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There's No Such Thing As A Miracle

2009-09-27T05:50:59Z

Title: There's No Such Thing As A Miracle
Author: Kelsey cardenlovah
Rating: pg-13 for mentions of death
Pairing: Gen, off-screen Gabilliam and Ryan/Brendon/Shane
POV: 3rd
Summary: Based of the Boys Like Girls Lyric "I found out there's no such thing as a miracle."
Disclaimer: I don't own William or Gabe. (And normally I would put here that William having a child is debateable, but it's not now!)
Author Notes: My sister and I often exchange random prompts, and the lyric was one she gave me. Normally we try to write just drabbles, but many turn into standalones, or as I accidentally said the other day, "Drabbalones." Enjoy and comments are love!

William knocked on the door in front of him, waiting for it to open. A moment later the door swung open and the boy froze, looking at William.

“Hey, Ryan,” William greeted, biting his lip as he waited for Ryan to reply.

“Bill,” Ryan said simply. “Why are you here?” William stood there, silent for a moment.

“I-I don’t know,” William stuttered, shaking his head. “I’m-I’m sorry. I’ll just go,” he finished, turning and heading back to his car.

“Bill,” Ryan called out, stopping him. “Come in.” William turned looking at his old friend. “Come in,” Ryan repeated.

“You sure?” William asked with a confused look.

“Yeah,” Ryan smiled as William walked back to his door and Ryan lead him into the living room.

“You okay?” Ryan asked, sitting down on the loveseat, William on the couch. William stared at him for a moment before a tear ran down his cheek and he shook his head ‘no.’

“Did Gabe do something? Are you guys still together?” Ryan asked, worried about his friend.

“Yeah. H-he’s great. It’s not Gabe,” William wiped his tears away with his hand, but more came.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan asked, still worried.

“We wanted a child,” William explained. “And we adopted one.” Before William could continue, the front door of the house opened and two loud boys started through the house.

“One moment,” Ryan said, standing and heading to the door of the room and meeting the two boys there. He kissed both of them, then quietly said something. The taller one with curly-ish hair smiled at William then placed his hand on the shorter boy’s waist as he murmured something to Ryan. The shorter boy was bouncing on the balls of his feet, curiously watching Ryan, his eyes occasionally flicking to William. At the same time, the three boys nodded, making an agreement. Ryan again kissed both of them and the two boys turned and walked away much quieter then they had come. William heard the front door close as Ryan sat back down.

“Sorry, that was Brendon and Shane,” Ryan explained. “They’re um, my boyfriends.”

“You didn’t have to cancel your plans with them,” William told him carefully, but he slightly smirked at the difference between him and Ryan. Whereas he and Gabe wanted a child, Ryan and Brendon wanted another boyfriend.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna catch up with them later. You can continue what you were saying,” Ryan smiled. Another tear ran down William’s face as his mind traveled back to what he was saying and he looked at the ground.

“We adopted a daughter,” William choked. “And she got cancer. We prayed for a miracle for months,” William coughed as more tears came. “But we found out there’s no such thing as a miracle,” William choked back tears. “She started rejecting the chemo and we lost her two weeks ago.” William wiped away even more tears and Ryan stood up, walking briskly over to him and pulling his friend into a hug. When William had ran away three years ago to be with Gabe, Ryan had missed his friend a lot, but knew he was happier with Gabe. Now his friend was back, but heartbroken, and Ryan couldn’t help but want to fix it.

“Did you tell your parents?” Ryan asked, his fingers playing in the boy’s hair.

“I went to their house, my mom opened the door, asked if I was still with Gabe, closed the door in my face when I said ‘yes.’” William explained.

“Why’d you come back?” Ryan asked.

“I just needed to get out of our house for a while. Everything there reminds me of her. Gabe’s still there, cleaning it out and trying to sell the house. Then we’re going to buy a different one,” William explained, stopping several times.

“Where are you going while you’re here?” Ryan asked, still holding his friend.

“I don’t know,” William admitted.

“Stay here,” the other boy requested carefully. “We’ve got plenty of room and Shane and Bren would love to meet you,” Ryan begged. “I’ve missed you being here.”

“You sure?” William asked.

“Most definitely,” Ryan stated. “But right now why don’t you come with me to meet up with Brendon and Shane. We’re going bowling. Come kick our asses and take Brendon’s ego down,” Ryan laughed quietly. “He always wins.” William smiled for the first time in months as he kissed his friends cheek.

“Thanks,” William laughed.

spencertized @ 2009-05-16T02:24:00

2009-05-16T06:35:42Z

Title: El Cuerpo
Author: Kelsey cardenlovah
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gabilliam, Slight Alex/Nate
POV: 3rd
Summary: William can't pass his Spanish test without a little help from his friends.
Disclaimer: I know William's trying to learn Spanish? But Gabe and William didn't know each other in high school, so clearly this didn't happen.
Author Notes: Um..I had my Spanish test today. I did not have Gabe Saporta help me. This is what we call a tragedy. But hopefully I still did well. Feel free to point out any mistakes and please comment! <3

“Fuck it! I hate Spanish!” William cursed as he threw his pen on the ground next to his book and fell backwards, lying on the carpet.

