiful to Brendon every waking moment they're together.
As Ryan relaxed, it became easier for Brendon's fingers to move so he added one last digit just to be safe, his other hand wrapped firmly around Ryan and pumping him with in sync with his fingers movements, cheeks flushed, every sound escaping Ryan bringing them farther from reality and closer to each other. "Br...Brendon..." Ryan's voice was a little raspy, blood pumping so furiously through his body that little drops of sweat began to roll along Ryan's face, the woven fabric of the blanket beneath him absorbing the liquid like parched soil. Brendon nodded, understanding the unspoken words Ryan had said to him, giving one final thrust of his fingers before removing them and releasing Ryan, taking a moment to let oxygen circulate through his body before opening his eyes and near coming as he expected. The way Ryan laid twisted on the blanket, not in a mangled way but in a contorted way of some intricate dance, Brendon's jaw almost escaped his head. He was a like a beautiful painting; his body curved and jagged to lead the eye all throughout the piece. Brendon nearly forgot what it was he was doing as his eyes remained fixated on his lovers form.
When pleading, needing, eyes met Brendon's he remembered and smiled, moving almost as close as he could get to Ryan's naked body and slipped his hands under Ryan's legs towards his lower back. With shaky arms, Ryan pushed his body up, fists still twisted in the blanket, and lifted his hips a bit with his head tilted back to allow Brendon to guide his body. Brendon's slightly calloused hands cupped the extremely smooth flesh of Ryan's butt, the feeling of silk to him, and brought closer yet. One hand released the older boy to take his own erection, helping to guide the organ to the recently relaxed entrance, slowly pushing in; running on the long passionate moan overpowering the crickets like thunder does pouring rain. Ryan let his body fall back down to his elbows, barely able to support his lightweight form as Brendon pushed himself farther and farther inside until their hips connected completely. A moment was given for Ryan's body to get used to the feeling, his hips shifting to signal that they were reading for the next step, Brendon waiting a moment longer to get used to the tight feeling enveloping him in warmth before moving.
It was slow at first; Brendon holding Ryan's hips as he pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in, his head falling back so his face was drown in the creamy moonlight falling so heavily down on them. They were center stage and were going to give a performance of a lifetime; a definite crowd pleaser with memories to last a lifetime. Brendon rolled his hips slowly, creating a rhythm, Ryan moving his hips ever so slightly with every thrust to try and locate that one incredibly pleasing spot inside him. His stomach was clenched as he moved his body with Brendon's, lips parted and lungs almost standing still with every quickened second of Brendon's movements. It became more and more needing; the contact of skin to skin. Their bodies radiated heat, remaining lake water long since evaporating and being replaces with thin sheets of sweat to coat their mortal shells so that the moonlight gave them a shimmering glow. They were no longer in this world but in their own where no one but each other existed; nothing but pleasure, love, and desire fueling their movements.
Once a steady rhythm was established, Brendon moved one hand to the curve in Ryan's back to hold him, returning the other hand to his erection so it was not forgotten. Again he pumped in time with his thrusts, sliding his hand down then pulling it back up, adding a little more pressure as it slid along the hardened organ. Ryan could feel his body racing towards that edge when he would fly off like smoke diving off the deep end of a cigarette. Brendon too wouldn't last much longer, the muscles in his abdomen twisting and tightening to the point of almost ripping; but he didn't care. There was nowhere he wanted to be and nothing else he'd rather be doing than making love with his partner. Love is something to be created and given; expressed and shared. Like so many other things, it takes two. And the love created is stored in a special, well-protected chamber of the heart in which the owner can develop as many or as little keys as they desire to give whomever they chose access to that love. Brendon has love for Ryan, locked in a secret spot in which only Ryan can get to, and love for the rest of the world. The love he has for Ryan is deeper, stronger, and infinitely endless. The love he shares with the world is more mutual, but love all the same.
Just as the crickets chirped with all their energy, Ryan let out a small scream because at long last Brendon had found that spot. The little magical target inside his body that when hit dead on his body quaked to the point of explosion; a million internal fireworks exploding, the sparking light bursting out through his large eyes, shooting adrenaline throughout his veins. A lazy, tired, smile came over Brendon's lips from having found that special spot in his lover, the coordinates almost engraved on his brain, as he repeated the exact angled thrusts over and over again. Ryan was whining, moaning, and softly yelling, his mind having lost all control over his throat that tried so desperately to keep up with the rapid signals it received from each small cell in his body. His eyes had all but rolled back now, the blanket bunched up beneath his body as he pulled his arms tight to his body, pushing himself down on Brendon as Brendon thrust up so their bodies nearly cut through each other, arching his back so much his spine was close to snapping in half.
