Fic: You're a Regular Decorated Emergency - Chapter 6
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. Don't hate me... I apologize in advance for the fact that this is a shitty chapter.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
I watch Ryan as he runs his fingers through his hair and he looks back at me.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” He says in a hushed tone. “Just… I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want things to get in the way of us. You’re the only good part of my life right now. I can’t lose that.” He finishes with a shrug as if it is the final option. And I guess in his eyes, it is. I mean, I agree anyways. I don’t want things to end between us either. I’d hate for things to get in the way. I love Ryan, and he loves me. Maybe this was the only way… And everyone always did say you had to fight for what you love.
I look down at my fingers, twisting them and give Ryan a short nod. He walks over to me and kneels down, tilting my chin up with his fingers. His honey eyes bore into mine seeming to search for something. He must find what he’s looking for because he gives me a half smile before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I press back, instantly feeling a little better and I return his smile when he pulls away.
“Wanna go to the mall or something?” He asks, smiling a bit more. I return it again and nod, letting him pull me up to my feet. He runs his backpack upstairs to his room and I wait for him by the door holding my own to take out to the car.
Just as Ryan’s walking back downstairs, the front door opens and someone falls through the doorway. Both Ryan and I snap our attention to the body and realize it’s his father. I swallow nervously and look back at Ryan, his eyes wide and face paler than normal. Shit. This was not going to go well.
Ryan’s dad stands up and sways, obviously plastered off his ass. He looks at me then looks to where Ryan is on the stairs. “What are you doing here?” He slurs out. I see Ryan biting his lip obviously looking for an excuse.
I think up a lie quickly and chime in, “We got sent home early today, sir. The power went out and there was no use for us to stay so they said we could leave.” He swings back to me and seems to try to process what I had just said. I hold my breath trying not to inhale the stench of stale alcohol on his breath. The lie must sound reasonable because he nods his head once before turning back to Ryan.
“Don’t know why you even bother to go to school anyways,” He grunts out. “You’re never going to amount to anything no matter how much they try to teach you at school.” He shoves past Ryan who seems frozen and makes his way up the rest of the stairs, slamming his door shut behind him.
Ryan sighs and trudges down the rest of the stairs before walking out of the already open front door. I follow, quickly catching up to him and hook my hand in his. He glances at me and gives me a ghost of a smile before squeezing my hand.
We walk down the road to the parking lot where we left his car, but before I can open the door, Ryan steps in front of it. He pulls me to him and kisses me full on the lips. I kiss him back and he quickly adds more pressure. I reciprocate his movements and I feel his tongue pushing against my lips. I open my lips slightly to grant him access and he’s quick to move his tongue against mine, tangling them. Sliding my hand up the side of his neck, I move my body closer to his and press him against the car.
“Backseat,” He breathes out, breaking off the kiss and throwing open the back passenger door, “Now.” I move quickly to slide into the seat and press my back against the other door. Ryan’s quick to slide in after me and shut the door behind him. He closes the distance between us and catches my lips between his roughly.
I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair, tugging and drawing a low moan out of him. I smirk and he bites my lip, causing an involuntary gasp to leave my mouth. He smiles and moves his lips down to my neck, testing the tender skin there with his teeth. I tilt my head back and tug on his hair more. “Ry,” I breathe out harshly, and he sinks his teeth in harder. He runs his hand down to the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up over my bare stomach. I shiver and bite my lip to keep quiet. “Ry… just fuck me already,” I pant out.
He stops biting me and pulls my shirt off over my head, which proves slightly difficult because of the lowness of his car’s roof. Eventually we are able to get each other undressed and situate ourselves in the most comfortable position possible. My neck is leaning against the door with our clothes under it for some support and Ryan is knelt on the seat in front of me between my legs. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine before sliding two fingers into my mouth. I move my tongue around them making sure to get them wet completely before he removes them.
He doesn’t waste any time and shoves both of them into me at once. I arch my back, digging my head into the pile of clothing more. “Fuck, Ry,” I spit out through my clenched teeth. I feel him wiggle them around, searching for my prostate. It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds before he finds it and presses both tips of his long fingers gently against my spot. I moan out loudly and quickly move my hand to my own already leaking cock and start tugging on it.
Ryan removes his fingers and quickly moves to shove his entire length inside of me in their place. “Ryan,” I whine, drawing out his name. He smirks and leans down, kissing me roughly as he starts to move his hips to and from mine. I moan loudly again as the tip of his dick presses directly against my prostate. “Fuck,” I groan out. “I’m already close, babe.” He nods, licking his hand before wrapping it around my own cock and pumping up and down it quickly.
He presses into my prostate three more times and with the combination of his jerking me off, I cum all over his hand and my stomach. I feel myself clench around his length, sending him over the edge causing him to come deep inside of me. Ryan collapses onto my chest, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. I stroke the back of his head a little and press a light kiss to the top of it. He looks up at me through his bangs and gives me a huge smile.