“Excuse me?” Gabe asked, walking in and cocking a hip as he looked at his boyfriend on the ground.

“Not like, Spanish people or anything, more like…” William paused, “I’m just going to fail my Spanish test tomorrow.” Gabe knelt down beside the boy and looked at the book.

“This is so easy,” Gabe commented.

“You’re Spanish, of course you think that!” William rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. Gabe sighed and crawled up his boyfriend’s body.

“La boca,” Gabe murmured, kissing the boy on the mouth. Gabe nodded to the boy and William repeated him.

“Mouth?” William asked. Gabe nodded and kissed him again.

“La boca,” Gabe kissed the boy again and smiled. “Los brazos,” Gabe murmured, pulling the boy’s arms around his neck and kissing his forearms.

“Arms,” William smiled, “los brazos.”

“Bien,” Gabe smirked, “las piernas.” William giggled as Gabe pulled his legs up around his waist then struggled before standing and carrying him to his bedroom.

“Legs,” William giggled as Gabe laid him on the bed. “Las piernas.”

“Sí,” Gabe kissed the boy’s lips again, then looked at him questioning.

“La boca,” William grinned as Gabe nodded and crawled on the bed over his boyfriend.

“Los manos,” Gabe said, kissing the palm of William’s hand. “Hands.”

“Los manos,” William said, lacing one hand with Gabe’s.

“Camiseta, pantalones,” Gabe murmured, as he pulled William’s shirt over his head, then started working on his pants.

“Seriously? This is how you plan on making me remember Spanish?” William laughed as Gabe pulled off his own pants and let them join William’s on the floor.

“Sí, seriamente,” Gabe murmured, smiling as he pulled the boy‘s boxers off leaving him completely naked. “El pene,” Gabe laughed as he ran his wrapped his hand around William cock and William bit his lip before letting out a quiet laugh.

“Not on the test, Gabe,” William panted, biting his lip again. Gabe laughed then gently ran his finger’s up the boy’s sides and onto the boy’s mouth.

“Los dedos,” Gabe murmured as he slipped his fingers into William’s mouth. William sucked on the fingers for a second before running his tongue all the way around them, getting them all wet before Gabe slipped them out.

“Los dedos,” William murmured, laying his head back on a pillow and spreading his legs, waiting. “fingers,” William gasped as Gabe ran his fingers around the boy’s entrance. “Oh, fuck.” William panted as Gabe slipped his fingers into the boy’s entrance.

“What’s mouth?” Gabe asked, pressing his lips briefly to William’s then pulling away and stilling his fingers, waiting for an answer.

“La..” William panted, thinking. “La boca. Please move.”

“And legs?” Gabe asked, slightly moving his fingers inside the boy then stopping again for the answer.

“La piernas,” William murmured, pushing against Gabe’s fingers as Gabe scissor them inside the boy.

“Bien. What’s mano?” Gabe asked, finding William’s prostate with his fingers then pulling his fingers out when William bucked up and moaned loudly.

“Oh, fuck...uh, hand,” William groaned. “Please,” William whined.

“La espalda,” Gabe said, “What is it?”

“I don’t know. You haven’t said that one,” William panted, looking pleadingly at Gabe.

“Back,” Gabe murmured. “Espalda is back. El pie is foot.”

“Espalda is back. Pie is foot,” William panted. “Please, now, Gabe.”

“Remember those,” Gabe commented, smirking. Gabe leaned over to William’s dresser and pulled a condom out of the drawer then leaned back over his boyfriend. Gabe put the condom on then made sure William’s legs were securely around his waist. “Ready?” Gabe asked, smiling.

“Fuck yeah,” William replied, waiting impatiently for Gabe. Gabe carefully pushed in then leaned down to kiss the boy.

“Fingers,” Gabe asked, stilling inside the boy.

“Dedos,” William grunted, gasping as Gabe quickly pulled out and thrust back in.

“Foot.”

“Pie,” William gasped.

“Bien. Brazo,” Gabe panted, thrusting in again and hitting William’s prostate dead on.

“Arm,” William screamed, and Gabe was very glad that William’s parents weren’t home.

“Espalda,” Gabe grunted, thrusting into his boyfriend roughly.

“Back,” William moaned, throwing his head back with his mouth open. “Fuck, Gabe, I’m gonna - Gabe.” Gabe ran his hand down the boy’s side and kissed his neck.

“Come then,” Gabe whispered, licking the boy’s neck.

“Fuck,” William arched his back, coming all over their chests and Gabe’s hand.

***

William filled in the last blank and quickly looked over the test, checking his answers and trying to will his boner to go away before he had to get up to turn the test in. William sighed and pulled down his hoodie before standing and walking up to the table where his teacher sat and the test was to be turned in.