Unable to sustain any longer, Ryan's body released the streams of cloudy pearl-colored liquid that is given to men for reproduction. It escaped his body to douse his stomach, Brendon's chest, and Brendon's hand. His cheeks were completely flushed and his body spent, Brendon coming inside him a split second later, doing all he could not to collapse on top of Ryan as he continued to gently stroke Ryan and rock his hips slowly, both riding out their orgasms while the created love brought them back to earth and slipped away to storage. Ryan let his body fall completely against the blanket, sweat pooling on top of his closed eyes, mouth still open to let the oxygen-rich air travel inside him in exchange for CO2. When Brendon pulled out he got his trembling body over Ryan's leg and fell onto his stomach beside his lover, half on the blanket and half on the grass, his brain shooting commands all throughout his body to direct it back to homeostasis. Their chests rose and fell in perfect unison, Ryan on his back and Brendon on his stomach, both spent and exhausted.
By now the moonlight was starting to travel farther uphill while the curtain of darkness fell over them, the symphony of crickets simmering out and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees who applauded their performance. Ryan smiled, his body melting into the ground, sliding his hand along the bunched blanket until it met Brendon's, sliding his fingers into his lovers with sweaty palms pressed against each other. Brendon used the last ounces of strength he had left to inch his body, like a caterpillar, alongside Ryan's, kissing his warm shoulder then laying his weary head down, both drifting to sleep in a matter of moments, traveling alongside each other in whatever world their dreams took them to this time.
Part Two
A/N--- I really wanted to do a one-shot threesome story so I started working on one. And I still am working on it. It's roughly 14,ooo words so far and I'm maybe half done...
since LJ will make me post this in parts anyway, here's the first. I'll try to have the 2nd and 3rd up ASAP (I may be losing the computer so...yeah...)
xoxo Tabi
Next= Brendon/Will
Later= Brendon/Ryan/Will (threesome FTW)
Author: ipanicdaily
Pairing: Rydon (Ryan/Brendon), Brilliam (?)(Brendon/William), Bryilliam (0.o)(Brendon/Ryan/William) and past Gabilliam (Gabe/William)
POV: 3rd Person
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone/anything other than the plot. A lot of the speech/singing comes from songs from "Pretty.Odd" by Panic At The Disco. There's also lyrics from "Because" by The Beatles in there. The title comes from the song "The Way We Are" by Cinema Bizarre.
Summary: The bright, full moon shone down on the earth in place of the sun, its reflection sparkling off the surface of the lake Brendon had parked alongside. He sat on a blanket on the hill beneath a tall tree, strumming absently on his guitar, letting his soul direct his fingers, as Ryan bathed himself in the water. It was almost like a dream to Brendon, watching Ryan wash himself. Ryan stood waist-high in the cold water, his clothes in a pile on the bank, scooping the sparkling water into his hands to lather his body. Brendon was mesmerized at the way the moon's beams made Ryan's body glow so beautifully, the little drops of water clinging to his skin each holding the moons reflection to give Ryan his own source of light. His hair was matted, clinging to his head, the band still on, and his lips slightly blue from the temperature change. There has never been a more beautiful sight to Brendon's eyes.
Warning: Sex, male/male, language (just in case)
Beta: lilrainforest
Prompt: Music
Written For: lilrainforest
Word Count:
Author Notes: Written for 100 Prompts.
As a young child, Brendon trailed around behind his parents throughout the country, a large grin on his face from the overcoming power of the 'hippy era'. His clothes were loose on his thin body, sometimes slipping away as he skipped through the large fields of luscious green grass while his parents sang for the cause, not caring if he ended up completely naked. People thought it was cute, the little 'flower child' he was often called, basking in the golden rays of sunshine, jamming to the notes and chords flowing from his parent's guitars. They could have never been more proud of their son, encouraging his self expression and individualism, regardless of where it may lead them.
"One day," his father said, holding Brendon's tired form in his lap as they overlooked an ocean where the sun slowly sank, "the world will be full of peace, little Bdon. There will be no hate and no war; there will only be love and happiness." Brendon's lids began to heavily fall over his large brown eyes, the sparkling shimmer on top of the water dazzling his mind with a serene magic. "We must encourage love. For without love, we have nothing."
"Re-invent love," Brendon tiredly nodded, taking his father's words to heart, comfortably curling his small body against the elder mans for protection while drifting off to a gentle slumber. "We must...re-invent...love..."
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"When the moon, fell in love, with the sun; all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night." Brendon sat on the stage with a soft smile gracing his lips, his face relaxed as he sang into the microphone resting right before him. Scattered across the simplicity known as Mother Nature was a sea of bodies, swaying rhythmically to the sound, eyes shut and hands jetting into the air with fingers forming the sign language message of 'I love you'. "When the sun, met the moon, she was drinking tea, in a garden; under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer." Brendon's fingers moved along the strings of the guitar so effortlessly, as though they were a part of his living, fleshy body, a light coat of perspiration on his forehead from the smiling sun high in the crystal blue sky.
