Hallelujah (just off the key of reason) [3]
Title: Hallelujah (just off the key of reason) [3]
Author: minus_four
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 3rd
Summary: Priestfic AU. Brendon's a few years older than Ryan. The way Ryan saw it, either God had a sense of humour or he’d done something bad in a previous life to deserve this.
Disclaimer: Not real. I think that's apparent from the subject matter lol
Author's Notes: Starting to really get into this nao, so yay :D Thanks for all the feedback so far <3
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It was wrong. Ryan knew that. But it felt so fucking good... it felt right.
Brendon’s hands were fisted in Ryan’s shirt as the older boy pressed him up against the wall, keeping him still as Brendon leaned forward to kiss him. Despite the almost desperate grip Brendon had on Ryan’s shirt, the kiss was soft as first, those lips moving slowly against his for a minute before Ryan felt Brendon’s tongue slip into his mouth, deepening their kiss. Ryan just moaned in the back of his throat and gave in, wrapping an arm around the older boy’s neck to keep him close. Brendon, apparently, had other ideas as he pulled away, meeting Ryan’s slightly confused gaze with a reassuring smile before he dropped to his knees, fingers immediately working at Ryan’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. Brendon looked up for second, meeting Ryan’s eyes and giving him another grin before Brendon licked his lips, hands anchoring Ryan’s hips back against the wall before he -
Shit, Ryan was jerked out of his daydream by the sound of the organ starting up for whatever hymn was next. Ryan really didn’t know - in fact, he wasn’t even quite sure where they were in the service at this point. And that was bad. He knew it was wrong to let his mind wander in church, but then again he also figured that if God was going to play games with him and dangle someone like Brendon right in front of him for over an hour a week, well that was just cruel. Ryan was only human after all, and a teenaged boy at that.
Speaking of, Ryan panicked a little as he scrambled to get back into synch with everyone else in the congregation as they stood for the hymn. He panicked because oh fuck, he so did not want to be standing up in church with a hard on. Episcopalians were more liberal as a rule, sure, but still... and given that the average age of the people standing around him was probably at least fifty years, Ryan was pretty sure he’d get some strange looks - especially since the light grey pants he was wearing would just make it really obvious.
Multitasking, Ryan glanced at his neighbour’s book so he could find the right number and have at least some hope of joining in with the hymn whilst at the same time doing a mental check of his... faculties, checking that he hadn’t gotten overly excited or anything. Looking down quickly just to make sure, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief as he realised that he thankfully wasn’t actually hard. Despite that fact, Ryan was in fact getting one strange look, at least.
When Ryan’s gaze wandered to the front of the church, his eyes being drawn automatically to Brendon as they usually were these days, he saw the older boy actually looking back at him with an expression of just... interest. Even a little concerned, maybe. Within a couple of moments though, that expression had disappeared as Brendon just gave him the slightest of smiles before shifting his gaze away while they both continued to sing the hymn. Ryan couldn’t have told anyone what they were singing about though, and wasn’t exactly trying too hard to get the right tune.
He’d been the same way for the past six weeks now, always distracted with Brendon standing up there, right in front of him, on fucking display. It was torture, really, but Ryan couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help the way he was just drawn to this person. Most people Ryan could take or leave, they didn’t really matter to him in the grand scheme of things; except for Spence of course, but they’d met when he was five. As an adult, he’d never felt this. Lust, sure. He’d felt that hundreds of times. But this was different. He did want Brendon, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t just physical, it was... it was just different.
The hymn ended and Ryan sat down, leaning forward over his knees as they prepared to pray. Ryan concentrated, clearing his mind, because... honestly? He sure as hell needed some guidance, needed deliverance from himself and the situation. Ryan prayed for forgiveness, prayed that he might wake up the next day and not feel this way, prayed that maybe he’d be able to avoid the older boy and just make things easier, and even that Brendon might turn up to some church event with a girlfriend because surely then Ryan would just have to let this thing go; let Brendon go.