“May I use the restroom?” William whispered, placing his paper on the stack. The teacher nodded, not even looking up and William quickly thanked him before heading out of the room and to the bathroom. “Fuck,” William murmured to himself as he reached the bathroom door. One of the stall doors opened and Nate walked out, his cheeks flushed and hair messed up.

“Wow,” William laughed, “Alex help you learn Spanish?” But before the end of the question, Alex walked out of the stall, cheeks also flushed and sweaty.

“Um, good luck,” Alex murmured to Nate as he walked past and William laughed fully. Nate blushed fiercely.

“I’m obviously not the only one. I’ll leave you alone,” Nate smirked as he quickly fixed his hair in the mirror and walked out. William blushed back before quickly going to occupy the empty stall. Fucking Spanish.

~El Fin~

Penny For Your Thoughts

2009-04-13T05:00:28Z

Title: Penny For Your Thoughts
Author: Kelsey cardenlovah
Rating: G
Pairing: gen
Summary: Pennies, puppies and other stuff like that.
Disclaimer: Not real, but I bet Singer wishes it were.
Author Notes: Just wrote this after discussing it one day. It should come true. Singer would like it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Cash asked as he picked up a penny off the parking lot they had just stopped in for the night’s show.

“I want a puppy,” Singer made a pouty face, but took the penny and stuck it in his pocket.

***

“That’ll be 11.94,”the cashier told Sonny and he paid for his food and the cashier gave him back his change. Sonny looked at the change then held out his hand with the nickel and penny to Singer.

“Nickel and penny for your thoughts?” he asked, smirking.

“I really want a puppy,” Singer said then took the change and stuck it in his pocket.

When they got back to the van that night, Singer stuck the change into a side pouch in his suitcase before climbing into the van with the others.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Ian asked, picking up a penny from the stage when they walked on stage for sound check.

“I want a puppy,” Singer said, then stuck the penny in his pocket and turned to his microphone to start the sound check.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Marshall asked, holding out a penny that he had just picked up from the venue’s floor to Singer.

“I wanna puppy,” Singer pouted, taking the penny and sticking it into his pocket.

***

William smiled from across the room and started walking toward the younger boy.

“Alex! Long time no see. What’s up?” he asked, smiling to the younger boy. Alex shrugged and William sat there for a second then reached in his pocket and pulled out a penny. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“I want a puppy,” Singer pouted, then smiled to William as he stuck the penny in his pocket.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Singer’s mom asked, smiling at her son as she picked up a penny from the sidewalk and handed it to him.

“I want a puppy,” he pouted. She smiled, good naturedly at him as they kept walking down the street. When Singer got home he emptied the pouch form his suitcase into a jar and smiled before going to find something else to do.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Cassadee asked, smiling at Singer.

“I want a puppy,” Singer smiled as he took the penny and stuck it in his pocket then continued talking to the girl and the rest of her band.

***

“Penny for your thoughts, dude,” Mike tossed a penny toward Singer and Singer caught it and stuck it in his pocket.

“I want a puppy!” Signer called back, smiling.

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Travis asked, handing Singer a penny. Singer opened his mouth to speak but Travis spoke before him. “You want a puppy.” Singer grinned and nodded.

***

“Pennies for your thoughts,” Gabe called, tossing a whole roll of pennies to Singer and Singer smirked as he caught them.

“I want a puppy!” Singer called back and Gabe smiled.

“Me too!”

***

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jon asked, handing a penny to Ian.

“Singer wants a puppy,” Ian said, then handed the penny over to Singer who was sitting beside him, talking to Brendon.

***

“Penny for your thoughts, Dollar for your insides,” Pete said, handing Singer a dollar and penny.

“I don’t want to give my insides away, but I’ll take the money,” Singer smiled, and put it in his pocket. “And I want a puppy.”

***

“Penny for your thoughts,” Logan said, smiling as she hugged Singer.

“I want a puppy and I’m happy to see you,” Singer smiled back, hugging her.

*** A year later

Singer counted the rolls then sat them down and wrote the total down on a piece of paper. Johnson glanced at the paper then reached in his pocket.

“Don’t forget tax,” he whispered, smiling. Singer beamed up at him and took the five dollar bill that Johnson was handing him.

“Thanks.”

***

“Are you sure that’s the one you want?” the lady asked, looking at the puppy in the cage.

“Yes,” Singer beamed at the little puppy yelping in the cage as the lady opened the cage and pulled it out. She carried it to the front and he paid with the money he had just got from exchanging the change for dollars at the bank.

***

Singer walked into the house and smiled. “I’m home,” he called, smiling as he heard his sister come running.

“Alex!!!” she yelled running to him before she spotted the moving bundle in his arms and her eyes got wider. “Puppy!”

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, pulling out a penny from his pocket that was left over.

