fic: In nobody's eyes but mine
hey, addictedkitten wrote the most amazing brendon/ryan story because i wouldn't shut up about the killers. go read Drive Faster, Boy.
you people said it was OK for me to post something i've been working my way around in pieces, in individual scenes, though possibly what you meant was please post anything ever again. after having assured jae_w that there was little other chance of this being posted, and having agreed with deliberatehips that it wasn't really fair that she was the only one who knows how much time i've spent thinking about ryan and brendon and what they might do with a couple of girls in the same room, i swore to myself i would only post completed scenes, and at least for the first few, only in something approximating order.
while i'm doing more disclaiming than i have ever done before posting a fic, jesus, i also want to give credit to disarm-d's this bed (house and head), which kinda knocked me on my ass and made me start thinking about a brendon totally different from the one in Give me more.
so, uh, here:
In nobody's eyes but mine
Everybody has to start somewhere.
Not true. Not yet finished. Explicit. Boys like girls (and boys). 1100ish words.
In nobody's eyes but mine
1.
The first time is Brendon's idea, but only when he's really being an asshole about it does Ryan pretend that's an excuse, that when Brendon stretched his arms above his head and joked, "Let's take this party upstairs!" he meant they should go to the room and take off their clothes and fuck their girlfriends three feet away from each other.
When it comes to sex, Brendon understands what he's saying maybe sixty percent of the time, and forty or so percent of that is just a lucky guess. Ryan knows exactly how much sex Brendon has had in his life (more than most barely ex-Mormons his age), how many girls he's fucked (three) and how many times it took before he actually made one come (five times total with two different girls, and "oh my God, Ryan, it's like some kind of unmapped no-man's-land down there, how the hell am I supposed to know what's going to work or if it's even working or what she wants, really").
Ryan thinks, charitably, that eventually Brendon will take to sex like he must have to music, that clearly one day being taught notes and meters and chords just caught up to him at once and he could play. There's no good reason to imagine that Brendon won't one day have a similar breakthrough with sex, or that it wouldn't be hysterical to be there when it happens.
Mostly, Ryan's glad he had the benefit of fucking the same girl a lot of times, relatively speaking, for being a couple of kids who mostly had to figure out where they could go before they tried out what they could do. Do it enough times with the same girl and you get bored and start trying anything you can think of, and Ryan's had that, but Brendon hasn't, not even yet with Audrey, with whom Brendon has had like two-thirds of his total sexual experience.
Because no one seems to have any good reason why not, the four of them go up to a room, Brendon and Audrey and Ryan and Jac, and it only occurs to Ryan as they're pushing the button for their floor what it might look like, what somebody might think they're going to do up there all together. Audrey and Jac giggle a little in the elevator, passing notes in wide-eyed secret speak. Brendon waggles his eyebrows at Ryan wildly, his completely unbreakable code for "I'm getting laid" and Ryan doesn't mean to indulge him, it's not really cute at all, it's completely immature, but he smiles anyway, smiles and socks Brendon lightly on the shoulder.
As soon as they get in the room, Brendon flops on one bed, loudly, dramatically, and Audrey climbs on top of him, tugging at the collar of his shirt with her teeth, licking up his Adam's apple. She settles on top of him, one knee on each side of his hips, muscles standing out as she squeezes her legs together. "Whoa," Brendon says, "I thought maybe we were just going to --" and then luckily for everyone's sake Audrey shuts him up, because knowing Brendon he was about to finish that sentence with something ridiculous like "braid each other's hair."
Jac pulls Ryan to the other bed, spreading out on her back diagonally and pulling him on top of her. He hears Brendon say Ryan's name, wetly, like Audrey's tongue is still in his mouth, and then Audrey says something that sounds like, "I know you like putting on a show," and Brendon gasps maybe, or groans, or says Ryan's name again, and Ryan only realizes he's stopped kissing Jac when she drags her square nails down his throat, slow, not trying to hurt him, just saying hello like she does when he's spaced out a little.
