Backdated Fic Take Three
Mar. 23rd, 2003 12:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarylullabiezEventually, things got sorted out.
Hayden and Ewan came to get their things. Hayden and Ryan started talking, and… little pieces clicked into place as Hayden described events, told Ryan what little he remembered about sleeping with Ewan. Ryan blinked.
“It’s called Rohypnol,” he said, in a very quiet and dangerous voice. Then he turned around and punched through the dry wall. Twice. He pulled back to have a third go at it, but a sudden sound from Hayden stopped him. He turned around and saw Hayden, sitting on the bed staring at nothing. Hayden’s body jerked suddenly, and a hopeless sob tore out of him. Ryan was wrapped around him before he was even aware he had moved.
“My brother and my friend…both…God…I’m such a whore….” Ryan shushed him and murmured nothings and comforts while Hayden cried until he got hiccups.
Down the hall retrieving his belongings, Ewan heard the thud of Ryan’s fist coming though the wall. He’d started, but dismissed the sound, and continued packing up his things. Several moments later, he headed down to Ryan’s room to retrieve Hayden, but stopped short when he heard rhythmic squeaking through the door. He was about to burst in when he felt the tingle in his spine of someone standing very close behind him, followed by the sensation of what was unmistakably Jude’s tongue on his ear.
“Go while the going’s good,” Jude whispered, and then sauntered down the hall with a rather enticing look at Ewan over his shoulder. Ewan, ever greedy, only hesitated for the barest second before following him.
Five hours later, Ryan woke from his nap and wrestled with the idea of getting out of bed. Forty-five minutes worth of confession and apology and two and a half hours of sex could take it out of man. Ryan lifted his hand lazily and trailed a fingertip down Hayden’s cheek.
Sex with Hayden was nothing short of epiphanic on a regular basis, but this was the third or fourth time that he had woken up with Hayden in his bed, after a bout of time spent believing that the last time such a thing had happened had truly been the last time. And it had been so good. Ryan had been as ferocious and gentle and rough and sweet and giving and demanding and gracious as he knew how to be. He’d been terrified the entire time that he was going to fall off the bed and startle awake as soon as he would have hit the floor, only to find himself alone in bed at the Christensen house, or worse: at home, alone in his own bed, Reese in the room down the hall, and Hayden nothing more than a wet dream he had once in a while. He’d made the best of it this time, he’d thought only of Hayden’s pleasure. Until Hayden had flipped him onto his back, climbed on top of him and growled at him to stop that right now, you’re mine just as much as I’m yours, thank you very much.
Ryan shuddered and got out of bed. He couldn’t do this anymore. He had to make sure that he didn’t lose this again through anything as stupid as rumor or misunderstanding. He got dressed quickly and then bent down to kiss Hayden awake. He sighed blissfully when Hayden’s mouth began to wake up under his.
“Wake up, treasure, we gotta go do something.”
Hayden had decided to be cute. “Cute” in this instance was defined as “petulant, horny, and still mostly asleep.” Ryan had heaved him up out of bed, gotten him dressed and was now dragging him down the hall and towards the front door, while Hayden attempted to cover every available inch of Ryan with sleepy kisses. Ryan was not cooperating with this objective at all, which in turn, fed the petulant and horny aspects of “cute.”
“Where’re we goin,?” he murmured when Ryan propped him up against the car so he could fish around in his pockets for keys.
“I’m putting a fucking ring on your finger,” Ryan said, his tone bulletproof. The statement and accompanying tone made all of Hayden’s lassitude and playfulness disappear, but it didn’t make it any easier to remain upright.
Ryan stopped fumbling for the keys and took a deep breath. He looked up and met Hayden’s eyes. Hayden swallowed. “Once it’s on you, I love you, and only you. Until the day I come and personally take it off your hand, I love you. And you cannot believe otherwise, no matter who says what.” He hesitated for a moment. “It won’t hold you to anything other than that. It’s just my promise to you.” He kissed Hayden very softly. “It won’t mean you can’t… It won’t mean…” he trailed off there, and Hayden tucked his head under Ryan’s chin, hiding his face, unable to speak.
And that’s how two fairly famous pretty boys ended up in a jewelers’ shop, looking tosseled and still smelling faintly of sex.