“I like your puppy,” she smiled and took the penny before reaching out to the puppy. The puppy yelped and happily licked her hand.

“I like him too.”

Sand In Your Shoes

2009-03-18T02:46:07Z

Title: Sand In Your Shoes
Author: Kelsey cardenlovah
Rating: G
Pairing: Gavin Phillips/Dan Young (This Providence)
POV: 3rd
Summary: Beaches are hot. Dan is hot. They go nicely in this story...
Disclaimer: Not how Gavin and Dan met. Not how the song was written. Not a bit real.
Author Notes: GO.BUY.THE.NEW.THIS.PROVIDENCE.ALBUM.NOW!

“Just go talk to him already,” David sighed from where he was sitting on the couch in the living room in the rental house that he shared with his best friend Gavin and boyfriend Andy.

“I don’t even know him!” Gavin defended, but didn’t take his eyes from the boy walking down on the beach.

“Yeah, but you’ve been watching him for the past hour. You should feel like you know him from watching him that long.” Andy commented from beside his boyfriend.

“Shut up,” Gavin sighed still watching the boy.

“You really should go,” David commented then looked back down to the computer in his lap. The room was silent for a few more minutes with only the sounds coming from David typing.

“Alright, I’m going!” Gavin sighed with his forehead wrinkled as he stood up and headed for the door. Both David and Andy smirked then watched as Gavin slipped on flip flops and walked out the door.

“When you’re only eighteen and you’ve got nothing to lose,” the boy sang loudly to himself then sighed and kicked some water as a wave rushed up to wash over his feet again as he walked down the beach. “Damn, I why can’t I come up with more lyrics!” the boy sighed heavily then kicked more water. “When you’re only eighteen and you’ve got nothing to lose,” the boy sang again, then kicked more water.

“And you’re living the dream with the sand in your shoes,” Gavin said, just loud enough for the boy to hear him. The boy spun around, surprised at the other voice, and blushed.

“Um, hi,” the boy said.

“Hi, and, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Gavin commented walking closer.

“No, it’s just, - uh- I didn’t see anyone come out here,” the boy replied, blushing again. And Gavin could get high from this boy’s accent. Or maybe he already is, he just doesn’t realize it because he’s already high from the beauty of his face.

“You write lyrics?” Gavin asked smiling as they walked closer together.

“Uh, yeah, it’s kind of just a pastime. Or, my parents wish it was. I kind of want to be a singer, but that’s unlikely,” the boy admitted, again blushing and looking down this time so his pretty dark brown hair covered his face.

“No, you’re actually pretty good,” Gavin commented back, smiling.

“Uh, thanks,” the boy blushed but smiled at Gavin. “Are you from around here?”

“No, my friends and I are just down here for a few weeks for the summer, we‘re from Seattle,” Gavin said. “Actually, we’re trying to promote our band some here.” he admitted, smiling. “And actually, we’re looking for a lead singer if you’re interested.” Gavin added as a second thought. He surely wouldn’t mind being around this boy’s voice all the time.

“I’m from here, but my family recently moved to Washington. I’m here visiting old friends that I had to leave. And thanks on the band thing, but I wouldn’t want to join without you talking to your band mates some,” Dan smiled.

“They wouldn’t mind. They’re actually up in our rental house right now. I could go get them if you want to meet them. Or um, we could all meet up tomorrow or something,” Gavin offered, smiling.

“Uh, um, I guess. Sure, Tomorrow would be fine,” Dan said.

“Okay, one thing first.” Gavin said before he left to go get David and Andy.

“Yeah?” the beautiful Australian accent rang clear.

“What’s your name?”

“Dan. Yours?”

“Gavin. Um, could you give me your number so I can call you tomorrow?”

“Um, I don’t have a pen, uh-”

“Um, here. Write it on my arm,” Gavin said, handing Dan a sharpie from his jeans pocket. At this point, Gavin was glad that they had had a show earlier that afternoon and he had a sharpie in his pocket.

“Okay.” Dan carefully wrote the numbers on Gavin’s arm before smiling up at him. “Thanks.” Dan blushed again.

“No problem. I’ll call you tomorrow. Gavin smiled and turned to walk back to their rental house. Right before he made it off the beach he heard the boy start singing again.

“When you’re only eighteen and you’ve got nothing to lose, and you’re living a dream with the sand in your shoes. Falling in love is easy, it’s easy to do. When you’re dancing on the beach where the water meets your feet, And a cool ocean breeze is fighting the heat. I said, falling in love is easy, it’s easy to do, it’s easy to do, I’m falling for you.”

Keep Tossing Rocks At Your Window

2009-03-18T01:20:04Z

Title: Keep Tossing Rocks At Your Window
Author: Seda hesmagicandmyth
Rating: G
Pairing: Andy Horst/David Blaise (This Providence)
POV: 3rd
Summary: It's a drabble. It won't take you two seconds to read it and find out.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right. I totally own two boys from the other side of the country and I keep them in a shoebox under my bed. Get real. Overused lyrics from We The Kings.
Author Notes: Go buy This Providence's new album "Who Are You Now?" out today (if you haven't already, that is).

