Rayston Academy For Boys - Nine
Title: Rayston Academy For Boys
Author: Chionophobia
Rating: PG-13 for now NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon (over done, yes, but still hot)
POV: Ryan
Summary: Ryan is a squeamish gay boy, Brendon is the bored new kid at the private school, Brent is in love with his teacher and Spencer annoys the hell out of everyone. Secrets, love and friendships break. Chaos ensues. AU
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own. Never have, never will.
Author Notes: This chapter is a bit longer than the other ones; I hope you don't fall asleep.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight)
Nine
“Listen, girls, you gotta be quiet,” I said, keeping my voice low, talking to the five girls I had managed to scrape together for the party. For some reason, I was always the one in charge of ‘female presence’ when it was time for another one of our Saturday night bashes. I didn’t mind though; I knew a lot of girls from my old school and almost all of them were of the partying kind. I had just sneaked down to the ground floor on my tippy toes, trying to be as quiet as I possibly could be in opening the entrance for the guests.
Unfortunately for me, the girls didn’t seem to realize the seriousness of the situation, and kept chatting very audibly among themselves, after giving me five obligatory and quite frankly bone-crushing hugs. “Aww, Ryan, I’m so happy to see you! I haven’t met you in ages!”
“I know, Jenny,” I said quickly, hurriedly putting my hand over her mouth. “And you can squeal about it upstairs, but not here. If any teachers see us, we’re all dead.”
She gave me a small apologetic smile and so did the girls behind her. All but one, and that wasn’t a girl.
“Uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked the guy, confused. I hadn’t invited any guys. We had plenty of them right here.
“I’m Jon. I’m looking for Brendon Urie. You haven’t seen him by any chance, have you?” He peered over my shoulder.
I felt my gut contract threateningly. “He’s in our room,” I managed to force out, then turned around to lead the trail of people up the stairs. “Keep quiet now.”
“Wait, your room? Are you Ryan?” Jon caught up with me, taking to stride in my pace beside me.
Just great. “Yeah.” I didn’t ask how he knew about me, I didn’t really care. What I really cared about though, was why this guy was here. “Did Brendon invite you?”
“Yup,” said Jon, “he called me up yesterday and told me about a party. Thought I could check it out.”
“Great.” It was sarcastic but he seemed not to have noticed.
I led the group up the stairs in silence, into corridors and adjoining hallways until we were finally met with the door to our dorm. I quickly punched in the numeric code and pushed the heavy door open, wanting to get the people inside as quickly as possible. Well there and the door closing behind us, the stereo was turned on, blasting its contents in the form of Red Hot Chili Peppers out over the common room.
I sighed, relieved that we hadn’t been caught, and watched as the girls behind me started getting into their party selves and strolled away from me, eager to meet the guys I had to offer them. Jon stayed close to me though, looking a bit nervous and out of place with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
“You wanted Brendon, right?” I asked, pretending that the question was entirely platonic and didn’t hold a double meaning.
“Yeah, please.” He looked relieved and followed me through the sea of people that had already begun partying, drinking and talking. Brendon was just coming out of the bathroom as I opened the door to our room, and the biggest smile came onto his lips. I smiled at him too, a second before realizing that his grin wasn’t directed at me. Brendon literally threw himself into Jon’s arms, throwing away all the raw masculinity I knew he possessed somewhere deep down. Jon was grinning too, goofily, as Brendon’s arms must have been close to suffocating him around his neck.
The scene bothered me, and a frown appeared between my eyebrows.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you!” Brendon said excitedly as he let go of his friend. “It’s been too long.”
“I know, but I’m here now, ready to enjoy the party,” he smiled and lowered his voice as he went on, “and you later.”
I swear to fucking god all the color left my face at those words.
Brendon grinned wickedly and nodded.
It fucking broke my heart.
:-:-:-:
A dull head ache was grazing the inside of my temple an hour later, when the party was going at full speed and the people with it. Some crappy dance music was pounding through the room, entwining itself with clouds of cigarette smoke and the smell of spilt beer.
