I started something I couldn’t finish
Writing 3rd person perspective involving the running commentary of a talented lyricist and pretentious princess? Not so much my usual pace, guys. I missed my Spencer. Still, it resulted in fic. Also, Smith verse appropriate titles included such offerings as “I won’t share you” (which is definitely a whole other story right there) and “Stretch out and wait” (which somehow screams butt plugs and bondage to me) and “Rubber ring” (I won’t even). I KNEW the Smiths are genius, but they’ve just reached a whole new level of awesome in my book. The winner: “I started something I couldn’t finish”.
Also, writing this is killing me. I keep coming back up here to ramble cause IT’S FUCKING KILLING ME, okay?
Title: I started something I couldn’t finish
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shane/Brendon/Ryan
Warnings: D/s, human furniture, humiliation, spanking, orgasm denial, age-play (in a very non-dramatic way), hurt/comfort, um… love?
Disclaimer: it’s all in my head, title by the Smiths
A/N: the latest instalment of the Smith Chronicles
It was one of those days when Vegas felt like the reception area of Hell Hotel, when you could turn up the air-conditioning as high as it would go and the heat would somehow still seep through the walls of every building.
He barely noticed the way his plain white shirt clung to the small of his back, soaked with sweat after just a few minutes outside. It would have been an understatement to say he was otherwise preoccupied. The short distance from the car to the patio of the Shadon residence felt like it was stretching under the soles of his feet, the melting asphalt messing with the time-space continuum.
He couldn’t believe he had actually, seriously, come to think of it as the Shadon residence. Not only was the name pretentious, it also seemed a fraction too close to the known Rydens (though people obviously had fucked that one up) and Petericks (which. He wouldn’t even.). Besides, he thought Urez really had a ring to it, not to mention all sorts of very fitting implications.
Brendon had obviously vetoed that and insisted on Shadon and the sad truth of the matter was that there was very little Brendon Urie couldn’t turn into a sale.
Shane opened the door just as Ryan contemplated turning back.
“About time, Ry.” Shane had a vast repertoire of smiles and the one he greeted Ryan with settled somewhere between pleased and challenging, sending shivers down Ryan’s spine despite the heat. Shane stepped aside to let him in, but stopped him in the hallway, hand on his shoulder.
“You are sure about this?” Ryan wasn’t, but he’d given Spencer three fucking blowjobs to convince him he was ready to watch Shane and Brendon play, so he nodded curtly. “I am.”
Besides, he wanted to see. There was so much Spencer and he weren’t doing (yet), mostly because Spencer still had to get over the whole hurting poor defenceless victim Ryan thing. It wasn’t that Ryan didn’t know that, God. But he also knew Spencer would come round, and damn, he’d be ready when it happened.
“Get your clothes off right here, then. Once we’re in the living-room, you won’t be allowed to speak, except to answer my questions or safe-word if anything gets too much.”
Ryan complied, willing his hands not to tremble as he struggled out of his jeans and pulled his T-Shirt off. He felt Shane’s eyes on him and realized somewhere down the line, he’d become comfortable with Shane looking. He wouldn’t have minded touching either, but Spencer hadn’t quite let anyone go there.
The fragile victim thing ran deep with Spence, but it was more then that. The guy was fiercely protective of the people he loved and the things he owned and seeing that Ryan was a bit of both, he would take all the time he needed to consider all the players involved and the possible implications of something working out versus something going wrong. Spence was a tiny bit of a control freak. Besides, there was always an unspoken agreement between all of them that none of this could in any way fuck up the band, ever. Spencer was the one making sure that wouldn’t happen.
When Ryan had removed all his clothes and folded them on a chair in the hallway, Shane stepped close to him. “Now, I’ve talked this over with Spencer. You get to watch and for now, that’s all. If anything freaks you out, you safe-word and that’s it. No problem. Just don’t talk and don’t interfere in any other way.”
Ryan nodded, his throat dry. He suddenly wasn’t sure how good an idea this had been. He still wanted to see, but he also wanted Spencer to be here now. Spencer would know if he freaked out.
Shane rested his hand on Ryan’s jaw and forced his head up until their eyes met, which was weird, cause Ryan was actually a lot taller then Shane. In situations like this, it never felt that way. “Hey. It’s us, remember?” He breathed a kiss on Ryan’s forehead and smiled reassuringly.
