Slow Motion

okay so before i had the chapters pre-written but now i'm all caught up so they might take me a little longer but bare with me. thanks for all the hits and reviews, they make me have the will to write! lol



nate decides to come over after his shift at the strip club. ryan's already asleep and brendon's in his bedroom, eagerly awaiting his boyfriend's arrival. brendon tries not to think about how his pillows still smell like pete, he thinks he probably should've washed them but something about it was comforting, to be laying in bed alone and still feel like pete was there beside him.



brendon is looking forward to having his room smell like nate instead.



he gets a text message from nate saying that he's outside, brendon goes and let's nate in. the older boy smells like cigarette smoke and alcohol but brendon doesn't mind. they're kissing as soon as nate steps into the house. quick and needy, like they hadn't seen each other in days. brendon smiles into the kissing and wraps his arms around nate's shoulders, leading them back to the bedroom, to pick up where they had left off the night before.



their shedding clothes along the way to the bedroom, brendon's hands slipping under nate's black button up shirt, slidding it off his shoulders and watching as if falls to the floor. brendon's own clothes are being lost just as quickly, a trail of their lust.



they collaspe on to brendon's bed and the younger boy is hit with the scent of pete, but it's distant and he's far more interested in remembering what nate's skin taste's like. he's kissing a trail down nate's neck as the older boy slides off brendon's jeans. brendon feels the cool air hit his naked body and he's ready, growing hard by the second.



nate kisses brendon quickly before he gets off the bed, going to grab a condom and lube. brendon props himself up on his elbows and watches his boyfriend, he looks almost the same as in the movie. that thought alone was even to excite him.



nate returns to the bed, laying on top of the younger boy, their warm skin flushed and rubbing together. brendon gasps as he feel's nate's cool, lube slicked fingers brush along the length of his cock before they drop lower, pressing between his legs.



nate trails kisses down brendon's jaw as he presses his long fingers into the boy. he's getting him ready and brendon thinks that nate's just a little too good at it.



"nate, baby, please i need to be fucked." brendon whines as his hips buck up, pushing nate's fingers in deeper. nate chuckles a little and presses his fingers in just a bit deeper, searching for brendon's sweet spot. brendon shudders and the older boy grins because yes, he found it.



"so, i'm guessing you watched the movie?" nate whispered hotly into brendon's ear, pulling out his fingers. brendon whimpered from the sudden loss but quieted down when nate kissed him deep, he held brendon's legs open perparing to slide into the boy.



"no" brendon says suddenly, breaking his kiss with nate. the older boy looks down confused, lust filled eyes searching the younger boy's face.



"weren't you just begging to be fucked a minute ago?" nate says because to be honest he'd be pissed if brendon tried to stop it now.



"i do, but not like this." brendon tells him and he lays a hand on nate's chest, pushing him back. nate sits back on his heels and watches as brendon rearranges himself, watches as the dark haired boy gets on his hands and knees, ass facing nate.



"you wanna do it like this?" nate asks, he's not complaining as his eyes wander the gorgeous back side of brendon urie, he's just making sure. brendon nods and that's all the confirmation nate needs.



nate moves up behind brendon, his strong hands coming to rest on brendon's sharp pale hips. he's hard and he wants this more then he ever thought. "you're fucking goregous brendon." nate says, he moves one of his hands and runs it down from brendon's neck and back until it's back on the boy's hip.



brendon's breathing is heavy and he whines, his cock hard and leaking between his legs, as nate positions himself and slides into his younger boyfriend. a sharp gasp leaves brendon and nate grunts, tighting his grip on the boy's hips.



nate starts slow, filling brendon with his cock. "faster, harder." brendon requests. nate grunts but fills the boys want, he pulls himself out all the way before he thrust's back in, hard and quick and brendon's body lurches with the action but he's growling. nate catches brendon's hand slipping between his own legs, the younger boy tugs on his leaking dick.



nate pushes brendon's hand away and replaces it with his own, giving him long hot strokes. brendon with his hands now free grabs a tight hold on the brown chipped headboard, a move that pete used to do many times while they fucked. he pushes that thought aside and focuses purely on the feeling of nate sliding in and out of him.



they gained a steady rythm after that. nat fucking brendon's hot, tight ass, the boy's body jerking with each hard thrust. "yeah, fuck me nate." brendon moans, he throws his head back, his mouth open and eyes screwed shut.



he older boy groans and curls his boy over brendon's, his chest pressed slick against brendon's back. he licks at the boy's neck, tasting the sweat that's trailing down the pale skin.



"fuck me like in the movie, please, nate." brendon's begging and that turns nate on. he jacks brendon off quicker as he pushes inside, the headboard thumping against the wall, the background to their fucking. after a few moments nate pulls back and wraps his arms around brendon, pulling him back with him.



now nate's on his back with brendon on top of him, riding his cock like it's all he's ever wanted to do. nate grips brendon tightly and helps pull him down on his cock, brendon grinds his own hips down, wanting to take nate's cock as deep as he can.



"fuck, brendon.." nate is groaning his eyes fluttering closed as the tight heat envelopes him. having sex with porn stars is nothing compared to fucking brendon, and nate wishes this would never end.



brendon's hands are on nate's legs as he rides the older boy, the most beautiful obscene noises falling from his lush lips. nate's still working his cock and the boy is tensing, he knows that brendon won't last much longer. he fucks deeper, working to hit that sweet spot inside brendon.



when he finds it brendon mewls and writhes on top of nate, pressing his body down to hit that spot again. with a few more hard thrust's brendon is shaking and nate knows he's on the verge of coming, nate himself is barely hanging on.



