Owned Part Six
The next few days were a blissful blur. Every morning Brendon would wake up in Ryan’s arms and just lay there, paralysed with fear that Ryan would wake up and ask him to leave. And every morning Ryan would eventually awake, catch sight of Brendon staring at him, roll his eyes and pull the smaller boy closer to him, nuzzling his neck and falling back to sleep. Beyond the kissing and the holding and the meaningful glances when others were present, the power games had stopped. Ryan still made the decisions and Brendon was happy to follow them. Brendon was not great with decisions; he preferred to bring the fun and let other people worry about the details.
The collar had remained firmly in the drawer beside Brendon’s bunk since that fateful night, but he found himself taking it out more and more often and toying with the silver tag between his fingers, reading it over and over again, wondering whether it would forever remain just a souvenir.
It was on one such occasion that Brendon suddenly realised someone was standing behind him. He froze, trying to cup the collar in his hands and hide it from view. Shit, I should have got rid of it.
“You’ve still got it then?” Ryan. Thank fuck.
Brendon turned around, still crouching, and smiled sheepishly up at Ryan.
“Errr…yeah.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“I dunno. Wanted to remember I guess.”
Ryan gave him the sweetest smile and knelt down next to him, gently taking the collar from Brendon’s hands and running his eyes over it.
“You know I got this done three months ago.”
“What?”
“Yeah…there was a machine in this pet place and…I don’t know…I guess I thought it would be funny or something, at least that’s what I told myself at the time. But then I had it in my drawer and I kept looking at it and thinking about you wearing it and…well you know what happened next.” Ryan didn’t look at Brendon throughout this little confession. His eyes remained locked on the collar in his hands and he caressed it with his fingers. Brendon just sat quietly beside him on the floor, hoping that the thoughts that were starting to fill his head wouldn’t accidentally leak out of his mouth.
Ryan turned to face Brendon, the collar held in his two hands out in front of him, his steady eyes gazing intently at his friend. Brendon knew precisely what he had to do, and angled himself towards Ryan, bowing his head slightly and closing his eyes.
As soon as the cold leather met his throat Brendon felt something stirring in his pants and when he heard the quiet sound of the buckle being threaded and locked in place, and felt the tightness restricting his breath, a deep sigh escaped from between his lips. Ryan smiled and used his fingers to carefully lift Brendon’s chin until their eyes met. They looked into one another for a long time and Brendon was determined not to break the gaze, not to lower his eyes and show fear or uncertainty. More than anything he wanted Ryan to take him back to that place where he did not belong to himself.
“Are you still mine?”
“Yes Ryan.”
“Good.”
Ryan reached down and took Brendon’s hand in his, then stood and tugged lightly, so that Brendon rose and stood beside him. Brendon allowed Ryan to lead him out of the sleeping quarters towards the back of the bus; towards that cosy bolt-hole where Ryan’s books lived.
Once there Brendon stood and waited submissively while Ryan cleared a space on the couch, carefully marking pages in at least four different books before placing them in a pile on the shelf. He smiled without agenda when Ryan’s hand moved to his face and stroked his cheek, one finger tracing a line along his lower lip that caused him to shiver.
“Day off tomorrow.” Said Ryan.
“Yes.”
“Been a tough week.”
“Yes.”
“I’d ask you to roll a joint but we both know what a disaster that would be. Why don’t you go fetch my stuff and bring it here to me.” It wasn’t a question.
Brendon left the room immediately, not even thinking that someone might see the collar and ask his about it. He returned soon after clutching the skins and Ryan’s bag of weed, which he handed over obediently. Ryan had found a comfortable position on the couch and took the offering gently, patting the couch beside him to suggest Brendon sit down. He grabbed a copy of Life of Pi and placed it on his lap to provide a flat surface. Brendon waited patiently while Ryan’s nimble fingers made easy work of rolling the joint and waited longer still while Ryan took the first few lazy pulls. He wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when Ryan held the joint out in front of him, forcing Brendon to crane his neck forward slightly to take a pull, his lips momentarily touching the fingers that clutched the roll up. Mmm. Head clouds.
They continued that gentle back and forth until the joint was spent and both sat for a while, eyes closed, enjoying the way the muscles in their bodies were slowly unravelling.
“Put some music on.” Said Ryan, not opening his eyes.
Brendon stood up slowly and moved in a trance towards the music station on the bookshelf, clicking it on and browsing through the mass of MP3s looking for that elusive perfect song. He browsed the Playlists and found one titled Ryan. He clicked ‘play’ and the most beautiful, soothing guitar music in the world filled the room. Brendon closed his eyes and soaked up the music which reverberated through his whole being. Ryan’s voice brought him back down to earth.
“Come here and kneel.”
Brendon tamely returned to the couch and knelt in front of his friend, risking a small smile up at Ryan, a playful glint creeping into his eye.
“You look happy.” Ryan observed.
“That’s cos I am.”
Ryan reached down and ruffled Brendon’s hair, then moved his hand down and caressed his face, getting close enough to Brendon’s lips so that his willing slave could plant a few tender kisses on his fingertips. The hands moved further now, down the tight fabric of Brendon’s T-shirt to the place where his hip bones jutted out before his jeans began. Ryan gripped the material and pulled upwards and Brendon willingly raised his arms to allow his naked torso to be exposed and the T-shirt to be discarded. The hands then began trailing their way back upwards, stopping for a moment to caress the tender nipples, causing Brendon to shiver and roll his head backwards to expose his throat.