The way Ryan saw it, either God had a sense of humour or he’d done something bad in a previous life to deserve this. This being Brendon coming up to him right after the service, and grabbing his arm. Before Ryan had barely acknowledged the action, Brendon was pulling him away from where most of everyone else was having coffee and sitting him down in a row of chairs on the other side of the church. This was hardly an unusual occurrence, really, but the older male didn’t generally bother dragging him so far away from everybody so they could talk about stuff; just how school was, or anything vaguely exciting going on around the parish. Just catch up like they usually did.
Over the weeks, after hitting it off pretty well on the first day they’d even met, Ryan and Brendon had become friends. Well, sort of friends. Ryan was kind of confused about the whole situation really, simply because for one thing it felt pretty weird just being friends with a priest to begin with, let alone a priest he had a giant - well, crush on, Ryan forced himself to think the word, because that was what it was, right? He was just some stupid kid, with a stupid crush. Apart from that, there was the way Brendon had always seemed to, well, just actually give a shit about Ryan’s life, the kind of way that someone does if they’re really close to the other person. But it was probably just a priest thing, Ryan figured. Brendon was probably like this with everyone, Ryan reminded himself. He was nothing special. Just another one of the flock.
“Okay, spill,” Brendon sat next to him, turning sideways on his chair so he could really look at Ryan.
“Spill what?” Ryan laughed, mostly to hide his slight discomfort at being scrutinised by Brendon when he’d been thinking about the older man just moments before, as though there was some possibility of Brendon knowing exactly what he’d been thinking about somehow.
“Whatever’s bothering you,” Brendon said simply with a shrug. “Come on Ry, you totally have distracted-face today.”
“Distracted-face?” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I was just being... contemplative.”
“Not about my sermon,” Brendon shot back, but he had a grin on his face. “Unless you’d like to recap for me what the theme was,” he teased, and Ryan winced inwardly despite the fact he knew Brendon was only joking with him. “It’s okay; I know listening to me talk for twenty minutes can’t exactly be exciting. I’ll try and mix it up next time, maybe get some fireworks or something,” he laughed as Ryan just rolled his eyes at him until Brendon’s expression suddenly became more solemn. “Seriously though, everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. “Everything’s fine,” he shrugged, thinking silently about how things really would be okay if it wasn’t for the man sitting in front of him and the fact Ryan was slowly driving himself crazy with this stuff.
“You sure?” Brendon asked, eyes reflecting the concern he genuinely felt for the boy next to him. “Things alright at home?” he added, his gaze searching Ryan’s for some clue that he was hiding anything important. Father David had told Brendon that Ryan was unfortunately really only one to confide in others about that stuff when the situation was particularly bad for whatever reason, but Brendon wanted to know if something was going on before it got that far, or even if it never did. He just felt drawn to the younger male, like he needed wanted to take care of him, and the thought of Ryan being hurt by his father, emotionally or otherwise, made Brendon’s stomach twist painfully.
“As alright as they ever are,” Ryan gave Brendon a smile, trying to reassure the other male and wanting to erase the worry reflected in those dark brown eyes. “Really, I’m fine.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Brendon questioned, hoping Ryan really understood that it was true, and he meant his words.
“I know, thanks,” Ryan nodded, letting the sarcastic reply echo in his head instead; oh sure, ‘anything’, like my all consuming love lust for you... “So, what about you?”
“What about me?” Brendon answered with a smile, relaxing a little as he was pretty secure in the knowledge that Ryan would actually talk to him if something was wrong.
"Everything okay with you, Father?” Ryan added the title, smirking at Brendon as the older male made a face.
“Don’t call me that,” Brendon whined, his eyes pleading with Ryan. “It makes me sound old.”
“I’d get used to it,” Ryan laughed. “In a month you’re going to be an official priest right here and well, I just don’t think I’d feel right calling you by your first name, Father,” he shook his head, managing to keep his face straight for only a few seconds before the look on Brendon’s face became too much and he laughed again, Brendon immediately pouting back at him in annoyance.
