The Webs We Weave (7/?)
Title: The Webs We Weave
Author: godlessrain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe, Pete Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary: Eight random people, with only one thing in common; the flight they're on.
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
Beta: Lisa
One Two Three Four Five Six
The dark storm clouds, made Brendon's heart sink. Not good. He sidled over to Ryan.
"Looks like it's going to storm," he commented, nodding at the sky.
Ryan glanced up sharply and groaned.
"Yes, indeed it does. That's not good, better tell the others."
He allowed Brendon a small smile, before leading him towards the others who were trying to crack open a coconut.
"Hey guys, Brendon pointed out something. . .have you noticed the sky?"
Everyone looked up, their expressions turning to worry.
"We should try and find shelter. Lightening proof, just in case. These tropical storms can be brutal," Gabe said, his endless humor stilled.
Everyone murmured their agreement and set of to roam around the island. Ryan took off towards the trees but stopped when he realized Brendon wasn't with him. He looked back, confused. Brendon was hesitating, biting his lip.
"You coming?"
Brendon nodded, beaming, and ran to catch up with Ryan. Ryan rolled his eyes affectionately and maybe let Brendon lace their fingers together.
Two hours later, they hadn't found anything promising, just lots and lots of trees. They trudged back to the beach dejectedly. There, they found everyone working except Spencer of course.
"Whats going on?" asked Ryan, shocked.
"Whats going on, is that Patrick is a fucking genius!" shouted Jon, over the roar of the wind, which had picked up quite a bit.
"See, what we're doing, is digging two big trenches, large enough for four people to lay inside side by side, running north to south so we don't get as much sunlight. Then, we're mounding up wet sand and soil, the higher the more space inside, laying wood across the top, packing sand and stuff over there, and getting in there until the storm blows over."
Ryan and Brendon looked at each other before setting off to help. An hour later, they had two, crude dugouts. And just in time. The rain began to fall in cold sheets.
"Hurry, hurry!" shouted Pete, ushering Patrick, Spencer, and Jon inside the shelter he was standing next to.
Ryan, Brendon, Gabe, and William, hurried into the other one. Gabe and William went first, curling up into the end. Ryan and Brendon went next, Ryan draping some sort of cloth they had found over the entrance. Inside it was pretty warm and dry, thankfully.
"So. . ." Gabe started, "would it be inappropriate to play 'Stranded On An Island'?"
"Gabe!" everyone groaned in unison.
"Guess so," Gabe snickered.
Ryan sighed, turning to Brendon who was watching him with big eyes.
"Shit, you're bleeding, Bren."
Brendon's doe-like eyes got wider. He clawed at himself, until Ryan gently took his hands in his.
"Hey, calm down. It just looks like a scratch."
He softly pressed his fingers to the cut on Brendon's head and sighed in relief when he saw it was only a graze.
"I'll clean it for you when we get out of here."
Brendon's smile was blinding.
***
Ryan must have dozed off, because he woke with a start. He wasn't sure what had woken him at first. Then he heard Brendon (and William too) whimpering softly.
"Wusgoingon?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Thunder," explained Gabe, and Ryan twisted uncomfortably to see him.
He had William tucked into him, and was stroking his hair, a solemn expression on his face. Ryan sighed and stretched as much as he could. Brendon was lucky; he wasn't tall and lanky like the rest of them. Especially Gabe.
"Brendon?" Ryan whispered, barely making out Brendon's shape in the dark.
Suddenly, a warm body was latched onto him. Ryan was shocked and a little awkward but didn't push Brendon away, just rubbed his shoulders.
"Is William okay?" Brendon whispered a little while later.
"Yeah, he fell asleep." Gabe chuckled.
"Lucky," grumbled Brendon.
Ryan pressed closer to him, letting his walls down in the dark.
***
It was morning when they woke again. Brendon was awake first, accidentally waking up Ryan by burrowing himself into the small space between Ryan and the sandy walls.
"Morning?" Ryan asked, voice rough from sleep.
Brendon decided he looked really, really beautiful when he woke up.
"Yeah," he mumbled, licking his lips as they were suddenly dry. "Storms over I think."
Ryan reached over, and shook awake the other two, telling them it was morning. He yanked back the cloth, squinting in the sudden presence of light. They all crawled out, taking in their surroundings. The beach looked a mess; branches scattered everywhere. It could have been worse. Jon came out of the other dugout then, towing Spencer in his wake and Brendon giggled at the sight.
"Hey! You're alive!" Pete screamed across at them.
"Pete, shut up!" growled William, who was leaning on Gabe and peering around with narrowed eyes.
Brendon hurried to stand next to Ryan.
"He's right though. Thank god we're alive."
Ryan smiled down at him, ruffling his hair in an odd display of touchiness.
"Damn straight."
Brendon didn't let himself think before pushing his lips against Ryan's.
