GRRIII?

“Ryan?” Brendon called, making Ryan jump, slamming down the screen of his laptop, closing it. Brendon raised a brow “Umm…what cha looking at?” Ryan blushed, and gulped, looking down at his feet “Nothing…” Brendon scrunched up his face “Fine then…”

There was a brief silence between them, as Ryan continued to look at his feet. “Riiight…” Brendon whispered, before walking forward again. “I’m going out with Lana tonight…so yeah…I’m leaving now…” he nodded, laughing at bit “So you can be left to your porn!” he laughed again, swatting Ryan playfully on the back of the head. Ryan blushed deeper “It was not porn!”

Brendon stuck out his tongue. “Sure!” Brendon laughed a bit, dropping his hand to Ryan crotch, grabbing it. Ryan jumped up, and backwards. “Fu-ck!” Brendon giggled again, and pulled away, razing a brow “Just clarifying that you weren’t lying!” Ryan glared at him for a moment “And was I?” he growled a bit. Brendon turned in his step “Well I felt I little something…” he dragged on. Ryan tipped his head back and groaned, laughing a bit “You are never going to believe me on this are you?” Brendon stuck out his tongue “Nope!” Ryan rolled his eyes, and shook his head, standing up.

“So what time do you think you’ll be back?” Ryan said, running a quick hand through his hair, starting towards the bunks. Brendon shrugged “I don’t know…” he laughed a bit “When ever Lana lets me come home…” he teased a bit with his voice.

Ryan smiled a bit, and the waved Brendon out the door “See yah then!”  Brendon smiled, and walk out the door, as Ryan entered the bunks, quickly climbing up in his bunk, and staring stressfully at the ceiling.

Quietly, Brendon slowly opened the door back up, and walk in, laughing to himself. He strode over to Ryan’s laptop.  He lifted the screen.

Ryan carelessly did not close the window he was on. Brendon moved into the seat that Ryan had just occupied, beginning to read down the current page, that Ryan obviously did not want Brendon to see…

“’Don’t worry; no one is coming for some hours.’ He spoke.
Both boys were completely naked right now. They kept kissing, moaning and feeling ever single ounce of satisfaction.”

Oooo…gay porn? Interesting Ryan…very interesting… Brendon giggled to himself.

“A loud moan was heard as soon as Brendon trusted himself inside Ryan without announcing anything. Ryan wanted to scream, scream from pleasure.”

Wait…Ryan…and Brendon? Wait is this…

“Brendon started slowly to move his hips but the more pressure Ryan put on his grip around both of his arms the harder he went. For a long period of time all you could here was the moans from both lovers, the screams for more and harder. Other than pleasure, they could feel the cold sweat spreading in their body cooling them down. Finally his body collapsed and Ryan fell over him.“

Holy…this is Rydon…Ryan was…reading Rydon…

Brendon’ s view went blurry as he sunk back in his seat “oh…” he whispered aloud “oh my god…” He gulped “No…no this…” his hand went unwillingly to the mouse. He scrolled to the top of the screen, hitting the back button, taking him to a new page on the same site.

There was one that specifically caught his eye “Brown” mostly because of the title….it was just…interesting…He clicked the link, and began to read.

“Brown can be a fiery color of a burning wood, to the rust of a blade, and it can also be calm. The soil of the earth and the dark wood of a cherry tree. Brown is a beautiful color…it is the color of his eyes…”

Brendon paused. He saw where the story was going. Brown eyes. His eyes. Fuck… Brendon sighed in his head, loosing his vision for a second again. He closed his eyes to center his thoughts “It can’t be that hardcore Bden…” he took a deep breath, and scrolled down the page, reading slowly as he went.

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“Finally… I thought as Brendon moved inside of  me. I’ve wanted this…for so long… I moaned tossing my head from side to side, as Brendon moved his soft hands over my knees, gripping them tightly with his nails with each thrust of his hips. He’s mine… I thought again, titling my head back , letting a laugh escape my lips He’s finally all mine…”

The page stopped, opening to a view of comments from other rydon fans and writers. G-R-R-I-I-I. He had read at least 5 of his works while he had sat there, calling off the date with Lana. GRRIII always wrote from the perspective of Ryan…and always made him so…sad…always so sad…

Brendon fell back into his seat, rocking back on the back legs. “I need to talk to him about this…” he gulped, getting up from the chair quietly, walking slowly towards the bunks, trying to go over everything that he was going to say.

Brendon parted the curtain to the bunks, and walked down the short hallway dividing the four band members. Brendon had the bunk across from Spencer’s (top). Jon slept in the bunk under Brendon’s, and Ryan under Spencer’s. Both Jon and Spencer were absent as of now. Brendon sighed, and knocked on the wood frame of Ryan’s bed.

