Fic: You're a Regular Decorated Emergency - Chapter 3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon
POV: First (Brendon's)
Summary: They were the outcasts of their school. The list started out as something innocent. Then Ryan wanted to get revenge in the only way he knew possible and he's dragging Brendon along for the ride.
Author's Note: Loosely based on the book Hate List by Jennifer Brown. (By loosely, I do mean very loosely. Also going to include a trigger warning in general right now (Self harm, alcoholism, bullying, violence, and several other things that may arise.)) Basically, don't read if you're going to be easily affected. Also, extremely sorry for the delay, I kept getting distracted and I wanted to make sure that the sex didn't sound like 50 Shades of Grey. The next chapter is gonna be much longer to make up for this.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
“Well,” Ryan says after checking his phone. “Shall we head to Jon’s now? I think we’re close enough to five.”
I nod, sliding my chair back across the linoleum to stand up. Ryan follows my lead and walks to my side of the table before hooking his hand in mine and pulling me towards the door into the hot, sticky air outside. Ryan walks with me to the passenger side and opens the door for me to get in. I give him a skeptical look and cock an eyebrow but he just smiles a little and shrugs, shutting the door behind me.
I sigh as I watch him walk around the front of the car to the driver’s side. I wish things could always be like this. No immediate worries about our plans for the list. Just me and Ryan: a normal, teenage couple that loved each other. But no, things could never be that simple. At least not with Ryan involved.
He gets in the car, quickly starting it up and cranks the A/C to full blast. It’s not that far of a drive to Jon’s house, but at least it will be a little bit of a cooler ride. I glance at the digital clock on the radio and see we were still a half an hour early.
“Ry, we’re gonna be too early,” I rush out. “What if they’re not ready?”
Ryan chews on his lip a little. “Well,” He draws out. “We could make a pit stop at my house.” He glances out the corner of his eye at me and winks. I feel my cheeks flush slightly, but nod anyways.
“That’d be fine with me. We’d probably end up being late though.” I say looking back out the windshield.
Ryan laughs and I direct my attention back to him. “I don’t think they’d mind if we were a little late,” He says, flipping on his blinker to turn onto his street. He had a point, plus my arguing never really made a difference.
He pulls into his drive way and I thankfully notice that his dad isn’t home. Good, we can spare that drama for the time being. Ryan turns off the car and gets out, while I move quickly to do the same. I follow him up the cracked sidewalk to the front door. He quickly unlocks it and we rush inside to the cool, dark hallway. He shuts the door behind us, leaving us in almost complete darkness to the point where I can only see the outline of his body.
I see him move towards me and instinctively move back against the wall. Ryan lets out a breathy laugh and closes the distance between us quickly, pressing me against the wall even more. His lips immediately attack mine. I put my hand on his chest, kissing him back feverishly. I can feel him smirk against my lips before he grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it slightly.
I groan softly and slide my hands up to tangle into his hair and pull a little. He bites down harder, sucks my lip into his mouth then drops it, pulling away from me. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me down the hall and up the stairs to his room, quickly shutting the door behind us even though no one else is home.
Ryan immediately rips my shirt over my head and pushes me onto the bed. He may not look like he can do much because of how scrawny he is, but Ryan is definitely pretty strong. I watch as he pulls his own shirt off and jumps on the bed next to me. I lean up and throw an arm around his neck dragging his face down to mine. His lips attack mine again and I bite his lip hard, mimicking his actions from earlier.
He laughs against my lips and I feel him run his hands down my chest over my stomach, dragging his nails in a bit. I cringe and bite his lip harder to the point where I can taste something faintly metallic.
“Bren,” he groans out, digging his nails in harder, drawing blood as well. I let go of his lip and move my lips to his jaw, my fingers working on his belt and zipper. He moves to do the same, his fingers fumbling trying to keep up with my own.
Eventually both of us succeed and rid each other of our pants, tossing them somewhere near our shirts to the side of Ryan’s bed, and our boxers right behind them. He pushes me down and kisses along my neck, moving down my chest.