"nate, fuck, nate." brendon cries as he freezes above his boyfriend. nate feels a hot wetness hit his hand but he doesn't mind. nate's thrust's grow more ragged and his nails grip brendon's hips, leaving red trails behind. with a few more thrust's he comes too, crying out brendon's name.



brendon crawls off of nate and settles down next to him. the duo are breathing heavily and brendon feels tired, doesn't care if he falls asleep naked, sweaty and covered in fluids, as long as he can hear nate's steady breathing.



"i love you." brendon hears and he wishes he was coherent enough to say it back but it's already too late, he's falling off into the darkness.



in the morning nate and brendon shower together while ryan is sleeping. they give each other handjobs and brendon wants to wake up like that all the time. nate cooks the trio breakfast and ryan is sitting with the older boy at the table, happily recounting his favorite cartoon.



brendon wants to say that things right now, in this moment is perfect, but he doesn't because he doesn't want to jinx things, to ruin them. he wants this perfection to last forever.



after breakfast nate says he has to leave, to get ready for work. brendon doesn't need to ask which job nate's going to, he already knows. brendon and ryan walk nate to his car, nate kissing brendon deeply in his driveway before he climbs into his red and black sports car. brendon waves him off and ryan calls out "bye nate!" and waves to the older man.



brendon is about to head into the house when he hears a gruff voice calling out to him. he turns at the sound of his name and see's jon standing next to the wooden fence that seperates his and brendon's yard's.



brendon freezes at the sight of jon, the memory of watching the older man fucking spencer still fresh in the boy's mind. "oh..hey, jon...what's up?" brendon asks and he hopes he doesn't sound nervous.



jon is frowning and leaning against the fence. brendon thinks that jon has the potential to look like a nice person, if someone didn't really know him they might think he was actually kind, jon wears flip-flops for god sakes, what kind of abuser wear's flip-flops?



"have you seen spencer?" jon asks and brendon's heart stops. fuck, was this some kind of test? did jon know brendon had been in the room that night?



brendon shakes his head because no, he actually hadn't seen spencer since that night. jon looks crestfallen and brendon is tempted to ask about what's happening, why spencer is missing but it's not like he and jon are friends or anything, which means that if jon's asking brendon about spencer's whereabouts then it must be a last resort.



"is he missing?" the younger boy asks and jon shakes his head, his dark dirty bangs falling into his equally dark eyes.



"no, he's probably visiting his mom or something." jon says but even he doesn't sound convinced. "but uh, if you see or talk to him tell me alright?" he says and for a brief moment brendon can see past the angry abusive jon, he caught a glimpse of the jon that really loves spencer.



brendon nods again but he can't imagine spencer coming to him if he decided to run. he wasn't really friends with spencer much either. there is a silence between jon and brendon before jon sighs, nods and turns away. "okay, see ya brendon." he says and if brendon isn't so sure he thinks jon sounds upset.



brendon takes ryan back into the house. he's standing in his room when he glances out the window, the drab curtains fluttering in the slight breeze. brendon thinks he see's just the smallest flicker of movement in his backyard, out by the shed. brendon tenses, he wonders if someone is outside, maybe it's the police? the boy takes a deep breath and decides he has to go outside and check it out, he vaugely wishes nate hadn't left yet, he realizes that sounds childish but he doesn't care.



ryan is in the living room and doesn't notice brendon slipping out the screen door in the kitchen, heading up the driveway and over through the shabby lawn that desperately needs cutting. brendon doesn't know what he'll do if it's not the police, if it's someone else, someone dangerous. he wasn't smart enough to bring out a weapon with him.



he's close to the shed but doesn't see anyone, he does notice that the shed door is definitly cracked open when it shouldn't be and brendon wonders if he forgot to lock it back up after that day with pete. the boy moves forward, legs shaky slightly because yeah, he doesn't live in the best neighborhood and he wouldn't be surprised if some kind of vagrant had wandered into his backyard.



brendon's to the shed door now and he knows that if someone is in there then there really is no use in hesitating. he reaches out and grabs the door, pulling it open. the inside of the shed is dark, the light from the afternoon sky is filtering in from behind him but not enough to make brendon able to see inside the shed.



"hello?" brendon says lightly, if someone is in there he certainly doesn't want to scare them. there is a silence and brendon feels stupid because he was probably just imagining things. he's about to turn around and head back to the house when he hears a hushed voice issue from the darkness.



"brendon?" the soft, scared voice says and brendon can place the voice easily, he already knows who it is. the dark haired boy leans in and grabs hold of the light switch, tugging the string and sending that sam warm buttery light washing across the inside of the shed.



there is a figure crouching down between boxes of usless crap, back against the rough wooden wall of the shed. brendon gapes, surprised because really this is the last person he expected to find hiding in his shed. "what are you doing?" brendon asks, he's not upset just surprised and curious.



spencer looks up at brendon, a large dark purple bruise blossoming from around his right eye and along his jaw, like he was struck multiple times around the right side of his face. he looks scared but at the same time calm.



"i'm hiding brendon." spencer says and his voice is rough. the frail boy is staring at brendon with those wide blue eyes. "please," he starts "please, don't tell jon i'm here."