A tiny rock hit the window for the sixth time since midnight and Andy sighed, turning over in his bed and trying to ignore the small sound each one made. Another tapped against the window and the stone hit the ground.

Andy remained still.

When the eighth rock hit the window lightly, Andy smirked slightly, but didn’t make an effort to get up.

And he waited. But no stone hit the window.
So he waited some more.
But no pebbles disturbed him again.

After a few minutes of silence, he sat up and looked toward the window. His brow wrinkled and he pushed the covers off himself, standing up and slipping his feet into flip flops.

When he stepped out the back door, he could see the boy in the branches of the old tree that leaned from the yard next door and over the fence into Andy‘s yard.

Andy walked to right under the branch the boy was on and looked up at him. He wrinkled his nose a little and smiled, “Were you just gonna give up?”

David sighed exaggeratedly and looked up the moon above them. “Nope. Just ran out of rocks.”

“You enjoying it up there or do you wanna come inside?”

David smiled and looked back down to Andy. “You have to ask?”

Andy held his arms up and braced them as David grasped Andy’s hands to support himself and hopped down from the tree.

“Come on, isn’t it time you were in bed?” Andy laughed as they walked back toward the house.

David shook his head and reached to open the door. “Shut up, it’s not me who was awake waiting for pebbles to hit my window.”

Andy just grinned and nodded David into the house ahead of him.

Deafening Silence- Chapter One

2009-02-04T19:10:00Z

Title: Deafening Silence
Author: Seda hesmagicandmyth
Rating: Overall, probably PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, side of Gabe/William and Jon/Spencer
Summary: A slave!fic that takes place in Europe in the 1600s(ish).
Disclaimer: None of the guys are really slaves and even if they were, they belong to Pete so none of this is true. Title stolen from Mayday Parade (well, kind of).
Author Notes: This may or may not have been inspired by some BDSM fic that I read with a collar involved. I have a weakness for collars. This fic however has nothing to do with BDSM.
And when I said I'd try to have the fist chapter up by Friday, I really meant allow me to leave my notebook containing the story at work over the weekend and then allow LJ to close when I do go to post it and all that jazz. So, how is mid-Wednesday for you?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ryan sat down his cards and sighed, “I should stop playing against you, Mike. You‘d think I‘d learn.”

“A Ross never learns.” Mike laughed back. “Or at least, you never have,”

“I owe you,“ Ryan muttered with a shake of his head as he pushed a few gold coins toward his friend. He stood up from the table, reaching for his overcoat. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you owe me,” Mike agreed with a smirk. “Big.”

“Oh, fine..” Ryan sighed overdramatically, “Take Billiam. I should replace him anyway.”

“You selling him?” Mike asked, looking horribly confused.

“Not on your life, Carden.” Ryan grinned at the slave on the floor by his feet and picked up the leash connected to his collar. “William’s the best slave a man could ever own.” he complimented and William stood with the movements of the leash.

“I’ll pay the rest to you next time I see you,” Ryan promised Mike, “But right now, I’ve got to get downtown before everything’s picked over. People to see.” he said with a playful raise of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah” Mike nodded, “Just don’t gamble against any of them!” he called after the two as they exited the parlor.

“Why are we going downtown? Are you filling Brent’s place?” William asked once they were on the road.

“Well, I was just going to help Gabe pick out a few slaves to help with his latest building project, but if you see a slave that just catches your eye as a replacement, let be know.”

William nodded, “Deal.” It didn’t offend him to hear Ryan refer to himself or any of the others as slaves. It’s what they were and they knew it. To them, it felt much the same as referring to the workers in the city as shoemakers and blacksmiths. It’s not an insult if it’s a fact.

Ryan and William only regretted the term on the rare occasion that they visited the slave market and saw it carved into the sign on the iron fence that kept the market outside the city. It was that rare occasion that William always remembered the difference- there were no markets selling shoemakers or blacksmiths.

“Gabe!” Ryan called across the loud, boisterous sounds of the market- sounds
they tried their best to block out: families crying inconsolably as they were sold apart, whips cracking down over bare skin, the angry yells of slave drivers, and other things that would keep William up at night.

“Can we hurry please?” William asked his master.

“Of course,” Ryan replied as Gabe approached them with his favored slave at his heels.

The taller man grinned when he’d walked closer. “And how are you two gentleman this afternoon?”

“I’m not a gentleman.” William mumbled as a blush swept lightly over his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me what you are or are not, “Gabe pretended to order. “If you act like a gentleman, then you are one.”

“How many?” Ryan asked, ignoring them and motioning toward the caravans nearby. Gabe looked out over the different slave drivers and their pathetic stock.