"When the moon found the sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on. But her eyes saved his life, in the middle of summer." Nothing felt as amazing to Brendon as being up on the stage, following in his parents footsteps, glancing endlessly up to the tuffs of fluffy white clouds, imagining them sitting there with large feathery white wings spread out and proud smiles. It was his job to carry on their legacy, bringing the message of peace and love to all those who were willing to open up their hearts long enough to listen, because the power of love can conquer all things. If everyone could see the beauty in the small flower who worked so hard to push through the soil so that it can share its tantalizing colors and delightful aroma with the rest of the earth, then maybe people wouldn't spend all their time building destructive weapons to eliminate the things God placed upon the rounded planet and enjoy the miraculous simplicities that occur every day all around them.
"In the middle of summer," his voice and playing picked up in dramatics, the strength behind his voice like an immovable object that wouldn't give in; a brick wall perhaps. "All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Brendon tapped his bare foot against one of the legs of his wooden stool, his skin calloused on the bottom since he often went without shoes, preferring the natural feel over manufactured sandals. "Summer!" he belted, smile bigger and brighter than ever, the crowd cheering and calling declarations of love out to him, a sensational high of human emotion lifting Brendon's soul from his body so that he may hover over himself to get a proper view. "All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night. Summer! Golden when the day met the night."
Little bells sang along with his guitar, attached to a thick hemp bracelet his mother made him when he was a child, teaching him how to create multiple levels of music while barely putting any physical effort into it. '"The soul, young B;" she would say as she taught him chords and notes, rhythms and tunes. "Music comes from the soul. The guitar and other instruments help to project the soul for others to hear, but ultimately, music is a product of our being." Brendon would absorb her words and lock them in the safety of his heart as though they were gold, to him they were, carefully watching his mother play so that he may try to recreate it. "Like fingerprints, everyone has a unique sound."' When able, Brendon would give his wrist a gentle shake, the echoing sound of the small bells hovering over his audience.
"So he said 'Would it be alright? If we just sat and talked for a little while? If in exchange, for your time, I give you this smile?'" As per every performance, Brendon looked out to the front few rows with a delicate smile, sending his love from his heart to theirs. "So she said 'That's ok, as long as you can make a promise not to break, my little heart and leave, me all alone, in the summer'." Sparkling brown eyes moved from one face to another, lingering just long enough to make a connection, an understanding, of that love. It was, however, when those large and loving orbs landed on a certain being almost dead center in front of where he so effortlessly performed, that Brendon stopped singing to the crowd to direct his words to that very soul whom they were written about.
Sitting on his knees in the soft grass, twirling a little white daisy given to him prior to the show, Ryan looked up at Brendon as though there was no other man on earth. As though Brendon was brighter and warmer than the sun, king of all stars. As though Brendon was more important. His smooth, pale face expressed the deeper love he held for the slightly younger man who brought love to the earth, their eyes locking without a single blink or side glance, without a single thought, to dare and try to break it. "Well he was just hangin' around, then he fell in love, and he didn't know how. But he couldn't get out, just hangin' around, then he fell in love." Brendon's lips moved so flawlessly, the words slipping so easily out into the microphone before him for all the field to hear the song written for that one soul sitting on the ground in front of him. He loves everyone for love comes above all things, but he loves that one soul in a different, more iron-grip sort of way; a love stronger than concrete.
"In the middle of summer! All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" The way Brendon's facial features moved along with his words, his music, made a light coat of blush come over Ryan's face; the tops of his cheeks tinting a gentle pinkish rose shade, the corners of his mouth tugging up the slightest bit more. "Summer! All was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Brendon pulled his gaze from Ryan and let his lids fall shut, picturing that all-too perfect smile adorning that hand-crafted face made only for angels by the protector of all creatures roaming the beautiful planet earth. He could see their bodies tangled together, fitting like puzzle pieces once belonging to a large picture cut into various designs and scattered amongst the ground, having found each other once again. That's what mankind was, after all; one giant puzzle.
"When the moon, fell in love with the sun; all was golden in the sky! All was golden when the day met the night!" Some could say that Brendon was yelling now, but he wasn't. He was merely projecting his voice to the heavens so that the angels may harmonize the tune and carry it across the land to those he couldn't personally reach, sprinkle love to even the blackest of hearts. "Summer..." Brendon's tone softened once again, letting the word linger and carry to slip into every gathered ear to travel through every troubled body. "Summer..." he repeated, following the word with a gentle, calming hum; a buzzing almost as prominent but not quite as annoying as a mosquito. "Summer..." A last strum against the tightened, vibrating strings on the guitar resting in his lap rang out, Brendon's head lowering as his soul reconnected with his body once more, his song finished all too soon.
Ryan listened to the cheers and claps from the thousands of wandering souls amongst them, looking down at the flower in his fingers, it's freshly picked stem softened from his fingers. The swirl of the long white pedals around the radiant yellow-orange center kept the light feeling in his heart, knowing that the usually unnoticed piece of artwork he held in his fingers was given to him as a token of love and appreciation. "Thank you, brothers and sisters, for joining me here in a celebration of love." Brendon spoke, his voice calm but demanding that you silence yourself to listen, the words practically being read from a golden scroll of law. "While I must leave you now, the light we have brought to nourish seeds of love in the hearts of those once lost in the darkness will grow and blossom most beautifully." He slid from his seat, nodding his head to his every growing family, blowing a kiss possibly too directed to Ryan as he gave a gentle bow. "May love and peace travel with you wherever your path shall lead." The saying was repeated back to Brendon while he took confident strides across the stage to the stairs in the back, longing to feel the grass between his toes once more.
