01: Masked Mirrors

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“I want you so bad, Ryan.”

Brendon pinned Ryan’s arm above his head as he practically tackled him to the bed. Everything was a blur, the sound slipped away, eyes slid shut as their lips soon connected. The heat was rising, and Ryan didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, or if it was even real. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure, but Brendon’s nails in his wrist was enough to tell him.

They were in Ryan’s bedroom, but it didn’t really matter. Brendon’s hands were running up and down his chest, fiddling with his t-shirt. Their kiss was broken while Brendon trailed kisses along his jaw line, making Ryan shudder with immense pleasure. He was touching him; he was really, really touching him. How could it be possible? His mind was racing as his face flushed, the world seemingly dissolved as all he could concentrate on were Brendon’s lips.

Before Ryan could even protest, Brendon was tugging on the edge of the younger mans jeans. It seemed like they were off in the blink of an eye, and then suddenly Brendon had gotten rid of his pants too. Ryan left in boxers, Brendon left in absolutely nothing at all. He smiled wide, pressing his pelvis against Ryan’s before pulling him into another kiss.

Ryan returned the kiss eagerly, happy to be able to move his arms again. He touched the smooth skin above him eagerly, trying to find every spot that made Brendon moan. He didn’t get far before his hands were held above his head again. Brendon grinned at him, flames dancing erotically within his iris’s before their mouths connected again. Brendon moved his hand down, pulling down Ryan’s boxers.

Ryan flushed deeply at the thought of being completely naked before his crush, but had no chance to actually think about it. Fingers danced upon his length, causing him to arch his back and gasp. Brendon grinned at the response before he moved and settled between Ryan’s legs. Ryan lifted his head, curious as to what was about to happen. He cried out in shock as moist warmth wrapped around his erection and fell back onto the pillow.

Brendon worked quickly, obviously eager to bring forth a mind blowing orgasm; his tongue rubbed delicately over Ryan’s cock as he suckled. Ryan gripped the sheets tightly, not wanting to fist Brendon’s hair in fear of injuring him. He had never experienced such pleasure before, and it was completely mind boggling. After only a few moments, he felt the pressure build before it exploded.

“Ryan!” he heard Brendon call, only murmuring sweet pleasured sounds in reply. “Ryan!” he called again, but now it was more confusing. “Wake up!”

He felt Brendon’s hands on him, but time it wasn’t a dream. Brendon was laughing, staring down at his friend who managed himself a wet dream over night. He smirked at Ryan’s reaction, his eyes wide in humiliation as Brendon was still smiling, trying to hide his amusement the best he could. He backed away from the bed, knowing Ryan would more than likely not want him sitting near him right now.

“Well now, didn’t we have good nights sleep?” Brendon said teasingly.

Ryan was flaming red as he sat up slowly, unable to look Brendon in the eye. He pulled his blankets over himself, having finally gotten new ones a few years back. He bit his lip before glancing up at Brendon. Brendon on the other hand, was having a battle within himself. He desperately wanted to know who his friend was dreaming of, though he wasn’t entirely certain as to why. He felt cheated that Ryan was having wet dreams about someone, someone he probably didn’t even know.

Brendon shook his head, “Come on get up!” he said, keeping his tone light and teasing.

Ryan was still blushing as he pulled the sheets and blankets closer to him, “Can you leave, please?”

Moving over, Brendon pulled the sheets down so he could look Ryan in the face. They were close, perhaps too close for Ryan to be comfortable at that point (especially after that dream). “Oh come on now,” he said, pouting slightly with a smile. Soon he wasn’t able to really contain his curiosity, though he was more than just curious. “Ryan’s got a crush!”

Ryan let out a small groan, his stomach feeling incredibly sick as he turned over in the bed, away from Brendon. “Go away!” he said in a tiny voice, face beat red as he tried to anything that looked guilty; especially the wetness lingering underneath of his sheets. It was growing to be rather uncomfortable, but still Brendon wouldn’t leave.