“Three?” he spoke, half question, half statement. William looked somewhat disappointed so Gabe retried his answer, “Maybe four.” And William looked slightly happier.

“Alright then,” Ryan nodded to himself, walking off with William in the direction of a caravan that looked to have the most slaves available.

“Come on, Nate,” Gabe said, tugging the leash of the boy behind him and both following Ryan.

“Need some who can work and not put up a fight,” Ryan informed the slave driver when he’d gotten close enough to talk to the man. He looked around the group of slaves. It seemed all of them were thin and half-starved, not even close to being healthy enough to work like they should, but Ryan didn‘t argue because none of the market’s slaves had looked decent in months. Every mass of them brought through were just as starved as the next. “Young, strong workers. We’re building.” Ryan said like it would make a difference.

The slave driver motioned to one of his workers. “224.”

Instantly the other man went and removed the shackles from the ankles of a young, thin boy. Ryan and Gabe glanced at one another and then the merchandise they were being offered. This was the best in stock?

Gabe shrugged and circled the boy, looking him over carefully. He wasn‘t necessarily paying attention to his red hair or half-tattooed arms, but more his structure and whether or not he figured he‘d hold up under pressure. “You’ve got all of your teeth?” he asked.

The boy deemed “224” opened his mouth to show his potential owner a full set of teeth.

“Can you work hard?”

“Yes, m’ lord,” his words returned unconvincingly.

Gabe nodded and looked over to the slave driver. “I need three more like this one.”

The man nodded and listed off a few more numbers to his men, resulting in six boys like “224” being dragged from their places in the masses to a small line-up in front of the two masters.

Gabe looked over one boy as Ryan looked over the next.

Fairly quickly, Gabe approved the first boy. He was shorter in stature than the one he’d picked the moment before, but he looked like he might be stronger. Not to mention, his arms were covered in tattoos, which seemed to give the idea that he was tougher than he appeared to be. Still, it was hard for anyone to look too tough with their ribs showing and dirt caked in their light brown hair (it could possibly even be blond if they washed it). Gabe decided though that his face was kind enough and his face seemed resigned so he’d do.

Ryan approved the boy next to him, “153” as the tattoo on the side of his waist said. His ribs showed too, but his arms were equally covered in different intricate patterns of ink, and he didn’t seem to want to put up a fight. Not to mention, his jet black hair and lightly tanned skin made him stand out just enough that Ryan thought he was pretty enough to need to keep.

Then Gabe pointed out a boy on the other end of the line. “Ry-” he motioned his friend over and gestured toward the boy.

The slave in front of them was average height, lean build, and rather young- still a teenager if they had guess. He had curly dark brown hair that fell just a little below his shoulders, and what appeared to be a once rather toned torso…before the food had been withheld from him long enough to dissolve much of the appearance he‘d probably once had.

“This is a worker?” Gabe asked the slave driver skeptically.

“He is now,” the gruff man replied sharply, causing Gabe and Ryan to glance knowingly at one another. This boy had never seen a day of work outside of his master’s bedroom.

“I’m not looking to work one of them to death,” Gabe spoke sternly to the slave driver. “I don’t like this market and I don’t want to have to come back soon.” He reached up to feel the slave boy’s arm and the boy shied away, scared of the swift movement. Gabe, Ryan, William, and Nate all shared in their look of disapproval. “Is he going to be able to work or not?”

“He’ll work just fine,” the driver promised and Gabe motioned for the boy to join the other three slaves he’d chosen.

The remaining boys in the line were ordered back to their places where they could be reshackled. William’s face fell as he watched them, as the one with flowers tattooed to his left arm saw Gabe pay for the boys he’d chosen. If William had of blinked, had of not paid as close attention, he would have missed it, but he didn’t. The slave boy blinked and a single tear hit the dusty ground beside his bare feet.

“Ryan-” William whispered and his master turned his attention to the direction he saw William staring. “That one?”

Ryan trusted his slave’s judgment enough to stop the man placing shackles on the boy’s ankles.

“Excuse me,” he called, “bring that one back over here. Let me see him.”

The man led the slave back over to the potential customer and Ryan sighed.

“Teeth?” he questioned and the slave looked up and opened his mouth, but Ryan didn’t pay very much attention to his teeth. All he saw were big, brown eyes and lush, light pink lips, dark brown hair falling over the slaves face some.

“How much?” Ryan asked immediately. William smiled, pleased with himself as Ryan reached into his pocket for his money.

The boy, according to his waist’s tattoo- 289, looked down at his feet now free, but didn’t fight when the cheap rope was placed around his neck. He was captive, and he was used to it. After all, he’d never known any different.

Ryan’s hand held firmly to the rope’s end all the way home, afraid the boy would try to make a run for it and when they reached the edge of the Ross property, Ryan reached and unclasped the leash from William’s collar.

“Run ahead and tell Patrick to heat water for a bath. One for me and you and one for our newcomer.”

William nodded and headed briskly for the house. Ryan watched him with a small smile, then turned to his newest purchase.