“I love you, Brendon,” He says, kissing my chest.
I smile back. “You too, Ry,” I say.
We lay there for a few more minutes, allowing our breathing to return to normal before getting dressed quickly and moving to the front seat of the car. Ryan starts the car and we pull out of the parking lot, heading towards the mall. “How about we go to the park instead,” Ryan suggests, peering up at the sky. It’s a beautiful day, and for once it’s not swelteringly hot out. I nod and agree that it sounds like a good idea and he smiles at me.
He turns the car down the small side road that leads to the playground/park area near our school and we park near the old basketball court. Both of us get out of the car and Ryan meets me around the front of the hood grabbing my hand as we walk towards the swings set near a couple of trees.
I sit down on a swing and Ryan takes the one next to me, hooking our hands through the old, rusted chains. We sit there, twisting around instead of actually swinging for a while when I feel someone grab my shoulders and shove me down onto the ground.
“What the fuck?!” I shout rolling on the sand to look back at who pushed me to see Pete standing there laughing his ass off.
“You were on my swing, cocksucker,” he sneers. Ryan stands up slowly and narrows his eyes at Pete, looking down at him. Pete doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Ryan is nearly 6 inches taller than him and just tilts his head smirking. “Problem, Ross?” Ryan glances around and grabs Pete’s shoulder’s pushing him back into the tree covered area. I follow hesitantly. I do not like where this is heading.
As soon as we are within the cover of the trees and out of view of anyone around, Ryan shoves Pete against a tree. He smashes into the tree, sliding down his eyes wide with a sudden fear. He obviously had not expected that out of Ryan. I mean, then again neither would I have if I didn’t know him so well. Ryan walks up to Pete again and kicks him square in the jaw, knocking him over completely to the ground.
Pete spits out a stream of blood and what looks like may be a tooth or two. Or more. Ryan kicks again, this time to his ribs. Pete coughs, spitting more blood and I can hear cracking as Ryan directs kick after kick to his ribs and various other open areas. Ryan drops to his knees and picks up a large rock near him then proceeds to smash it repeatedly into Pete’s head.
I stand back at the entrance to the trees watching with wide eyes, not moving. Pete stops moving shortly, but Ryan continues to smash him with the rock, obviously not completely satisfied yet.
“Ry,” I choke out, tears streaming down my face. He turns back quickly and notices my horrified expression. Once again, he’s covered in blood and I don’t think I will ever become use to that sight. He drops the rock on top of Pete, making a sickening crunching sound and I flinch. He steps toward me and take a step back shaking my head.
“Bren,” He ventures. I shake my head again, backing up more.
“I… I can’t handle this Ryan,” I stutter out. “I need to go home.” And with that, I turn and run back to the car, grab my backpack, and start walking back towards town and my home. There’s a small café I can hang out in until it’s a reasonable time for me to come home.
I’m about halfway to the café when I hear a car slow down on the road next to me. I look up and see Ryan leaning over the passenger seat. “Get in, Brendon,” He says carefully. I shake my head and continue walking. He sighs, “Brendon. Please, just get in the car.”
I stop and look at the sky and exhale slowly before walking over to the car and getting inside. I throw a glance to the backseat, but don’t see a body. Ryan must have already taken care of it. I also notice that Ryan already has clean clothes on and there’s no trace of blood on him at all.
“What,” I begin but he cuts me off with a shake of his head.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” He mutters. “I lied about why we had to skip school. I had already planned to do this today, but I knew if I told you, that you wouldn’t come with me.” I stare out of the windshield, not saying anything. He lied. He had never lied to me before. Not once in the three years that we had been together.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” he whispers again and I can feel his eyes on me, watching for a reaction. I nod, remaining silent. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Where’s the body?” I ask still not looking at him. He doesn’t say anything right away and I glance over at him. Ryan’s biting his lip and seems to be thinking if he should tell me or not. “Ryan, just fucking tell me,” I spit out and he sighs again.
“Frank took care of it. He was in the woods waiting for when we left to go do something with it. He also helped take care of Saporta’s body.” He rushes out and I look back at the window.
Figures. Frank had to be used for something I suppose. Don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before. He reaches over to grab my hand but I pull it away and rest it on my other leg.
I can tell Ryan wants to say something, but he won’t let it out. I let the silence stay, not wanting to talk about any of this anymore. This had seemed like it could be doable at first when he suggested getting revenge, but now that we had started, I realized how many people we were going to really have to take care of. Plus, my own fucking mother was now on the list. And the longer we took to do this, the more potential we had for people to be added whenever Ryan got pissed off at someone. I needed to get out. But I was going to need help.
Chapter 7
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. Don't hate me... I apologize in advance for the fact that this is a shitty chapter.