She smiles then, and peeks back over her shoulder at Audrey, whose hand is in Brendon's pants now, whose grin is wicked around the edges as she whispers something too soft for them to hear. Jac pushes up against Ryan, her ankle tugging him down, and she's still smiling towards Audrey when he leans down to suck her nipple through her dress, even though Audrey's probably not looking at them at all.
This isn't why he asked Jac if she had any friends Brendon might like, but he's wondered about it a little, late nights when she falls asleep like she doesn't even remember they're sharing a bed, wondered about how she didn't really take him seriously until Audrey could come along too. "Fucking dykes, huh," Brendon said last week, looking at new photos Jac had posted, and Ryan hadn't been sure whether or on whose account to be offended, so he'd just laughed and said, "You wish," and elbowed Brendon hard in the ribs.
Jac undoes his jeans, slides her hands inside and runs the edge of one nail down the crease of his thigh. He tries to say no, he thinks the word clearly even if it never makes it past his lips. No, they're right there, no, come on, not here, not like this.
She's still looking over her shoulder, like it's okay to just watch and want and wonder, and as she starts jerking him off she reaches up with her other hand and nudges his chin in that direction, too, so they're panting into each other's cheeks as Audrey pushes her skirt up and her tights down and unmistakably slides inch by inch down Brendon's dick. Audrey sighs, scratchy and content, and as she hangs her head back a bit she opens her eyes and stares right back at them. Ryan thrusts into Jac's tight fist, scrabbling now to get her underwear off, to push inside and fuck her, fuck, if they're going to do this like this he's going to do it right, be a fucking rock star, do the kind of shit he's sure his dad thinks is the only reason he ever picked up a guitar in the first place.
Ryan hates that, hates giving into those cheap ideas of what it means to be in a band, but Jac is really wet and grunting like how she gets when she's too turned on to act cool about it, and Ryan had thought he was immune to the spontaneous little moans and screams Brendon is capable of making from their shows, but it's just different when they're all naked.
Brendon says, "Oh shit," and the other bed's headboard slams loudly against the wall, just once, and Ryan comes so hard he thinks he pulls a muscle.
...
part 2
you people said it was OK for me to post something i've been working my way around in pieces, in individual scenes, though possibly what you meant was please post anything ever again. after having assured jae_w that there was little other chance of this being posted, and having agreed with deliberatehips that it wasn't really fair that she was the only one who knows how much time i've spent thinking about ryan and brendon and what they might do with a couple of girls in the same room, i swore to myself i would only post completed scenes, and at least for the first few, only in something approximating order.
while i'm doing more disclaiming than i have ever done before posting a fic, jesus, i also want to give credit to disarm-d's this bed (house and head), which kinda knocked me on my ass and made me start thinking about a brendon totally different from the one in Give me more.
so, uh, here:
In nobody's eyes but mine
Everybody has to start somewhere.
Not true. Not yet finished. Explicit. Boys like girls (and boys). 1100ish words.
In nobody's eyes but mine
1.
The first time is Brendon's idea, but only when he's really being an asshole about it does Ryan pretend that's an excuse, that when Brendon stretched his arms above his head and joked, "Let's take this party upstairs!" he meant they should go to the room and take off their clothes and fuck their girlfriends three feet away from each other.
When it comes to sex, Brendon understands what he's saying maybe sixty percent of the time, and forty or so percent of that is just a lucky guess. Ryan knows exactly how much sex Brendon has had in his life (more than most barely ex-Mormons his age), how many girls he's fucked (three) and how many times it took before he actually made one come (five times total with two different girls, and "oh my God, Ryan, it's like some kind of unmapped no-man's-land down there, how the hell am I supposed to know what's going to work or if it's even working or what she wants, really").
Ryan thinks, charitably, that eventually Brendon will take to sex like he must have to music, that clearly one day being taught notes and meters and chords just caught up to him at once and he could play. There's no good reason to imagine that Brendon won't one day have a similar breakthrough with sex, or that it wouldn't be hysterical to be there when it happens.