“What’s your name? I mean, surely it’s not some number really.”

A hollow voice spoke up, but the boy never took his eyes off the path in front of them, “It’s Brendon.”

“Brendon.” Ryan responded. “Yeah, that’s better than a number. Where are you from, Brendon?”

The slave’s brow furrowed a moment. He had to answer. Had to, but… “The coast?” he answered, but it sounded more like he was asking, trying to tell if that was a sufficient answer.

“How old are you?” Ryan asked.

Brendon flipped out a few fingers hastily by his side as if he were counting before finding the nerve to ask, “It it April?”

“April starts next week.” Ryan told him gently.

“I will be twenty-two in early April.”

“I turned twenty-two this past August.” Ryan volunteered as if Brendon cared about his new master’s birthday.

When the house come into view, Darren was out drawing in the horses. A smile spread across Ryan’s face and he looked at Brendon in the darkening sunset. “Do you like animals?”

“They’re fine.” Brendon replied, expecting to be told he’d be sleeping with them or something.

“Can you lead horses, feed, groom, train them?” Ryan asked.

Brendon paused a moment and took his eyes off the path to look at the field and stable in the distance. “I- I probably could, but I don’t know how really. I haven’t worked with animals since I was ten or so, I guess.”

Ryan nodded, more to himself than to Brendon before commenting, “We used to have another slave working in the stables with Darren, but when my father passed away this past year, he freed him and I was left to take over the estate and find someone to help Darren. You shouldn‘t have any problems getting along with him. He‘s lived here seven, eight years, I think and so he should be able to show you around just fine.”

Brendon didn’t say anything, just looked back at his feet and followed Ryan to the house. William opened the door when Ryan and Brendon reached the side entrance.

“Thank you,” Ryan told the boy at the door and Brendon had to look up to double check that there was a collar around William’s neck. He’d been enslaved for nearly twenty-two years and no master had ever told him thank you for anything. Brendon wondered what it took to be worthy of a thank you from this new master.

Ryan walked with Brendon and William to a room toward the back of the house.

“Ryan,” Patrick greeted with a smile, “Marshall and Ian are heating your bath.” He reached and took Ryan’s coat for him. “Should Greta-”

“Yeah-” Ryan nodded, taking his coat from Patrick and handing it to William. “On your way back, tell Greta to get materials ready and bring a measuring tape.”

When William nodded and was gone, Ryan turned back to Patrick.

“This is Brendon,” he spoke and Patrick held out his hand to the new arrival.

“Patrick,” he informed and Brendon nodded until he saw Patrick reach next to his side and take his hand to shake. Brendon felt the hand around his firmly and brought his eyes up slowly to check around Patrick’s neck, but was startled at what he found - no collar.

“I’ll leave him with you,” Ryan spoke to Patrick and Patrick nodded.

As Ryan left, Patrick latched the door . “So you’re filling in for Brent now?”

Brendon looked down, “The stables?” he asked weakly.

“Yes, that’s right,” Patrick responded, checking the temperature of the water he had heating over the fire. “How long were you with the caravan?”

Brendon thought, “Since last summer, m’ lord.”

“Patrick,” the servant quickly corrected, “Call me Patrick. I’m not your master.”

Brendon nodded again.

There was a soft knock on the door and Patrick opened the door to a blond girl with a smiling face.

Brendon didn’t understand when Greta first went to work, making small talk and measuring him- the length of his arms, the distance from his waist to the floor. When Greta told him his clothes would be ready tomorrow, Brendon took a moment to process it all. New clothes. He’d never had new clothes. Slaves don’t receive new clothes. And these would be personal, tailored to fit Brendon. His mind whirled until Greta had gone and Patrick had filled the tub with warm water.

He brought soap, a sponge, and a large towel to the side of the bathtub and motioned for Brendon. The slave slowly stripped himself of the filthy rags he’d been wearing as trousers for the past few months and stepped toward the tub.

Instantly, tears rose to his eyes and his body shuttered as his cold skin became surrounded by the steaming water.

Patrick picked up the sponge and soaked it before applying soap and quietly beginning to wash the grimy filth from Brendon’s body.

Brendon closed his eyes, focusing on the warmth around him and the gentle washing of the sponge on his back and shoulders.

Patrick washed the boy thoroughly until William brought clothes.

“Darren’s,” he told Patrick and was gone.

And as Brendon was redressing himself, marveling at the scent of soap remaining on him, it occurred to him that in order for him to be borrowing Darren’s clothes that either Darren was sitting naked somewhere or that Darren had more than one set of clothes.

When he finished dressing, Patrick pulled two chairs up near the fire. “Take a seat. Ry- Master Ross will be here eventually.”

It did take a while- probably half an hour, but Brendon passed the time just fine- staring into the fire, smelling his hands, nearly wondering over his fingernails now that Patrick had scrubbed them clean, and sitting in a chair. It had been years since he’d sat anywhere but the ground.