People began to disband from the stage to return to their vans and tents, continuing their own individual celebrations until the next performer took the stage. Ryan remained on the ground, staring at the little flower until a gentle hand lifted his chin up, locking his eyes with the large brown ones momentarily on the stage. "Are you ready to leave?" The words were so simple yet so meaningful, Brendon rarely ever carrying out an action not first approved by for the soul which walks alongside him. Ryan nodded his head and Brendon laid his guitar gently down on the grass, taking the little flower from Ryan's fingers and sticking it carefully in the band circling Ryan's head, holding his semi-long brown hair against his head. "Let's explore and film the world before it happens," he said, sliding one hand into Ryan's and standing up, pulling the other from the position he held on the ground, his guitar once again secured in his free hand.
Brendon began to lightly hum once more, swinging their joined hands back and forth between their bodies as they followed the matted grass path back to the van they traveled around in, smiling as more people covered the old metal with brightly colored paint. He loved when people would tag his van in remembrance of where he's been, excited to find out where he'll end up next. A light breeze pushed the sides of Ryan's vest back beneath his arms, the buttons having never been done, the fabric of his pants pulling tight against the front of his legs. He shut his eyes and let his mind dance with the wind, guided by the humming his lover was producing as they walked. His exposed skin chilled some from the constant blowing air but the warmth of the sun shining down on his face balanced Ryan's body temperature to perfection, letting the masterpiece walking alongside him lead his chosen blind form to the bus. It wasn't that they didn't like staying in one spot to get to know people; it was that there was too much to explore and too much to do to linger for more than a few well spent hours.
As they approached, their puppy, Bambi, excitedly spun around in circles beneath his long leash where he was kept near the bus. His jet black fur stood out against the light green grass, his long pink tongue hanging from his mouth as large soft paws bounced in anticipation of being with his masters once again. Ryan removed his hand from Brendon's to go greet his puppy, given to him by Brendon a month or so ago. He called it their 'love child'. Bambi stood on his back paws, wobbling to try and keep balance as Ryan bent down to him, attacking Ryan's face with his wet tongue causing Ryan to laugh and lightly scratched that spot between Bambi's ears that would have his leg going wild if he was lying down. "Ready to go drag down more miles in America?" he asked as he unclipped the little silver clasp and lifted the dog up into his arms.
Brendon slid open the van door and climbed inside, opening the guitar case where he gently laid the instrument to rest until he would need it again, turning to take the puppy from Ryan as the older male collected the leash and toys. Bambi wiggled in Brendon's arms, head turned up and tongue constantly darting in and out, trying to share his love with Brendon as well. Brendon laughed and held the puppy until Ryan had gotten everything, getting into the van and sliding the door shut. Bambi let out a few soft whimpers as he kicked his back paws to try and escape Brendon's grip, watching Ryan's every movement in the little van with pleading blue eyes. He truly was Ryan's puppy at heart, and he knew it.
Ryan put the toys and leash away in a small bag in the back by the mattress that served as their bed, sitting on the edge and facing Brendon who released the energetic puppy, its paws sliding a bit on the floor as he got his footing to run to Ryan, tackling him against the mattress. Ryan laughed and pet the dog who lay on his chest, Brendon's gaze lingering a moment with a soft smile. This is what he tried to get people to understand; how amazing and fulfilling love was. Even between his pet and lover, Brendon could see the love both shared for the other. Bambi strived to make his master happy, licking him and when outside playing with him, while Ryan pet and often fell asleep with the animal curled at his side to let the dog know he was protected and provided for. Brendon had found Bambi one night while dancing in the pouring rain, the little puppy a third its current size, hiding in a cardboard box so as not to get wet. He brought the defenseless pup back to the van and Ryan instantly bonded with him, thus extending their little group to two humans and one animal; three lives living on love.
Wanting to get somewhere peaceful by nightfall, Brendon stood up though still bent over from the roof, and left the back to get into the driver's seat, Ryan setting Bambi down and joining Brendon up front in the passenger's position. Ryan rolled down his window a bit and let Bambi take his usual position in Ryan's lap as Brendon started the van, the puppy placing to paws on the door, looking between the window and Brendon for the fresh air. Waving a final goodbye to those gathered around, Brendon turned the large wheel to direct the graffitied van from its resting spot to the road, Bambi's tongue hanging from his mouth once again as he panted and stuck his head out the window. After having almost accidentally gone out the window, Ryan only ever rolled it down enough for the puppy's head to stick out and enjoy the passing breeze. "Any particular place you want to see?" Brendon asked as usual, receiving the usual answer.
