Rayston Academy For Boys - Thirteen
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: I had a dream about Ryan and Brendon the other night. It was weird, but nice as hell. They were sitting on the couch in my living room, and suddenly Ryan was lying across Brendon's lap getting spanked! I know it totally sounds like I'm making it up but I swear on the sake of slash that I'm not. It was the hottest dream I've ever had, let me tell you that. Someone please write me a spank fic :D Anyway, the dream inspired this update.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight) (Nine) (Ten) (Eleven) (Twelve)
Thirteen
So I was fuming. I had done that a lot lately. Only now it was worse than ever.
Brendon had made me lie down on my bed to calm myself, and his constant rubbing of my leg made me feel a bit better. I kept glancing at him, but he was always staring at something else, never meeting my eyes even though I was sure he was aware that they were on him.
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” he finally spoke, releasing the words in a quick breath. “Why would he lie to me? About you?”
I rolled my eyes, irritated at the very thought of the guy who had deprived me of the one I wanted for so long now. “Don’t you get it? Spencer talked a lot of shit behind my back so that you wouldn’t be interested in me. He wants you for himself.”
Brendon turned to me for the first time, confusion evident in those brown eyes. “What?”
I stared him down. “He’s in love with you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed.
Silence. “Spencer’s not in love with me.”
I groaned, pushing myself up to a half-sitting position on the bed, shaking Brendon’s hand off my thigh in the process. “He’s looking at you like you’re the best thing in the world, all the time and he spends whatever moment he can together with you. I just know it Bren! The guy’s in love with you.”
Brendon made no move at first, nor did he speak, but his lips kept moving slightly, it was almost as if he was talking but someone had muted him. “Eh…” he said finally, looking down at his nails. “Spencer and I were talking before, Ryan, and he told me something.”
“What?”
“That you used to be friends.”
It was my turn to say nothing now. My cheeks were starting to burn at the very thought of Spencer telling Brendon that. Who knows what else he could have told him.
“You know, I was under the distinct impression that you two had always hated each other,” Brendon continued, and actually had the guts to wear a slightly scolding expression on his face.
“What did he tell you?” I hated the way my voice sounded so weak. It was pathetic.
Brendon surveyed me for a moment. “That you were his best friend. And that something happened when you were thirteen.”
“Did he say what it was?” Calm breaths now Ryan. Calm breaths.
“No. He said it was your story to tell.”
I let out a silent, thankful breath, but Brendon wasn’t very happy with my reaction.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
I stared at him and knew that I had to tell him in order to be able to keep things as they were, and not lose him again. “I messed up, Bren,” I confessed, letting my eyes run over his hurt knee which was now covered with a colourful cartoon band aid. “I don’t think you’re gonna like me very much after I tell you.”
“We’ve all made mistakes; I doubt yours is catastrophic.”
“You’re wrong,” I challenged dully.
“Tell me what happened,” Brendon repeated.
I stared into Brendon’s eyes defiantly, because no, I didn’t want to tell him what happened, but when I received nothing but a stony face from him, I gave in and lay back down on the bed. Brendon’s featured softened a bit.
“I don’t know where to start,” I sighed.
“What I’m about to hear happened over one day, yes? Not over a period of time?” Brendon wondered and I shook my head no to the second question, turning my eyes to the ceiling. “Then start from the morning.”
It took me a few moments to gather everything I had tried to suppress for so long, and Brendon waited patiently, silently encouraging me to go on. “We were thirteen and school had just begun a few days ago. I was over at Spence’s house after school, as usual. His parents were out celebrating their anniversary, so it was just us. Well Brent was there too, but he had to leave before me.” I broke off there, certain that my voice would break if I continued.
“Go on,” Brendon said softly.
I took a deep breath. “We were playing video games and had done it for hours when we finally noticed that it was getting dark outside. I didn’t want to go home right away though; my mom would probably just make me clean my room again. So we lay down on his bed; we usually did that. Just talked. Like I guess all boys in that age, we ended up talking about girls and kissing and stuff, you know. Neither of us had kissed anyone before, so… we were curious about it.” I stopped again, swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat but continued before Brendon could tell me to. “I have no idea how it happened but before I knew it we were lying nose to nose and… we kissed. Like a lot. It was nose bumping and teeth in the wrong places at first, but then it got better and I guess I just forgot everything. About who I was with. That I was with a boy, and my best friend at that. The weirdest thing was that I liked it.”