Ryan tensed up, throwing his hand up to the top of his bunk, ripping off a shopped picture of Brendon lying over Ryan, and stuffing is quickly under his pillow. In the same move, Ryan ran a hand up, and out of his pants, zipping up his pants. His other hand ran though his hair, as he turned to his side “Hmmm?” he muttered.

Brendon parted the curtain a bit “Ryro?” he said in his soft, serious, and content voice. Ryan sat up a bit, as Brendon parted the curtains completely.  “I…can I talk to your for a minute...serious?” Ryan swung his legs out of his bunk, sitting up right, just leaning over a bit, his head barley touching the ceiling.

Brendon moved into the bed, sitting next to him. “Ryan…” Brendon sighed looking at his feet, folding his hands in his lap. Ryan lifted a brow “Um…what about Lana?” He said, scrunching up his nose “Weren’t you going out?” he asked. Brendon turned his head away, itching his head “Yeah um…” He paused.

“Curiosity kills…” Ryan looked at him oddly, not understanding what he was saying. “I read…your…the…rydon that you had been looking at…” Ryan turned red, and then dropped to a white. “O-o-oh…”  Ryan looked intently at his feet “I…” Brendon sat up right “When you…do you…like that stuff? Or what?”

Ryan wouldn’t talk, he just moved his mouth, trying it make words, but nothing could come past his thin lips. Brendon sighed “Could you just tell me so I know?” Ryan’s hazel eyes glazed over in tears “Yes. I do Brendon. I…I’m sorry…” he paused again “I…love you Brendon…I’m Sorry”

He said it so sad, and serious, Brendon started to cry himself. There was an awkward silence between the two of them. Suddenly, a smile crawled across Brendon’s face. “Wow…” Brendon turned towards Ryan, and Ryan slowly looked up. “I’m sorry…” Ryan apologized again.

Brendon smiled wider “Jesus…” he cleared his throat “How…how long?” Brendon asked, losing his smile a bit “I…I’m sorry…”  Brendon “Have you ever…you know…shit…jacked off to me?” Tears fell from Ryan’s eyes, as he chocked out the words over and over “I’m so, so, so, so, sorry Brendon! I’m so sorry!” Brendon instantly felt bad. He didn’t want Ryan to feel bad about this, he wanted to make things right with it…to make everything right again.

Brendon wrapped and arm around Ryan’s shoulders. Ryan immediately shrugged him off “I am…so sorry…”  Ryan cried. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” Brendon leaned in closer to Ryan, placing one hand on the outside of his thigh, and the other behind his back.

Ryan gulped “I…it would ruin the band…and I didn’t want to ruin the band…I…I couldn’t have that on my shoulders…” he leaned back a bit, trying not to be so close to Brendon. Close enough to taste his breath.  

“Ryan…if you thought that you were in love with me…fuck the band! Jesus…I mean…”  Brendon moved closer to Ryan, feeling tears beginning to fall from his eyes. Ryan was his best friend…he couldn’t do this to him…but he needed to know…

Ryan bent onto his elbows, looking away from Brendon’s face “I…” He gulped “I…I couldn’t Brendon…I just couldn’t get myself to…I couldn’t…” He was slowing his tears a bit, trying to be strong. He knew that this was going to happen eventually…he just had hoped that it would be different when it did…

Brendon choked, now cry harder than Ryan “Ryan…I…why did you…fuck…I…you love me?” Ryan was scared. Brendon was lying over him, and practically yelling  at him. “I’m…I’m sorry…” Ryan whimpered, liking his lip, trying to avoid Brendon’s eyes. “RYAN!” Brendon snapped, having Ryan look up. Brendon’s lips crashed against Ryan’s. Ryan’s eyes flew open, and then fluttered shut.

Brendon brought his legs up onto the bunk, moving over Ryan’s body. Brendon was on all fours over Ryan, not letting his lips leave Ryan’s longer than to get air. Ryan let his legs up on the bunk, and ducked them under Brendon’s body. Brendon finally parted from Ryan’s lips, leaving him there with shock and pleasure.

“Ryan…I love you…” Brendon’s voice was uneven as he held himself above Ryan’s body that oddly seemed small to him. “I’ve loved since we started this shitty band!” he took a deep breath “I…Have had to…like right after the concerts…when we get…so close like that and…fuck…” He gulped again, trying to center his concentration “I have, never read Rydon before though…” Ryan sunk into the mattress, not waning to face him again.