“Oh, by the way,” Shane threw back over his shoulder as he opened the door to the living room. “Spencer sends his love and wants me to tell you you’re not supposed to get off without him.”
Ryan had been working on a groan, but his gaze fell on Brendon, on all fours in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed at the floor, his spine rigid and straight and his voice deserted him for a moment. It wasn’t so much that Brendon was on the floor or that he was naked, it was that someone had arranged all sorts of random items on his broad, toned back, things like an ashtray and a coffee mug and two candlesticks, the flames shuddering ominously every time Brendon took a careful, measured breath.
Shane turned round to him, beaming. “What do you think, Ry?” Ryan didn’t reply and Shane furrowed his brow. “You don’t like it? I think he looks perfect. Also, not answering is pretty fucking rude, Ry.”
“I… I’m sorry,” he blurted out, blushing. “It’s… he… he’s beautiful.”
Shane lit his cigarette by bringing one of the candles up to his face, smiling at Ryan and not letting go of his gaze as he tilted his wrist slightly, causing a little wax to trickle down onto Brendon’s skin.
He didn’t move or make a sound and Shane ran a hand over his ass gently, putting the candle back in its place just below Brendon’s shoulder blade.
“So good”, he mumbled, but Brendon still remained absolutely motionless, even as Shane started to gently work a finger into his hole. Ryan just stared, positive that at some point, Brendon would have to do something, to show some kind of reaction, however miniscule.
Only it wasn’t minuscule, quite the contrary. Shane scraped against Brendon’s prostate with the nail of his index finger and Brendon jerked so violently that everything fell off him, the cup shattering on the floor, the candles dripping wax all over his back and the carpet, ashes scattering all over the place.
“Brendon”, Shane mumbled softly and Ryan froze at the tone of voice, so soft, so disappointed. So menacing. Brendon was staring up at him, his expression utterly lost. He didn’t speak, probably wasn’t allowed to, but his eyes were huge and his lower lip was trembling.
“Brendon”, Shane sighed again and Brendon hung his head.
“Ry, I’d like you to get down on your knees in the corner over there, please.”
Ryan moved quickly, grateful for an opportunity to make himself smaller and less conspicuous.
“Bren, I thought we were gonna show Ryan how much of a good boy you are to me. We talked about that.” Brendon looked utterly miserable, but he didn’t reply, tongue firmly caught between his teeth.
“So now you’ve ruined that for both of you, we’ll need a new plan. How about we show Ryan what happens if you let me down, instead?”
Ryan hated that tone of voice, hated it on Shane as much as he hated it on Spencer. It wasn’t so much that it scared him (though it did), it was just that it sounded genuinely sad and bewildered, like they couldn’t believe Ryan and Brendon could fuck up. Like it was a perfectly reasonable demand to never fuck up.
Maybe it was a good thing that Spencer wasn’t here right now, cause Spencer knew when Ryan’s brain was going off on a tangent like this, knew every single one of Ryan’s defences. Shane didn’t seem to pay any attention whatsoever to Ryan’s presence in the room.
“How about you explain the rules to our guest, Brendon?”
Shane had pushed Brendon into a kneeling position, ass resting on his heels, broken porcelain and coffee stains surrounding him on the carpet, hands clasped behind his back. Brendon didn’t say a word, just looked up at Shane with wide eyes.
“Don’t.” Shane didn’t say anything beyond that, but the way he had sounded had made it seem less of a warning and more of a threat, so Ryan wasn’t surprised when Brendon dropped his gaze and spoke up suddenly, words chasing each other out of his mouth with the sheer urgency to comply with Shane’s demand.
“I get what I deserve. If…if I behave like a kid, he spanks me.”
Brendon blushed furiously, but he kept talking.
“If I fidget, he ties me up. If. If I behave like a slut, he treats me like one.”
Shane was grinning down at him.
“Look at Ryan, Bren,” he instructed and ever so slowly, Brendon’s eyes found Ryan’s, embarrassed and humiliated, but not daring to defy Shane.
“Now say it again.”
Brendon repeated the words, more slowly this time. Ryan felt every single one of them trickling through his body, hitting on emotions he had buried so deep inside he hadn’t even remembered having them. He stared back at Brendon, caught between horror and excitement at just how scared of him Brendon looked suddenly.