“Right, that’s it! Ten Hail Mary’s,” he paused and sighed. “No wait, that’s Catholic. Um... I guess I really can’t punish you,” Brendon said jokingly.
“I guess not,” Ryan said with another smirk. “Not in the conventional way, anyway,” he added without thinking, before turning his laugh into a cough as he had to remind himself that flirting and making innuendo filled comments was really, really not a good idea with this guy. “So, really, things good with you?” he said quickly.
“I guess,” Brendon nodded before sighing kind of dramatically. “Except I really want to see that new movie coming out on the weekend. You know, with the... robots. No, zombies. Robot-zombies?” Brendon frowned before shaking his head. “Anyway, I liked the director’s last movie, and... I just want to see it,” he shrugged. “But I don’t really know that many people around here yet,” Brendon said sadly, keeping his eyes right on Ryan’s and working the puppy-dog eyes. Ryan, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of the other male’s lips, but it really had the same effect.
“Hey Brendon, I don’t suppose you want to go see a movie with me at the weekend, do you?” Ryan said in a deadpan voice, rolling his eyes as Brendon immediately perked up, a big grin spreading across his face.
“Awesome!” Brendon made a fist and punched the air before suddenly looking around at where some of the congregation were still milling about, chatting with their cups of coffee. It was so easy for Brendon to relax and be himself around Ryan that he forgot he was still a priest and was probably expected to act a certain way. And oh shit, Brendon thought. One of those ways was probably not propositioning a seventeen year old to go to the movies with him. But, he and Ryan were friends, right? And maybe it was a little weird... but it’s not like he’d asked Ryan out on a date. No way. It was just two friends going to see a movie.
And there was nothing wrong with that, Brendon reassured himself. Nothing wrong with that at all...
***A/N: Oh Bden, can you say 'inappropriate'? lol
Tune in next week for awkwardness fun at the movies. Thanks for reading!
Author: minus_four
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 3rd
Summary: Priestfic AU. Brendon's a few years older than Ryan. The way Ryan saw it, either God had a sense of humour or he’d done something bad in a previous life to deserve this.
Disclaimer: Not real. I think that's apparent from the subject matter lol
Author's Notes: Starting to really get into this nao, so yay :D Thanks for all the feedback so far <3
[1] [2]
It was wrong. Ryan knew that. But it felt so fucking good... it felt right.
Brendon’s hands were fisted in Ryan’s shirt as the older boy pressed him up against the wall, keeping him still as Brendon leaned forward to kiss him. Despite the almost desperate grip Brendon had on Ryan’s shirt, the kiss was soft as first, those lips moving slowly against his for a minute before Ryan felt Brendon’s tongue slip into his mouth, deepening their kiss. Ryan just moaned in the back of his throat and gave in, wrapping an arm around the older boy’s neck to keep him close. Brendon, apparently, had other ideas as he pulled away, meeting Ryan’s slightly confused gaze with a reassuring smile before he dropped to his knees, fingers immediately working at Ryan’s jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. Brendon looked up for second, meeting Ryan’s eyes and giving him another grin before Brendon licked his lips, hands anchoring Ryan’s hips back against the wall before he -
Shit, Ryan was jerked out of his daydream by the sound of the organ starting up for whatever hymn was next. Ryan really didn’t know - in fact, he wasn’t even quite sure where they were in the service at this point. And that was bad. He knew it was wrong to let his mind wander in church, but then again he also figured that if God was going to play games with him and dangle someone like Brendon right in front of him for over an hour a week, well that was just cruel. Ryan was only human after all, and a teenaged boy at that.
Speaking of, Ryan panicked a little as he scrambled to get back into synch with everyone else in the congregation as they stood for the hymn. He panicked because oh fuck, he so did not want to be standing up in church with a hard on. Episcopalians were more liberal as a rule, sure, but still... and given that the average age of the people standing around him was probably at least fifty years, Ryan was pretty sure he’d get some strange looks - especially since the light grey pants he was wearing would just make it really obvious.