“That um…G-R-R-I-I-I person was...umm…really good though…”  Ryan let a small smile of pride cross his lips “Yah think so?” Brendon nodded. “That’s me.” Ryan giggled a bit, before just dropping into a sad smile again. Brendon blushed a bit “Oh…wow…” Brendon thought a moment, and then let another smile cross over his lips.

Lowering himself, letting his mouth open in just the slightest bit. “Ryan…?” Ryan nodded “You do love me…?” Ryan nodded again, looking away from Brendon again “And I…love you…” He paused again. Brendon ran a quick hand over Ryan’s left side, sending a shiver though out his body. Ryan giggled, a bit lightened by the moment.

“Your on top of me…” He stated, running a hand though his hair. Brendon giggled “Now how did that happen?” He leaned closer to Ryan, kissing along his collar bone.  

Ryan, knowing that it would be okay, gave in, and wrapped his arms around Brendon’s back, pulling his hand through Brendon’s thick dark brown hair. “Maybe you should let me in on some rydon action that I have been missing…” Brendon slid his legs back, so that he was in a push-up stance over Ryan.

Brendon dropped his hips, rubbing up against Ryan’s crouch. Ryan buckled up into Brendon “Let me feel how only you could make me…” He began to quote the rydons that he had read, making them fit the situation. “Brown can be a fiery color of a burning wood, to the rust of a blade, and it can also be calm…” Ryan dropped his hand from Brendon’s hair and moved it down to his back. “Oh…you read that one…” Ryan moved down on the bed, wanting to feel over powered by Brendon.

Brendon breathed down Ryan’s neck, sending a violent wave of pleasure through both boys. Ryan’s heartbeat sped, as Brendon slid a hand up and under his shirt. Ryan moved his hands from Brendon’s body, and placed them above his head, hitting the walls at the elbow. “Fuck…I wish there was more room in here…” Ryan complained. Brendon just giggled, and he pulled up Ryan shirt, and pulled it over his head.

“I’m…really not all that good at this Brendon…” Ryan admitted “And nothing in comparison to what I write…” Brendon “And I’m not really all that good either…and definitely as good as you write me…” Brendon moved against Ryan again, moving his hand to his shoulders.

Brendon kissed Ryan again, parting his lips with his tongue. They moved there heads against each other, once again only parting their lips long enough for breath. Brendon began to kiss all the way down Ryan’s flat stomach, stopping at his waistline. “But this…this I can do…”

Brendon bit into the fabric of Ryan’s pants, and pulled up, pushing the button down with his tongue. The button snapped through the fabric, and Brendon moved down to the zipper.

He lightly pulled on the metal zipper, pulling it down. Brendon took his hands off of Ryan’s shoulders, and started to pull off Ryan’s boxers and black skinny jeans.  “Now lets see if you hand really do speak for your length…” both boys giggled a bit, as Ryan’s pants were finally removed.

Ryan was now completely naked, lying under the fully dressed Brendon. “How…did you do that?” Ryan moaned, aroused so completely. “Practice…” Brendon giggled, reached down to his own pants buckle “No. no…” Ryan laughed, grabbing Brendon’s crouch hard. Brendon’s hands flew up back to Ryan’s shoulders. Ryan tightened his grip, getting Brendon to gasp in pleasure “My turn…”

Ryan unbuttoned Brendon’s jeans, not really have all that many “tricks” as Brendon did. He pulled his pants off, and placed both of his hands on his hips, slowly moving his thumbs into them.  Brendon moaned and screamed for him not to stop, as Ryan’s hands moved across Brendon’s lower half, each movement making Brendon want his more and more.

When Ryan finally dropped his hands, panting almost as much as Brendon, he couldn’t stop himself. Brendon moved Ryan’s legs over his hips, and thrust inside of him, getting a loud scream from Ryan.

“Brendon!” he cried “Oh my god…” Brendon thrust inside him harder. Ryan turned his head “Fuck…” he moaned. Brendon moved close to Ryan’s face, lowering his head to Ryan’s collar bone, breathing along his neck again, a sweat barley starting. Ryan tilted his head back as Brendon thrust again. Ryan screamed again. It hurt. A lot. But the pleasure was over coming it quickly

“Oh…Brendon…” Ryan moaned again “I…I love you…” he choked. Brendon giggled again, through his pants “I love you too…” he gasped out. Ryan moved his hands up Brendon’s back, want to move on to his lap, know that there was no room to do so. “Brendon…”

Brendon moved back down to Ryan’s collar bone, kissing lightly against his soft skin, while Brendon continued to move inside him. Suddenly a loud moan the slowly became a scream . Brendon moved up a bit “Are you all right?” he asked, a little worried for his new lover.

