Ryan, who was a bit oblivious towards Dallon's claiming of the boy, had just slowly woken up to Brendon in his arms. The sun was slowly rising again, and Ryan had no idea how much he's slept recently, although it must be a new record of some sort. He let his eyes graze along Brendon's body, and the side of his face that he could see. God, he was beautiful, and nothing was wrong with admiring it. He closed his eyes to bask in the newfound warmth of another body on his. A rare occurrence anymore, discounting the time Dallon snuck into Ryan's bed when he wasn't at all welcome to.

Brendon woke slowly, and turned in Ryan's skinny arms, to face him. As he saw Ryan's eyes were closed, he thought of an idea. He had always been told by his mother that cursing was so wrong, but he never really cared when Ryan cursed, which was frequently, actually.

His mother also told him that men being with men was disgustingly wrong. But, Brendon has only ever heard this things. He had never seen why they were so wrong. And now, he's been kidnapped by these, 'disgustingly wrong' people. There isn't anything to hold him back from trying...

Ryan was the one who helped Brendon, when he was crying. And Brendon could cry all he wanted, but that wouldn't change the situation at hand.

He made a decision. A bit of a horny decision, but nonetheless, it was a decision.

Brendon's hot breath came in waves on Ryan's neck, as Ryan felt dry lips pressing against the sensitive skin directly below his jaw, more to his left. He felt Brendon's warm hands on his shoulders, and Ryan wasn't entirely sure if he was dreaming, but he decidedly kept his eyes closed for a bit longer in case it all was but a dream of his own.

Removing his mouth from Ryan's neck momentarily, Brendon used his hand on Ryan's left shoulder to push Ryan more onto his back. Increasingly daring, Brendon hesitantly slung one of his legs over Ryan. Biting his lip nervously, he gently laid his hands on Ryan's chest, leaning down towards Ryan's face.

"Psst, Ryan," he whispered, chewing on his bottom lip incessantly. Ryan, who definitely had not been completely asleep the entire time, slowly opened his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub them. "Huh?" He asked, sleepily, holding back a smirk. "Hi," Brendon giggled, leaning down and kissing Ryan on the lips.

A shocked Ryan only took a few moments to respond, but almost instantly after kissing Brendon back, he grabbed Brendon by the shoulders and gently pulled him back. "What are you doing?" Ryan asks, catching his breath.

"Nothing," Brendon giggles, again. "Just... Trying something out? Please?" He says, half smiling, as he leans down and kisses Ryan again, who returns the rushed kisses almost instantly. I mean, he said 'please,' Ryan doesn't want to be rude...

Ryan lets his hands move up to hold the side of Brendon's face, one hand in the back of his hair, gripping it tightly, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

Letting his hands trail down Brendon's neck, down past his chest, the sit on his hips, now grilling them hard. Brendon lets out a deep groan, against Ryan's mouth. Ryan's hips involuntarily buck up into Brendon, who grinds back down into them.

Brendon has dreamt of these things happening to him ever since he became a teenager, but his mother had always, always told him no. He'd been reprimanded for so much as asking his mother if being a homosexual was still so wrong if it was love. She'd slapped the back of his hand and sent him inside to his room the rest of the sunny Saturday.

Ryan breaks the kiss again, but this time, it's only to push Brendon into his back. Ryan begins feverishly tugging on Brendon's shirt, and throwing it aside. They repeat the same with Ryan's shirt, and it falls on the opposite side of Ryan's bed, without a care.

Their pants have been on much too long, Ryan decides, as he begins to reach underneath him for Brendon's borrowed sweatpants, when there's a quiet knock at the door. Ryan holds up a finger to his lips, signaling Brendon to be quiet.

"What do you want?" He says in a loud whisper toward the door. Brendon's confused, as there's no reason in his mind to be quiet.

"Is Brendon okay..?" Dallon whispers back.

