Fic: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
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inkisrunningTitle: 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 9
Ryan woke up with a start. As soon as he realized he was awake, he felt heavy, like something was on him, keeping him down. He struggled with his body to try and get up but pain shot up through his arms and lower back. In his panic, he opened his mouth to scream but it came out muffled, almost silent in his ears. What the fuck is going on?.
"Hey, hey, Ryan, wake up."
Ryan heard this, but he didn't know where it was coming from and why the voice sounded so distant. "Spence!"
"Shhh, it was just a nightmare. Breathe, dude, breathe."
It took several breaths for Ryan to make the heavy feeling go away. He was sweating and his heart still pounded and his chest still ached. But he was okay. He looked up at his bestfriend, who was kneeling over him. "Where?"
"We all fell asleep in the living room."
Ryan nodded just as everything came into view. The coffee table. The scrabble game. The sofa. The fireplace. "Where is everyone?"
"Jon's taking a shower," Spencer said as he helped him up. "Bren and I got up about half an hour ago. By now he's probably eating the breakfast Jon made."
"Oh, well, let's eat then. I'm starved," Ryan said as he stretched, already forgetting his nightmare. Ryan took a step forward, towards the kitchen, but was stopped.
Spencer had gripped his arm but not tightly. His hand, just a soft pressure, held him back. Ryan stilled and met Spencer's gaze.
"There's this sandwich place that we passed... has a blue roof, not too far from here. Sandwiches decent?"
Ryan turned his head away, looking back at the kitchen. He knew what Spencer was really saying: You can't fool me, we're going to talk. And. I'm here. Ryan turned to look back at Spencer. "Yeah, not the best, but I'd say better than decent."
Spencer nodded.
Ryan relaxed into Spencer's touch, which deepened slightly. "I can't remember the last time you treated me to lunch. I'll have to keep my breakfast light."
Spencer laughed as they walked towards the kitchen. "Dude, the last time I treated you, you nearly cleaned the place out. And who said I'm treating you?"
"Spencer, you asked. I accepted. It's a date. So, obviously, you're paying. And you're in Panic! at the Disco, your wallet can afford me."
"You're mine, nobody could afford you," Jon said as he made his way from the hall, meeting them at the opening at the kitchen.
Ryan punched Jon playfully on the arm as he passed by.
Jon laughed. "Okay, firstly, oww. And secondly, Spencer, you're a good guy. I'll loan him out to you, how's that?"
Spencer held his hands up. "Hey, I don't even want him."
"Hey--" Ryan said, laughing.
"I'll take that loan," Brendon said around his mouthful of pancakes.
Jon took a second before responding, looking as if he was making a difficult decision. "Okay, but knowing you, you might bring him back damaged--what's my collateral?"
That earned him another punch from Ryan, who laughed.
"Fine, fine... dude, you can borrow him interest free. I forgot that this one bites. You'll be doing me a favor by taking him off my hands." Jon laughed as he evaded another blow from Ryan and caught his wrist.
Ryan tried to pull his hand free, but Jon held strong. He smiled as Jon caught his eye and pulled him close.
"Hey, hey, no kissing! I'm about to consume food here," Spencer said as he covered his eyes.
Jon laughed and placed a quick kiss on Ryan's nose before he released him.
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imstillryanross Im so starving
@imstillryanross then eat something, u walking stick! or get back with @SpencerSmith and @whoisbrendonurie
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TBC
A/N: Okay, don't be mad. I seriously was going to put the big reveal in this part, but then the characters just got out of hand. And I want to keep the parts short XD Also, please let me know if my typos and obscene grammar fails are too excessive, and I'll see about getting a beta. I am horrible at catching my own mistakes! The next part will probably be posted some time after Christmas.
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 9
Ryan woke up with a start. As soon as he realized he was awake, he felt heavy, like something was on him, keeping him down. He struggled with his body to try and get up but pain shot up through his arms and lower back. In his panic, he opened his mouth to scream but it came out muffled, almost silent in his ears. What the fuck is going on?.
"Hey, hey, Ryan, wake up."
Ryan heard this, but he didn't know where it was coming from and why the voice sounded so distant. "Spence!"
"Shhh, it was just a nightmare. Breathe, dude, breathe."
It took several breaths for Ryan to make the heavy feeling go away. He was sweating and his heart still pounded and his chest still ached. But he was okay. He looked up at his bestfriend, who was kneeling over him. "Where?"
"We all fell asleep in the living room."
Ryan nodded just as everything came into view. The coffee table. The scrabble game. The sofa. The fireplace. "Where is everyone?"
"Jon's taking a shower," Spencer said as he helped him up. "Bren and I got up about half an hour ago. By now he's probably eating the breakfast Jon made."
"Oh, well, let's eat then. I'm starved," Ryan said as he stretched, already forgetting his nightmare. Ryan took a step forward, towards the kitchen, but was stopped.
Spencer had gripped his arm but not tightly. His hand, just a soft pressure, held him back. Ryan stilled and met Spencer's gaze.
"There's this sandwich place that we passed... has a blue roof, not too far from here. Sandwiches decent?"
Ryan turned his head away, looking back at the kitchen. He knew what Spencer was really saying: You can't fool me, we're going to talk. And. I'm here. Ryan turned to look back at Spencer. "Yeah, not the best, but I'd say better than decent."
Spencer nodded.
Ryan relaxed into Spencer's touch, which deepened slightly. "I can't remember the last time you treated me to lunch. I'll have to keep my breakfast light."
Spencer laughed as they walked towards the kitchen. "Dude, the last time I treated you, you nearly cleaned the place out. And who said I'm treating you?"
"Spencer, you asked. I accepted. It's a date. So, obviously, you're paying. And you're in Panic! at the Disco, your wallet can afford me."
"You're mine, nobody could afford you," Jon said as he made his way from the hall, meeting them at the opening at the kitchen.
Ryan punched Jon playfully on the arm as he passed by.
Jon laughed. "Okay, firstly, oww. And secondly, Spencer, you're a good guy. I'll loan him out to you, how's that?"
Spencer held his hands up. "Hey, I don't even want him."
"Hey--" Ryan said, laughing.
"I'll take that loan," Brendon said around his mouthful of pancakes.
Jon took a second before responding, looking as if he was making a difficult decision. "Okay, but knowing you, you might bring him back damaged--what's my collateral?"
That earned him another punch from Ryan, who laughed.
"Fine, fine... dude, you can borrow him interest free. I forgot that this one bites. You'll be doing me a favor by taking him off my hands." Jon laughed as he evaded another blow from Ryan and caught his wrist.
Ryan tried to pull his hand free, but Jon held strong. He smiled as Jon caught his eye and pulled him close.
"Hey, hey, no kissing! I'm about to consume food here," Spencer said as he covered his eyes.
Jon laughed and placed a quick kiss on Ryan's nose before he released him.
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imstillryanross Im so starving
@imstillryanross then eat something, u walking stick! or get back with @SpencerSmith and @whoisbrendonurie
====================================================
TBC
A/N: Okay, don't be mad. I seriously was going to put the big reveal in this part, but then the characters just got out of hand. And I want to keep the parts short XD Also, please let me know if my typos and obscene grammar fails are too excessive, and I'll see about getting a beta. I am horrible at catching my own mistakes! The next part will probably be posted some time after Christmas.