“Ryan, stop being a tease,” I whine, and he looks up at me through his brown hair that’s fallen over his eyes. I shrug, “We don’t exactly have all day here.” He huffs and sits up onto his knees, leaning over me to his nightstand. I watch as he pulls out a bottle of lube and start absentmindedly stroking my own length. Ryan coats his own cock with lube and rubs some over three of his long fingers.
He pushes my legs apart, scooting closer to my body and tentatively pushes one of his fingers into me. I bite my lip a little, keeping my eyes on him. He quickly adds the second finger and I feel the slight burn at the stretch. Not soon after, he adds his third finger and I bite my lip harder to keep from groaning out loud. He twists them around and waits a moment to be sure that I’m stretched enough. After what feels like forever, he removes his fingers and replaces them by shoving his cock into me before I even have time to react to the loss.
I moan and arch my body up against his, digging my nails into his shoulder blades. Ryan pulls out of me most of the way, slamming back in even harder than before, causing me to moan even louder. He grinds his hips down into mine and I feel his stomach brush over the tip of my own cock. I bit into his neck to keep from moaning louder and grasp onto my own length again, tugging at it sloppily.
I can tell Ryan’s getting close as his movements are becoming jerkier and he’s thrusting in harder. His grip on my hips tightens and I know there will be bruises there within the next hour or two. I jerk my own hand faster as I feel Ryan thrust up against my prostate and I come over mine and Ryan’s stomachs and my own hand. Ryan is not far behind, thrusting in full force two more times before releasing.
He collapses onto my chest, smearing my come between the two of us, but both of us are so exhausted we don’t mind. I watch as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and I trail my fingers through his hair and down over his spine, then back up. I feel him smile a little against my skin and he presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck.
“We should get ready,” I suggest. I feel him sigh and nod a little before sitting up. I reach over to his nightstand and grab a couple Kleenex from the box and hand them to him. After we clean up and redress ourselves he pulls me towards him and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I love you,” he whispers before kissing me again. “So much….”
I smile, blushing a little, “I love you too, Ry.” He smiles back.
“Let’s go,” He says tugging my hand, pulling me out the door of his house.
We arrive at Jon’s house only 10 minutes late, but unfortunately for me Jon and Spencer aren't going to let it go very easily.
“Way to finally show up, horn dogs,” Spencer calls from the couch when we walk into Jon’s family room. I immediately blush and flip my bangs in front of my face to attempt to cover my face, even though it’s a guaranteed fail. Jon, Spencer, and Ryan all laugh while I choose to stare at the painting over the back of the couch where Jon and Spencer are sprawled out. I follow Ryan as he walks over to the couch against the other wall and he plops down, pulling me onto his lap. I land awkwardly and move to shift off to his side, but he holds me there, not letting me move. I huff a little and give up.
He knows I hate PDA yet here he is, making everything awkward in front of our best friends. I mean, yeah they know Ryan and I have sex. Plus, Ryan and I have been dating forever, but still. I always feel so awkward; it’s just how I was raised.
Ignoring the short lived struggle, Jon flips on the TV and presses play on the movie menu: Donnie Darko. Definitely one of my favorites. Spencer tosses over a bag of chips and two cans of Coke from the coffee table in front of them, all of which Ryan is quick to catch. While he’s distracted, I quickly slip off his lap and curl up next to his side instead. Much better. Ryan looks over at me, noticing the change but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just puts his arm around my shoulder, against the back of the couch.
“I promise, that one day, everything's going to be better for you.” Donnie says on screen and I feel Ryan next to me whispering the line along with him. I can’t help but to think of how it applies to us. Things were gonna get better right? Not just at school either, hopefully. I just hope that when things do get better, it includes being able to look my mother in the eye without lying about why me and Ryan spend so much time together. Or that Ryan’s dad will stop blaming him for his mom leaving and that he’ll stop with his drinking problem.
I just want things to get better. I know Ryan has a plan for that, but I just don’t think that this is going to be the absolute best solution to get what we want. What he wants. There has to be a better way to get revenge, right?
Chapter 4