“Thing is, Bren, I’m not actually sure what we’re dealing with here,” Shane mused, fisting one of his hands into Brendon’s hair loosely. “Cause the way I remember the situation, there’s a little bit of everything involved. If you didn’t have the attention span and self-control of a toddler, you would have been okay holding your position. As for fidgeting, well, the results kinda speak for themselves.” Shane gestured at the mess on the floor to prove the point. “But besides that, getting off that hard on someone fingering your ass kinda screams slutty to me.”
Ryan wasn’t sure if he wanted to get up and flee the premises with some snide, thoughtful remark about how Shane was the fuck out of his mind, but since he couldn’t have moved to save his life right then, it didn’t much matter.
In addition to being completely paralyzed, he was also intrigued, by the way Brendon nodded slowly, still not breaking eye-contact with him, by the way Shane’s fingers were running through Brendon’s hair, by all the million ways both of them demonstrated how utterly they belonged to each other.
“How about we tie you up first, then? Actually, no. Let’s see if you’ve got a little bit of self-control after all.”
Brendon was still staring straight into Ryan and as much as Ryan wanted to look away, he kept glancing back up at Brendon’s eyes, loosing himself in the blazing intensity of some unknown and yet incredibly familiar emotion. Shane broke the contact by pushing down on Brendon’s neck, forcing his head down to the floor, making sure to kick the shards of the broken mug well out of the way.
“Get your ass up and spread your legs.” Ryan couldn’t not look. Nobody could have not looked. Brendon had braced himself on his forearms and titled his head back slightly so he could still hold Ryan’s gaze, his spine was curved, his ass lifted up, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration as he forced himself to go completely still.
“See, it’s not so difficult, is it?” Shane turned round to rummage through a sports bag that had sat on the couch unnoticed, stepping behind Brendon holding a small vibrator.
“Remember you can’t move, Bren,” he mumbled softly before he turned it up to the highest setting and shoved it up Brendon’s ass.
How Brendon didn’t move was a complete mystery to Ryan, his facial expression melted for a split second, utterly blissed-out, but he managed to pull himself back, biting down on his lip fiercely and then freezing in place like a statue.
Shane just left him there for a few minutes, a smirk playing on his face as he watched Brendon struggle to keep his composure. He knelt down next to Brendon and slowly worked the vibrator in and out a couple of times. Brendon’s breathing was getting heavier, but except for a tiny whimper, he didn’t show any reaction.
“I could watch you like this all night. So fucking gorgeous,” Shane whispered as he switched the toy off and threw it on the couch carelessly.
“But we’re not there yet, Bren. This isn’t about fun. So for now, how about we focus on the bit where you behaved like a very clumsy little boy earlier on?”
Ryan would have given a lot to have Brendon finally look away by this point, but he still never once had broken eye-contact and somehow, he really did look like a child, contrite and terrified and desperate for approval.
“Get in the corner and tell me when you’re ready.”
Brendon scrambled up and Ryan took a deep breath as he turned round to face the wall. Shane smiled at Ryan softly, walking over to him and stroking his hair. “How’re you holding up, Ry?” “I… okay.” “I knew you would.”
Ryan felt a sudden surge of pride at Shane’s words, an emotion he usually only ever allowed himself with Spencer.
“This could take a while,” Shane mumbled and started picking up the remains of his earlier attempts at incorporating Brendon in the interior design plan without making any further comments until endless minutes had gone by.
“Brendon, while we’re waiting you could maybe explain to Ryan what all this eager anticipation is about.”
Brendon’s voice, a voice Ryan knew more intimately then anyone else’s in the world, sounded foreign, small and nervous.
“We’re. We’re waiting cause when it’s punishment I can’t be hard. I’m. Not allowed.”
In other circumstances, if maybe he hadn’t been naked and kneeling on the floor, he might have been sarcastic enough to point out that in that case, he was dialling a pizza, but as it was, he just gulped and felt genuinely fucking sorry for Brendon.
He also couldn’t deny he seriously admired the guy when about five minutes later, Brendon cleared his throat and announced “Okay. I’m ready.”
Shane had settled down on the couch. “Come over here if you’re sure.” Brendon draped himself over Shane’s lap, but Shane still had his eyes on Ryan.
“So, the deal is, if he gets hard again, we’ll start over. I hope you didn’t make any other plans for tonight.”
Ryan shook his head, conveying that no, he didn’t have plans and that if he had, he would have happily cancelled the Queen’s birthday dinner and that he thought Shane was so much more of a devious, cruel bastard then he had ever given him credit for.