“Who was it? Who was it?” Brendon asked, prodding Ryan’s side. He sure was inconsiderate.

Ryan scowled slightly and moved away, right into the wet sheets. He groaned with embarrassment, hoping Brendon would leave him alone. He wrapped the sheets around himself as a large toga and climbed out of the bed. He started to the bathroom, but Brendon was determined to get an answer. Brendon spun Ryan around and grinned at him, “Well?”

Flaming read, Ryan responded, “Just… just someone I know, ok? Please, drop it…” he stuttered out before he reached behind him and grasped the doorknob. He turned it quickly and fell back into the bathroom, leaving Brendon standing in the room looking baffled. Brendon opened his mouth to say something, but Ryan did not give him the chance before he kicked the door shut.

Ryan leapt to his feet and stripped out of everything, stepping into the shower. He turned the water on hot only, allowing the room to fill completely with steam as he washed. He was unaware of his skin turning red from the hot stream, as he was much too busy cursing himself mentally for having such a dream.

Standing on the other side of the door, Brendon watched the steam flowing out from under the door. He raised an eyebrow, wondering why the kid was trying to burn himself alive. So with a small amount of concentration he absorbed all the steam from the room and put the water at a more reasonable temperature. After all, Ryan was dependant on cold more.

Wait, did he just do something selfless? Brendon shook his head, trying to remember why he was still there in the first place. Inside he probably knew he shouldn’t open the door, but still he did like usual. He did it so silently that Ryan didn’t hear him, just like always. He went to his mirror, fixing his hair as he listened to the water run for a minute.

“Hey Ryan…” he said quietly, almost nervously.

Ryan jumped, practically slipping and falling in the shower. “You gotta stop doing that,” he muttered.

“There’s this party tonight,” Brendon said, ignoring the comment and pretending to have not heard it. “And… I don’t wanna go alone… wanna come with?”

Ryan was silent, making Brendon slightly nervous. He turned around and watched as Ryan washed his hair. Several seconds later, Ryan tilted his head back and rinsed his hair, making Brendon blink at the pale throat that was revealed. He shook his head silently and opened his mouth to ask again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ryan stated quietly while working a tiny bit of conditioner into his hair. He looked over at Brendon, who looked extremely happy and rolled his eyes, “Now, go wait by the mirror outside the bathroom, I’ll do your hair then.”

Brendon laughed and straightened up before speaking, “I’ll ask one of the helpers to clean your bed, hmm?”

Ryan glared slightly at the door as it was closed before he turned off the water. He was well aware that the temperature of the water had dropped dramatically, though he was unaware of the fact it had been Brendon doing so. He dried himself off quickly before getting dressed. He was wearing tight black jeans and a simple long sleeved button shirt that clung softly to his frame.

Brendon looked up as Ryan left the bathroom and blinked in surprise, “I hope you wear that tonight.”

The statement made Ryan blush, but the blushing made Brendon smile.

*****

The engine sputtered loudly under the hood of Brendon’s brand new Chevrolet Corvette, painted a bright orange with hints of a deeper red tone. It didn’t take long before all the lights of the stereo flickered on, fast rock music blaring through the speakers. Ryan jumped, always being the twitchy type at loud noises it seemed.

Turning the keys in the ignition, Brendon reached over and turned the music up. Then pushing a button, the hood of the car popped down and let the music fill through the parking lot. He smiled, dancing in his seat before glancing over at Ryan. He reached over and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, squeezing him tight to his body.

“Let’s get outta here!” Brendon said in a cliché tone, pressing hard on the petal and zooming directly out of the parking lot. Ryan clutched the edge of his seat as the car screeched, leaving several black marks on the pavement. He started wondering how on earth Brendon never got pulled over.

Ryan gripped the seat tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as Brendon sped through the city and onto the highway. They were headed to a privately owned mansion, and now Ryan was secretly regretting accepting the invitation. He whimpered slightly as they took a sharp turn.

