Slow Motion

So I would've had this up on Wednesday but my internet decided to crash tuesday night, like five minutes before i was going to update but the point is i have it here. So enoy and feedback is helpful.



Gabe runs his hand over Brendon's shoulder before he and Ryland move over to Tyga. The dark skinned young man moves up onto his knees at the sight of the two intimidating men before him. Tyga stares up at the two men, defiance in his dark brown eyes. "If you think I'm taking the rap for that fag. You're dead wrong." Tyga spats out, his eyes trained on Brendon.



"Well, you got one thing right." Gabe begins, he looks down at the boy, grinning. "If you don't take the rap, someone will wind up dead." He states.



"But it won't be Brendon." Ryland adds, the cop has moved over to his police car, where Tom's body is still laying broken nearby. The cop digs around in the front seat of the car for a moment before he turns, a small black tape recorder in his hand. Ryland returns back to his spot next to Gabe.



"Now listen Tyga. All you have to do is admit that you killed Brent Wilson and Tom Higgenson." Ryland says, his voice is tinged dark. Tyga's jaw is set and he's still staring up at Ryland.



"Fuck you." He spits out, glaring at Ryland. Gabe laughs from his spot next to Ryland.



"That was the plan." Gabe says, Brendon notes that his voice is also dark. Confusion washes over Tyga's face but not Brendon's. For Brendon it all suddenly clicks, every piece falls into place and he get's what Gabe and Ryland are going to do. They're getting revenge for Ryan.



"We tried to play nice." Gabe starts, his large hand runs down his stomach, crinkling the material of his white dress shirt. "We tried to make it easy." He adds, his hand slips lower, running along the black leather of his belt. "But you cousin had to go and make things dirty." As he finishes he unzips his white pants and slides them down a bit, his slim hips just barely showing.



Ryland is watching Gabe, his eyes dark and a small smirk playing across his face. He too unzips his dark blue pants. Tyga makes a disgusted face and It's in that moment that realization washes over him. He knows what they intend to do. "I ain't no fag! So don't try shit!" Tyga yells, attempting to stop the two men before they even get started.



"Ryan didn't want it to happen either! But it still did!" Brendon finds himself shouting. It seems the situation has brought the memories of the night Ryan was raped to the forefront of Brendon's mind. He remembers the way Travis looked, the way he didn't care that he was hurting Ryan. The way Ryan still woke up screaming sometimes and Spencer asks why, but Brendon can bring himself to tell him.



Gabe looks back at him, surprised, Brendon's kind of surprised at himself. Ryland ignores the boy though and he dips his hands into his pants, pushing his pants and boxers down to his lower thighs. That leaves his half hard cock hanging out in the dry evening air.



Ryland looks over at Gabe, he smiles and the white clad boy returns that smile before he leans in and kisses the cop, dry and rough. So maybe it's not just William and Brendon that Gabe's taken to kissing. Gabe slides his hand down to Ryland's hip and he presses his thumb into it. Ryland bucks a bit and makes a noise into the kiss. Gabe smiles against the kiss before his large hand sinks lower, gripping Ryland's cock.



The cop makes a gasping noise against Gabe's mouth. Tyga stares on looking utterly disgusted by the act before him. Gabe tugs Ryland, smooth pulls that leave the cop gasping and maybe Brendon would be hard if this whole situation weren't so fucking strange. Ryland grows hard in Gabe's hand and the older boy releases his cock.



apparently the whole kissing and jacking off event was just to get Ryland hard. He was hard now, his long dick flushed and shiny. Ryland steps up to Tyga, his dick tight in his hand. Tyga's watching his body scrunched down, almost like a cat ready to pounce. Brendon isn't sure what the dark skinned boy can actually do in his position but he doesn't think it's going to be enough to stop Gabe and Ryland.



Ryland reaches down, lightning fast and grabs the dark skinned boy by the neck, forcing his head up. Tyga's eyes meet Ryland's and the cop grins, dark and twisted. "If you even think about biting, Gabe here'll shoot you right between the eyes." The cops snaps. Tyga let's his eyes drift over to Gabe, the tall white clad man held a gun level with Tyga's head, grinning.



Ryland releases his hand from Tyga's throat but he moves his fingers into The boy's mouth, forcing his mouth open. The cop moves forward and Tyga wiggles back, trying to escape from Ryland's touch. "Gabe, little help?" The cop requests. Gabe laughs before he moves up behind Tyga, his hand coming to rest on the back of the boy's head, pressing him forward.