Disclaimer: Complete work of fiction. I don't own the characters. I'm only responsible for the plot line.
I watch Ryan as he runs his fingers through his hair and he looks back at me.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” He says in a hushed tone. “Just… I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want things to get in the way of us. You’re the only good part of my life right now. I can’t lose that.” He finishes with a shrug as if it is the final option. And I guess in his eyes, it is. I mean, I agree anyways. I don’t want things to end between us either. I’d hate for things to get in the way. I love Ryan, and he loves me. Maybe this was the only way… And everyone always did say you had to fight for what you love.
I look down at my fingers, twisting them and give Ryan a short nod. He walks over to me and kneels down, tilting my chin up with his fingers. His honey eyes bore into mine seeming to search for something. He must find what he’s looking for because he gives me a half smile before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I press back, instantly feeling a little better and I return his smile when he pulls away.
“Wanna go to the mall or something?” He asks, smiling a bit more. I return it again and nod, letting him pull me up to my feet. He runs his backpack upstairs to his room and I wait for him by the door holding my own to take out to the car.
Just as Ryan’s walking back downstairs, the front door opens and someone falls through the doorway. Both Ryan and I snap our attention to the body and realize it’s his father. I swallow nervously and look back at Ryan, his eyes wide and face paler than normal. Shit. This was not going to go well.
Ryan’s dad stands up and sways, obviously plastered off his ass. He looks at me then looks to where Ryan is on the stairs. “What are you doing here?” He slurs out. I see Ryan biting his lip obviously looking for an excuse.
I think up a lie quickly and chime in, “We got sent home early today, sir. The power went out and there was no use for us to stay so they said we could leave.” He swings back to me and seems to try to process what I had just said. I hold my breath trying not to inhale the stench of stale alcohol on his breath. The lie must sound reasonable because he nods his head once before turning back to Ryan.
“Don’t know why you even bother to go to school anyways,” He grunts out. “You’re never going to amount to anything no matter how much they try to teach you at school.” He shoves past Ryan who seems frozen and makes his way up the rest of the stairs, slamming his door shut behind him.
Ryan sighs and trudges down the rest of the stairs before walking out of the already open front door. I follow, quickly catching up to him and hook my hand in his. He glances at me and gives me a ghost of a smile before squeezing my hand.
We walk down the road to the parking lot where we left his car, but before I can open the door, Ryan steps in front of it. He pulls me to him and kisses me full on the lips. I kiss him back and he quickly adds more pressure. I reciprocate his movements and I feel his tongue pushing against my lips. I open my lips slightly to grant him access and he’s quick to move his tongue against mine, tangling them. Sliding my hand up the side of his neck, I move my body closer to his and press him against the car.
“Backseat,” He breathes out, breaking off the kiss and throwing open the back passenger door, “Now.” I move quickly to slide into the seat and press my back against the other door. Ryan’s quick to slide in after me and shut the door behind him. He closes the distance between us and catches my lips between his roughly.
I reach up and tangle my hands in his hair, tugging and drawing a low moan out of him. I smirk and he bites my lip, causing an involuntary gasp to leave my mouth. He smiles and moves his lips down to my neck, testing the tender skin there with his teeth. I tilt my head back and tug on his hair more. “Ry,” I breathe out harshly, and he sinks his teeth in harder. He runs his hand down to the bottom of my shirt, sliding it up over my bare stomach. I shiver and bite my lip to keep quiet. “Ry… just fuck me already,” I pant out.
He stops biting me and pulls my shirt off over my head, which proves slightly difficult because of the lowness of his car’s roof. Eventually we are able to get each other undressed and situate ourselves in the most comfortable position possible. My neck is leaning against the door with our clothes under it for some support and Ryan is knelt on the seat in front of me between my legs. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine before sliding two fingers into my mouth. I move my tongue around them making sure to get them wet completely before he removes them.
He doesn’t waste any time and shoves both of them into me at once. I arch my back, digging my head into the pile of clothing more. “Fuck, Ry,” I spit out through my clenched teeth. I feel him wiggle them around, searching for my prostate. It doesn’t take him more than a few seconds before he finds it and presses both tips of his long fingers gently against my spot. I moan out loudly and quickly move my hand to my own already leaking cock and start tugging on it.
Ryan removes his fingers and quickly moves to shove his entire length inside of me in their place. “Ryan,” I whine, drawing out his name. He smirks and leans down, kissing me roughly as he starts to move his hips to and from mine. I moan loudly again as the tip of his dick presses directly against my prostate. “Fuck,” I groan out. “I’m already close, babe.” He nods, licking his hand before wrapping it around my own cock and pumping up and down it quickly.
He presses into my prostate three more times and with the combination of his jerking me off, I cum all over his hand and my stomach. I feel myself clench around his length, sending him over the edge causing him to come deep inside of me. Ryan collapses onto my chest, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. I stroke the back of his head a little and press a light kiss to the top of it. He looks up at me through his bangs and gives me a huge smile.
