Rayston Academy For Boys - Ten
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: It's supposed to be snowing on Halloween. The weather's lame.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight) (Nine)
Ten
Rapping hard on the door, I waited outside it, my balled up fists by my sides, shaking slightly in repressed frustration. I wasn’t going to let this go, wasn’t going to just suck it up. Wasn’t going to let this guy fuck the one I was in love with. No way. I was prepared to fight over him, and I meant that literally.
Brendon opened the door wearing nothing but his right hand covering up his private parts and an annoyed scowl on his face. “Maan,” he groaned at the sight of me. I saw Jon behind him in his bed, dressed down to his colourful boxers. He looked unsure and tried to give me a slightly apologetic smile. I quickly turned my eyes to Brendon again; I didn’t want anything from Jon.
“Can’t you sleep somewhere else? Jon and I are kinda busy,” Brendon said, irritated, putting his weight on his other foot and attracting my attention to what his hand was covering. I couldn’t believe how he could just stand there so casually, and acting so completely normal about everything at a time like this. Wasn’t he at least a tiny bit embarrassed that I had almost caught them?
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
“What does it look like we’re doing?”
I groaned angrily and pushed myself past Brendon, stepping inside, but not wanting to look or even pretend that there was a naked male in Brendon’s bed. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and spotting Brendon’s black boxers on the floor made me cringe.
Brendon was watching me with extremely annoyed eyes, arms crossed over his naked chest and letting the rest of him hang free. I stared at his half hard cock for a second before flaring up. “I can’t believe you! Do I really mean nothing to you?!” The entire situation hurt.
“What are you talking about?” Brendon was still watching me.
“This!” I gestured toward Jon and then back to Brendon. “You only care about getting laid and nothing else, right?! You’re so fucking cheap.”
For a second I thought he was going to hit me, the look in his eyes were just screaming for it, but instead, Jon piped up. “Uh, guys. I think I’m gonna go now.”
Brendon quickly turned his attention towards him, loosening up his posture. “No, Jon, don’t go. Ryan’s going.”
“No, I’m not,” I said decidedly. “Not until you and I have talked.”
Jon was uncertainly looking from me to Brendon. “I’m going Bren. I’ll call you, okay?” He got up and started gathering his clothes from the floor, putting them on while Brendon only stood there, watching him helplessly.
I stayed quiet, even as they hugged tight and Jon whispered comfortingly in Brendon’s ear. I couldn’t hear his words but they were apparently well chosen because Brendon looked calmer already, melting into Jon’s hug. A quick kiss on the forehead and he was out the door, leaving me alone with Brendon.
“Happy now?”
I didn’t say anything, just watched Brendon as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply before sitting down on his bed. I copied him and sat down on mine, opposite him. “Do you love him?”
Brendon rolled his eyes. “I didn’t lie before when I told you he’s straight. He is. We’re just friends.”
“Friends who fuck…” I trailed off doubtfully.
“Yes.” He crossed his arms over his chest again and I vaguely wondered if he was cold.
“So if you two are friends,” I continued, “why is it that you can kiss him and not me? Am I not pretty enough for you or what?”
Brendon groaned. “You know what the fucking problem is?”
“What?”
“You’re under the fucking assumption that everything is about you! You don’t even seem to care about anyone else!”
“That’s not true,” I protested, shocked by the angry tone in his voice.
“But it is!” Brendon argued, sounding even angrier than before. “When was the last time you bothered to ask me something, huh? You never wondered why I wouldn’t kiss you? Never wanted to know how I ended up in this school in the first place? You just don’t seem to care about me. You’re only pretending to so that I’ll get you off, right?” He got up from the bed and paced around the room, fuming. “I’m sick of it, Ryan.”
I was staring at him, dumbfounded by everything, and I tried to rack my brain for answers to what he had said. I realized that he was right; I had never asked him any of that before. My chest was hurting. “Brendon, I do care about you! I’ve been trying to get you to like me…”
“Poor attempt, don’t you think?”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, rising to my feet and walking over to him, trying to touch his shoulder. He backed away.
“You threw out my best friend and you expect that to be enough?”
“Well what do you want me to say?” I was beginning to feel that nothing would be good enough now.
He stared me straight in the eye, a hard look that made me feel weak. “Maybe a reason to why you’re acting like a spoiled kid?”
I didn’t miss a beat. “Because I love you.” It was the absolute truth.
Something about those words must have sounded extremely offensive to him because he looked furious all of a sudden. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”
“But I mean it, Brendon, I really do!” I tried, hoping to rid myself of the hopeless feeling that was welling up inside me.
“Why should I trust that when I don’t trust anything else about you?! That’s why I won’t kiss you, you know. I’d trust Jon with my fucking life because I know everything we do is platonic. With you though… I knew this was a bad idea.” He started gathering his clothes, but only put on his boxers.
My entire body was hurting now. I could only watch him as he went about the room, gathering things in a plastic bag. I couldn’t get my mouth to work along with my tongue.
“I’m gonna see if I can stay with Spencer from now on,” he said finally, turning his eyes to mine. “I’d rather not talk to you again.”
He left.
Slowly, I sat down on the bed, trying to make the swirling mess of thoughts on my head a little less confusing. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of anything he had said, but at least I understood the less happy stuff. He never wanted to talk to me again. It seemed to me like he really meant it.