Multitasking, Ryan glanced at his neighbour’s book so he could find the right number and have at least some hope of joining in with the hymn whilst at the same time doing a mental check of his... faculties, checking that he hadn’t gotten overly excited or anything. Looking down quickly just to make sure, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief as he realised that he thankfully wasn’t actually hard. Despite that fact, Ryan was in fact getting one strange look, at least.
When Ryan’s gaze wandered to the front of the church, his eyes being drawn automatically to Brendon as they usually were these days, he saw the older boy actually looking back at him with an expression of just... interest. Even a little concerned, maybe. Within a couple of moments though, that expression had disappeared as Brendon just gave him the slightest of smiles before shifting his gaze away while they both continued to sing the hymn. Ryan couldn’t have told anyone what they were singing about though, and wasn’t exactly trying too hard to get the right tune.
He’d been the same way for the past six weeks now, always distracted with Brendon standing up there, right in front of him, on fucking display. It was torture, really, but Ryan couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help the way he was just drawn to this person. Most people Ryan could take or leave, they didn’t really matter to him in the grand scheme of things; except for Spence of course, but they’d met when he was five. As an adult, he’d never felt this. Lust, sure. He’d felt that hundreds of times. But this was different. He did want Brendon, there was no denying that, but it wasn’t just physical, it was... it was just different.
The hymn ended and Ryan sat down, leaning forward over his knees as they prepared to pray. Ryan concentrated, clearing his mind, because... honestly? He sure as hell needed some guidance, needed deliverance from himself and the situation. Ryan prayed for forgiveness, prayed that he might wake up the next day and not feel this way, prayed that maybe he’d be able to avoid the older boy and just make things easier, and even that Brendon might turn up to some church event with a girlfriend because surely then Ryan would just have to let this thing go; let Brendon go.
The way Ryan saw it, either God had a sense of humour or he’d done something bad in a previous life to deserve this. This being Brendon coming up to him right after the service, and grabbing his arm. Before Ryan had barely acknowledged the action, Brendon was pulling him away from where most of everyone else was having coffee and sitting him down in a row of chairs on the other side of the church. This was hardly an unusual occurrence, really, but the older male didn’t generally bother dragging him so far away from everybody so they could talk about stuff; just how school was, or anything vaguely exciting going on around the parish. Just catch up like they usually did.
Over the weeks, after hitting it off pretty well on the first day they’d even met, Ryan and Brendon had become friends. Well, sort of friends. Ryan was kind of confused about the whole situation really, simply because for one thing it felt pretty weird just being friends with a priest to begin with, let alone a priest he had a giant - well, crush on, Ryan forced himself to think the word, because that was what it was, right? He was just some stupid kid, with a stupid crush. Apart from that, there was the way Brendon had always seemed to, well, just actually give a shit about Ryan’s life, the kind of way that someone does if they’re really close to the other person. But it was probably just a priest thing, Ryan figured. Brendon was probably like this with everyone, Ryan reminded himself. He was nothing special. Just another one of the flock.
“Okay, spill,” Brendon sat next to him, turning sideways on his chair so he could really look at Ryan.
“Spill what?” Ryan laughed, mostly to hide his slight discomfort at being scrutinised by Brendon when he’d been thinking about the older man just moments before, as though there was some possibility of Brendon knowing exactly what he’d been thinking about somehow.
“Whatever’s bothering you,” Brendon said simply with a shrug. “Come on Ry, you totally have distracted-face today.”
“Distracted-face?” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I was just being... contemplative.”