Mostly, Ryan's glad he had the benefit of fucking the same girl a lot of times, relatively speaking, for being a couple of kids who mostly had to figure out where they could go before they tried out what they could do. Do it enough times with the same girl and you get bored and start trying anything you can think of, and Ryan's had that, but Brendon hasn't, not even yet with Audrey, with whom Brendon has had like two-thirds of his total sexual experience.
Because no one seems to have any good reason why not, the four of them go up to a room, Brendon and Audrey and Ryan and Jac, and it only occurs to Ryan as they're pushing the button for their floor what it might look like, what somebody might think they're going to do up there all together. Audrey and Jac giggle a little in the elevator, passing notes in wide-eyed secret speak. Brendon waggles his eyebrows at Ryan wildly, his completely unbreakable code for "I'm getting laid" and Ryan doesn't mean to indulge him, it's not really cute at all, it's completely immature, but he smiles anyway, smiles and socks Brendon lightly on the shoulder.
As soon as they get in the room, Brendon flops on one bed, loudly, dramatically, and Audrey climbs on top of him, tugging at the collar of his shirt with her teeth, licking up his Adam's apple. She settles on top of him, one knee on each side of his hips, muscles standing out as she squeezes her legs together. "Whoa," Brendon says, "I thought maybe we were just going to --" and then luckily for everyone's sake Audrey shuts him up, because knowing Brendon he was about to finish that sentence with something ridiculous like "braid each other's hair."
Jac pulls Ryan to the other bed, spreading out on her back diagonally and pulling him on top of her. He hears Brendon say Ryan's name, wetly, like Audrey's tongue is still in his mouth, and then Audrey says something that sounds like, "I know you like putting on a show," and Brendon gasps maybe, or groans, or says Ryan's name again, and Ryan only realizes he's stopped kissing Jac when she drags her square nails down his throat, slow, not trying to hurt him, just saying hello like she does when he's spaced out a little.
She smiles then, and peeks back over her shoulder at Audrey, whose hand is in Brendon's pants now, whose grin is wicked around the edges as she whispers something too soft for them to hear. Jac pushes up against Ryan, her ankle tugging him down, and she's still smiling towards Audrey when he leans down to suck her nipple through her dress, even though Audrey's probably not looking at them at all.
This isn't why he asked Jac if she had any friends Brendon might like, but he's wondered about it a little, late nights when she falls asleep like she doesn't even remember they're sharing a bed, wondered about how she didn't really take him seriously until Audrey could come along too. "Fucking dykes, huh," Brendon said last week, looking at new photos Jac had posted, and Ryan hadn't been sure whether or on whose account to be offended, so he'd just laughed and said, "You wish," and elbowed Brendon hard in the ribs.
Jac undoes his jeans, slides her hands inside and runs the edge of one nail down the crease of his thigh. He tries to say no, he thinks the word clearly even if it never makes it past his lips. No, they're right there, no, come on, not here, not like this.
She's still looking over her shoulder, like it's okay to just watch and want and wonder, and as she starts jerking him off she reaches up with her other hand and nudges his chin in that direction, too, so they're panting into each other's cheeks as Audrey pushes her skirt up and her tights down and unmistakably slides inch by inch down Brendon's dick. Audrey sighs, scratchy and content, and as she hangs her head back a bit she opens her eyes and stares right back at them. Ryan thrusts into Jac's tight fist, scrabbling now to get her underwear off, to push inside and fuck her, fuck, if they're going to do this like this he's going to do it right, be a fucking rock star, do the kind of shit he's sure his dad thinks is the only reason he ever picked up a guitar in the first place.
Ryan hates that, hates giving into those cheap ideas of what it means to be in a band, but Jac is really wet and grunting like how she gets when she's too turned on to act cool about it, and Ryan had thought he was immune to the spontaneous little moans and screams Brendon is capable of making from their shows, but it's just different when they're all naked.
Brendon says, "Oh shit," and the other bed's headboard slams loudly against the wall, just once, and Ryan comes so hard he thinks he pulls a muscle.
...
part 2