“I…I’m fine…” Ryan panted “Don’t stop…please don’t stop…”  Brendon wanted to see what would happed. As he said, curiosity kills. Brendon began to pull back “Oh…oh…please…don’t stop…please…Bden…please…please…don’t-” Brendon knew that he was being an evil ass hole. He quickly moved back into Ryan. “Stop!” he gasped, as Brendon moved back down, breathing on his neck. “Stop! Stop! Please don’t stop…oh my god!” his voice seemed to go up an octave as he finished the word. “Don’t…don’t stop…”

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Brendon collapsed against Ryan’s chest, panting hard. “Oh my god Ryan…” Brendon spoke, almost crying in his voice “You lied…” he moaned, rolling off of Ryan’s body, choosing to lie next to him in the tight, limited space. Ryan lie on his back, while Brendon stayed on his stomach, breathing into the mattress, trying to calm down as best he could.

“About what?” Ryan moaned a bit after speaking, waves of pleasure still coursing over his body. “You said that you weren’t good at stuff like that…” Ryan rolled his eyes, and laughed “Bden…you were doing all of the work there…” he panted, arching a bit up, stilll trying to get over the pleasure coursing over his body.

Brendon laughed “Hell if I did…” Ryan groaned again “Besides…I’ve only done it once before…so there is no way th-” Brendon cut Ryan off before he could finish “Who?” Ryan’s eyes burst open, and he blushed “Well…um…I…I don’t know if he…well…he might not…umm…”

“Pete?” Brendon cut off again “What?” Ryan turned his head “What is Pete?” Ryan turned brighter, and then looked out of the bunk. He itched the back of his neck. “Well…um…” Brendon sat back up  a bit, and walked his fingers down Ryan’s rib cage and hips.

“Yes!” Ryan screamed, before trying to relax again “What the fuck did you do?” He turned to Brendon, who was giggling. “N-nothing!” he walked his fingers again, sending another shiver through Ryan’s body, getting him to moan loudly.

“Stop that!” he gasped, turning to glare at him again. Brendon just blushed, and lied back down.

They where both quite again.

Suddenly Brendon started to laughed again “What?” Ryan asked, a bit strained “Pete?” Brendon questioned. Ryan blushed again “Yes…” Brendon laughed again “What? Have you seen that man? He’s like a sex god on earth!” he stuttered a bit in his breathing “Don’t judge me!” Ryan blushed a deeper red, as Brendon continued to laughed.

“No, no! It’s not that! I know! He is a walking sex god!” he took a breath “So we have both fucked with Pete then?” Ryan looked shocked “He…he got you to then?” Brendon nodded. Both boys looked at each other, with almost judgment in their eyes, before they both burst out laughing.

“Wow…” Ryan and Brendon both sighed together. Ryan swung his legs outside of the bunk, and picked his shirt off the floor, pulling it over his head. Brendon moved in next to him, and did the same, quickly pulling his pants and boxers on as well.

Brendon moved fast and picked up Ryan’s pants, quickly taking off through the bus “Uh!” Ryan called out, instantly laughing. He tried to pull on his boxers, while running, but failed several times.

They chased each other around the bus, Brendon being insanely skillful at it, for a few minutes, before Ryan finally tackled him from behind, pinning him quickly to the ground in the front of the bus, by the door.

He tried to reach up to his pants, but Brendon wrapped his legs tightly around Ryan’s hips, keeping him in place, lifting the pants far above his head.

“God damn it Bden!” Ryan cursed, trying again to each his pants, laughing at his failure “Fuuuck!” he complained, jumping again. Brendon laughed, still keeping him in place. “Maybe you should be on top next time…” Brendon suggested, giggling. Ryan stopped, and noticed the position that Brendon had forced him into.

Ryan giggled “Bitch…” he leaned down to Brendon’s face, and kissed him. Brendon dropped Ryan’s pants back on the ground, and wrapped his arms around Ryan’s next, tightening his legs a bit.

Ryan reached up, and pulled his pant back to him.

He just had started to pull them on, with one hand on Brendon’s flat stomach, and the other on his pants, when the door to the bus opened to Jon and Spencer, who both, immediately went white.

“Ur…um…” Spencer said, as Jon just moved his mouth trying to make words “We…um…yeah…and…really?…okay…um…yea… so…right…” Spencer turned around, and walked out of the bus, walking slowly around the corner, eyes focused straight forward. Jon just stood at the door with his mouth hanging open.

Ryan and Brendon continued on in the position, with the exception of Ryan continuing on with his pants, and Brendon letting his hand fall back to the ground.

“Okay…well now we have some explaining to do…” Brendon remarked dryly. Ryan just rolled his eyes and shook his head “Whoopee…”