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A Step Closer To Hell Book 1	By : panicgurl411 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mark Sands! Ryan gasped. “I hadn’t seen you in ages!”
Forgetting about Brendon, He hugged him. When the embrace was broken off, Ryan turned to Brendon.
“Mark, This Brendon Urie, Brendon; this is mark Sands. We were in the second grade together.

Mark extended his hand. Brendon stood there cool, sizing him up. Ryan knew what he was doing and was embarrassed. Finally, Brendon grasped Mark’s hand in a firm handshake.

Mark smiled
“That’s quite a handshake you got there.”

Brendon stretched.
“It’s on account of all the weight lifting I do.”

Ryan winked at Mark
“He doesn’t lift weights.”

Brendon became angry.
“Are you calling me a liar?!”

Ryan’s face was turning red
“Please Brendon don’t embarrass me. Not in front of one my oldest friends.”

“I don’t give a shit about that!” “You called me a liar!”

Brendon walked on and turned the corner.

“I’m sorry about that.” Ryan said deeply mortified.

Mark assured him it was okay. He gave Ryan his phone number, and that they should get together sometime.

Ryan smiled.
“I’d like that.” He hugged him goodbye. Then went to find Brendon.
He turned the corner, Brendon stuck his foot out, and Ryan tripped and fell. Brendon helped him up.

“I can’t wait to get you home!”

“Why? You were the one making an ass out of yourself.”

“Really?! You know what, I can see right through him. He wants you.”

Ryan laughed, “That’s insane!”

“I could tell, by his body language. The way he was looking you up and down.”

“We hadn’t seen each other since the second grade.”

To Brendon the conversation was over. They got home; Brendon was still not talking to him. Later Ryan got horny and went to the bedroom. He used the vibrator on himself; Brendon walked in and caught him.

“Here let me show you some real fun.”

He took his pants off, made himself hard, got on the bed, Ryan had been laying on his back, his legs were spread apart further by Brendon. He pushed the vibrator up, to make room, once satisfied with the position, he inserted his cock. He fucked him with the vibrator humming inside him. He held Ryan’s arms down at his side.

Brendon was enjoying it fully, he went faster, the vibrator started slipping, and Brendon stopped and shoved it back, until the tip met the head of his cock. Brendon fucked him long and deep. He didn’t want to stop. He’d rather see blood shoot out of his ass then do that. The more he thought about that Mark, the angrier he got, the angrier he got, all the deeper and harder he pounded Ryan. Finally he came. Ryan knew this was angry domineering sex. Brendon pulled out. Fucked him with the vibrator. Ryan’s hole was getting bigger.

“I suppose, you want to meet with him.”

“Yes I would, I hadn’t seen him since he and his family moved.

Brendon told him, he could meet with him once. He pulled the vibrator out. A small trickle of blood followed. Brendon smiled.

He leaned over and sucked on Ryan. As always left him hard.

“Jerk yourself off.’ Brendon said harshly. He grabbed his pillow; he was going to sleep on the couch.

Ryan laid there; Brendon was playing with him mentally. One day he was going to be brave and tell him how he felt. He got his phone and Marks number.
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Mark’s POV

I couldn’t begin to tell you how tickled I was, When Ryan called me.
Now I can’t wait, this is like the clock turning back for me. A second chance if you will, to see what might have been. I knew for years this was it; this was my soul mate… Now we’re actually going to see each other tomorrow.

Now I can go to bed a happy man.
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They met as planned the next day. First, they went and had coffee.

“So tell me, who was it my parents sold the house to?”

“The Smiths. Their son, Spencer became my best friend. You?”

“Well, my dad got that construction job in Jackpot we lived there until I was in the fifth grade. Then he got a construction contract In California, which lasted all through Middle school. Then we came back here, spent a summer in Elko. Then he finally got a permanent construction Job in Reno. I met a girl there, named Jennifer Boatman. We dated all through high school. Then after we graduated.
We got married. I loved Jenny a lot, but not like a boyfriend. I just dated and married her, so I could appear normal. After five months of marriage, I realized I was living a lie. I wasn’t sleeping with her. She fooled around behind my back, got pregnant, and panicked. She had an abortion. The final straw came; we were married six months by this time. She came home from shopping, caught me with my cock deep inside her 25-year-old brother’s ass. She told me she wanted an annulment.”

“You gave it to her?” Ryan asked.

Mark sighed.
“Yes I gave it her, and I was happy about it.

They went to their old haunts. They were driving down a dirt road; they stopped at a lake, where they used to swim. The radio was playing, with the volume low, Ryan could hear snatches of Haunted sleep’s new one “Plastic Flowers.”

(Plastic flowers, he gave to her, on her wedding day, plastic flowers on her grave, he threw them down and walked away.)

Mark turned to Ryan.
“I’m glad I met with you. You know Ryan, since the second grade, you were a beautiful boy I always thought so.

Ryan shifted in his seat.
“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I love you.”

“No. Listen, Mark I always thought you were a great friend. And that’s all you were to me. I think its best. That you take me home.

“Are you rejecting me?” Mark asked with hurt in his voice.

“I just don’t want anything to spoil our friendship. Now please take me home.”

Then he couldn’t hear the radio anymore. Mark couldn’t get the engine to turn over.

“Battery must have died. Since we’re here.” He leaned over and put his hand on Ryan’s crotch. Ryan backed away from him.

“Mark! What the hell?!! I said take me home!”

Mark called triple A. It was very late by the time they dispatched someone to charge Marks battery.

Once on the road, there was a tense silence. Mark broke it.

“I guess after tonight, I won’t be seeing you anymore.”

“I don’t think so.

“Why?”

“You betrayed a long standing trust I had with you. I went today to catch up with a dear friend, not for something like this.”

They pulled up in front of Ryan’s house. Without another word, Ryan got out and slammed the car door. Mark drove away.

Going up the porch, Ryan prayed Brendon Might be working with the guys, or sleeping. He didn’t plan to stay out this long. Maybe three hours tops. Now it was going on one A.M.
He went inside. His heart leaped to his throat and his stomach dropped. Brendon sat in an antique chair, his fingers laced around his chin. His brown eyes were a smoldering black.

A/N: The band Haunted Sleep. The words to Plastic Flowers belongs to me.
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A Step Closer To Hell Book 1