"Let love guide our way," Ryan smiled, stoking Bambi's back lightly. There were people that followed them everywhere they went, groupies if you will, but Brendon was only concerned with having Ryan and Bambi with him. Ryan was the one whom he met right after his parents passing from a fatal car crash one summer, in which Brendon himself barely survived, and it was meeting Ryan that Brendon finally understood what his parents had been teaching him for years about love. At the new age of twenty-one, Brendon spent his time talking to Ryan, who just so happened to be a volunteer at the hospital he was admitted to, loving him a little more every day. Having felt this connection as well with the injured man, Ryan didn't make a second thought in choosing to go with Brendon, wherever, when he was well enough.
Since then, Brendon has been carrying on his parents work with Ryan right at his side, no matter where they go as long as they go together. A tragic accident had brought them together, but love has made it so they haven't yet parted.
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The bright, full moon shone down on the earth in place of the sun, its reflection sparkling off the surface of the lake Brendon had parked alongside. He sat on a blanket on the hill beneath a tall tree, strumming absently on his guitar, letting his soul direct his fingers, as Ryan bathed himself in the water. It was almost like a dream to Brendon, watching Ryan wash himself. Ryan stood waist-high in the cold water, his clothes in a pile on the bank, scooping the sparkling water into his hands to lather his body. Brendon was mesmerized at the way the moon's beams made Ryan's body glow so beautifully, the little drops of water clinging to his skin each holding the moons reflection to give Ryan his own source of light. His hair was matted, clinging to his head, the band still on, and his lips slightly blue from the temperature change. There has never been a more beautiful sight to Brendon's eyes.
"Hey moon, please forget to fall down...hey moon, don't you go down..." Brendon quietly sang to himself, not wanting the image before him to lessen anything than the magnitude it was currently at. It was as though Ryan stood beneath the spotlight, the pure white beam of the moon, all the world quietly watching as he performed. A symphony of crickets accompanied Brendon's guitar, the gentle splashing of water, and Bambi's occasional noise from his position beside Brendon, laying on his back as he slept. Everything moved in slow motion to Brendon, like the world wasn't moving so fast so that he could savor the moment longer as it etched itself permanently in his mind.
When Ryan began to lose feeling in his body, content with his lake-bath, the soft tune drifting through the still air from Brendon's guitar luring him back to shore, he made his way through the calm water while hugging himself to get out. He smiled up at Brendon who had been staring at him almost the entire time, stepping completely naked from the water, his now air-exposed body sending chills through his bones. Brendon's jaw dropped slightly, creating a small 'o' shape on his soft lips as he watched Ryan exit because the water fell from the man's slim frame like a silk dress no longer needed. He could see Ryan's body shake ever so slightly and as Ryan ascended the hill, Brendon laid his guitar down next to him, holding his hands out to take his lover into his warm embrace.
Ryan passed his clothes and headed straight for Brendon who beckoned him, feeling the little icy drops of H2O slide down his body to the grass. Brendon was pretty sure this was how dew was made; at least it's how it would be made if Ryan was the one who did it. When he reached the blanket his lover sat on, Ryan dropped to his knees and let Brendon gather him in his arms, shutting his eyes and laying his wet head on Brendon's shoulder. "Nothing really matters except for me to be with you," Brendon said, kissing the damn hair atop Ryan's head. He ran a hand slowly up and down Ryan's slick body as the elder shook some, trying to bring warmth to his skin and chase away the cold. Ryan curled up against the warmer body, letting his skin melt to the form like wax in a mold, shutting his eyes to listen to the chorus of crickets still chirping all around them; the music of Mother Nature.
Getting nowhere with the gentle rubbing to warm Ryan, Brendon pulled his own shirt off, hoping that the skin-to-skin contact would help a little more; his shirt pretty soaked anyway. He wished Ryan would have waited for the sun simply because it would have been warmer for him seeing as he doesn't have much on his frame to create body heat, but he didn't argue because that was a sin against love. Arguing, fighting; they're all forms of hatred and anger. Conflicts can be resolved with words and work; effort on both behalves to untwist the knot which had formed. So Brendon took it upon himself to silently warm his lover before he caught cold, not wanting him to fall ill. The coldness of Ryan's body sent small shivers through Brendon but he just took a deep breath and let his body relax until he couldn't tell which parts were him and which were Ryan. Their puzzle-like bodies were more perfect for each other than they realized. When God creates one person, He creates another to be that match, leaving it up to the individual to make that journey to completion. Ryan and Brendon were lucky to of found it at such a young age so that they can grow old together in love and happiness.
"Brendon..." Ryan's slightly shaky, trailing, soft voice broke the almost numbing sound of the crickets, opening his eyes and tilting his head to look up. "Will you make love to me?" he asked so delicately, almost afraid that Brendon would say no. Brendon never could though, not that he would ever think of uttering such a hateful word. Their eyes connected, little puffs of wispy breath slipping through Ryan's mouth onto Brendon's chest. No words were needed in reply; just a soft smile and tender kiss upon Ryan's cold temple. Brendon slipped gently from Ryan, laying him down against the blanket, and grabbing the sleeping mass of fur to bring him to the van. Bambi awoke and yawned, letting Brendon cradle him like a human infant to the van, not fully understanding as to what was going to happen.