Some people were standing around, along the walls, talking, laughing and playing around, while others were showing off their dancing skills - or rather lack there of - on the dance floor; in other words, the rug in front of the TV. My friend Jenny and some guy I didn’t know too well were making out on the couch beside me, slurping on each other’s face like it was a melting ice cream. I watched them in mild disgust from the corner of my eye, but still felt that familiar little sting of jealousy in my stomach that I had felt all too many times before. I wanted someone too kiss too, and it wouldn’t just do with anyone. My eyes travelled back to the scene that was playing out in front of me, the one I’d been watching for almost a full half hour. Longingly, my eyes sought out Brendon’s face and the different expressions that came over it as Jon touched him in different places. They were just standing there, groping each other and moaning into the other’s touch, in the midst of everything, with a party going on around them. I didn’t think they noticed.
“It’s like watching softcore porn,” someone said behind me.
I quickly looked up at Spencer’s face, and the head ache in my temples suddenly got heavier. “Who invited you?”
“I live in this dorm too, don’t I?”
I muttered something incomprehensive and turned my eyes back to the guy I was fucking in love with and his best friend.
“Actually,” Spencer continued, “I was just going to ask you if you sent Brent out to get something?”
“What?” I said confused, only half listening, because Brendon now had his tongue in Jon’s ear, licking it the same way he had mine a few nights ago.
“Brent; did you tell him to go out and get something? Because he went out the door a few minutes ago, and he didn’t look very sober.”
My brain finally caught up with his words and I turned my entire focus department to him. “Brent was fucking smashed the last time I saw him, I told him to go to bed.”
“Well, he’s up.”
I stared at him; he stared at me, and we both seemed to realize that something was very wrong at the same time. I hastily pushed myself off the couch, right before Jenny and the nameless guy fell down onto the spot I had just occupied, making out heavily.
I rushed after Spencer, through the crowded hallway and out the door, stepping out into the quiet and dark school building.
“Where the hell did he go?” I asked, while in my head imagining all kinds of horrors happening.
“I don’t know, but he can’t have gotten very far; I mean, he was smashed,” Spencer said, looking around as if he was expecting Brent to come stumbling out of a wall or something.
I was getting annoyed with him already. “Why did you let him go if he was that drunk, then?” I demanded, scurrying down the staircase closest to me.
“I told you - I didn’t know if it was your idea,” he snapped. “And besides, he’s stronger than me,” he grudgingly added behind me.
Oh great, he was following me. I repressed a fitting eye roll while I tried to think of a snappy retort, but a wailing sound in the distance caught me before any words did. I stopped my descent down the stairs abruptly, almost causing Spencer, who had followed me closely, to crash into my back. I listened carefully for the sound again, and then I heard it.
“Sounds like a dying cat,” Spencer commented.
“Oh my fucking god, it’s Brent!” Running down the few steps of the staircase and stumbling into an adjoining hallway, I spotted my drunken friend on his knees on the floor, doing something with his voice that vaguely resembled singing. I was dumbstruck by the whole situation, standing and gawking like a total idiot while terrible scenarios once again played out in my mind.
“What the fuck are you doing you moron?!” It was Spencer hissing those words at Brent’s sad form, for he had luckily not frozen like statue, unlike myself. He grabbed Brent’s arm, attempting to pull him up and onto his feet, but my friend wasn’t cooperating.
“Nooo, you schtop,” Brent slurred in between the off key noises streaming out of his mouth. “I’m schinging to her! Lemme go!” He pulled his arm out of Spencer’s grip forcefully, tripping on his feet and slamming hard against a white door.
“Come help me Ryan!” Spencer begged, trying to get Brent away from anything solid.
I rushed forward and managed to grab a hold of Brent’s other arm, and in a joint effort, we got him away from the door. It wasn’t easy though. Brent was trying to kick everything around him and aimed drunken punches at the both of us with his hands. Not to mention he reeked of beer and liquor.
“Brent, calm down! Someone’s going to hear you!” I tried, but he wouldn’t have it, he just kept screaming out an odd melody that was high enough to drill a hole in my ear drum.
“Let’s just try and pull him away with us, dig your nails into his arms if he tries to slap you,” Spencer urged, securing his grip on the stronger boy’s arm.