Brendon was pulled from his examination of his bare, clean feet by a grinning Patrick. “I almost forget this,” he spoke as he held a small brush in front of Brendon.

The slave’s brow knotted as he took the little brush.

“It’s for your teeth,” Patrick filled in.

Brendon couldn’t say he was crazy about the slimeygritty feeling of the paste or for its saltyminty flavor, but the feeling of his teeth afterward kept his tongue pleasantly entertained until Ryan returned to the room.

Any high the boy may have been on vanished however, the instant he saw the leather strap in Ryan’s hand. Patrick nodded toward Ryan and left the room, the door closing firmly after him. Ryan moved to occupy the seat Brendon had previously waited in And the boy knew his role. He moved quickly, kneeling at Ryan’s feet on the hardwood floor.

Gently, Ryan lifted his new purchase’s head, sliding the stiff, black leather around his neck.

Brendon’s heart felt heavy as he heard the small padlock click closed. He’d been there before, trapped by something so small. It was a lonely and hollow feeling to think about, but when a master still had their hands on his neck, Brendon couldn’t help himself.

“Is that okay?” Ryan asked softly, as if Brendon might be skittish.

Brendon thought, wanted to shout no, that it wasn’t okay and that he was supposed to be free, but he didn’t. He just took a deep breath and considered the collar. He could feel it, but he had plenty of room the breath, to gasp even, so he nodded. “Yes, master.”

“Alright,” Ryan spoke firmly. “My name is Ryan Ross. This is my estate and it’s run by my word and rule. There are on average only seventy slaves. You sleep in the slave quarters, eat there, work where I assign for ten years. You work faithfully for ten years and you buy your freedom. Cause trouble and I add time to your stay. Do you understand?”

Brendon’s mind lingered over the fact that Ryan’s hand was still gently pressed against the collar and Brendon’s neck. He wasn’t sure if a master had ever touched him except to strike him.

“Yes, master,” he replied. “Thank you.”

“Patrick will show you to your quarters,” Ryan informed, standing up and motioning for Brendon to stand. “Have you eaten?”

Brendon had learned to ignore hunger, but at the mention of food his eyes gained a spark and his mouth watered.

“N-no, master.”

“I’ll see to it that Patrick gets you something left from dinner.”

Ryan unlatched the door and the servant was waiting. Patrick reached and attached the leash in his hand the Brendon’s collar.

“Get him something to eat, please,” Ryan told the other man. “William and I are going to bed.”

Brendon let his mind take in Ryan’s last line to Patrick- “William and I” and “bed.” Brendon decided if that was what it required for a “thank you” from his new master that he was no longer interested and he let Patrick lead him to the slave quarters.

Deafening Silence- Prologue

2009-01-28T20:34:35Z

The Back Button Is Your Friend

2009-01-02T09:53:12Z

Title: The Back Button Is Your Friend
Author: Kelsey cardenlovah
Rating: G
Pairing: Alex Suarez / Nate Novarro
POV: Alex Suarez
Summary: Is the Back Button really your friend?
Disclaimer: If you got here by Googling your name or the name of someone you know, consider what is most likely behind the cut. This means, Suarez, feel free to look. Nate's dad, feel free to press back and then, you know, back again until you are far, far away from this page.
Author Notes: Just a drabble that made us laugh at 4 in the morning.

I pulled up a story of me and Nate. There were few of these and they were normally good. I quickly read through the top, you know, the writer, the rating, the summary, then the disclaimer.

“If you got here by Googling your name or the name of someone you know, please remember, the back button is your friend.” I read to myself. But the back button would take me away from this glorious story! The back button is not my friend, I decided. There were some footsteps behind me and I glanced back to find no other than fucking Nate Novarro.

The back button is my friend! The back button is my friend! The back button is my friend!

I quickly pressed the back button several times before a head rested on my shoulder and a small laugh came out.

“Why are you reading about Gabe and William’s sex life?” Nate asked, slightly laughing. “I know enough about their real sex life that I don’t ever need to read any of the made up stuff about them online,” he stated, still giggling, head still rested on my shoulder. The back button is your friend! My mind told me again and I clicked it once again. Nate died out laughing as the page before that showed up. Cobra Slashship.

Fuck. He laughed, then rested his head back on my shoulder.

“You are such a loser,” he smirked. I smiled at him as he sat down beside me.

“Shut up, Novarro, you know you like it. You just wait until no one’s around to read it,” I smirked then hit the forward button to get back to the story of me and him that I was reading as he turned on the TV. His eyes stayed on it for a few moments but I saw them wonder back to my screen, trying to be discreet about it. A smile came across his face and he rested back against me.

“I haven’t read that one, but if it’s any good, we’ll try it out later,” he smirked, then quickly got up and left the lounge, smirking. That loser!

“Oh, then we will definitely try this one,” I smirked and murmured to myself. Definitely.