Once again he counted his blessings that Spencer wasn’t here cause Spencer would have picked up on all three whereas Shane just took it as a simple answer to something that hadn’t even really been a question.
Ryan didn’t actually want to look at the clock on the living-room wall, cause it was plain cruel to archive information like that knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from throwing it in Brendon’s face in some fight or other later on.
It took almost two hours though and by the time it was over, Ryan wasn’t sure he actually wanted to fight with Brendon ever again. Brendon was crying, not so much because of the pain, which, by the end of it, was probably pretty bad, but out of sheer frustration with himself.
Shane had sent him back to stand in the corner and “calm down” six times, his ass gradually changing colour from a pale pink hue to fiery red to dark crimson, his movements less and less graceful and deliberate with each round.
When it was over, Shane just held him for a few minutes, completely oblivious to Ryan’s presence, not caring about anything that wasn’t Brendon. It made Ryan’s stomach clench with an all-consuming longing for Spencer.
Shane glanced over at him apologetically just at that moment. Ryan was pretty sure his voice sounded more then a little choked when he finally managed to speak.
“I’d like you to get dressed Ry. It’s enough for now. Brendon needs a break. We’ll finish this in private.” Ryan had never, ever put his clothes back on this gladly. When he got back to the living room, Brendon was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and trying his best to smile at Ryan, but it came out watery and vague.
Ryan glanced at Shane, not sure if it was okay to speak and somehow managing to convey that, even if he had no idea how he did.
“It’s okay, Ry. It’s over.”
Ryan sighed. “I…fuck. Can I…?” He gestured at Brendon pointlessly, all ability to express himself wiped from his brain.
“Of course you can, Ry,” Shane smiled and Ryan threw his arms around Brendon and buried his face in Brendon’s shoulder, just holding onto him quietly until the temporary speech impediment had passed.
Even after that, he didn’t manage more then some mumble containing a mixture of expletives and admiration, but Brendon seemed to get it.
When he pulled away, he was smiling at Ryan, a sincere expression of understanding on his face, a promise to keep every single one of Ryan’s secrets he had read in his eyes earlier safe. They rested their foreheads together just as they heard the shutter of Shane’s camera click.
“The fuck?” Brendon blurted out, demonstrating an uncanny ability to come out of the sub thing after a scene was over.
Shane just grinned.
Jon and Spencer got a copy each of the picture for Christmas.
Also, writing this is killing me. I keep coming back up here to ramble cause IT’S FUCKING KILLING ME, okay?
Title: I started something I couldn’t finish
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shane/Brendon/Ryan
Warnings: D/s, human furniture, humiliation, spanking, orgasm denial, age-play (in a very non-dramatic way), hurt/comfort, um… love?
Disclaimer: it’s all in my head, title by the Smiths
A/N: the latest instalment of the Smith Chronicles
It was one of those days when Vegas felt like the reception area of Hell Hotel, when you could turn up the air-conditioning as high as it would go and the heat would somehow still seep through the walls of every building.
He barely noticed the way his plain white shirt clung to the small of his back, soaked with sweat after just a few minutes outside. It would have been an understatement to say he was otherwise preoccupied. The short distance from the car to the patio of the Shadon residence felt like it was stretching under the soles of his feet, the melting asphalt messing with the time-space continuum.
He couldn’t believe he had actually, seriously, come to think of it as the Shadon residence. Not only was the name pretentious, it also seemed a fraction too close to the known Rydens (though people obviously had fucked that one up) and Petericks (which. He wouldn’t even.). Besides, he thought Urez really had a ring to it, not to mention all sorts of very fitting implications.
Brendon had obviously vetoed that and insisted on Shadon and the sad truth of the matter was that there was very little Brendon Urie couldn’t turn into a sale.
Shane opened the door just as Ryan contemplated turning back.
“About time, Ry.” Shane had a vast repertoire of smiles and the one he greeted Ryan with settled somewhere between pleased and challenging, sending shivers down Ryan’s spine despite the heat. Shane stepped aside to let him in, but stopped him in the hallway, hand on his shoulder.
“You are sure about this?” Ryan wasn’t, but he’d given Spencer three fucking blowjobs to convince him he was ready to watch Shane and Brendon play, so he nodded curtly. “I am.”