Together, we pulled and pinched Brent into coming with us; him still not shutting up. We we’re almost at the bottom of the stairs when the white door that Brent had sung to moments before opened. Brent kept singing. Spencer and I froze, staring back in alarm.
“Oh, so that belonged to you,” came the cool, female voice.
Miss Rivers was standing in the doorway to which I now realized, in utter horror, was her room. Her face was as unreadable as her appearance wasn’t - a wrinkled negligee, ruffled blonde hair and mascara and eyeliner slightly smudged around her eyes. She hadn’t been alone there in her room.
My heart was pumping at a crazy rate and my head seemed to be spinning too.
“We’re really sorry about this, Miss Rivers,” said Spencer quickly, closing his hand over Brent’s constantly moving mouth, “he’s not himself tonight.”
“I can see that. How much did he drink?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Her plastic filled breasts were pushed up considerably. It woke me up from my trance. It looked gross.
“Too much?” Spencer offered weakly, shrugging.
Miss Rivers eyed us all for a moment. “Get him back upstairs and hurry up! You don’t want to wake anyone else up.”
“You’re not going to tell on us?” I couldn’t help myself.
Miss Rivers actually gave me a small smile. “You’re teenage boys, can’t get away from that fact. You need your fun.”
“Chelsea, baby, are you coming back soon?” A male voice came drifting through her open door, passing our teacher and reaching us.
“Just a second,” Miss Rivers called back before turning her attention to us for the last time. “But that doesn’t mean my colleagues share my views on this matter…” she trailed off.
We got the drift and thanked her before teaming up and hoisting Brent’s arms onto our shoulders, dragging him forcefully back up the stairs. My friend kept his habit of kicking our legs every time the opportunity showed, and it wasn’t until Spencer assured him that he’d grab his balls and paint the walls with them, that he stopped.
Managing to get him up the stairs without any broken bones or sprained ankles (which was an exploit, really), the door to our dorm loomed only a few yards away. Brent was drunkenly mumbling something incoherent to himself, apparently relying on his two helpers’ abilities to keep him upright.
I snuck a glance Spencer’s way, just as he turned his eyes forward. “Why are you helping me with him?” I wondered, as I let go of Brent a little bit to be able to punch in the code to open the door in front of me.
Spencer seemed to want to shrug under the pressure Brent’s body. “It’s not like you could have dealt with this-“ he gave Brent a hard glare “-on your own.”
“You could have just watched me try, though,” I offered, picking my drunken buddy’s arm back around my neck.
“I didn’t want either of you to get expelled.”
I raised an eyebrow, irritated by what he had said. “So you suddenly care now? After being an asshole for three solid years?”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been the asshole? It’s just so fucking like you, Ross, to be blaming everyone else for your mistakes! You know just as well as I that it was you who screwed up, not me!” His pale blue eyes were narrowed and angry, his brown hair swaying back and forth over his eyes every time he moved his head. “So don’t you judge me for being pissed off when you were the one who fucking ruined everything!” And with that, he dropped his hold on Brent ruthlessly, sending him tumbling to the floor as I hadn’t had time to catch him. Opening the door roughly, he vanished behind it.
“Yeah well, thanks for nothing!” I yelled back, childishly, as I bent down to pick up my friend, but not without feeling the impact of his words in my chest. It felt like he had just physically abused me, rather than just hitting me verbally. His words had sent my mind groping around for memories that had long since been stowed away in the very back of my mind. It had been so long ago.
“Come on now, you loser,” I muttered to Brent as I opened the door and managed to get Brent inside.
The entire hallway was cloudy in whisks of persistent smoke, and laughter and people’s voices hit my ears like a wall.
Once inside Brent’s messy room, I managed to drop him onto his bed, not bothering to even remove the black sneakers from his feet. I put a trash can by his bed before exiting his room, thinking that if he got up from his bed and did something stupid, he was no longer my responsibility.
I passed a few people in the hall as I searched out my own room. I was going to bed. This night hadn’t turned out the way it was supposed to. Turning the door knob and finding the lock in place, I immediately knew what was going on in there, and who it was involving. I watched a scene in my head that I was sure wasn’t too different from the one going on inside my room. Brendon’s naked chest, Jon’s naked body. Kissing, groping, feeling. Fucking.
