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inkisrunning) wrote2010-10-29 05:49 pm
inkisrunning) wrote2010-10-29 05:49 pm
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Fic: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
Title: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end)
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 6
When Ryan walked into the room he watched Jon hug Spencer and clap Brendon on the back as they walked through the door.
"Hey, Jon, wanna bring in the other--Fuck! Ry, what happened to your face?"
Ryan's eyes widened, he forgot about the lingering cuts and bruises.
Brendon had dropped his bag where he was standing and within the next second, he was inches away from Ryan, touching, lightly, his cheek.
And Ryan flinched, taking a step back. A second too late, he realized what happened. He opened his eyes to see Brendon's hand drop. To make his reaction worse, Ryan's eyes had flown of its own accord to meet Jon's.
Brendon caught the exchange and also took a step back, confusion and hurt clearly written on his face.
Ryan wanted to explain that it was a mistake, that he got the wrong idea. That he didn't mean to back away. He was just surprised. That was all. But he just couldn't get the words out.
Spencer cleared his throat. "And looks like your hand is all messed up." Spencer nodded to Jon. "Are you guys like in some kind of fight club?"
Jon rolled his eyes. Even if they were in Fight Club, they wouldn't be able to talk about it.
"Just got robbed," Ryan said, talking for the first time since they arrived. "But don't worry, I made it out alive. Jon saved me." Ryan smiled at Spencer and then tried to make eye contact with Jon, but he was busy staring into space, like he was looking through him.
"No fuck you are alive. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you joke about something like this? What if--" Spencer cut his words and growled in frustration, and erased the thought that Ryan could have died. "Man, if there is a next time, and fuck I hope there isn't a next time, just throw them the damn money or whatever the fuck they want and run. If you don't, I'll fucking kill you myself."
"Okay, okay. I know. It was stupid," Ryan said as he took a step toward Spencer.
And Spencer quickly closed the rest of the gap between them and pulled Ryan into a hug. "You're such a fucking idiot."
Ryan grinned into Spencer's collar. "And you're such a fucking sap." They stood there in each others arms, breathing each other in. Ryan's smile faded when he tried to recall the last time they had hugged. He thought and thought and thought. He couldn't remember. He breathed Spencer in and then realized that no, he did remember. They last hugged after the lunch they had when they were talking about splitting up. They had seen each other after that, however, things had changed. Ryan gripped the material of Spencer's shirt, bunching it up as he tightened his hold. Actually going through with the split was hard, but not being able to be with Spencer, his best friend for nineteen years, on a daily basis was the hardest thing he's ever done in his life. They had been together longer than they were apart.
Ryan knew he messed up by not telling Spencer the whole story, but he decided that would have to wait when they were alone. Ryan slowly loosened his grip and tried to take a step back to give Spencer back his personal space, but realized that something was preventing him.
At some point, Brendon had come up behind him and hugged him, holding him in place.
Ryan lifted his head, blinked back tears, and saw that Jon was pressed against Spencer's back.
Jon raised his head when he felt that Ryan was looking at him. Their eyes met and held.
Ryan thought he saw sadness in Jon's eyes, but it was gone so fast that he wondered if it was there at all.
Jon smiled at Ryan over Spencer's shoulder, they were so close that he could have brushed his lips against Ryan's, but that would have to wait for a more appropriate time.
Ryan's lip quirked and Jon wondered if he read his thoughts. Ryan answered his silent question when he placed a chaste kiss upon his lips.
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tobejonwalker fixing a hole
@tobejonwalker you are such a beatle wannabe
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After they ate lunch, Jon checked his messages and chuckled to himself. He looked up when Ryan came over.
"What's up?"
Jon smiled and shook his head. He handed Ryan the phone.
"You should know by now, everything is a beatles reference," Ryan said, as he handed him a beer before he walked off.
Jon chuckled again, wondering if Ryan was being sarcastic or not. Whatever the case, he didn't think about it for too long as he stood and followed Ryan into the bedroom.
TBC
A/N: Okay, so, a little personal note. I'm leaving for the Philippines on Monday. I'll be returning the 20th. I'm mentioning this because I won't be able to update the story till then. This part was cut because I didn't want to leave any cliffhangers XD. Thanks for reading. And thank you so much for those who commented <3 Comments feed the muse.
I promise the next part actual stuff WILL happen :)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end)
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 6
When Ryan walked into the room he watched Jon hug Spencer and clap Brendon on the back as they walked through the door.
"Hey, Jon, wanna bring in the other--Fuck! Ry, what happened to your face?"
Ryan's eyes widened, he forgot about the lingering cuts and bruises.