He set Bambi on the mattress within, the puppy making a soft whining noise as he stretched his paws and yawned, padding across the mattress to curl up on the pillow Ryan's head would rest upon. Brendon carefully shut the doors so as not to disrupt the puppy, pushing the top of his pants past his hips so the fabric fell to his ankles, allowing him to step from them to go to Ryan again. Underwear was considered an unnecessary constriction, a boundary against love that prolonged a distance between them. Since Ryan and Brendon made love almost every day, only cloth to cover their bodies around other beings was what they dressed in, an accessory or two such as Ryan's headband to create identity. During the day in the light of the sun they wore clothes, but at night in the solitude of darkness with only each other's breath and sync heartbeats, the two wore each other in a tight embrace of tangled limbs and fusing flesh.
Joining his lover on the blanket they've made love on countless times before, Brendon lowered his body so that his knees pushed the blanket into the soft earth. He sat back on his ankles and placed one hand on his own thigh, leaning forward to let the other hover over Ryan's heart, pressing the tip of one finger against the chilled flesh and creating a little 'c', only without curving the end up but rather making it an angled line with a pointed end, bringing his finger back up to repeat the process only in the opposite direction so that in the end he created a little invisible heart which Ryan swore was branded into his skin; in a good way though. A way that gives energy to his actual more fist-like heart to beat and circulate blood through the veins of his body. A way that energizes his soul to draw oxygen into his lungs and move his muscles. A way that makes his smile as large as it can possibly be whenever Brendon is near. It was a kind of branding not visible to everyone but as clear as day to both Brendon and Ryan. It was a branding of pure and unconditional love; a tying of two souls as different as water and ice.
From the pointed end, Brendon trailed his finger slowly along Ryan's body, eyes shut to feel every curve and groove, every muscle beneath the wet pale flesh as it loosened or contracted depending on how Ryan moved. Warmth branched from the little invisible path Brendon's finger created, spreading through Ryan's body like ink running on a page. He grabbed the soft cloth beneath him, twisting it a bit around his fists, as Brendon's finger traveled dangerously close to the organ God gave man to express his physical love, bypassing it to Ryan's thigh. Brendon smiled at how his lover reacted to his touch, trailing his finger down Ryan's inner thigh to his knee before stopping. Placing both hands gently on the bending bones of Ryan's knees, Brendon pushed them farther to the side, spreading Ryan's legs a bit more and opening his hips. Ryan let Brendon have full control of his body, keeping his knees bent on either side of Brendon and allowing the younger more access to his waist.
Brendon crawled up a bit more, still remaining on his knees, and walked his fingers back up Ryan's body, his own body following so he was hovering over Ryan, brushing one hand up Ryan's neck to his chin, lifting it very slightly into a passionate kiss. That's what Brendon felt for Ryan; love and passion. The kind of love and passion that should they be separated for a prolonged period of time, his soul would crumble apart like sand slipping through fingers into the breeze on a warm summers day at the beach. Ryan's lips were cold still so Brendon ran the tip of his tongue slowly along them, a soft noise of pleasure springing from Ryan's throat, parting the thin flesh covering his teeth for Brendon's tongue to slip inside. He didn't do it right away, enjoying the sweet taste of Ryan's lips, but after a moment or two Brendon let his tongue fall into the small hole where it met and began to massage Ryan's tongue. The warmth of Brendon's breath against Ryan's face brought full feeling back to his face, Brendon's hands now combing through Ryan's wet hair, separating the small strands from their clumped state.
Their tongues danced against each other and their lips moved in perfect time, Ryan's body shuttering in a different sort of way now. It wasn't from the air brushing over his damp skin to extract heat but rather from heat being pumped back into his cold form, traveling his veins to reach every cell in every inch of his body. He felt himself get more and more aroused with every passing moment, the moons bright ray shifting away from the water and crawling up the hill towards the two. Brendon spread his legs a little and dropped his hips so when he pulled his body up some, without removing his lips from Ryan's, his naked body ground against Ryan's, a beautiful friction erupting between them. Ryan made little gasping noises every time Brendon did so, yearning for more direct contact. Brendon would wait a little longer though because he absolutely loved the little noises Ryan would make just for him and it would be a shame not to savor each and every little moan or sharp intake of breath. If Ryan took the time to create every little unique noise, Brendon was going to take the time to treasure them.
When Ryan's lips were no longer blue but the soft cotton-candy pink shade once again, lightly swollen from Brendon's kissing, Brendon took his fingers from Ryan's hair and ran them back down Ryan's slim body, his mouth creating a little trail of soft kisses down Ryan's body from the base of his neck to his belly button. As his mouth met the little dip in the skin where Ryan's body was once connected to his mothers as he received nutrients by a long cord to grow, Brendon let his tongue slide into the small indentation sending a tingling sensation all throughout Ryan's lower body, his back arching away from the blanket. Brendon made a soft humming noise of satisfaction at the way his lover responded to the little gesture, retracting his tongue to sit back up straight and gaze upon his lover's body, so beautiful like fluffy white snow in the middle of winter.