Hayden had recovered slightly and gone back to being cute. He draped his arms around Ryan’s neck and nuzzled his ear.
“You pick it out for me, baby,” he purred.
Ryan made a round of the place, and picked out a thick plain crescent platinum band. Hayden almost whimpered when he saw it.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, and closed his eyes for a kiss. Ryan had blushed and pulled away, only to have Hayden blindly chase his mouth until he gave in and let Hayden kiss him for a moment.
“It’s nothing special,” Ryan mumbled. “It’s not even…” Hayden’s fingers came up to cover his lips.
“I said, ‘it’s beautiful.’” Ryan didn’t comment. He just paid for the ring and thanked the jeweler and went outside. Hayden leaned in for another kiss, which Ryan resisted.
“We’re not in France anymore,” he reasoned. “People will see and I don’t want you to get in trouble. It’s bad enough that we just came out of a…” But Hayden had had enough of misunderstandings as well, and seized this opportunity to demonstrate that. He took Ryan by the waist, turned him around and pressed him against the car’s front bumper, insinuating his knee between Ryan’s thighs.
“I don’t care who sees. I don’t care about fucking fan girls or fucking Hollywood. If you don’t want me to kiss you or touch you in public, just say so. It’s… it’s fine.” Hayden’s voice shook just a little towards the end. He was a shit liar. Ryan shook his head.
“No, that’s not it, I -”
“Oh good,” and Hayden’s lips were on Ryan’s. He thrust his tongue deep into Ryan’s mouth and bent him backwards until he was lying on the sun-warmed hood of the car while Hayden depredated his mouth. Several moments later, Ryan apparently, and unfortunately, came to his senses. One hand was tangled in Hayden’s hair, and the other was poised to unbutton Hayden’s jeans. He withdrew his mouth from the melee and brought the hand at Hayden’s fly up to stroke his back. Hayden purred and arched his back, loving the way Ryan’s arms felt around him.
“Whoa, whoa, wait.” Hayden had surrendered Ryan’s mouth, but ignored his words and gone for his neck, kissing along the tendons, savoring the taste of his skin. “We…ah!...I love that you don’t want to hide me. But I think… we’re gonna be arrested for violating public decency laws in just a minute here.” Hayden stopped kissing and smiled against Ryan’s neck.
“Ok,” he conceded, and let Ryan up. “But I want that ring on me soon.”
Ryan nodded and got into the car.
They stood in the bedroom they shared in Hayden’s house. Ryan had spent 25 minutes, driving around, trying to think of some where better to go and do this, before he had realized that the only place they had was back in France. They were a young couple yet. So the bedroom in Hayden’s house it was.
Hayden sat down on the bed, and smiled up at Ryan. His smile was as sweet and innocent as it had been when they’d first met. Ryan cleared his throat and knelt down on the bed between Hayden’s knees, taking the hand the ring would go on and kissing it gently.
“I mean it, Hayden. I love you. I will always love you and want you with me.” Here he stopped speaking for a moment while his brain rambled on: I want to be able to kiss you whenever I fucking please. I want to hold your hand when we go out. I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to cook meals with you. I want to have babies with you. He stopped his internal ramblings and took Hayden’s ring finger, slipping the ring over the tip. “That’s what this ring means. Until I come and take it off of you, I love you, and I want you in my life, always.” The ring slid home. Ryan and Hayden let out quivering sighs simultaneously. Ryan took another deep breath. “You have to remember that. If anyone tries to tell you differently, I don’t care who they are, you need to know that they are full of shit. Not. Until. I. Take this ring off of you. Do you understand?” Hayden nodded, dislodging the tears that had filled his eyes, previously unspilled. Ryan relaxed a little. “Ok.” He kissed Hayden’s forehead, and hugged him close.
They sat like that for a while, until Hayden lifted his mouth to Ryan’s ear. He prayed to every god he had ever heard of for words, Please, please, please, I need to speak. He took a deep breath.
“I love you so much I can’t stand it. People should spontaneously combust when they feel like this. And you…” he kissed just below Ryan’s ear. “You’re so perfect I don’t know how you’re even real. You make me feel…like a new born kitten. Weak and blind, but like no one has ever hurt me. Like I’m brand new, and I don’t know anything about being judged or feeling any pain.” Here he hesitated. “And I think… I want a ring on you so that everyone will know,” he whispered.