Besides, he wanted to see. There was so much Spencer and he weren’t doing (yet), mostly because Spencer still had to get over the whole hurting poor defenceless victim Ryan thing. It wasn’t that Ryan didn’t know that, God. But he also knew Spencer would come round, and damn, he’d be ready when it happened.
“Get your clothes off right here, then. Once we’re in the living-room, you won’t be allowed to speak, except to answer my questions or safe-word if anything gets too much.”
Ryan complied, willing his hands not to tremble as he struggled out of his jeans and pulled his T-Shirt off. He felt Shane’s eyes on him and realized somewhere down the line, he’d become comfortable with Shane looking. He wouldn’t have minded touching either, but Spencer hadn’t quite let anyone go there.
The fragile victim thing ran deep with Spence, but it was more then that. The guy was fiercely protective of the people he loved and the things he owned and seeing that Ryan was a bit of both, he would take all the time he needed to consider all the players involved and the possible implications of something working out versus something going wrong. Spence was a tiny bit of a control freak. Besides, there was always an unspoken agreement between all of them that none of this could in any way fuck up the band, ever. Spencer was the one making sure that wouldn’t happen.
When Ryan had removed all his clothes and folded them on a chair in the hallway, Shane stepped close to him. “Now, I’ve talked this over with Spencer. You get to watch and for now, that’s all. If anything freaks you out, you safe-word and that’s it. No problem. Just don’t talk and don’t interfere in any other way.”
Ryan nodded, his throat dry. He suddenly wasn’t sure how good an idea this had been. He still wanted to see, but he also wanted Spencer to be here now. Spencer would know if he freaked out.
Shane rested his hand on Ryan’s jaw and forced his head up until their eyes met, which was weird, cause Ryan was actually a lot taller then Shane. In situations like this, it never felt that way. “Hey. It’s us, remember?” He breathed a kiss on Ryan’s forehead and smiled reassuringly.
“Oh, by the way,” Shane threw back over his shoulder as he opened the door to the living room. “Spencer sends his love and wants me to tell you you’re not supposed to get off without him.”
Ryan had been working on a groan, but his gaze fell on Brendon, on all fours in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed at the floor, his spine rigid and straight and his voice deserted him for a moment. It wasn’t so much that Brendon was on the floor or that he was naked, it was that someone had arranged all sorts of random items on his broad, toned back, things like an ashtray and a coffee mug and two candlesticks, the flames shuddering ominously every time Brendon took a careful, measured breath.
Shane turned round to him, beaming. “What do you think, Ry?” Ryan didn’t reply and Shane furrowed his brow. “You don’t like it? I think he looks perfect. Also, not answering is pretty fucking rude, Ry.”
“I… I’m sorry,” he blurted out, blushing. “It’s… he… he’s beautiful.”
Shane lit his cigarette by bringing one of the candles up to his face, smiling at Ryan and not letting go of his gaze as he tilted his wrist slightly, causing a little wax to trickle down onto Brendon’s skin.
He didn’t move or make a sound and Shane ran a hand over his ass gently, putting the candle back in its place just below Brendon’s shoulder blade.
“So good”, he mumbled, but Brendon still remained absolutely motionless, even as Shane started to gently work a finger into his hole. Ryan just stared, positive that at some point, Brendon would have to do something, to show some kind of reaction, however miniscule.
Only it wasn’t minuscule, quite the contrary. Shane scraped against Brendon’s prostate with the nail of his index finger and Brendon jerked so violently that everything fell off him, the cup shattering on the floor, the candles dripping wax all over his back and the carpet, ashes scattering all over the place.
“Brendon”, Shane mumbled softly and Ryan froze at the tone of voice, so soft, so disappointed. So menacing. Brendon was staring up at him, his expression utterly lost. He didn’t speak, probably wasn’t allowed to, but his eyes were huge and his lower lip was trembling.
“Brendon”, Shane sighed again and Brendon hung his head.
“Ry, I’d like you to get down on your knees in the corner over there, please.”
Ryan moved quickly, grateful for an opportunity to make himself smaller and less conspicuous.
“Bren, I thought we were gonna show Ryan how much of a good boy you are to me. We talked about that.” Brendon looked utterly miserable, but he didn’t reply, tongue firmly caught between his teeth.
“So now you’ve ruined that for both of you, we’ll need a new plan. How about we show Ryan what happens if you let me down, instead?”