“Did you know then that you were gay?” Brendon asked gently when I didn’t say anything else.
I shook my head. “No. Not until a few months later when I had already fucked everything up and I went into hysterics after getting a boner from a hot guy I saw on TV. That’s when I knew… being gay was very hard for me back then.”
There was a short silence and then I felt Brendon’s hand on my leg again, gently caressing in smooth circles. “I think it is for everyone. What happened with you and Spencer?”
I closed my eyes. “We’d been making out for maybe five minutes when we heard a car door outside slam shut. His parents were back. I jumped away from him and it was like I finally realized what the hell I was doing. I yelled at him, as if everything had been his fault. I said some fucked up shit to him too. He just looked so shocked and hurt, but he didn’t say anything. Not one word. He just sat there and took all my shit. Then I took off home and shut myself inside my room for a few days. My dad had to kick in the door on the third day. Then I was sent here, pretty much.” The last part came out as a whisper, a strangled kind.
Brendon didn’t say anything. He hated me now, for sure. It was understandable; I hated myself too. I slowly sat up, turning so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to Brendon who was still quiet.
“I fucked up so bad, Brendon,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if my mouth was intentionally trying to make it worse, but words just kept spilling out. “I ditched my best friend just because of a stupid thing that happened when we were kids. It didn’t even mean anything. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal to me, but it was back then.”
“You should talk to Spence,” Brendon said. “Actually, you need to talk to Spence.”
“I don’t think so,” I muttered dully, staring holes in the opposite blue wall. I felt Brendon’s hand on my back this time, warm and comforting; he had leaned closer.
“Go to him. He wants to talk to you.”
His breath was lingering on my ear and despite the hopeless sensation of self hatred that for now resided in my body, I was quickly reminded that I was a teenage boy, with or without problems. How great was this, getting an erection when I had just told the story that had been bothering me for years… “You shouldn’t do that.”
A small smile played on his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I breathed, revelling in the sensation of his lips on my neck. Though, he pulled away abruptly.
“I’ll continue when you come back,” he urged and I groaned.
Feeling incredibly frustrated, I gave into Brendon’s wish, grumpily trotting down the hallway to Spencer’s room, imagining the horrors that might attack 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: I had a dream about Ryan and Brendon the other night. It was weird, but nice as hell. They were sitting on the couch in my living room, and suddenly Ryan was lying across Brendon's lap getting spanked! I know it totally sounds like I'm making it up but I swear on the sake of slash that I'm not. It was the hottest dream I've ever had, let me tell you that. Someone please write me a spank fic :D Anyway, the dream inspired this update.
(One)(Two)(Three)(Four)(Five)(Six)(Seven)
(Eight) (Nine) (Ten) (Eleven) (Twelve)
Thirteen
So I was fuming. I had done that a lot lately. Only now it was worse than ever.
Brendon had made me lie down on my bed to calm myself, and his constant rubbing of my leg made me feel a bit better. I kept glancing at him, but he was always staring at something else, never meeting my eyes even though I was sure he was aware that they were on him.
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” he finally spoke, releasing the words in a quick breath. “Why would he lie to me? About you?”
I rolled my eyes, irritated at the very thought of the guy who had deprived me of the one I wanted for so long now. “Don’t you get it? Spencer talked a lot of shit behind my back so that you wouldn’t be interested in me. He wants you for himself.”
Brendon turned to me for the first time, confusion evident in those brown eyes. “What?”
I stared him down. “He’s in love with you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know.” I was starting to get a bit annoyed.
Silence. “Spencer’s not in love with me.”
I groaned, pushing myself up to a half-sitting position on the bed, shaking Brendon’s hand off my thigh in the process. “He’s looking at you like you’re the best thing in the world, all the time and he spends whatever moment he can together with you. I just know it Bren! The guy’s in love with you.”
Brendon made no move at first, nor did he speak, but his lips kept moving slightly, it was almost as if he was talking but someone had muted him. “Eh…” he said finally, looking down at his nails. “Spencer and I were talking before, Ryan, and he told me something.”
“What?”
“That you used to be friends.”
It was my turn to say nothing now. My cheeks were starting to burn at the very thought of Spencer telling Brendon that. Who knows what else he could have told him.
“You know, I was under the distinct impression that you two had always hated each other,” Brendon continued, and actually had the guts to wear a slightly scolding expression on his face.
“What did he tell you?” I hated the way my voice sounded so weak. It was pathetic.
Brendon surveyed me for a moment. “That you were his best friend. And that something happened when you were thirteen.”