My world was fucking crashing down on me.
Author: Chionophobia
Rating: PG-13 for now NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon (over done, yes, but still hot)
POV: Ryan
Summary: Ryan is a squeamish gay boy, Brendon is the bored new kid at the private school, Brent is in love with his teacher and Spencer annoys the hell out of everyone. Secrets, love and friendships break. Chaos ensues. AU
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own. Never have, never will.
Author Notes: This chapter is a bit longer than the other ones; I hope you don't fall asleep.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight)
Nine
“Listen, girls, you gotta be quiet,” I said, keeping my voice low, talking to the five girls I had managed to scrape together for the party. For some reason, I was always the one in charge of ‘female presence’ when it was time for another one of our Saturday night bashes. I didn’t mind though; I knew a lot of girls from my old school and almost all of them were of the partying kind. I had just sneaked down to the ground floor on my tippy toes, trying to be as quiet as I possibly could be in opening the entrance for the guests.
Unfortunately for me, the girls didn’t seem to realize the seriousness of the situation, and kept chatting very audibly among themselves, after giving me five obligatory and quite frankly bone-crushing hugs. “Aww, Ryan, I’m so happy to see you! I haven’t met you in ages!”
“I know, Jenny,” I said quickly, hurriedly putting my hand over her mouth. “And you can squeal about it upstairs, but not here. If any teachers see us, we’re all dead.”
She gave me a small apologetic smile and so did the girls behind her. All but one, and that wasn’t a girl.
“Uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked the guy, confused. I hadn’t invited any guys. We had plenty of them right here.
“I’m Jon. I’m looking for Brendon Urie. You haven’t seen him by any chance, have you?” He peered over my shoulder.
I felt my gut contract threateningly. “He’s in our room,” I managed to force out, then turned around to lead the trail of people up the stairs. “Keep quiet now.”
“Wait, your room? Are you Ryan?” Jon caught up with me, taking to stride in my pace beside me.
Just great. “Yeah.” I didn’t ask how he knew about me, I didn’t really care. What I really cared about though, was why this guy was here. “Did Brendon invite you?”
“Yup,” said Jon, “he called me up yesterday and told me about a party. Thought I could check it out.”
“Great.” It was sarcastic but he seemed not to have noticed.
I led the group up the stairs in silence, into corridors and adjoining hallways until we were finally met with the door to our dorm. I quickly punched in the numeric code and pushed the heavy door open, wanting to get the people inside as quickly as possible. Well there and the door closing behind us, the stereo was turned on, blasting its contents in the form of Red Hot Chili Peppers out over the common room.
I sighed, relieved that we hadn’t been caught, and watched as the girls behind me started getting into their party selves and strolled away from me, eager to meet the guys I had to offer them. Jon stayed close to me though, looking a bit nervous and out of place with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
“You wanted Brendon, right?” I asked, pretending that the question was entirely platonic and didn’t hold a double meaning.
“Yeah, please.” He looked relieved and followed me through the sea of people that had already begun partying, drinking and talking. Brendon was just coming out of the bathroom as I opened the door to our room, and the biggest smile came onto his lips. I smiled at him too, a second before realizing that his grin wasn’t directed at me. Brendon literally threw himself into Jon’s arms, throwing away all the raw masculinity I knew he possessed somewhere deep down. Jon was grinning too, goofily, as Brendon’s arms must have been close to suffocating him around his neck.
The scene bothered me, and a frown appeared between my eyebrows.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you!” Brendon said excitedly as he let go of his friend. “It’s been too long.”
“I know, but I’m here now, ready to enjoy the party,” he smiled and lowered his voice as he went on, “and you later.”
I swear to fucking god all the color left my face at those words.
Brendon grinned wickedly and nodded.
It fucking broke my heart.
:-:-:-:
A dull head ache was grazing the inside of my temple an hour later, when the party was going at full speed and the people with it. Some crappy dance music was pounding through the room, entwining itself with clouds of cigarette smoke and the smell of spilt beer.