Hayden and Ewan came to get their things. Hayden and Ryan started talking, and… little pieces clicked into place as Hayden described events, told Ryan what little he remembered about sleeping with Ewan. Ryan blinked.
“It’s called Rohypnol,” he said, in a very quiet and dangerous voice. Then he turned around and punched through the dry wall. Twice. He pulled back to have a third go at it, but a sudden sound from Hayden stopped him. He turned around and saw Hayden, sitting on the bed staring at nothing. Hayden’s body jerked suddenly, and a hopeless sob tore out of him. Ryan was wrapped around him before he was even aware he had moved.
“My brother and my friend…both…God…I’m such a whore….” Ryan shushed him and murmured nothings and comforts while Hayden cried until he got hiccups.
Down the hall retrieving his belongings, Ewan heard the thud of Ryan’s fist coming though the wall. He’d started, but dismissed the sound, and continued packing up his things. Several moments later, he headed down to Ryan’s room to retrieve Hayden, but stopped short when he heard rhythmic squeaking through the door. He was about to burst in when he felt the tingle in his spine of someone standing very close behind him, followed by the sensation of what was unmistakably Jude’s tongue on his ear.
“Go while the going’s good,” Jude whispered, and then sauntered down the hall with a rather enticing look at Ewan over his shoulder. Ewan, ever greedy, only hesitated for the barest second before following him.
Five hours later, Ryan woke from his nap and wrestled with the idea of getting out of bed. Forty-five minutes worth of confession and apology and two and a half hours of sex could take it out of man. Ryan lifted his hand lazily and trailed a fingertip down Hayden’s cheek.
Sex with Hayden was nothing short of epiphanic on a regular basis, but this was the third or fourth time that he had woken up with Hayden in his bed, after a bout of time spent believing that the last time such a thing had happened had truly been the last time. And it had been so good. Ryan had been as ferocious and gentle and rough and sweet and giving and demanding and gracious as he knew how to be. He’d been terrified the entire time that he was going to fall off the bed and startle awake as soon as he would have hit the floor, only to find himself alone in bed at the Christensen house, or worse: at home, alone in his own bed, Reese in the room down the hall, and Hayden nothing more than a wet dream he had once in a while. He’d made the best of it this time, he’d thought only of Hayden’s pleasure. Until Hayden had flipped him onto his back, climbed on top of him and growled at him to stop that right now, you’re mine just as much as I’m yours, thank you very much.
Ryan shuddered and got out of bed. He couldn’t do this anymore. He had to make sure that he didn’t lose this again through anything as stupid as rumor or misunderstanding. He got dressed quickly and then bent down to kiss Hayden awake. He sighed blissfully when Hayden’s mouth began to wake up under his.
“Wake up, treasure, we gotta go do something.”
Hayden had decided to be cute. “Cute” in this instance was defined as “petulant, horny, and still mostly asleep.” Ryan had heaved him up out of bed, gotten him dressed and was now dragging him down the hall and towards the front door, while Hayden attempted to cover every available inch of Ryan with sleepy kisses. Ryan was not cooperating with this objective at all, which in turn, fed the petulant and horny aspects of “cute.”
“Where’re we goin,?” he murmured when Ryan propped him up against the car so he could fish around in his pockets for keys.
“I’m putting a fucking ring on your finger,” Ryan said, his tone bulletproof. The statement and accompanying tone made all of Hayden’s lassitude and playfulness disappear, but it didn’t make it any easier to remain upright.
Ryan stopped fumbling for the keys and took a deep breath. He looked up and met Hayden’s eyes. Hayden swallowed. “Once it’s on you, I love you, and only you. Until the day I come and personally take it off your hand, I love you. And you cannot believe otherwise, no matter who says what.” He hesitated for a moment. “It won’t hold you to anything other than that. It’s just my promise to you.” He kissed Hayden very softly. “It won’t mean you can’t… It won’t mean…” he trailed off there, and Hayden tucked his head under Ryan’s chin, hiding his face, unable to speak.
And that’s how two fairly famous pretty boys ended up in a jewelers’ shop, looking tosseled and still smelling faintly of sex.
Hayden had recovered slightly and gone back to being cute. He draped his arms around Ryan’s neck and nuzzled his ear.