Brendon glanced at Ryan, and rolled his eyes. He reached over and turned down the music, before speaking, “You know, you don’t have to be scared. I’ve been driving this way for years.”

Ryan let out a slow breath and opened his eyes, only to squeeze them shut again as lights flashed by the vehicle. He was terrified of Brendon’s driving and mentally made plans to do the driving when they returned home.

Brendon snorted at Ryan, “I don’t understand why you’re closing your eyes, Ryan. You can’t see any of the sights!”

“You mean the blur?!” Ryan shouted over the music as Brendon turned it back up, still rolling his eyes as he pressed harder on the petal. They turned another sharp corner, tires screeching against the grey Vegas pavement; neon lights flashed by them quickly, zipping through intersections down town and heading towards the townie district.

Eventually they reached the area, coming to a sudden halt right before the mansion. It was rather large; they both noticed it almost instantly. People were already filling in while loud music blared from the place, making Ryan slightly afraid. Brendon powered off the car and jumped over the door, not bothering to open it for himself. He spun the keys round his finger as he walked past, hardly bothering with Ryan.

Ryan opened the door cautiously, managing to lock it while he slowly headed after Brendon. After a while Brendon looked back at him, pausing so that they were walking at the same level. Since Brendon was supposed to be arriving with him, he figured they would arrive together as well. He put his hands into the pockets of his tight grey jeans, not caring to let his eyes linger over Ryan’s black ones. He had worn them just like he wanted him too.

When they walked through the door, Brendon instantly greeted all of the other people he saw. Ryan shrank behind him, glancing around momentarily before letting his eyes fall his feet. “Where’s the bar?” Brendon called out, to where he was led towards a very large table full of various alcohols and mixers.

Ryan bit his lip as he gripped his vodka glass tightly. He had lost track of Brendon sometime ago, and was more then a little nervous about the various people around him. There were a couple of men who had approached him, but he had turned them down. Now he stood silently against the wall, in a dark corner, watching the party goers enjoy themselves. He looked at his only glass of vodka before sighing and downing the last of it, letting it burn down his throat.

Ryan headed towards the bar, and was about to order a drink, when an extremely warm hand gripped his arm and spun him around. He blinked in surprise at the sight of Brendon. Brendon was grinning with delight, having spent several minutes looking for his date for the evening. He said nothing as he dragged Ryan to the dance floor, dropping his empty glass on a nearby table.

Brendon pulled Ryan to him and wrapped his arms around his neck, smirking. He pressed against him, uncaring that people were watching him. He started moving with the music, giving Ryan no choice but to move with him.

The music flowed quickly, and with the intoxication within Brendon it made him start grinding himself almost erotically against Ryan’s form. Ryan on the other hand gulped, still moving with him but completely confused at the action. Sure they’d danced together on stage, but never this close together. And very soon he most definitely couldn’t help the friction in his jeans.

Brendon noticed this, feeling the same thing as he swayed his hips. The temperature rose around him while the music got faster. He swallowed hard, staring Ryan down in the eyes with a heavy amount of lust. He was drunk, and he was surely horny; clearly Ryan was too, judging by the reaction he got. So wanting to waste no time, Brendon grabbed onto his oldest friends hand and started tugging the young adult towards one of the many empty rooms.

Ryan was completely baffled as to what was happening. He noted some of the men he had turned down were looking slightly cheated, and several more were glaring at him, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. Brendon jerked Ryan into a room and kicked the door shut as he pushed his friend up against the door.

Brendon looked at Ryan and pressed himself closer to him, running his hands over his sides, "I know you like someone else but..." he breathed heavily, "You're making me so hot right now... can't we just..." he cut himself off by pressing his lips to Ryan’s, hungrily kissing him.