The cops fingers are back in Tyga's mouth, holding it open. His other hand is still wrapped around his cock and he moves forward, pushing the head of his cock against Tyga's full lips. The boy on his knees makes a sharp noise of anger, he's still trying in vain to get away from the two men but Gabe's hands hold him steady.



Brendon's watching the scene unfold, he's still leaning back against Gabe's car, the sky dark around them, cloaking the act. Brendon watches with a blank face as Ryland pushes his cock into Tyga's mouth, his fingers still in the boys mouth. He quickly withdrawls his fingers, leaving just his dick in the dark skinned boys mouth.



He pushes in, not far, Tyga can't handle much of it, especially since Brendon's betting that he's never sucked dick in his entire life. Gabe's hand is still on Tyga's head, holding him forward. Ryland pulls out and his dick is wet and shiny. He pushes forward again, his cock sliding back into Tyga's mouth. Ryland apparently doesn't care about the fact that the boy can't properly deepthroat and Gabe doesn't seem to mind either.



Ryland pushes his length down Tyga's throat, making the boy gag and buck, trying to get away from the offending cock. Brendon keep's watching as Gabe hold's Tyga's head flat against the base of the cop's cock, Ryland basically mouth fucking the dark skinned teen. Tyga's face is wet, tears slipping out and down his cheeks despite himself as Ryland fucks his throat.



The cop's head is tipped back, exposing his neck and he's groaning, his cries sharp along the abandoned roads. Ryland's hips buck, slamming against Tyga's chest, the boy's nose burried in the cop's dark curls. He thrusts wild and frantic, he's not trying to make it last too long, he's mostly just trying to make him take it all down, to force it upon him.



Tyga is basically choking on Ryland's dick, gagging and sputtering around the thick cock in his mouth.



Ryland is making loud groans but the slapping of his skin against Tyga's face is louder. He thrusts quick and hard a few more times, Tyga still trying to get away from Ryland. It doesn't take long for the cop to come, the roughness of the act getting him off. He comes hard, right down Tyga's throat. Ryland pulls away and the boys spitting out the come that didn't travel down his troath, he's coughing and sputtering, gagging on the thick white substance.



Brendon wants to believe that it's all over, that their done but he knows that their not. Gabe didn't get a turn. Gabe releases Tyga's head and palms his cock while he moves around to the front of the boy, where Ryland had been previously standing. Ryland is tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up before he takes Gabe's previous spot, his hand resting on Tyga's shoulder.



Tyga is looking at Brendon, looking at him with wet eyes and swollen lips and a face that's asking for help. Brendon might consider helping him if he couldn't remember what Ryan's cries sounded like. What his 'Please, help me.' face looked like. Brendon flicks his eyes away from Tyga's face and he looks at Gabe instead.



The tall man has his cock out, it's long and thicker than Ryland's. Gabe also doesn't wait around, he knows that the boy knows the rules, that if he hurts Gabe than he's dead meat. He very ungracefully shoves his thick length into Tyga's mouth. Gabe makes a loud noise and his own hand instantly comes up to cup the teen's head, hold him close, maybe not as close as Ryland had done but still too close.



Tyga's having more trouble with Gabe's cock. He's seems spent, his mouth used and his once firey will broken. He's given up on fighting, allowing the man to use his mouth. Gabe thrusts hard and deep into Tyga. He's muttering things in broken spanish, things only Gabe can understand. Brendon feel's the slightest of twitches in his dick, but he wills himself not to get hard in this situation.



Gabe grunts and rolls his hips, it seems like he's not going to last much longer either. He's still swearing and mumbling in spanish, large hand holding on to Tyga's scalp. Gabe pulls back sooner than Brendon or Tyga expected. His cock is still hard and leaking. Brendon watches as Gabe runs his hand over his own cock, tugging and pulling, jerking himself off.



Tyga watches, confusion lit in his eyes. Brendon knows what he's going to do though, he knows. Gabe swears loud and freezes, he's coming in thick spurts of pearly white all over Tyga's dark skin. In the back of Brendon's mind he thinks that they'll probably have to clean Tyga up before he gets taken to jail.



Gabe laughs, breathless as he tucks himself back in, zipping up his pants the way Ryland had done. Tyga is slumped on his knees, his head dropped down and come still sticky on his cheeks, lips, and chin. "Tell Travis I said hello." Gabe says to Tyga before he moves back gracefully over to where Brendon is standing, his eyes warm when he's looking at Brendon.



"That was for you." He whispers against Brendon's ear. The younger boy shudders, he just wants this night to be over.