“You pick it out for me, baby,” he purred.
Ryan made a round of the place, and picked out a thick plain crescent platinum band. Hayden almost whimpered when he saw it.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, and closed his eyes for a kiss. Ryan had blushed and pulled away, only to have Hayden blindly chase his mouth until he gave in and let Hayden kiss him for a moment.
“It’s nothing special,” Ryan mumbled. “It’s not even…” Hayden’s fingers came up to cover his lips.
“I said, ‘it’s beautiful.’” Ryan didn’t comment. He just paid for the ring and thanked the jeweler and went outside. Hayden leaned in for another kiss, which Ryan resisted.
“We’re not in France anymore,” he reasoned. “People will see and I don’t want you to get in trouble. It’s bad enough that we just came out of a…” But Hayden had had enough of misunderstandings as well, and seized this opportunity to demonstrate that. He took Ryan by the waist, turned him around and pressed him against the car’s front bumper, insinuating his knee between Ryan’s thighs.
“I don’t care who sees. I don’t care about fucking fan girls or fucking Hollywood. If you don’t want me to kiss you or touch you in public, just say so. It’s… it’s fine.” Hayden’s voice shook just a little towards the end. He was a shit liar. Ryan shook his head.
“No, that’s not it, I -”
“Oh good,” and Hayden’s lips were on Ryan’s. He thrust his tongue deep into Ryan’s mouth and bent him backwards until he was lying on the sun-warmed hood of the car while Hayden depredated his mouth. Several moments later, Ryan apparently, and unfortunately, came to his senses. One hand was tangled in Hayden’s hair, and the other was poised to unbutton Hayden’s jeans. He withdrew his mouth from the melee and brought the hand at Hayden’s fly up to stroke his back. Hayden purred and arched his back, loving the way Ryan’s arms felt around him.
“Whoa, whoa, wait.” Hayden had surrendered Ryan’s mouth, but ignored his words and gone for his neck, kissing along the tendons, savoring the taste of his skin. “We…ah!...I love that you don’t want to hide me. But I think… we’re gonna be arrested for violating public decency laws in just a minute here.” Hayden stopped kissing and smiled against Ryan’s neck.
“Ok,” he conceded, and let Ryan up. “But I want that ring on me soon.”
Ryan nodded and got into the car.
They stood in the bedroom they shared in Hayden’s house. Ryan had spent 25 minutes, driving around, trying to think of some where better to go and do this, before he had realized that the only place they had was back in France. They were a young couple yet. So the bedroom in Hayden’s house it was.
Hayden sat down on the bed, and smiled up at Ryan. His smile was as sweet and innocent as it had been when they’d first met. Ryan cleared his throat and knelt down on the bed between Hayden’s knees, taking the hand the ring would go on and kissing it gently.
“I mean it, Hayden. I love you. I will always love you and want you with me.” Here he stopped speaking for a moment while his brain rambled on: I want to be able to kiss you whenever I fucking please. I want to hold your hand when we go out. I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to cook meals with you. I want to have babies with you. He stopped his internal ramblings and took Hayden’s ring finger, slipping the ring over the tip. “That’s what this ring means. Until I come and take it off of you, I love you, and I want you in my life, always.” The ring slid home. Ryan and Hayden let out quivering sighs simultaneously. Ryan took another deep breath. “You have to remember that. If anyone tries to tell you differently, I don’t care who they are, you need to know that they are full of shit. Not. Until. I. Take this ring off of you. Do you understand?” Hayden nodded, dislodging the tears that had filled his eyes, previously unspilled. Ryan relaxed a little. “Ok.” He kissed Hayden’s forehead, and hugged him close.
They sat like that for a while, until Hayden lifted his mouth to Ryan’s ear. He prayed to every god he had ever heard of for words, Please, please, please, I need to speak. He took a deep breath.
“I love you so much I can’t stand it. People should spontaneously combust when they feel like this. And you…” he kissed just below Ryan’s ear. “You’re so perfect I don’t know how you’re even real. You make me feel…like a new born kitten. Weak and blind, but like no one has ever hurt me. Like I’m brand new, and I don’t know anything about being judged or feeling any pain.” Here he hesitated. “And I think… I want a ring on you so that everyone will know,” he whispered.