“Not about my sermon,” Brendon shot back, but he had a grin on his face. “Unless you’d like to recap for me what the theme was,” he teased, and Ryan winced inwardly despite the fact he knew Brendon was only joking with him. “It’s okay; I know listening to me talk for twenty minutes can’t exactly be exciting. I’ll try and mix it up next time, maybe get some fireworks or something,” he laughed as Ryan just rolled his eyes at him until Brendon’s expression suddenly became more solemn. “Seriously though, everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. “Everything’s fine,” he shrugged, thinking silently about how things really would be okay if it wasn’t for the man sitting in front of him and the fact Ryan was slowly driving himself crazy with this stuff.
“You sure?” Brendon asked, eyes reflecting the concern he genuinely felt for the boy next to him. “Things alright at home?” he added, his gaze searching Ryan’s for some clue that he was hiding anything important. Father David had told Brendon that Ryan was unfortunately really only one to confide in others about that stuff when the situation was particularly bad for whatever reason, but Brendon wanted to know if something was going on before it got that far, or even if it never did. He just felt drawn to the younger male, like he needed wanted to take care of him, and the thought of Ryan being hurt by his father, emotionally or otherwise, made Brendon’s stomach twist painfully.
“As alright as they ever are,” Ryan gave Brendon a smile, trying to reassure the other male and wanting to erase the worry reflected in those dark brown eyes. “Really, I’m fine.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Brendon questioned, hoping Ryan really understood that it was true, and he meant his words.
“I know, thanks,” Ryan nodded, letting the sarcastic reply echo in his head instead; oh sure, ‘anything’, like my all consuming love lust for you... “So, what about you?”
“What about me?” Brendon answered with a smile, relaxing a little as he was pretty secure in the knowledge that Ryan would actually talk to him if something was wrong.
"Everything okay with you, Father?” Ryan added the title, smirking at Brendon as the older male made a face.
“Don’t call me that,” Brendon whined, his eyes pleading with Ryan. “It makes me sound old.”
“I’d get used to it,” Ryan laughed. “In a month you’re going to be an official priest right here and well, I just don’t think I’d feel right calling you by your first name, Father,” he shook his head, managing to keep his face straight for only a few seconds before the look on Brendon’s face became too much and he laughed again, Brendon immediately pouting back at him in annoyance.
“Right, that’s it! Ten Hail Mary’s,” he paused and sighed. “No wait, that’s Catholic. Um... I guess I really can’t punish you,” Brendon said jokingly.
“I guess not,” Ryan said with another smirk. “Not in the conventional way, anyway,” he added without thinking, before turning his laugh into a cough as he had to remind himself that flirting and making innuendo filled comments was really, really not a good idea with this guy. “So, really, things good with you?” he said quickly.
“I guess,” Brendon nodded before sighing kind of dramatically. “Except I really want to see that new movie coming out on the weekend. You know, with the... robots. No, zombies. Robot-zombies?” Brendon frowned before shaking his head. “Anyway, I liked the director’s last movie, and... I just want to see it,” he shrugged. “But I don’t really know that many people around here yet,” Brendon said sadly, keeping his eyes right on Ryan’s and working the puppy-dog eyes. Ryan, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of the other male’s lips, but it really had the same effect.
“Hey Brendon, I don’t suppose you want to go see a movie with me at the weekend, do you?” Ryan said in a deadpan voice, rolling his eyes as Brendon immediately perked up, a big grin spreading across his face.
“Awesome!” Brendon made a fist and punched the air before suddenly looking around at where some of the congregation were still milling about, chatting with their cups of coffee. It was so easy for Brendon to relax and be himself around Ryan that he forgot he was still a priest and was probably expected to act a certain way. And oh shit, Brendon thought. One of those ways was probably not propositioning a seventeen year old to go to the movies with him. But, he and Ryan were friends, right? And maybe it was a little weird... but it’s not like he’d asked Ryan out on a date. No way. It was just two friends going to see a movie.
And there was nothing wrong with that, Brendon reassured himself. Nothing wrong with that at all...
***A/N: Oh Bden, can you say 'inappropriate'? lol
Tune in next week for awkwardness fun at the movies. Thanks for reading!