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Prom Night ‘Ryden’ Ch. 13

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“Come on Bren,” Ryan tugged at Brendon’s hand as he led him out of the school; this detention gave them some new respect for Ms. Cancel.

“Ryan, are you okay?” Ryan stopped dead in his tracks and gave Brendon an intimidating glare.

“Am, I okay?! Brendon, I’m not the one who refuses to open up to his boyfriend!” As soon as the words left Ryan’s mouth, he knew he regretted them. Brendon looked hurt, and Ryan knew he shouldn’t have yelled at him for something pointless. It felt a little awkward to call him his boyfriend, but that was the only pleasant thing at the moment.

“I’m sorry…,” Brendon managed to mumble, unlinking his hand with Ryan’s and staring down at his feet. He was taking extra notice of the grass.

“No, Brendon, I am. Sorry I yelled, sorry that I can’t help you feel better. I’m just sorry for all I put you through…but I must know, is something wrong?” A distressed Ryan placed a hand on his neck.

Brendon’s hand desperately searched for Ryan’s and their hands were intertwined once again. He shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong.”

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“James, where’s Brendon?”

“How the hell should I know Martha, he’s your son.” Martha directed a disgusted glance towards her husband.

“So he’s not your son?”

“He’s a parasite that feeds off our money, and nothing more or less.”

“James, how can you say such a horrendous thing?” Martha inquired, rather shockingly.

“What good has he ever served us, answer me just that and then voice your true opinion.”

“James, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately.  It’s like you don’t even care about this family anymore.”

To her shock, and mouth agape, James got up from his chair at the kitchen table and walked begrudgingly over to Martha. His face was red, and anger flashed throughout him along with the adrenaline creeping up.

“That stupid boy has never appreciated our religion.  Before you say anything else, it’s not just that, but also the fact that he’s ruining his life. No one in this family ever had a GPA below 3.5. He got kicked off a sports team for getting too many detentions. Detentions, Martha, detentions! Now I want you to honestly tell me whether you’ll actually be happy if he lives with us for the rest of his life.” The house shook at James’ monstrous voice, the one that brought tears to Martha’s face.

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“Mhmm, so much for the project,” Brendon retorted accompanied by a chuckle. It was the first Ryan had seen him smile all day. It was nice to have the person he fell in love with back in his arms.

Brendon placed delicate kisses on Ryan’s neck as he stood between his legs on his bed. When the trail of kisses finally led to Ryan’s plush lips, Brendon caressed Ryan’s cheek, never realizing before how soft it really was, almost like baby skin.

“Well we are working on the project.” Ryan managed to respond as he caught his breath through Brendon’s breaks in between kisses.

“How so?” Brendon softly moaned, moving his mouth to chew on Ryan’s collarbone.

“We’re supposed to have a collection of our favorite moments, right?” Brendon bit Ryan’s soft skin in response, licking it to relieve any pain.

“I could just bring you in, Brendon. Every moment spent with you was--is my favorite. I love you.”

Brendon stopped his wandering mouth. He stared at Ryan, genuinely. His eyes were glazing ever curve, strand of hair and barely visible freckle. Something inside him pulled at his heart strings and clouded his brain, and all his thoughts. He pulled himself closer to Ryan and gave him a long and hard kiss. This feeling was new, yet all the while familiar somehow.

“I love you, too. You’re my favorite moment. You’re my everything.” Without thinking, Brendon led his hands up Ryan’s shirt and started undoing the buttons from the inside. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but with Ryan he never was. The feeling he got was always right, and thinking would be useless.

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James locked himself in his home office. He needed to drown out Martha’s sobs.  In his mind, he was always correct, no matter the situation, but most of the situations he’d been in, he was only right to ensure no one got hurt. So why did he feel horrible, and why was his wife crying. She never had before.

He got up in frenzy after running his hands over his forehead, and left his chair spinning. When he reached the kitchen to grab his coat and car keys, he ignored a questioning stare from Martha.

Arriving at the garage to take his Saturn out for a spin, a thought suddenly struck him and he sprinted back into the house.

“Martha?!”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Ryan, why do you always question me about these things?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want you to regret anything in the future. You’ve made me the happiest that I can be, and I don’t want to drag you down…you always have a chance to pull out of this, if you don’t want to be together.”