“Did he say what it was?” Calm breaths now Ryan. Calm breaths.
“No. He said it was your story to tell.”
I let out a silent, thankful breath, but Brendon wasn’t very happy with my reaction.
“Will you tell me what happened?”
I stared at him and knew that I had to tell him in order to be able to keep things as they were, and not lose him again. “I messed up, Bren,” I confessed, letting my eyes run over his hurt knee which was now covered with a colourful cartoon band aid. “I don’t think you’re gonna like me very much after I tell you.”
“We’ve all made mistakes; I doubt yours is catastrophic.”
“You’re wrong,” I challenged dully.
“Tell me what happened,” Brendon repeated.
I stared into Brendon’s eyes defiantly, because no, I didn’t want to tell him what happened, but when I received nothing but a stony face from him, I gave in and lay back down on the bed. Brendon’s featured softened a bit.
“I don’t know where to start,” I sighed.
“What I’m about to hear happened over one day, yes? Not over a period of time?” Brendon wondered and I shook my head no to the second question, turning my eyes to the ceiling. “Then start from the morning.”
It took me a few moments to gather everything I had tried to suppress for so long, and Brendon waited patiently, silently encouraging me to go on. “We were thirteen and school had just begun a few days ago. I was over at Spence’s house after school, as usual. His parents were out celebrating their anniversary, so it was just us. Well Brent was there too, but he had to leave before me.” I broke off there, certain that my voice would break if I continued.
“Go on,” Brendon said softly.
I took a deep breath. “We were playing video games and had done it for hours when we finally noticed that it was getting dark outside. I didn’t want to go home right away though; my mom would probably just make me clean my room again. So we lay down on his bed; we usually did that. Just talked. Like I guess all boys in that age, we ended up talking about girls and kissing and stuff, you know. Neither of us had kissed anyone before, so… we were curious about it.” I stopped again, swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat but continued before Brendon could tell me to. “I have no idea how it happened but before I knew it we were lying nose to nose and… we kissed. Like a lot. It was nose bumping and teeth in the wrong places at first, but then it got better and I guess I just forgot everything. About who I was with. That I was with a boy, and my best friend at that. The weirdest thing was that I liked it.”
“Did you know then that you were gay?” Brendon asked gently when I didn’t say anything else.
I shook my head. “No. Not until a few months later when I had already fucked everything up and I went into hysterics after getting a boner from a hot guy I saw on TV. That’s when I knew… being gay was very hard for me back then.”
There was a short silence and then I felt Brendon’s hand on my leg again, gently caressing in smooth circles. “I think it is for everyone. What happened with you and Spencer?”
I closed my eyes. “We’d been making out for maybe five minutes when we heard a car door outside slam shut. His parents were back. I jumped away from him and it was like I finally realized what the hell I was doing. I yelled at him, as if everything had been his fault. I said some fucked up shit to him too. He just looked so shocked and hurt, but he didn’t say anything. Not one word. He just sat there and took all my shit. Then I took off home and shut myself inside my room for a few days. My dad had to kick in the door on the third day. Then I was sent here, pretty much.” The last part came out as a whisper, a strangled kind.
Brendon didn’t say anything. He hated me now, for sure. It was understandable; I hated myself too. I slowly sat up, turning so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to Brendon who was still quiet.
“I fucked up so bad, Brendon,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if my mouth was intentionally trying to make it worse, but words just kept spilling out. “I ditched my best friend just because of a stupid thing that happened when we were kids. It didn’t even mean anything. It shouldn’t have been such a big deal to me, but it was back then.”
“You should talk to Spence,” Brendon said. “Actually, you need to talk to Spence.”
“I don’t think so,” I muttered dully, staring holes in the opposite blue wall. I felt Brendon’s hand on my back this time, warm and comforting; he had leaned closer.
“Go to him. He wants to talk to you.”
His breath was lingering on my ear and despite the hopeless sensation of self hatred that for now resided in my body, I was quickly reminded that I was a teenage boy, with or without problems. How great was this, getting an erection when I had just told the story that had been bothering me for years… “You shouldn’t do that.”
A small smile played on his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I breathed, revelling in the sensation of his lips on my neck. Though, he pulled away abruptly.
“I’ll continue when you come back,” he urged and I groaned.
Feeling incredibly frustrated, I gave into Brendon’s wish, grumpily trotting down the hallway to Spencer’s room, imagining the horrors that might attack me.