"Bren..." Ryan lightly gasped out, wanting to feel Brendon's hands or mouth or anything on him again, his body no longer cold but an increasing warmth that could very well challenge the sun for its position in the baby blue sky. Brendon smiled and wiped his pointer finger along Ryan's defining feature, collecting the little bead of pearly white substance which had collected there, bringing his finger to his mouth and sliding it inside where his tongue washed the salty substance away. He then placed his hands on Ryan's bony hips and began to rub little circles into the tender flesh with his thumbs, applying a small amount of pressure so that he could feel the bone beneath the skin. Ryan pushed back against Brendon's fingers which gradually moved closer and closer to his now throbbing member.
Ryan's breathing was growing more and more unsteady, coming in short and quicker breaths as Brendon took time to attend to every small detail his body had to offer at once point or another. With his own growing erection becoming a factor, Brendon noticed that Ryan was completely turned on by this point, his body a flushed kind of color swirled together with the pasty skin. His fingers still wet from the water resting in Ryan's hair, he dragged a finger to the tight ring of muscle on Ryan's butt, pushing it inside to make Ryan gasp for air, exhaling in a moan. It's that pleasured, somewhat strangled sound, that makes Brendon get a sudden craving to completely take Ryan, like he has so many times before. And now with the moon's bright beam resting on them, the spotlight there for the main event, Brendon feels a little obligated to put on a show with the pureness of the light shining upon the two; inches away from exchanging love in a physical way. The crickets symphony was growing louder, leading up to the climax of the evening, Brendon's heart beginning to race and matching Ryan's as the lust of contact took them both over, an invisible swirling mist of love and lust and passion enclosing them. Ryan was the only thing that mattered to Brendon at that moment; and vice versa.
With a slight sense of urgency, an urgency to feel Ryan all around him, to blend their souls together once more, Brendon pulled that finger out then pushed it back in, this time with a second finger. Ryan's mouth released a long but hasty moan, wavering in the air as his stomach tightened and he pushed down on Brendon's fingers. They slid in and out repeatedly, trying to relax that ring of muscles so as not to hurt Ryan, searching for that spot that makes Ryan scream at the same time. Brendon's eyes shut as he got lost in the moment, dancing on the noises escaping his lover's lips, his other hand going to Ryan's erection to keep his itching fingers from touching himself. He was to bring pleasure to Ryan, to bring love to him, so by whatever means he could cause Ryan's muscles to twist and his body to sweat, his throat to moan and his heart to race, he was going to do it. He would do anything for Ryan.
It was all a bit too much for Ryan at first; slick fingers running up and down his manhood while other slick fingers rammed in and out of him, his body near exploding from the pure pleasure drowning him so heavily that he couldn't get free; he didn't dare try though. Ryan's heels dug into the blanket, pushing it into the soft grass and most likely the dirt, twisting the fabric so tight around his hands that he was near cutting off his own circulation. And as he made small whimpering noises, no longer able to tell if he was inhaling or exhaling, eyes shut with a swirl of a million or more colors each with their own emotion flooding his vision, Brendon's hands increased in pace. Every thrust of Brendon's fingers in and out brought Ryan that much closer to orgasm, his back curved almost perfectly and neck twisted a bit, bent so his right temple was pushing against the ground. Brendon didn't look at Ryan because he knew the sight of his lover would surely make him come because no matter what Ryan does, he grows more and more beautiful to Brendon every waking moment they're together.
As Ryan relaxed, it became easier for Brendon's fingers to move so he added one last digit just to be safe, his other hand wrapped firmly around Ryan and pumping him with in sync with his fingers movements, cheeks flushed, every sound escaping Ryan bringing them farther from reality and closer to each other. "Br...Brendon..." Ryan's voice was a little raspy, blood pumping so furiously through his body that little drops of sweat began to roll along Ryan's face, the woven fabric of the blanket beneath him absorbing the liquid like parched soil. Brendon nodded, understanding the unspoken words Ryan had said to him, giving one final thrust of his fingers before removing them and releasing Ryan, taking a moment to let oxygen circulate through his body before opening his eyes and near coming as he expected. The way Ryan laid twisted on the blanket, not in a mangled way but in a contorted way of some intricate dance, Brendon's jaw almost escaped his head. He was a like a beautiful painting; his body curved and jagged to lead the eye all throughout the piece. Brendon nearly forgot what it was he was doing as his eyes remained fixated on his lovers form.
When pleading, needing, eyes met Brendon's he remembered and smiled, moving almost as close as he could get to Ryan's naked body and slipped his hands under Ryan's legs towards his lower back. With shaky arms, Ryan pushed his body up, fists still twisted in the blanket, and lifted his hips a bit with his head tilted back to allow Brendon to guide his body. Brendon's slightly calloused hands cupped the extremely smooth flesh of Ryan's butt, the feeling of silk to him, and brought closer yet. One hand released the older boy to take his own erection, helping to guide the organ to the recently relaxed entrance, slowly pushing in; running on the long passionate moan overpowering the crickets like thunder does pouring rain. Ryan let his body fall back down to his elbows, barely able to support his lightweight form as Brendon pushed himself farther and farther inside until their hips connected completely. A moment was given for Ryan's body to get used to the feeling, his hips shifting to signal that they were reading for the next step, Brendon waiting a moment longer to get used to the tight feeling enveloping him in warmth before moving.
