Gold And Coal (Ryden AU)

2.9 ◇ Disenchanted

Its my birthday congratulate me so i feel important

I spent the next few days at home, working, or at Spencer's, recovering from the infection and sewing the different parts of my broken heart back together with a very, very thin thread.

However, something pulled me back to the bar and after haven taken a shower at Spencer's, I headed there, hoping Brendon wouldn't be there, but there was a very high chance that he was.

I was greeted with friendly smiles and waves, which I returned happily. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards as I recognized one of the guys I had promised a drink to the other night. The tall one.

Nervously, I slid into the seat beside him and tapped his shoulder lightly. He turned around and grinned widely as he saw me.

"We were beginning to think you ditched us," he laughed, "I'm Dallon by the way."

I shook his hand. "Ryan."

"Where've you been, Ryan?" He asked, dragging my name on a little.

"Sick," I replied, realizing I kept on replying with just a word.

"Alright. So you here with anyone tonight?"

"No." Again.

"Not very talkative are we," Dallon chuckled, taking the last sip of his drink and I ordered two more, staying true to my word.

"I've had a rough couple of days," I finally said in a whole sentence.

"Don't worry, I don't mind," he smiled, dragging his eyes over my body.

I had a feeling where this would end. Emptying my drink in one go, I got up and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Would you like to dance with me? And please, actually dance with me because the last time I did this the guy didn't and I ended up almost dying."

He laughed and took my hand, pulling me with him.

We danced for quite some time, and I actually genuinely enjoyed myself, which hadn't really happened since Brendon.

Eventually, I couldn't stand the sight of his georgeous face glistening with sweat and toussled hair any longer and leant in to kiss him.

It was kind of awkward at first, but after a few moments of getting used to, the situation became a lot more heated and when I pulled away to get to a more secluded area, he was begging for more.

He fell backwards onto the fabric and pulled me with him. My lips found his again, and he bucked his hips up to meet mine, letting out a dirty moan, which went straight to my lower regions.

After several more minutes of solely grinding down on each other, he moved to unbutton my shirt and unzipped his pants

I flinched slightly as his cold hands found my skin, but his exposed dick took my mind of that very quickly.

Trailing sloppy kisses over his chest and stomach, I moved downwards, not hesitating as I took him in my mouth and begann moving my mouth up and down his lengh.

He whimpered my name and his hands grabbed a handful of my hair, guiding me on.

A soft 'pop' sounded as I released his not too shabby sized cock and Dallon muttered several words of disapproval.

I shut him up soon enough, when I seductively sucked on my fingers before slowly pushing one inside of him.

His face screwed up first in pain, but then in pleasure and I added another finger, twisting them inside of him and smirking as he moaned and thrust up his hips.

"Please, just fuck me already," he moaned darkly and I gladly complied, using saliva to make the process more smooth.

As I entered him, I let out a moan of my own (boi them rhymes tho) as I felt his tight body around my dick. I attached my lips to his as I begann moving slowly, hoping to distract him from the pain I now knew the extent of.

I didn't protest as he sank his teeth into my neck and raked his fingernails across my body as I picked up the pace.

Once I felt myself getting close, I wrapped a hand around his cock and started pumping it, watching Dallon arch his back with eyes scrunched shut and letting out the dirtiest of moans.

I released inside of him moments after he came across both our chests and rolled of him, both of us panting hard.

After a couple of minutes in which we just lay there, I noticed the music outside had stopped and I picked up raised voices.

I looked over to Dallon, who seemed equally confused. We both got up and pulled our clothes back on, opening the door to see what was going on.

We weren't the only ones sticking our heads out the doors, and we all followed the small group of people heading to the bar.

James was standing on top of it, shouting something, but it was too loud to understand what.

I glanced over to Dallon, pulling him down slightly to make sure he understood me, "do you see what's happening?"

He stood up on his tiptoes and looked around. "They're all running outside," he informed me.

I pushed my way over to the bar, where James had now given up on shouting and was no wildly gesturing towards the door.

"What's going on?" I asked him and he leant down to me, his eyes wide and fearful.

"You better leave, apparently someone tipped of the police about this place," he rushed out and pushed me towards the door. Confused, I followed Dallon, our thin frames allowing us to squeeze through the people already heading for the door.

Once outside, Dallon grabbed my arm and dragged me further away and around the corner.

"What's going on?" I finally asked, and he let go.

"Get out of here, don't ever come back, okay? If you do, it'll end badly," he quickly said before rushing off into the night, leaving me standing there.

I tried to call after him, but he didn't turn around. I decided to walk home, freezing as I heard hooves clopping on the pavement and pressed my body against the wall, hoping to hide it in the shadows.

The carriage was lit, and I suspected the people in uniform were the police, but that wasn't what caught my eye.

Unless they were deceiving me, I thought to recognize one person I had never thought I'd see again.

Someone who had given me countless sleepless nights and horrendous dreams.

It was the little girl from whom I had stolen the food from a little more than a year ago.

And she was seemingly staring right at me.

My heart beat picked up after having stopped for a second and I ran. I ran the fastest I had ever run.

My course had changed, I wasn't going home. I was either paranoid or this whole thing was completely my fault.

And there was one person I needed to warn.

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Well I was there on the day
They sold the cards for the queen,
And when the lights all went out
We watched our lives on the screen.
I hate the ending myself,
But it started with an alright scene

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