Brendon had dropped his bag where he was standing and within the next second, he was inches away from Ryan, touching, lightly, his cheek.
And Ryan flinched, taking a step back. A second too late, he realized what happened. He opened his eyes to see Brendon's hand drop. To make his reaction worse, Ryan's eyes had flown of its own accord to meet Jon's.
Brendon caught the exchange and also took a step back, confusion and hurt clearly written on his face.
Ryan wanted to explain that it was a mistake, that he got the wrong idea. That he didn't mean to back away. He was just surprised. That was all. But he just couldn't get the words out.
Spencer cleared his throat. "And looks like your hand is all messed up." Spencer nodded to Jon. "Are you guys like in some kind of fight club?"
Jon rolled his eyes. Even if they were in Fight Club, they wouldn't be able to talk about it.
"Just got robbed," Ryan said, talking for the first time since they arrived. "But don't worry, I made it out alive. Jon saved me." Ryan smiled at Spencer and then tried to make eye contact with Jon, but he was busy staring into space, like he was looking through him.
"No fuck you are alive. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you joke about something like this? What if--" Spencer cut his words and growled in frustration, and erased the thought that Ryan could have died. "Man, if there is a next time, and fuck I hope there isn't a next time, just throw them the damn money or whatever the fuck they want and run. If you don't, I'll fucking kill you myself."
"Okay, okay. I know. It was stupid," Ryan said as he took a step toward Spencer.
And Spencer quickly closed the rest of the gap between them and pulled Ryan into a hug. "You're such a fucking idiot."
Ryan grinned into Spencer's collar. "And you're such a fucking sap." They stood there in each others arms, breathing each other in. Ryan's smile faded when he tried to recall the last time they had hugged. He thought and thought and thought. He couldn't remember. He breathed Spencer in and then realized that no, he did remember. They last hugged after the lunch they had when they were talking about splitting up. They had seen each other after that, however, things had changed. Ryan gripped the material of Spencer's shirt, bunching it up as he tightened his hold. Actually going through with the split was hard, but not being able to be with Spencer, his best friend for nineteen years, on a daily basis was the hardest thing he's ever done in his life. They had been together longer than they were apart.
Ryan knew he messed up by not telling Spencer the whole story, but he decided that would have to wait when they were alone. Ryan slowly loosened his grip and tried to take a step back to give Spencer back his personal space, but realized that something was preventing him.
At some point, Brendon had come up behind him and hugged him, holding him in place.
Ryan lifted his head, blinked back tears, and saw that Jon was pressed against Spencer's back.
Jon raised his head when he felt that Ryan was looking at him. Their eyes met and held.
Ryan thought he saw sadness in Jon's eyes, but it was gone so fast that he wondered if it was there at all.
Jon smiled at Ryan over Spencer's shoulder, they were so close that he could have brushed his lips against Ryan's, but that would have to wait for a more appropriate time.
Ryan's lip quirked and Jon wondered if he read his thoughts. Ryan answered his silent question when he placed a chaste kiss upon his lips.
=============================================
tobejonwalker fixing a hole
@tobejonwalker you are such a beatle wannabe
=============================================
After they ate lunch, Jon checked his messages and chuckled to himself. He looked up when Ryan came over.
"What's up?"
Jon smiled and shook his head. He handed Ryan the phone.
"You should know by now, everything is a beatles reference," Ryan said, as he handed him a beer before he walked off.
Jon chuckled again, wondering if Ryan was being sarcastic or not. Whatever the case, he didn't think about it for too long as he stood and followed Ryan into the bedroom.
TBC
A/N: Okay, so, a little personal note. I'm leaving for the Philippines on Monday. I'll be returning the 20th. I'm mentioning this because I won't be able to update the story till then. This part was cut because I didn't want to leave any cliffhangers XD. Thanks for reading. And thank you so much for those who commented <3 Comments feed the muse.
I promise the next part actual stuff WILL happen :)
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Also, thank you for reminding me why I stay away from twitter <3
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Haha I stopped reading the comments shortly after the split. However, I check every now and then because I'm just so damn curious whether people are getting over the split. I want to see the hateful comments disappear. Also, I've noticed the hate comments are very unbalanced between the four boys. It sucks.
No problem haha
Thank you for commenting :)
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and yay for posting to comms! have fun at the philippines :DDDD
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Anyway, thank you for telling me to. :)
Haha I plan to have fun :) I'll also have plenty of time to daydream the next part on the plane ride hehehe
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And thanks, I do hope fun is to be had :D More to come, hopefully before December arrives. :D