It was slow at first; Brendon holding Ryan's hips as he pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in, his head falling back so his face was drown in the creamy moonlight falling so heavily down on them. They were center stage and were going to give a performance of a lifetime; a definite crowd pleaser with memories to last a lifetime. Brendon rolled his hips slowly, creating a rhythm, Ryan moving his hips ever so slightly with every thrust to try and locate that one incredibly pleasing spot inside him. His stomach was clenched as he moved his body with Brendon's, lips parted and lungs almost standing still with every quickened second of Brendon's movements. It became more and more needing; the contact of skin to skin. Their bodies radiated heat, remaining lake water long since evaporating and being replaces with thin sheets of sweat to coat their mortal shells so that the moonlight gave them a shimmering glow. They were no longer in this world but in their own where no one but each other existed; nothing but pleasure, love, and desire fueling their movements.
Once a steady rhythm was established, Brendon moved one hand to the curve in Ryan's back to hold him, returning the other hand to his erection so it was not forgotten. Again he pumped in time with his thrusts, sliding his hand down then pulling it back up, adding a little more pressure as it slid along the hardened organ. Ryan could feel his body racing towards that edge when he would fly off like smoke diving off the deep end of a cigarette. Brendon too wouldn't last much longer, the muscles in his abdomen twisting and tightening to the point of almost ripping; but he didn't care. There was nowhere he wanted to be and nothing else he'd rather be doing than making love with his partner. Love is something to be created and given; expressed and shared. Like so many other things, it takes two. And the love created is stored in a special, well-protected chamber of the heart in which the owner can develop as many or as little keys as they desire to give whomever they chose access to that love. Brendon has love for Ryan, locked in a secret spot in which only Ryan can get to, and love for the rest of the world. The love he has for Ryan is deeper, stronger, and infinitely endless. The love he shares with the world is more mutual, but love all the same.
Just as the crickets chirped with all their energy, Ryan let out a small scream because at long last Brendon had found that spot. The little magical target inside his body that when hit dead on his body quaked to the point of explosion; a million internal fireworks exploding, the sparking light bursting out through his large eyes, shooting adrenaline throughout his veins. A lazy, tired, smile came over Brendon's lips from having found that special spot in his lover, the coordinates almost engraved on his brain, as he repeated the exact angled thrusts over and over again. Ryan was whining, moaning, and softly yelling, his mind having lost all control over his throat that tried so desperately to keep up with the rapid signals it received from each small cell in his body. His eyes had all but rolled back now, the blanket bunched up beneath his body as he pulled his arms tight to his body, pushing himself down on Brendon as Brendon thrust up so their bodies nearly cut through each other, arching his back so much his spine was close to snapping in half.
Unable to sustain any longer, Ryan's body released the streams of cloudy pearl-colored liquid that is given to men for reproduction. It escaped his body to douse his stomach, Brendon's chest, and Brendon's hand. His cheeks were completely flushed and his body spent, Brendon coming inside him a split second later, doing all he could not to collapse on top of Ryan as he continued to gently stroke Ryan and rock his hips slowly, both riding out their orgasms while the created love brought them back to earth and slipped away to storage. Ryan let his body fall completely against the blanket, sweat pooling on top of his closed eyes, mouth still open to let the oxygen-rich air travel inside him in exchange for CO2. When Brendon pulled out he got his trembling body over Ryan's leg and fell onto his stomach beside his lover, half on the blanket and half on the grass, his brain shooting commands all throughout his body to direct it back to homeostasis. Their chests rose and fell in perfect unison, Ryan on his back and Brendon on his stomach, both spent and exhausted.
By now the moonlight was starting to travel farther uphill while the curtain of darkness fell over them, the symphony of crickets simmering out and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees who applauded their performance. Ryan smiled, his body melting into the ground, sliding his hand along the bunched blanket until it met Brendon's, sliding his fingers into his lovers with sweaty palms pressed against each other. Brendon used the last ounces of strength he had left to inch his body, like a caterpillar, alongside Ryan's, kissing his warm shoulder then laying his weary head down, both drifting to sleep in a matter of moments, traveling alongside each other in whatever world their dreams took them to this time.
Part Two
A/N--- I really wanted to do a one-shot threesome story so I started working on one. And I still am working on it. It's roughly 14,ooo words so far and I'm maybe half done...
since LJ will make me post this in parts anyway, here's the first. I'll try to have the 2nd and 3rd up ASAP (I may be losing the computer so...yeah...)
xoxo Tabi
Next= Brendon/Will
Later= Brendon/Ryan/Will (threesome FTW)