Three is a Magic Number (Ch.7)
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slashxmistressTitle:Three is a Magic Number
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slashxmistress
Rating:NC17 overall
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan/Jon
POV: third
Summary: Little bit of Boisecks anyone?
Disclaimer: Totally not true. The boys are not mine, but I like to play with them.
Author Notes: This story is pretty much finished. I'll post a new chapter every few days maybe sooner if you comment. Beta'd by the lovely and awesomeimafyrebyrd
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Maybe drunken Guitar Hero hadn't been the best idea ever. After half the bottle was gone and they had lost the joy of being upright, the night had taken a turn. Side by side on the floor, backs against the couch, they decided this was where they should stay, toasting to Ryan (the bitch) and drowning their sorrows.
" I should have known better." Brendon whined. 'I should know he wouldn't want me."
"What? Don't be silly. I'm surprised he doesn't. He must be in denial, what with all the looks between you and the sexual tension... really, I'm the deluded one here." Jon grimaced as he threw back another shot.
"Yeah right. You're the great Jon Walker, the "savior of the band", you're so cool and great and you actually understand half of the stuff he rambles on about. What the hell am I? The band spaz. The dork everyone tolerates because he makes them laugh occasionally. What do I have to offer Ryan?
"Are you serious, Brendon? Other than being the most fucking amazing musician I know? You're funny and sweet and caring and drop dead gorgeous. Look at yourself then look at me."
"I am looking at you ." Brendon's gaze was suddenly soft and focused only on Jon.
"Yeah exactly, you see what I mean - plain, ordinary, boring even, I'm not..."
Jon was suddenly cut off by Brendon's lips. Soft and tasting of limes, but aggressively attacking his own. He had a moment of what the fuck? and then his body took over and he was kissing back and tasting Brendon and wow...who knew? Jon always knew Brendon's mouth was sinful, but he'd never actually thought about what that meant.
Brendon didn't know what had come over him. Jon said look at him. So he looked. Really looked. Tousled sex hair-check, warm, soulful brown eyes -check, sexy bad-boy scruff- check... and then he got caught on the mouth. Soft sensual lips that he'd never really noticed before and they just looked so delicious. He just wanted a taste, really. But suddenly he was straddling Jon's lap and leaning him back into the couch and thinking this...this is what Ryan ran away from? Is he insane ?
My best friend is in my lap, kissing the shit out of me! Any thoughts Jon had of protesting flew out the window when Brendon's kisses moved to his throat and he found his own hands on Brendon's perfect ass. He was suddenly so hard it would have been embarrassing if Brendon wasn't obviously in the same predicament. His hands, now on Brendon's hips, pulled down as his own hips arched up, grinding them together in just the best way and a gasp escaped from his lips.
Brendon's hands had found their way under Jon's shirt and now he sat back and tugged it over his head. "Jesus but you taste good." He leaned in again and his mouth sought out the spot on Jon's throat that would make him moan and arch up like that again.
"I think uhhhhm ... we need mmmmmnnggh ...naked." Another great Jon Walker idea!
Brendon stood up and pulled his shirt off then looked down at Jon who was watching intently as he undid his pants and slid them off too.
"God. You're beautiful, B." Jon sounded awestruck and he reached out and pulled Brendon down, his own pants open but forgotten. He ran his hands worshipfully across Brendon's chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and oh! he just couldn't help himself ... it was right there!
'Oh holy shit!" Brendon cried out as Jon's mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly sucked him in. Jon's tongue was doing wonderful things along his shaft and it was all he could do to keep from bucking forward. But then Jon's hands were on his ass pulling him forward and and taking him all... the way... into his hot, wet, sucking mouth and Jesus! he was going to cum in 30 seconds if he didn't do something.
"Jon ahh, Jon?"
"Hmmmm?" Jon looked up without missing a beat.
"C'mere." Brendon pulled him up to his feet and kissed him hard. "I thought you wanted to be naked." He slipped his hands into Jon's pants and shoved them down and Jon stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Brendon just stood there for a minute, taking him in.
"What?"
"How can you not know how hot you are?"
Then they were kissing again. Mouth to mouth, skin to skin, tongues entwined and cocks sliding together in the most tantalizing way and Jon never even thought that he might regret it later. He knew what he wanted.
"Wanna fuck you, B." he muttered into Brendon's mouth. "I want to take you, right here, right now."
"Oh JesusGodFuck yes." Brendon sank back onto the couch before his trembling legs betrayed him.
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Ryan slipped in the door quietly hoping to make it to his room without confrontation. He almost didn't see the bodies on the couch and he almost kept walking when he did. But his curiosity got the better of him. His breath caught as he approached the couch and saw Jon and Brendon, naked, totally wrapped in each other, looks of bliss on both of their faces. They looked so beautiful. If he felt the stab of pain, he ignored it. This solved his problem didn't it? Besides, he thought they both deserved better than him. They would be good together. They had always been so close. It made sense.
Gently, so as not to wake them, he placed a kiss on each of their heads then went to his room and let the tears come.
No one had heard Spencer come home and slip into the dark kitchen. No one saw him sitting in the dark, contemplating. Brendon and Jon had been too caught up in each other. Ryan too intent on sneaking in and then fixated on the pair on the couch.