Ryan could not believe this was happening. He returned the kiss, as he had not been able to actually think yet. He tentatively moved his hands to Brendon’s ass, gripping it tightly. Brendon opened his mouth and thrust his tongue into Ryan’s mouth, eagerly running his tongue over every space he could find. Ryan recoiled, snapping his head against the door at the strong taste of alcohol.

“Brendon… please… stop… you’re dru…” he was cut off as Brendon suddenly thrust his hand into his pants, gripping his erection within the tight confines of his jeans.

Brendon glared slightly at Ryan, “You’re talking too much!”

Whining, Ryan couldn’t help but kiss Brendon for just a second. The dream he had was practically coming true, except in a different context. He surely didn’t want Brendon this way, but then again would he get him any other way? Brendon on the other hand just wanted to sleep with someone, and Ryan just happened to be on his mind. This he wouldn’t admit.

Ryan shivered, feeling Brendon squeeze harder on his cock while he fiddled with his jeans. “Brendon…” he murmured, jerking his head away from Brendon’s. The air in the room started to grow a stiflingly high temperature, making them both start to sweat. They kissed again, while Brendon started unzipping his own pants.

Grabbing onto the edge of Ryan’s arm Brendon turned him around, pressing him against the wall face first. He pressed his body against his, sloppily placing practised kisses along the back of his neck, kissing the long bits of hair at the back. Ryan whined again, finding it so wonderful and clouded, yet it was so wrong.

Brendon was enjoying himself, firmly believing he was about to get what he wanted. He finished unzipping his pants and undid the button before allowing them to drop to his knees. He continued to fondle Ryan’s erection, smiling pleasantly at the sounds Ryan was making. He moved his other hand and undid Ryan’s pants, pulling them down, along with his boxers.

Ryan suddenly came to his senses has the warm air of the room caressed his now exposed erection and ass. He jerked slightly and managed to pull away from Brendon, falling to the side. He landed on his arm, wincing at the pain that shot through him. He pulled away from Brendon and stared up at him, seeing the annoyed look in Brendon’s eyes.

“Why are you doing this Ryan? I can tell you want it,” he said, his eyes moving and firmly staring at Ryan’s erect cock.

Ryan wasted no time and pulled his pants up, doing them up as quickly as possible before climbing to his feet. He stared at Brendon for a moment before he spoke, “You’re drunk, Brendon…” he paused, thinking fast, “You’d probably regret this anyway…”

Brendon opened his mouth to say something, but never got the chance. Ryan ducked around Brendon and wrenched the door open before bolting out of the room. He ran down the small flight of stairs and out of the building completely. The cold air was like a blast of reality as he ran to the car. He collapsed a few feet away, tears pouring down his cheeks as he realized what had been about to happen.

Curling into himself, he sat just before the bright orange corvette. Ryan stared back at his reflection in the shiny car doors; ruffled hair, eyeliner streaming down his face. How could Brendon try taking advantage of him like that in such a state? Ryan had already had a few to drink if that wasn’t enough. He wiped his eyes, getting back to his feet before pulling the cars back door open. He figured he’d wait there for Brendon, intending to drive the very intoxicated man home.

As soon as Ryan had hit the leather interior, the previously consumed alcohol hit him like a ton of bricks and he was out like a light. The hood was still down, the wind running through his hair as he dreamt of Brendon like always.

Brendon on the other hand came stumbling out of the house, hardly being able to see where he was going. He noted the passed out Ryan in the back seat and started fumbling for his keys as he reached the doors. He slipped in, seeing two steering wheels and everything else a rather bad blur.

Brendon shook his head and bowed it for a moment. He knew he was incapable of driving at that very moment. He glanced in the rear-view mirror and groaned; he would probably get a ticket because Ryan did not have a seatbelt on. He stumbled out of the car and jerked open the back door, lifting Ryan up slightly and positioning him so he could pull the belt over him. Brendon shook his head at the sight of Ryan’s scars as he accidentally shifted the jacket sleeves. He knew not where the thin silver lines had come from, but he knew they had been accumulating for the past 4 years.