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: It's supposed to be snowing on Halloween. The weather's lame.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight) (Nine)
Ten
Rapping hard on the door, I waited outside it, my balled up fists by my sides, shaking slightly in repressed frustration. I wasn’t going to let this go, wasn’t going to just suck it up. Wasn’t going to let this guy fuck the one I was in love with. No way. I was prepared to fight over him, and I meant that literally.
Brendon opened the door wearing nothing but his right hand covering up his private parts and an annoyed scowl on his face. “Maan,” he groaned at the sight of me. I saw Jon behind him in his bed, dressed down to his colourful boxers. He looked unsure and tried to give me a slightly apologetic smile. I quickly turned my eyes to Brendon again; I didn’t want anything from Jon.
“Can’t you sleep somewhere else? Jon and I are kinda busy,” Brendon said, irritated, putting his weight on his other foot and attracting my attention to what his hand was covering. I couldn’t believe how he could just stand there so casually, and acting so completely normal about everything at a time like this. Wasn’t he at least a tiny bit embarrassed that I had almost caught them?
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
“What does it look like we’re doing?”
I groaned angrily and pushed myself past Brendon, stepping inside, but not wanting to look or even pretend that there was a naked male in Brendon’s bed. Clothes were strewn all over the floor and spotting Brendon’s black boxers on the floor made me cringe.
Brendon was watching me with extremely annoyed eyes, arms crossed over his naked chest and letting the rest of him hang free. I stared at his half hard cock for a second before flaring up. “I can’t believe you! Do I really mean nothing to you?!” The entire situation hurt.
“What are you talking about?” Brendon was still watching me.
“This!” I gestured toward Jon and then back to Brendon. “You only care about getting laid and nothing else, right?! You’re so fucking cheap.”
For a second I thought he was going to hit me, the look in his eyes were just screaming for it, but instead, Jon piped up. “Uh, guys. I think I’m gonna go now.”
Brendon quickly turned his attention towards him, loosening up his posture. “No, Jon, don’t go. Ryan’s going.”
“No, I’m not,” I said decidedly. “Not until you and I have talked.”
Jon was uncertainly looking from me to Brendon. “I’m going Bren. I’ll call you, okay?” He got up and started gathering his clothes from the floor, putting them on while Brendon only stood there, watching him helplessly.
I stayed quiet, even as they hugged tight and Jon whispered comfortingly in Brendon’s ear. I couldn’t hear his words but they were apparently well chosen because Brendon looked calmer already, melting into Jon’s hug. A quick kiss on the forehead and he was out the door, leaving me alone with Brendon.
“Happy now?”
I didn’t say anything, just watched Brendon as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply before sitting down on his bed. I copied him and sat down on mine, opposite him. “Do you love him?”
Brendon rolled his eyes. “I didn’t lie before when I told you he’s straight. He is. We’re just friends.”
“Friends who fuck…” I trailed off doubtfully.
“Yes.” He crossed his arms over his chest again and I vaguely wondered if he was cold.
“So if you two are friends,” I continued, “why is it that you can kiss him and not me? Am I not pretty enough for you or what?”
Brendon groaned. “You know what the fucking problem is?”
“What?”
“You’re under the fucking assumption that everything is about you! You don’t even seem to care about anyone else!”
“That’s not true,” I protested, shocked by the angry tone in his voice.
“But it is!” Brendon argued, sounding even angrier than before. “When was the last time you bothered to ask me something, huh? You never wondered why I wouldn’t kiss you? Never wanted to know how I ended up in this school in the first place? You just don’t seem to care about me. You’re only pretending to so that I’ll get you off, right?” He got up from the bed and paced around the room, fuming. “I’m sick of it, Ryan.”
I was staring at him, dumbfounded by everything, and I tried to rack my brain for answers to what he had said. I realized that he was right; I had never asked him any of that before. My chest was hurting. “Brendon, I do care about you! I’ve been trying to get you to like me…”
“Poor attempt, don’t you think?”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, rising to my feet and walking over to him, trying to touch his shoulder. He backed away.
“You threw out my best friend and you expect that to be enough?”
“Well what do you want me to say?” I was beginning to feel that nothing would be good enough now.
He stared me straight in the eye, a hard look that made me feel weak. “Maybe a reason to why you’re acting like a spoiled kid?”
I didn’t miss a beat. “Because I love you.” It was the absolute truth.
Something about those words must have sounded extremely offensive to him because he looked furious all of a sudden. “Don’t you fucking say that to me!”
“But I mean it, Brendon, I really do!” I tried, hoping to rid myself of the hopeless feeling that was welling up inside me.
“Why should I trust that when I don’t trust anything else about you?! That’s why I won’t kiss you, you know. I’d trust Jon with my fucking life because I know everything we do is platonic. With you though… I knew this was a bad idea.” He started gathering his clothes, but only put on his boxers.
My entire body was hurting now. I could only watch him as he went about the room, gathering things in a plastic bag. I couldn’t get my mouth to work along with my tongue.
“I’m gonna see if I can stay with Spencer from now on,” he said finally, turning his eyes to mine. “I’d rather not talk to you again.”
He left.
Slowly, I sat down on the bed, trying to make the swirling mess of thoughts on my head a little less confusing. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of anything he had said, but at least I understood the less happy stuff. He never wanted to talk to me again. It seemed to me like he really meant it.