But Spencer? Spencer saw (and heard) everything.
NEXT
Author:
slashxmistress Rating:NC17 overall
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan/Jon
POV: third
Summary: Little bit of Boisecks anyone?
Disclaimer: Totally not true. The boys are not mine, but I like to play with them.
Author Notes: This story is pretty much finished. I'll post a new chapter every few days maybe sooner if you comment. Beta'd by the lovely and awesome
imafyrebyrd One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Maybe drunken Guitar Hero hadn't been the best idea ever. After half the bottle was gone and they had lost the joy of being upright, the night had taken a turn. Side by side on the floor, backs against the couch, they decided this was where they should stay, toasting to Ryan (the bitch) and drowning their sorrows.
" I should have known better." Brendon whined. 'I should know he wouldn't want me."
"What? Don't be silly. I'm surprised he doesn't. He must be in denial, what with all the looks between you and the sexual tension... really, I'm the deluded one here." Jon grimaced as he threw back another shot.
"Yeah right. You're the great Jon Walker, the "savior of the band", you're so cool and great and you actually understand half of the stuff he rambles on about. What the hell am I? The band spaz. The dork everyone tolerates because he makes them laugh occasionally. What do I have to offer Ryan?
"Are you serious, Brendon? Other than being the most fucking amazing musician I know? You're funny and sweet and caring and drop dead gorgeous. Look at yourself then look at me."
"I am looking at you ." Brendon's gaze was suddenly soft and focused only on Jon.
"Yeah exactly, you see what I mean - plain, ordinary, boring even, I'm not..."
Jon was suddenly cut off by Brendon's lips. Soft and tasting of limes, but aggressively attacking his own. He had a moment of what the fuck? and then his body took over and he was kissing back and tasting Brendon and wow...who knew? Jon always knew Brendon's mouth was sinful, but he'd never actually thought about what that meant.
Brendon didn't know what had come over him. Jon said look at him. So he looked. Really looked. Tousled sex hair-check, warm, soulful brown eyes -check, sexy bad-boy scruff- check... and then he got caught on the mouth. Soft sensual lips that he'd never really noticed before and they just looked so delicious. He just wanted a taste, really. But suddenly he was straddling Jon's lap and leaning him back into the couch and thinking this...this is what Ryan ran away from? Is he insane ?
My best friend is in my lap, kissing the shit out of me! Any thoughts Jon had of protesting flew out the window when Brendon's kisses moved to his throat and he found his own hands on Brendon's perfect ass. He was suddenly so hard it would have been embarrassing if Brendon wasn't obviously in the same predicament. His hands, now on Brendon's hips, pulled down as his own hips arched up, grinding them together in just the best way and a gasp escaped from his lips.
Brendon's hands had found their way under Jon's shirt and now he sat back and tugged it over his head. "Jesus but you taste good." He leaned in again and his mouth sought out the spot on Jon's throat that would make him moan and arch up like that again.
"I think uhhhhm ... we need mmmmmnnggh ...naked." Another great Jon Walker idea!
Brendon stood up and pulled his shirt off then looked down at Jon who was watching intently as he undid his pants and slid them off too.
"God. You're beautiful, B." Jon sounded awestruck and he reached out and pulled Brendon down, his own pants open but forgotten. He ran his hands worshipfully across Brendon's chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and oh! he just couldn't help himself ... it was right there!
'Oh holy shit!" Brendon cried out as Jon's mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and slowly sucked him in. Jon's tongue was doing wonderful things along his shaft and it was all he could do to keep from bucking forward. But then Jon's hands were on his ass pulling him forward and and taking him all... the way... into his hot, wet, sucking mouth and Jesus! he was going to cum in 30 seconds if he didn't do something.
"Jon ahh, Jon?"
"Hmmmm?" Jon looked up without missing a beat.
"C'mere." Brendon pulled him up to his feet and kissed him hard. "I thought you wanted to be naked." He slipped his hands into Jon's pants and shoved them down and Jon stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Brendon just stood there for a minute, taking him in.
"What?"
"How can you not know how hot you are?"
Then they were kissing again. Mouth to mouth, skin to skin, tongues entwined and cocks sliding together in the most tantalizing way and Jon never even thought that he might regret it later. He knew what he wanted.
"Wanna fuck you, B." he muttered into Brendon's mouth. "I want to take you, right here, right now."
"Oh JesusGodFuck yes." Brendon sank back onto the couch before his trembling legs betrayed him.
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Ryan slipped in the door quietly hoping to make it to his room without confrontation. He almost didn't see the bodies on the couch and he almost kept walking when he did. But his curiosity got the better of him. His breath caught as he approached the couch and saw Jon and Brendon, naked, totally wrapped in each other, looks of bliss on both of their faces. They looked so beautiful. If he felt the stab of pain, he ignored it. This solved his problem didn't it? Besides, he thought they both deserved better than him. They would be good together. They had always been so close. It made sense.
Gently, so as not to wake them, he placed a kiss on each of their heads then went to his room and let the tears come.
No one had heard Spencer come home and slip into the dark kitchen. No one saw him sitting in the dark, contemplating. Brendon and Jon had been too caught up in each other. Ryan too intent on sneaking in and then fixated on the pair on the couch.
But Spencer? Spencer saw (and heard) everything.
NEXT