“I love you, Brendon,” He says, kissing my chest.
I smile back. “You too, Ry,” I say.
We lay there for a few more minutes, allowing our breathing to return to normal before getting dressed quickly and moving to the front seat of the car. Ryan starts the car and we pull out of the parking lot, heading towards the mall. “How about we go to the park instead,” Ryan suggests, peering up at the sky. It’s a beautiful day, and for once it’s not swelteringly hot out. I nod and agree that it sounds like a good idea and he smiles at me.
He turns the car down the small side road that leads to the playground/park area near our school and we park near the old basketball court. Both of us get out of the car and Ryan meets me around the front of the hood grabbing my hand as we walk towards the swings set near a couple of trees.
I sit down on a swing and Ryan takes the one next to me, hooking our hands through the old, rusted chains. We sit there, twisting around instead of actually swinging for a while when I feel someone grab my shoulders and shove me down onto the ground.
“What the fuck?!” I shout rolling on the sand to look back at who pushed me to see Pete standing there laughing his ass off.
“You were on my swing, cocksucker,” he sneers. Ryan stands up slowly and narrows his eyes at Pete, looking down at him. Pete doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Ryan is nearly 6 inches taller than him and just tilts his head smirking. “Problem, Ross?” Ryan glances around and grabs Pete’s shoulder’s pushing him back into the tree covered area. I follow hesitantly. I do not like where this is heading.
As soon as we are within the cover of the trees and out of view of anyone around, Ryan shoves Pete against a tree. He smashes into the tree, sliding down his eyes wide with a sudden fear. He obviously had not expected that out of Ryan. I mean, then again neither would I have if I didn’t know him so well. Ryan walks up to Pete again and kicks him square in the jaw, knocking him over completely to the ground.
Pete spits out a stream of blood and what looks like may be a tooth or two. Or more. Ryan kicks again, this time to his ribs. Pete coughs, spitting more blood and I can hear cracking as Ryan directs kick after kick to his ribs and various other open areas. Ryan drops to his knees and picks up a large rock near him then proceeds to smash it repeatedly into Pete’s head.
I stand back at the entrance to the trees watching with wide eyes, not moving. Pete stops moving shortly, but Ryan continues to smash him with the rock, obviously not completely satisfied yet.
“Ry,” I choke out, tears streaming down my face. He turns back quickly and notices my horrified expression. Once again, he’s covered in blood and I don’t think I will ever become use to that sight. He drops the rock on top of Pete, making a sickening crunching sound and I flinch. He steps toward me and take a step back shaking my head.
“Bren,” He ventures. I shake my head again, backing up more.
“I… I can’t handle this Ryan,” I stutter out. “I need to go home.” And with that, I turn and run back to the car, grab my backpack, and start walking back towards town and my home. There’s a small café I can hang out in until it’s a reasonable time for me to come home.
I’m about halfway to the café when I hear a car slow down on the road next to me. I look up and see Ryan leaning over the passenger seat. “Get in, Brendon,” He says carefully. I shake my head and continue walking. He sighs, “Brendon. Please, just get in the car.”
I stop and look at the sky and exhale slowly before walking over to the car and getting inside. I throw a glance to the backseat, but don’t see a body. Ryan must have already taken care of it. I also notice that Ryan already has clean clothes on and there’s no trace of blood on him at all.
“What,” I begin but he cuts me off with a shake of his head.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” He mutters. “I lied about why we had to skip school. I had already planned to do this today, but I knew if I told you, that you wouldn’t come with me.” I stare out of the windshield, not saying anything. He lied. He had never lied to me before. Not once in the three years that we had been together.
“I’m sorry, Bren,” he whispers again and I can feel his eyes on me, watching for a reaction. I nod, remaining silent. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Where’s the body?” I ask still not looking at him. He doesn’t say anything right away and I glance over at him. Ryan’s biting his lip and seems to be thinking if he should tell me or not. “Ryan, just fucking tell me,” I spit out and he sighs again.
“Frank took care of it. He was in the woods waiting for when we left to go do something with it. He also helped take care of Saporta’s body.” He rushes out and I look back at the window.
Figures. Frank had to be used for something I suppose. Don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before. He reaches over to grab my hand but I pull it away and rest it on my other leg.
I can tell Ryan wants to say something, but he won’t let it out. I let the silence stay, not wanting to talk about any of this anymore. This had seemed like it could be doable at first when he suggested getting revenge, but now that we had started, I realized how many people we were going to really have to take care of. Plus, my own fucking mother was now on the list. And the longer we took to do this, the more potential we had for people to be added whenever Ryan got pissed off at someone. I needed to get out. But I was going to need help.
Chapter 7