Ryland is still behind Tyga but he circles around the boy until he's standing in front of him. He reaches out and tips Tyga's head up, for a brief moment Brendon is afraid that they're going to repeat the process but Ryland's hand leaves Tyga's face as soon as his head is tipped up. So their eyes meet.



"Let's try this whole thing again, shall we?" Ryland asks, he's holding the black tape recorder from earlier. "All you have to do is admit that you murdered Brent Wilson and officer Tom over there." Ryland states with a flick of his head, motioning back to where Tom's body still lies.



Tyga is silent and when he does speak his voice is raw and broken. "If...if I don't...You'll kill me?" Tyga asks. Brendon's sure that the boy knows the anwser, he knows but he's asking anyway. The cop nods, he's grinning and yeah, he's far gone on the wrong side of the law. Brendon can hardly believe that he's on that same side too.



"We're also not opposed to fucking the information out of you. I bet you're tight as fuck." Ryland says quietly and Tyga frowns and drops his head. There's silence, a lose, lose situation. The kid can't win and Brendon suddenly wants it all to stop. This is revenge for what Travis did to Ryan but the fucked up part is that it's not Travis who's suffering, it's a kid whose worst crime was being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and knowing the wrong people.



"Okay..." Tyga mutters out, his voice is still raw and broken. Brendon wants to call it off but he can't. It's his opportunity for a second chance, for a way to make his life better. He has Nate and he has Ryan and Spencer, he's trying to stop the drugs and he can be good again, if he really tries.



Hell, he's sinned so much, what's one more thing to add to the list?



"Okay." Ryland echoes. "When I nod just say exactly what I told you to and hey, maybe we'll make them go easy on you." The cop says with a grim bark of a laugh. Tyga nods, he sits there a broken man, he broke a little quicker than Brendon thought, compared to the way he was fighting earlier, he thought he'd put up more of a fight.



Ryland presses a button on the recorder, a small red light shining off of it. He wait's a moment, silence that will most likely wind up as static on the tape. Tyga is watching him and after a few beats Ryland nods and Tyga starts talking.



"I shot and killed Brent Wilson, it was me." His voice is weak, stripped of all confidence and pride. Ryland and Gabe had ultimately won. Ryland nods at him and Tyga continues. "I also killed officer Tom Higgenson." He adds, his eyes flickering to the dead body.



Brendon listens as Tyga speaks the lines that were meant for him. Not the Tom part but the Brent part, that was meant for him. He was supposed to be saying that but he's not, he can't bring himself to do it.



"It was me." Tyga finishes weakly. Ryland nods and presses another button, the red light dying away. Ryland leans down and grabs a hold of Tyga's shoulder, pulling him up to his feet. The dark skinned boy wobbles slightly but stays standing. White stains still on his face. The cop drags Tyga's shirt up, high enough for him to be able to wipe the come off Tyga's face with the bottom of the oversized shirt.



Brendon thinks that Tyga's wrists must be killing him by now, the metal cuffs still pressed into the soft skin there. Ryland leads him back to the cop car, the back door still propped open. Tyga allows himself to be pushed into the backseat, Ryland pushing the back door closed with his hip.



Gabe links his arm with Brendon and pulls the boy around to the passenger side of his white sports car. "Come on Bren, time to go home." Gabe says softly, he opens the door for Brendon and the younger boy slides into the fancy car. From his postion he can see Tyga slumped in the backseat, head against the metal grate that seperated the front seat from the back. Gabe's windows are tinted, Tyga won't be able to see him.



Ryland and Gabe talk, far away enough for Brendon not to be able to hear. They shake hand's after a moment before they part, Gabe heading back to his car and Ryland is hovering around the drivers side of the car, staring down at the ground.



It takes Brendon a moment to realize that he's staring at Tom's body strewn on the ground. Brendon raises in his seat a bit as Gabe climbs in the car. Brendon see's Ryland bend and move Tom's body lightly, settling him on to the ground. Crimson blood leaked out around the dusted earth.



Ryland settles into the cop car, throwing a glance to the empty seat next to him. Brendon can see him handling the radio in the cop car, probably reporting that officer Higgenson was shot down. Gabe starts his car up and pulls away fast, dust kicking up around them. He's driving on the long stretch of road.



Brendon stares back in his rearview mirror, watching as Ryland too starts up and pulls away, follows Gabe until they'll probably split somewhere along the city limits. Brendon stares back, past the police car and to the lonely body they left in the desert.



The dark night enveloping them all.