Brendon climbed back into the driver’s seat after making sure Ryan was ready for the ride home. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He made his body temperature rise, burning most of the alcohol out of his system. He was so angry about what had happened though, that he almost set fire to his car. Brendon let out a breath of air, before looking back at the steering wheel. He smiled happily when he realized he could see properly again before gunning the engine.

Brendon tore out of the parking area and back onto the highway, speeding back to what he knew to be home. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he tried to understand why Ryan had rejected him. He let out a breath and pressed harder on the gas, intending to get home faster. The sound of sirens behind him made him groan.

The car pulled to a stop, followed by the police car pulling behind him. Brendon fell back into his seat, switching car positions before feeling the bright lights from the police officer flashing into his eyes. He looked up, the strangely handsome man holding onto a flashlight giving him a suspicious look. “You know how fast you were going?” he asked.

Glancing at the speed meter Brendon shrugged, desperately hoping to get out of a ticket. He smiled at the man, wondering how easy it would be to seduce him. At this moment, he hardly even noticed the way Ryan stirred in the backseat. The officer raised an eyebrow as Brendon opened his mouth to speak. He was however incredibly shocked as a very thin, almost invisible white mist departed from between his lips and towards the man in front of him. It absorbed into the officer, who soon flushed and offered him a jaunty smile.

The officer had deep brown hair and eyes, a sharp jaw and built rather strong. Brendon smiled a lopsided smile as he leaned against the door. “You know, I should give you a ticket,” said the officer. Brendon’s eyes lingered down to his pants, biting down on his lip seductively as he did. “But there are other ways to pay…” Brendon shook his head, rather pleased that it had worked so quickly.

Pulling the car door open he stepped out, practically slamming it shut behind him. As soon as he did, Brendon grabbed onto the officers belt buckle and pulled him up against the car. “Is that so, Officer…?” Brendon glanced down at his name tag, realizing he didn’t care about his name. ”Officer sexy?” He giggled, shoving him up against the car door and quickly lowering down to his knees. With no hesitation Brendon unzipped the man’s pants, reaching into his white boxers and pulling out a throbbing cock from within. Sadly he hadn’t even noticed how he’d woken up Ryan as he slipped it into his mouth.

Ryan was barely able to see what was happening, but he was rather certain he had just paled and blushed at the same time. He bit his lip before shifting ever so slightly, getting a better view. He knew that would’ve been him if he had not fled, and felt a deep pang in his chest.

Brendon was enjoying himself immensely, loving the feel of the throbbing cock between his lips. The officer gripped the back of his head and pulled him closer, obviously wanting more. Brendon giggled slightly as he sucked in his cheeks, just enough to create more friction. This drove the officer over the edge, as he began to mindless thrust into Brendon’s mouth. Several seconds later, Brendon was swallowing quickly, desperately trying to avoid anything spilling.

Ryan closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, wanting Brendon to believe he had slept through the entire ordeal. He was suffered from a raging erection of his own though, and knew he had to do something about it before they got back to the tents. He moved his hand to his lap and created a small amount of ice in his pants, which instantly softened his cock and made him wince.

Moving away, Brendon got back up on his feet again and wiped at his mouth. Surely there was bound to be a bit of a spill. The officer zipped up his pants and fixed himself as he walked back to his car. “You drive safe, alright?” he called out. Brendon merely mumbled as he slid back into the corvette, wondering what the hell had just happened.

As he turned the keys and pressed on the gas he started trying to figure out that mist was. Brendon turned; making sure that Ryan was still asleep. He wasn’t, but he made a pretty good job of faking it. Ryan adjusted in the back seat awkwardly, the scene flushing through his memory as he desperately tried not to get another hard-on. What if he had said yes to Brendon? Would it be a bad thing? Would he have meant it? No of course he wouldn’t, he was drunk. Ryan shook the thoughts out of his head and nuzzled himself against the leather as he tried to ignore the speed Brendon was going.