Ryan hated that tone of voice, hated it on Shane as much as he hated it on Spencer. It wasn’t so much that it scared him (though it did), it was just that it sounded genuinely sad and bewildered, like they couldn’t believe Ryan and Brendon could fuck up. Like it was a perfectly reasonable demand to never fuck up.
Maybe it was a good thing that Spencer wasn’t here right now, cause Spencer knew when Ryan’s brain was going off on a tangent like this, knew every single one of Ryan’s defences. Shane didn’t seem to pay any attention whatsoever to Ryan’s presence in the room.
“How about you explain the rules to our guest, Brendon?”
Shane had pushed Brendon into a kneeling position, ass resting on his heels, broken porcelain and coffee stains surrounding him on the carpet, hands clasped behind his back. Brendon didn’t say a word, just looked up at Shane with wide eyes.
“Don’t.” Shane didn’t say anything beyond that, but the way he had sounded had made it seem less of a warning and more of a threat, so Ryan wasn’t surprised when Brendon dropped his gaze and spoke up suddenly, words chasing each other out of his mouth with the sheer urgency to comply with Shane’s demand.
“I get what I deserve. If…if I behave like a kid, he spanks me.”
Brendon blushed furiously, but he kept talking.
“If I fidget, he ties me up. If. If I behave like a slut, he treats me like one.”
Shane was grinning down at him.
“Look at Ryan, Bren,” he instructed and ever so slowly, Brendon’s eyes found Ryan’s, embarrassed and humiliated, but not daring to defy Shane.
“Now say it again.”
Brendon repeated the words, more slowly this time. Ryan felt every single one of them trickling through his body, hitting on emotions he had buried so deep inside he hadn’t even remembered having them. He stared back at Brendon, caught between horror and excitement at just how scared of him Brendon looked suddenly.
“Thing is, Bren, I’m not actually sure what we’re dealing with here,” Shane mused, fisting one of his hands into Brendon’s hair loosely. “Cause the way I remember the situation, there’s a little bit of everything involved. If you didn’t have the attention span and self-control of a toddler, you would have been okay holding your position. As for fidgeting, well, the results kinda speak for themselves.” Shane gestured at the mess on the floor to prove the point. “But besides that, getting off that hard on someone fingering your ass kinda screams slutty to me.”
Ryan wasn’t sure if he wanted to get up and flee the premises with some snide, thoughtful remark about how Shane was the fuck out of his mind, but since he couldn’t have moved to save his life right then, it didn’t much matter.
In addition to being completely paralyzed, he was also intrigued, by the way Brendon nodded slowly, still not breaking eye-contact with him, by the way Shane’s fingers were running through Brendon’s hair, by all the million ways both of them demonstrated how utterly they belonged to each other.
“How about we tie you up first, then? Actually, no. Let’s see if you’ve got a little bit of self-control after all.”
Brendon was still staring straight into Ryan and as much as Ryan wanted to look away, he kept glancing back up at Brendon’s eyes, loosing himself in the blazing intensity of some unknown and yet incredibly familiar emotion. Shane broke the contact by pushing down on Brendon’s neck, forcing his head down to the floor, making sure to kick the shards of the broken mug well out of the way.
“Get your ass up and spread your legs.” Ryan couldn’t not look. Nobody could have not looked. Brendon had braced himself on his forearms and titled his head back slightly so he could still hold Ryan’s gaze, his spine was curved, his ass lifted up, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration as he forced himself to go completely still.
“See, it’s not so difficult, is it?” Shane turned round to rummage through a sports bag that had sat on the couch unnoticed, stepping behind Brendon holding a small vibrator.
“Remember you can’t move, Bren,” he mumbled softly before he turned it up to the highest setting and shoved it up Brendon’s ass.
How Brendon didn’t move was a complete mystery to Ryan, his facial expression melted for a split second, utterly blissed-out, but he managed to pull himself back, biting down on his lip fiercely and then freezing in place like a statue.
Shane just left him there for a few minutes, a smirk playing on his face as he watched Brendon struggle to keep his composure. He knelt down next to Brendon and slowly worked the vibrator in and out a couple of times. Brendon’s breathing was getting heavier, but except for a tiny whimper, he didn’t show any reaction.
“I could watch you like this all night. So fucking gorgeous,” Shane whispered as he switched the toy off and threw it on the couch carelessly.