Some people were standing around, along the walls, talking, laughing and playing around, while others were showing off their dancing skills - or rather lack there of - on the dance floor; in other words, the rug in front of the TV. My friend Jenny and some guy I didn’t know too well were making out on the couch beside me, slurping on each other’s face like it was a melting ice cream. I watched them in mild disgust from the corner of my eye, but still felt that familiar little sting of jealousy in my stomach that I had felt all too many times before. I wanted someone too kiss too, and it wouldn’t just do with anyone. My eyes travelled back to the scene that was playing out in front of me, the one I’d been watching for almost a full half hour. Longingly, my eyes sought out Brendon’s face and the different expressions that came over it as Jon touched him in different places. They were just standing there, groping each other and moaning into the other’s touch, in the midst of everything, with a party going on around them. I didn’t think they noticed.
“It’s like watching softcore porn,” someone said behind me.
I quickly looked up at Spencer’s face, and the head ache in my temples suddenly got heavier. “Who invited you?”
“I live in this dorm too, don’t I?”
I muttered something incomprehensive and turned my eyes back to the guy I was fucking in love with and his best friend.
“Actually,” Spencer continued, “I was just going to ask you if you sent Brent out to get something?”
“What?” I said confused, only half listening, because Brendon now had his tongue in Jon’s ear, licking it the same way he had mine a few nights ago.
“Brent; did you tell him to go out and get something? Because he went out the door a few minutes ago, and he didn’t look very sober.”
My brain finally caught up with his words and I turned my entire focus department to him. “Brent was fucking smashed the last time I saw him, I told him to go to bed.”
“Well, he’s up.”
I stared at him; he stared at me, and we both seemed to realize that something was very wrong at the same time. I hastily pushed myself off the couch, right before Jenny and the nameless guy fell down onto the spot I had just occupied, making out heavily.
I rushed after Spencer, through the crowded hallway and out the door, stepping out into the quiet and dark school building.
“Where the hell did he go?” I asked, while in my head imagining all kinds of horrors happening.
“I don’t know, but he can’t have gotten very far; I mean, he was smashed,” Spencer said, looking around as if he was expecting Brent to come stumbling out of a wall or something.
I was getting annoyed with him already. “Why did you let him go if he was that drunk, then?” I demanded, scurrying down the staircase closest to me.
“I told you - I didn’t know if it was your idea,” he snapped. “And besides, he’s stronger than me,” he grudgingly added behind me.
Oh great, he was following me. I repressed a fitting eye roll while I tried to think of a snappy retort, but a wailing sound in the distance caught me before any words did. I stopped my descent down the stairs abruptly, almost causing Spencer, who had followed me closely, to crash into my back. I listened carefully for the sound again, and then I heard it.
“Sounds like a dying cat,” Spencer commented.
“Oh my fucking god, it’s Brent!” Running down the few steps of the staircase and stumbling into an adjoining hallway, I spotted my drunken friend on his knees on the floor, doing something with his voice that vaguely resembled singing. I was dumbstruck by the whole situation, standing and gawking like a total idiot while terrible scenarios once again played out in my mind.
“What the fuck are you doing you moron?!” It was Spencer hissing those words at Brent’s sad form, for he had luckily not frozen like statue, unlike myself. He grabbed Brent’s arm, attempting to pull him up and onto his feet, but my friend wasn’t cooperating.
“Nooo, you schtop,” Brent slurred in between the off key noises streaming out of his mouth. “I’m schinging to her! Lemme go!” He pulled his arm out of Spencer’s grip forcefully, tripping on his feet and slamming hard against a white door.
“Come help me Ryan!” Spencer begged, trying to get Brent away from anything solid.
I rushed forward and managed to grab a hold of Brent’s other arm, and in a joint effort, we got him away from the door. It wasn’t easy though. Brent was trying to kick everything around him and aimed drunken punches at the both of us with his hands. Not to mention he reeked of beer and liquor.
“Brent, calm down! Someone’s going to hear you!” I tried, but he wouldn’t have it, he just kept screaming out an odd melody that was high enough to drill a hole in my ear drum.
“Let’s just try and pull him away with us, dig your nails into his arms if he tries to slap you,” Spencer urged, securing his grip on the stronger boy’s arm.
Together, we pulled and pinched Brent into coming with us; him still not shutting up. We we’re almost at the bottom of the stairs when the white door that Brent had sung to moments before opened. Brent kept singing. Spencer and I froze, staring back in alarm.
