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A little bit of lying, a little bit of shi*, a little bit of broken-heart to make this party pits.
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Tricky little chapter here, but I made it XD
I'm sorry if the chapters are messed up, I'm havng a little trouble with my connection and don't know if it's going through.
Please review?
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Suddenly, Ryan's face was the only thing in the crowds. Suddenly, Ryan was leaning forwards-and then Brendon died.
His lips were soft; they rubbed against Brendon's for a second and then a soft, warm tongue flicked out and moistened his lips, parting them, begging for entrance-and Brendon, too shocked to do anything else, accepted. Ryan's tongue began to explore his mouth, while under the table his hands reached out to hold Brendon's waist, moving closer to his groin and then connecting-
Brendon jumped away from the table, shocked, suddenly realising what was happening. He only had a second to feel happy before he noticed the hurt expression on Ryan's face. 'Did I do something w-wrong?' he whimpered, eyes wide. 'No, no, of course not,' Brendon said quickly, and Ryan's face lit up slightly. 'I just gotta go to the bathroom for a sec, okay? I won't be long.'
Ryan's face fell ever so slightly, but he nodded. 'I'll be waiting.'
I know.
In the bathroom, Brendon stared desperately in to a mirror, practically tearing at his hair. He couldn't do this.
Ryan actually felt the same way, and Brendon just couldn't return the feelings, as much as he felt them. He wasn't allowed-and even if he could, it was so dangerous, especially with Ryan's blood singing to him so loudly. Even kissing him, even not responding to the kiss, it was hard for Brendon not to lean forwards and sink his fangs in to Ryan's neck.
But even greater than his thirst was the warm, hot feeling in his stomach every time he looked at Ryan, the sudden joy and rush of strength-like when he'd just had singing blood. It was amazing, it was pure; and it was love, Brendon was sure of that. He'd never felt like this about anyone before-it was typical of him that the one person he was head over heels in love with, he could never have. Even if he wanted him, and even if Ryan wanted him back.
'Bren?' he could just hear the soft, silky voice now, just picture the face by the door, all curious and pouting. 'A-are you okay?'
and then Brendon realised it wasn't his imagination, Ryan really was standing at the bathroom door-but before he could do anything, Ryan's hands were on his waist and he was being pushed against the wall, feeling another man's erection pressing between his hips-Ryan's.
Spots danced behind Brendon's eyes as he felt his own erection stirring, reacting. 'Ry,' he croaked, but Ryan seemed to take that as a yes in some way, because the shy, sparkle-eyed boy was suddenly leaning closer, his mouth at Brendon's neck-ugh, his sweet, long neck was so close, Brendon could taste his blood all ready, and it was physically painful to resist. But he had to.
'What's wrong?' Ryan asked hesitantly, when Brendon still hadn't really done or said anything, and his shirt was already half-undone. 'You want me to stop?'
No!
He couldn't voice the word. In all truth, yes, he did sort of want to say no, but he... he had to say yes.
'Yes. Ryan, I'm sorry.
I just don't feel the same way.'
I'm sorry if the chapters are messed up, I'm havng a little trouble with my connection and don't know if it's going through.
Please review?
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Suddenly, Ryan's face was the only thing in the crowds. Suddenly, Ryan was leaning forwards-and then Brendon died.
His lips were soft; they rubbed against Brendon's for a second and then a soft, warm tongue flicked out and moistened his lips, parting them, begging for entrance-and Brendon, too shocked to do anything else, accepted. Ryan's tongue began to explore his mouth, while under the table his hands reached out to hold Brendon's waist, moving closer to his groin and then connecting-
Brendon jumped away from the table, shocked, suddenly realising what was happening. He only had a second to feel happy before he noticed the hurt expression on Ryan's face. 'Did I do something w-wrong?' he whimpered, eyes wide. 'No, no, of course not,' Brendon said quickly, and Ryan's face lit up slightly. 'I just gotta go to the bathroom for a sec, okay? I won't be long.'
Ryan's face fell ever so slightly, but he nodded. 'I'll be waiting.'
I know.
In the bathroom, Brendon stared desperately in to a mirror, practically tearing at his hair. He couldn't do this.
Ryan actually felt the same way, and Brendon just couldn't return the feelings, as much as he felt them. He wasn't allowed-and even if he could, it was so dangerous, especially with Ryan's blood singing to him so loudly. Even kissing him, even not responding to the kiss, it was hard for Brendon not to lean forwards and sink his fangs in to Ryan's neck.
But even greater than his thirst was the warm, hot feeling in his stomach every time he looked at Ryan, the sudden joy and rush of strength-like when he'd just had singing blood. It was amazing, it was pure; and it was love, Brendon was sure of that. He'd never felt like this about anyone before-it was typical of him that the one person he was head over heels in love with, he could never have. Even if he wanted him, and even if Ryan wanted him back.
'Bren?' he could just hear the soft, silky voice now, just picture the face by the door, all curious and pouting. 'A-are you okay?'
and then Brendon realised it wasn't his imagination, Ryan really was standing at the bathroom door-but before he could do anything, Ryan's hands were on his waist and he was being pushed against the wall, feeling another man's erection pressing between his hips-Ryan's.
Spots danced behind Brendon's eyes as he felt his own erection stirring, reacting. 'Ry,' he croaked, but Ryan seemed to take that as a yes in some way, because the shy, sparkle-eyed boy was suddenly leaning closer, his mouth at Brendon's neck-ugh, his sweet, long neck was so close, Brendon could taste his blood all ready, and it was physically painful to resist. But he had to.
'What's wrong?' Ryan asked hesitantly, when Brendon still hadn't really done or said anything, and his shirt was already half-undone. 'You want me to stop?'
No!
He couldn't voice the word. In all truth, yes, he did sort of want to say no, but he... he had to say yes.
'Yes. Ryan, I'm sorry.
I just don't feel the same way.'
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