"Yeah, he's sleeping, go away!" Ryan whisper-yells. Oh. That's why he was whispering. Ryan's smart, Brendon thinks, as he smiles, gazing up at Ryan, who looks annoyed that Dallon had the audacity to 'wake up' Brendon. "Oh, okay! I'll be back in, like, an hour. Spence and I-"

"Don't call me spence, there's another letter at the end, dumbass." Spencer grumbles from behind the door.

"- are going to go, um, collect some food. Bye."

"Mhm," Ryan hums as he slowly tugs Brendon's sweatpants down, kissing every bit of skin that is slowly revealed. He leaves them just covering Brendon, with his hip bones exposed, and loving attaches his lips to them. He sucks and nips on the skin gently, and Brendon whines impatiently above him. Ryan pulls away and licks at the bruised skin, while Brendon looks admiringly at the mark. "I've never had one of those," he says quietly, directed more to himself than to Ryan. "A hickey?"

"Yeah," he exhales. "I like it."

Ryan smirks, and leans back up towards Brendon, kissing him gently. He takes one of his skinny hands and palms Brendon through the thin fabric of his borrowed sweats. Brendon's been hard for awhile now, but hasn't complained about it at all. "You can be loud, you know," he whispers against Brendon's cheek, nudging him with his nose. "They left, it's just us, now." Brendon hums in acknowledgement, but continues trying to keep his voice low, even as Ryan feels him. All Ryan really wants is to hear Brendon, wants to make him yell loudly for him. He'll get it.

Brendon's still painfully hard, and Ryan gives in, and tugs down the sweatpants until they're at Brendon's ankles. Brendon quickly kicks them the rest of the way off. No one had thought to give Brendon any underwear, which is a bit rude, but fine by Ryan.

Brendon's cock lays promptly on his lower stomach, needing attention. Brendon steals a glance at himself, as he's never really taken the time to look. "You're a virgin?" Ryan guesses, as he unbuttons his jeans, sliding them off, along with his socks and shoes, which now lay beside the bed. "Uh," Brendon stammers, unsure if wether he would look dumb or not, should he tell the truth.

"It's okay, it just means we'll go slow, as long as you still want to?" Ryan asks, slowly. "Yes, yeah. Yeah, I do," Brendon rushes out, looking down once at Ryan's naked figure.

"Alright," Ryan laughs a little, and grabs Brendon by the ankles, who gasps as Ryan pulls him closer, sitting between his legs. Looking up into Brendon's eyes, Ryan takes Brendon's leaking cock and firmly licks a long, wet strip up the underside of his dick. The moment Ryan's tongue makes contact with Brendon's cock, Brendon draws in a quick breath. He groans when Ryan takes his dick into his soft, warm mouth. His long fingers take ahold of anything that can't find its way into Ryan's throat.

Ryan swirls his tongue around the head, and moves back down, creating a smoke rhythm. Brendon's still whining above him, and when he accidentally lets a deep moan slip, he quickly brings a fist up to his mouth to bite down on. Soon, Brendon's hips are having to be pinned down by Ryan's hand to keep Ryan from choking as he thrusts upward. Brendon's breathing grows quicker and quicker, and before he can come, Ryan pulls off of his dick with a loud 'pop.'

"P-please?" Brendon's breathes are hard as he props himself up slightly on his elbows to see why Ryan stopped. "You can't come yet," he explains.

"Why not," Brendon pouts. Ryan keeps silent, and only gets up off of the bed. Brendon watches him with curious eyes. "Hands and knees," he commands, and Brendon complies, slowly. He's still confused, but trusting in Ryan, he leans on his elbows, his knees buried in the mattress. Suddenly, two of Ryan's fingers are thrust in front of Brendon's face. "Suck them," he commands again, his voice low and rough. Brendon does so, taking them slowly into his mouth, slowly and unsure of what exactly to do.