“Ugh, Ryan, why do you make our relationship sound like some stupid competition that you can just quit? It’s not. I’ve never felt so good…ever. Not the way I am when with you.”  Ryan just smiled and pleasantly kissed Brendon as he handed him a condom and a small bottle.

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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’ve just been distressed. I shouldn’t have released it on you.” James was holding his wife in a tight embrace, close to squeezing the living daylights out of her. She snuggled her head against her husband’s chest.

“Come on; let’s go for a drive, Mar.” She lifted her head from her current position and smiled at him.

For the first time in years, the married couple was holding hands. Mr. Urie walked Martha to the passenger door and opened it for her, taking a bow.

“Well here you go, my beautiful lady.” He managed to get a laugh from her at his sad attempt at a British accent. As he went back around the car, he noticed something in the dim garage light. It was the metal reflecting the light from the bumper, but the bumper was discolored. It was damaged, specifically crushed at one corner. James couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice this earlier and that he had just looked at the car now.

“Martha!” He yelled.

She meekly glanced up at him, hoping to avoid another tamper tantrum. Instead of words, this time it was actions. He snatched a card from her hand. She didn’t have it with her earlier, so she must have found it in the car. It looked to be an ID card, a license rather. In the left hand corner was a picture of a hazel-eyed boy, and next to the picture the name ‘George Ryan Ross’ was printed in bold Arial font.

“To answer your question, I know where Brendon is. And I know where he will be when I’m through with him.” Martha gasped, a little worried but she didn’t say anything as she was frozen in fear. Her husband slammed the driver’s car door shut and pulled out of the garage and driveway, hastily.

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Brendon had never done this before, but the feeling of being inside Ryan was so great.  He kissed his neck after every thrust, and felt surer of his feelings as he did so. His hands worked on Ryan’s cock, and although he thought it would feel awkward, it didn’t at all.

Maybe it was that dizzying rush he got every time Ryan would scream out his name in pleasure, or maybe it was just the fact that the slightest touch of skin sent shivers up his spine which made the moment feel so right. His feelings had been so pent up lately, his emotions bottled, but being inside Ryan made him so relaxed. It made him feel beautiful. Someone cared for him, and he cared back. He smiled as he thought about putting this in his project. Yeah, anal sex would give him an ‘A’…well it at least starts with an ‘A’.

After both boys had reached their peaks, they snuggled up against one another. Silence accompanied them. The snuggling wasn’t new to Brendon, but like everything else today it felt extraordinarily amazing. Like going to the beach and feeling the squishy sand underneath your feet for the first time. It’s a new feeling, and it feels good but your mind wanders off and thinks about how it could get bad, as if a seagull would swoop in and steal your chips and then your whole day would be ruined.

“Brendon, are you okay?” More tears stained Ryan’s chest and he didn’t receive a response.

“Brendon?”

“You wanna know what’s wrong, Ryan?” Ryan pulled Brendon even closer and stroked his hair. His fingers were shaking as he wiped Brendon’s tears away.

“What’s wrong, Bren?”

“Everything besides you Ryan…everything…” Ryan wasn’t sure what to do at this point, he didn’t want to make Brendon feel even worse by asking him to explain what he meant by ‘everything’, but he didn’t have time to do anything else as the doorbell rang.

Brendon rubbed his eyes. “Are you parents home, what are we going to do?” He panicked.

“No, it’s not them, Dad’s on trial till Wednesday, I’m pretty sure it’s just one of the neighbors.” Ryan quickly put on a random pair of boxers and Brendon’s shirt by accident. He pressed his lips to Brendon’s forehead and left a small wet kiss.

“I’ll be right back, please don’t cry Bren.” Brendon just sniffled and hugged the empty space where Ryan had previously lain.

Ryan opened the door expecting to see one of his neighbors checking up on him, probably Ms. Malloy, she’d been the caring grandma he never had, always checking to make sure he was fine, and always buying him candy and giving out hugs.

The door slowly creaked open, as if time itself was slowing down. It revealed a man with barely brown hair, a slick smirk on his face, and he eyed Ryan head to toe; interrogating him with only his eyes. Brendon groggily came into view behind Ryan, coming down the hall draped in only a tight pair of boxers which obviously belonged to Ryan. When his eyes came into focus on the figure in front of him, he felt nauseous. As if almost by instinct, he grabbed Ryan’s hand and squeezed it until it became a pale white color.