“Oh, so that belonged to you,” came the cool, female voice.
Miss Rivers was standing in the doorway to which I now realized, in utter horror, was her room. Her face was as unreadable as her appearance wasn’t - a wrinkled negligee, ruffled blonde hair and mascara and eyeliner slightly smudged around her eyes. She hadn’t been alone there in her room.
My heart was pumping at a crazy rate and my head seemed to be spinning too.
“We’re really sorry about this, Miss Rivers,” said Spencer quickly, closing his hand over Brent’s constantly moving mouth, “he’s not himself tonight.”
“I can see that. How much did he drink?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Her plastic filled breasts were pushed up considerably. It woke me up from my trance. It looked gross.
“Too much?” Spencer offered weakly, shrugging.
Miss Rivers eyed us all for a moment. “Get him back upstairs and hurry up! You don’t want to wake anyone else up.”
“You’re not going to tell on us?” I couldn’t help myself.
Miss Rivers actually gave me a small smile. “You’re teenage boys, can’t get away from that fact. You need your fun.”
“Chelsea, baby, are you coming back soon?” A male voice came drifting through her open door, passing our teacher and reaching us.
“Just a second,” Miss Rivers called back before turning her attention to us for the last time. “But that doesn’t mean my colleagues share my views on this matter…” she trailed off.
We got the drift and thanked her before teaming up and hoisting Brent’s arms onto our shoulders, dragging him forcefully back up the stairs. My friend kept his habit of kicking our legs every time the opportunity showed, and it wasn’t until Spencer assured him that he’d grab his balls and paint the walls with them, that he stopped.
Managing to get him up the stairs without any broken bones or sprained ankles (which was an exploit, really), the door to our dorm loomed only a few yards away. Brent was drunkenly mumbling something incoherent to himself, apparently relying on his two helpers’ abilities to keep him upright.
I snuck a glance Spencer’s way, just as he turned his eyes forward. “Why are you helping me with him?” I wondered, as I let go of Brent a little bit to be able to punch in the code to open the door in front of me.
Spencer seemed to want to shrug under the pressure Brent’s body. “It’s not like you could have dealt with this-“ he gave Brent a hard glare “-on your own.”
“You could have just watched me try, though,” I offered, picking my drunken buddy’s arm back around my neck.
“I didn’t want either of you to get expelled.”
I raised an eyebrow, irritated by what he had said. “So you suddenly care now? After being an asshole for three solid years?”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been the asshole? It’s just so fucking like you, Ross, to be blaming everyone else for your mistakes! You know just as well as I that it was you who screwed up, not me!” His pale blue eyes were narrowed and angry, his brown hair swaying back and forth over his eyes every time he moved his head. “So don’t you judge me for being pissed off when you were the one who fucking ruined everything!” And with that, he dropped his hold on Brent ruthlessly, sending him tumbling to the floor as I hadn’t had time to catch him. Opening the door roughly, he vanished behind it.
“Yeah well, thanks for nothing!” I yelled back, childishly, as I bent down to pick up my friend, but not without feeling the impact of his words in my chest. It felt like he had just physically abused me, rather than just hitting me verbally. His words had sent my mind groping around for memories that had long since been stowed away in the very back of my mind. It had been so long ago.
“Come on now, you loser,” I muttered to Brent as I opened the door and managed to get Brent inside.
The entire hallway was cloudy in whisks of persistent smoke, and laughter and people’s voices hit my ears like a wall.
Once inside Brent’s messy room, I managed to drop him onto his bed, not bothering to even remove the black sneakers from his feet. I put a trash can by his bed before exiting his room, thinking that if he got up from his bed and did something stupid, he was no longer my responsibility.
I passed a few people in the hall as I searched out my own room. I was going to bed. This night hadn’t turned out the way it was supposed to. Turning the door knob and finding the lock in place, I immediately knew what was going on in there, and who it was involving. I watched a scene in my head that I was sure wasn’t too different from the one going on inside my room. Brendon’s naked chest, Jon’s naked body. Kissing, groping, feeling. Fucking.
My world was fucking crashing down on me.