"Mhm," Ryan hums, pulling his fingers away from Brendon, and moving behind him, where his round ass stuck up into the cold air. He slowly presses one finger to Brendon's entrance. "Tell me if it hurts," he says as he slowly pushes inside Brendon with one, wet finger.

It's a shame they didn't have any lube. None of the three had really thought to get any, and it feel kind of dirty to steal someone else's have used lube, doesn't it?

"Ah," Brendon gasps. "Does it hurt?" Ryan asks, stopping before he manages to get his entire long finger inside of him. "No... It feels, different."

"Good different?"

"Yeah," Brendon admits. "I like it. I think."

Ryan chuckles, and pushes his finger all the way inside. He begins moving slightly, testing out different angles, trying to find Brendon's prostrate. He's about to give up and add two fingers as both he and Brendon are getting a bit bored, now that Brendon's used to the pain, but suddenly Brendon gasps and lets out a low grunt, arching his back to push closer to Ryan's fingers. "T-That again, again, again." Brendon chants, as Ryan smirks and repeats the angle and force.

"Yeah, yeah," Brendon gasps continuously, and Ryan decides it's time to as two fingers. He alternates between pushing them into Brendon and scissoring them to stretch him wide enough for Ryan's cock. Ryan's about the perfect size, not too small, and not huge. He's bigger than most. While, Brendon has never seen another cock in his life, Ryan's cock seems huge to him, and he grows nervous when Ryan's fingers slip out of him, indicating what's coming next.

Ryan licks his palm, and strokes himself a couple times before lining himself up. Brendon gasps at the sudden contact, without warning. Ryan lays a warm hand on Brendon's hip, keeping him still while the other hand guided himself to Brendon's hole, slowly pushing inside. "Oh, fuck! Ow," Brendon gasped. "Want me to stop?" Ryan says, waiting for an answer. "No, I don't think so," Brendon says, unsure of himself.

Ryan's thighs eventually touch the back of Brendon's legs, completely. "Can I start moving," he asks quietly. "Mhm," Brendon hums in response, his head hung between his shoulders, his eyes screwed shut. Ryan begins moving, creating a moderate pace, slowly changing the angle with each thrust, until he hits it. "Oh, my God! Fuck!" Brendon's eyes shoot open and he fists the thin blanket laying over the mattress tightly, as Ryan takes the hint and thrusts harder into Brendon. Brendon tries to keep as quiet as possible, but "Harder!" slips, loudly from his mouth on accident. Ryan lays a hand in Brendon's hair, pulling his head back gently.

The headboard is constantly hitting the wall, a dull bang, that Brendon pays no mind to. Ryan snakes an arm around to Brendon, jerking him off the same rhythm as he's fucking him, and Brendon feels the pleasure everywhere. In the pit of his stomach, to the tip of his toes, he can feel the white hot blinding pleasure. It begins stacking, and multiplying until all he sees is white hot pleasure.

"I- It feels so good, I'm-" He moans, uncertain of what comes after all of this amazing pressure in the pit of his stomach. Everything is sensitive and numb all at once, and then he comes, squeezing tightly around Ryan.

"Ah, fuck," Ryan hisses, "yeah, that's good, Bren." He moans, and it sounds so dirty. He comes while he's still in Brendon, his thrusts getting sporadic and random until they slow down, and he pulls out of Brendon, who gasps at the loss.

Ryan lays down beside Brendon, and pulls him close. "Goodnight," he says, catching his breath. Brendon can feel Ryan's come, we between his legs, and it's only mildly uncomfortable, as they drift to sleep.

The front door of the house swings open, and Dallon and Spencer arrive. They carry two of the backpacks they had taken, both filled with food. A family on the East side of Beteedi might be struggling for food around the middle of next week, but tonight, the four of them will eat. Exhausted, both Dallon and Spencer lay down on the couches, adjacent one another in the living room. They easily fall asleep, too hungry and dehydrated to have enough energy for another hour.