Author: godlessrain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer, William/Gabe, Pete Patrick
POV: 3rd
Summary: Eight random people, with only one thing in common; the flight they're on.
Disclaimer: I don't own nuttin.
Beta: Lisa
One Two Three Four Five Six
The dark storm clouds, made Brendon's heart sink. Not good. He sidled over to Ryan.
"Looks like it's going to storm," he commented, nodding at the sky.
Ryan glanced up sharply and groaned.
"Yes, indeed it does. That's not good, better tell the others."
He allowed Brendon a small smile, before leading him towards the others who were trying to crack open a coconut.
"Hey guys, Brendon pointed out something. . .have you noticed the sky?"
Everyone looked up, their expressions turning to worry.
"We should try and find shelter. Lightening proof, just in case. These tropical storms can be brutal," Gabe said, his endless humor stilled.
Everyone murmured their agreement and set of to roam around the island. Ryan took off towards the trees but stopped when he realized Brendon wasn't with him. He looked back, confused. Brendon was hesitating, biting his lip.
"You coming?"
Brendon nodded, beaming, and ran to catch up with Ryan. Ryan rolled his eyes affectionately and maybe let Brendon lace their fingers together.
Two hours later, they hadn't found anything promising, just lots and lots of trees. They trudged back to the beach dejectedly. There, they found everyone working except Spencer of course.
"Whats going on?" asked Ryan, shocked.
"Whats going on, is that Patrick is a fucking genius!" shouted Jon, over the roar of the wind, which had picked up quite a bit.
"See, what we're doing, is digging two big trenches, large enough for four people to lay inside side by side, running north to south so we don't get as much sunlight. Then, we're mounding up wet sand and soil, the higher the more space inside, laying wood across the top, packing sand and stuff over there, and getting in there until the storm blows over."
Ryan and Brendon looked at each other before setting off to help. An hour later, they had two, crude dugouts. And just in time. The rain began to fall in cold sheets.
"Hurry, hurry!" shouted Pete, ushering Patrick, Spencer, and Jon inside the shelter he was standing next to.
Ryan, Brendon, Gabe, and William, hurried into the other one. Gabe and William went first, curling up into the end. Ryan and Brendon went next, Ryan draping some sort of cloth they had found over the entrance. Inside it was pretty warm and dry, thankfully.
"So. . ." Gabe started, "would it be inappropriate to play 'Stranded On An Island'?"
"Gabe!" everyone groaned in unison.
"Guess so," Gabe snickered.
Ryan sighed, turning to Brendon who was watching him with big eyes.
"Shit, you're bleeding, Bren."
Brendon's doe-like eyes got wider. He clawed at himself, until Ryan gently took his hands in his.
"Hey, calm down. It just looks like a scratch."
He softly pressed his fingers to the cut on Brendon's head and sighed in relief when he saw it was only a graze.
"I'll clean it for you when we get out of here."
Brendon's smile was blinding.
***
Ryan must have dozed off, because he woke with a start. He wasn't sure what had woken him at first. Then he heard Brendon (and William too) whimpering softly.
"Wusgoingon?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Thunder," explained Gabe, and Ryan twisted uncomfortably to see him.
He had William tucked into him, and was stroking his hair, a solemn expression on his face. Ryan sighed and stretched as much as he could. Brendon was lucky; he wasn't tall and lanky like the rest of them. Especially Gabe.
"Brendon?" Ryan whispered, barely making out Brendon's shape in the dark.
Suddenly, a warm body was latched onto him. Ryan was shocked and a little awkward but didn't push Brendon away, just rubbed his shoulders.
"Is William okay?" Brendon whispered a little while later.
"Yeah, he fell asleep." Gabe chuckled.
"Lucky," grumbled Brendon.
Ryan pressed closer to him, letting his walls down in the dark.
***
It was morning when they woke again. Brendon was awake first, accidentally waking up Ryan by burrowing himself into the small space between Ryan and the sandy walls.
"Morning?" Ryan asked, voice rough from sleep.
Brendon decided he looked really, really beautiful when he woke up.
"Yeah," he mumbled, licking his lips as they were suddenly dry. "Storms over I think."
Ryan reached over, and shook awake the other two, telling them it was morning. He yanked back the cloth, squinting in the sudden presence of light. They all crawled out, taking in their surroundings. The beach looked a mess; branches scattered everywhere. It could have been worse. Jon came out of the other dugout then, towing Spencer in his wake and Brendon giggled at the sight.
"Hey! You're alive!" Pete screamed across at them.
"Pete, shut up!" growled William, who was leaning on Gabe and peering around with narrowed eyes.
Brendon hurried to stand next to Ryan.
"He's right though. Thank god we're alive."
Ryan smiled down at him, ruffling his hair in an odd display of touchiness.
"Damn straight."
Brendon didn't let himself think before pushing his lips against Ryan's.