“But we’re not there yet, Bren. This isn’t about fun. So for now, how about we focus on the bit where you behaved like a very clumsy little boy earlier on?”
Ryan would have given a lot to have Brendon finally look away by this point, but he still never once had broken eye-contact and somehow, he really did look like a child, contrite and terrified and desperate for approval.
“Get in the corner and tell me when you’re ready.”
Brendon scrambled up and Ryan took a deep breath as he turned round to face the wall. Shane smiled at Ryan softly, walking over to him and stroking his hair. “How’re you holding up, Ry?” “I… okay.” “I knew you would.”
Ryan felt a sudden surge of pride at Shane’s words, an emotion he usually only ever allowed himself with Spencer.
“This could take a while,” Shane mumbled and started picking up the remains of his earlier attempts at incorporating Brendon in the interior design plan without making any further comments until endless minutes had gone by.
“Brendon, while we’re waiting you could maybe explain to Ryan what all this eager anticipation is about.”
Brendon’s voice, a voice Ryan knew more intimately then anyone else’s in the world, sounded foreign, small and nervous.
“We’re. We’re waiting cause when it’s punishment I can’t be hard. I’m. Not allowed.”
In other circumstances, if maybe he hadn’t been naked and kneeling on the floor, he might have been sarcastic enough to point out that in that case, he was dialling a pizza, but as it was, he just gulped and felt genuinely fucking sorry for Brendon.
He also couldn’t deny he seriously admired the guy when about five minutes later, Brendon cleared his throat and announced “Okay. I’m ready.”
Shane had settled down on the couch. “Come over here if you’re sure.” Brendon draped himself over Shane’s lap, but Shane still had his eyes on Ryan.
“So, the deal is, if he gets hard again, we’ll start over. I hope you didn’t make any other plans for tonight.”
Ryan shook his head, conveying that no, he didn’t have plans and that if he had, he would have happily cancelled the Queen’s birthday dinner and that he thought Shane was so much more of a devious, cruel bastard then he had ever given him credit for.
Once again he counted his blessings that Spencer wasn’t here cause Spencer would have picked up on all three whereas Shane just took it as a simple answer to something that hadn’t even really been a question.
Ryan didn’t actually want to look at the clock on the living-room wall, cause it was plain cruel to archive information like that knowing full well that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from throwing it in Brendon’s face in some fight or other later on.
It took almost two hours though and by the time it was over, Ryan wasn’t sure he actually wanted to fight with Brendon ever again. Brendon was crying, not so much because of the pain, which, by the end of it, was probably pretty bad, but out of sheer frustration with himself.
Shane had sent him back to stand in the corner and “calm down” six times, his ass gradually changing colour from a pale pink hue to fiery red to dark crimson, his movements less and less graceful and deliberate with each round.
When it was over, Shane just held him for a few minutes, completely oblivious to Ryan’s presence, not caring about anything that wasn’t Brendon. It made Ryan’s stomach clench with an all-consuming longing for Spencer.
Shane glanced over at him apologetically just at that moment. Ryan was pretty sure his voice sounded more then a little choked when he finally managed to speak.
“I’d like you to get dressed Ry. It’s enough for now. Brendon needs a break. We’ll finish this in private.” Ryan had never, ever put his clothes back on this gladly. When he got back to the living room, Brendon was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and trying his best to smile at Ryan, but it came out watery and vague.
Ryan glanced at Shane, not sure if it was okay to speak and somehow managing to convey that, even if he had no idea how he did.
“It’s okay, Ry. It’s over.”
Ryan sighed. “I…fuck. Can I…?” He gestured at Brendon pointlessly, all ability to express himself wiped from his brain.
“Of course you can, Ry,” Shane smiled and Ryan threw his arms around Brendon and buried his face in Brendon’s shoulder, just holding onto him quietly until the temporary speech impediment had passed.
Even after that, he didn’t manage more then some mumble containing a mixture of expletives and admiration, but Brendon seemed to get it.
When he pulled away, he was smiling at Ryan, a sincere expression of understanding on his face, a promise to keep every single one of Ryan’s secrets he had read in his eyes earlier safe. They rested their foreheads together just as they heard the shutter of Shane’s camera click.
“The fuck?” Brendon blurted out, demonstrating an uncanny ability to come out of the sub thing after a scene was over.
Shane just grinned.
Jon and Spencer got a copy each of the picture for Christmas.