Ryan pressed his elegant palm flat against Brendon’s chest, applying the slightest bit of pressure to indicate to the boy that he should lean back further. Brendon adjusted his weight, moving his arms behind him for support and leant back, legs still kneeling under him, trembling chest now fully exposed to Ryan like an offering.
Ryan moved forwards off the couch, his knees falling each side of Brendon’s so that he straddled him, his crotch hovering a few inches from contact. He ran a long finger once again around the circumference of Brendon’s collar and felt the sudden movement as Brendon forced another swallow past the leather. Ryan leant forward and began to lay gentle kisses along Brendon’s throat, following the line of the collar, moving up to briefly suck the right earlobe into his mouth before proceeding down to the chest. It took every bit of will-power that Brendon possessed to simply remain in that position, offering himself up to be devoured, soft moans escaping from his lips more and more frequently. His head began to spin and Brendon thought for a second that he might faint, the tight collar still restricting his breathing and the weed causing his thoughts to ebb and flow in and out of reality.
“Fuck…Ryan…fuck…”
“Shhh,” Ryan soothed, moving his lips back upwards to find Brendon’s face. He deposited two soft kisses on Brendon’s eyelids.
“Open your mouth.”
Brendon obeyed.
“Wider.”
Ryan’s tongue snaked its way into Brendon’s helpless opening and licked gentle lines across the roof of his mouth, causing his pet to omit pleading whines as the sensations became too much to bear. When Brendon’s tongue tried to meet with Ryan’s the older boy would retreat and wait for his friend to re-compose himself before continuing his sensory assault on his mouth. Soon even Ryan succumbed to the utter intimacy of the situation and moved in for a deep, hungry kiss, moving his hand to support the back of Brendon’s neck and lowering his crotch for just a second to grind into Brendon’s lap.
Brendon pushed himself upright with his hands and wrapped his arms around Ryan, holding on to him as if his life depended on it. The two of them remained locked in an embrace, the kiss that they shared becoming greedier and more impassioned until Ryan reached behind him and grabbed at Brendon’s wrists, moving all his weight forwards so that Brendon fell back, untangling his legs from beneath him so that he lay flat on his back, Ryan still straddling him, pinning his arms to the floor above his head. Brendon bucked and squirmed and tried to maintain the contact between their lips but Ryan slowly began to pull away, gripping Brendon’s ample bottom lip between his teeth and pulling at it until a tiny spot of blood appeared there.
The sudden sharp pain brought Brendon back under control and he let the back of his head fall to the floor, looking up at Ryan above him, breathing in and out heavily.
“Tell me you want me.” Demanded Ryan.
“I want you. Fuck…shit…I want you so bad.”
“Are you going to keep your hands there if I let you go?”
“I’ll try.”
“You want to please me don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes Ryan, more than anything.”
Ryan released Brendon’s wrists and was pleased that his arms stayed put. He toyed a finger along the waistband of Brendon’s jeans, lightly tickling his stomach. Brendon arched his back but his hands remained firmly glued in place above his head.
Ryan edged backwards so that he was straddling Brendon’s knees and he could see the erection that strained urgently from his friend’s pants. He waited patiently and watched Brendon wriggle beneath him.
“I’m not gonna touch you until you lie still, you know.”
Brendon whined again and tried to make his body rigid, but his hips still writhed involuntarily against the floor.
“Still, Brendon.” Ryan commanded and Brendon held his breath, stretching his arms up higher above his head and forcing his body motionless.
“Now you promise to keep still and let me touch you?”
“Yes Ryan, I promise.”
“If you start to wriggle I’m going to stop, do you understand?”
“Yes Ryan.”
“Good boy.”
Ryan waited another minute, loving the way that Brendon was so entirely under his control. Then he very carefully reached forward and pressed his fingers along the outline of Brendon’s shaft through his pants.
Apart from a loud intake of breath Ryan was impressed that Brendon remained still and submissive, just a slight tensing in his legs eluding to the insane level of arousal that Brendon was feeling.
Ryan’s hand came down again and pressed harder on the solid member that strained up to meet it through the denim, then rubbed gently, fingernails grazing along the shaft. Despite all his best efforts, Brendon was totally incapable of remaining in his prone position and he suddenly thrust upwards with his hips, desperate to feel any part of Ryan Ross against his throbbing hard-on. Ryan’s hand withdrew immediately and Brendon bucked wildly beneath him, moaning like a whore.
“Awww, baby! And you were doing so well!”
“Ryan fuck, pleeeease…I can’t…I tried…I need you…” Brendon sat up and fell into Ryan’s arms shaking all over and pressing every inch of himself against the taller boy. He kissed and kissed at Ryan’s face until Ryan laughed tenderly and met his kisses, allowing Brendon to curl into his lap like a child, the urgent sexual need gradually deserting the situation, to be replaced by sweet, tender love.
When Jon and Spencer returned to the bus a half hour later it was to find their two band mates curled up on the couch at the back of the bus, Ryan holding a book in one hand and cradling Brendon’s head in the other.