we're not on the map but we're on our way

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Jon makes Brendon roll the condom on him, because seeing Brendon fumble and his hands shake is endearing and a turn on at the same time. Jon takes a hold of his cock, holding it at the base as Brendon sorts out his limbs, searching. Brendon bites his lower lip in concentration, focusing, and then he is pushing himself down on Jon's cock. The way Brendon gasps, and the way he breathes like he is drowning, are small signs that he isn't used to this yet. God, this kid turns Jon on.

Jon lets Brendon go as fast or as slow as he pleases, letting Brendon explore. He keeps watching the muscles on Brendon's stomach move, he focuses on watching Brendon. Brendon lets out small gasps as he slowly rocks his hips, and he takes a hold of Jon's hand, lacing their fingers together and clutching tight. He begins to build a rhythm, eyes closed and head rolled back, balancing himself with the help of Jon's hand in his, Jon's other hand tight on his hip. Brendon bites on his lip because he wants to cry out until his lungs give out, but that would be embarrassing. He wants to moan Jon's name, he feels like breaking down and sobbing because it feels so overwhelming. But he bites his lip and rides Jon's cock, and it feels more natural than it probably should.

Jon wants to outlast Brendon this time, and he manages. He lets Brendon drive himself wild on his cock, he strokes Brendon hard and fast, and soon Brendon's come is spurting on Jon's lower stomach in hot streaks, and Brendon is clenching around him so tight and so good. Fuck, it's an incredible sight. Jon flips them over, moves Brendon's legs to his shoulders, and fucks him hard until he comes himself.

It's the second time Brendon has had sex in his life, they both know it. Still, Brendon smiles blissfully and says, "That... was amazing," like he really has grounds for comparison.

Jon is still inside him, panting against Brendon's ear. Jon doesn't want to pull out, he wants to fall asleep like that, buried in Brendon.

Brendon is beautiful and Brendon needs him. Jon curses silently in his head.

It's always the pretty ones that get him into trouble.

* * *

Brendon isn't sure at first. There has to be a million boys who are tall and thin like that, with that colour of hair and silly scarves around their necks. But, Brendon knows not everyone has tattoos on the backs of their arms. Not everyone carries that old, faded rucksack on their backs.

They're in Florida. Tomorrow they're going to drive further south and go to Disney World. It's not much of a plan, but it's still one. After that...well, they have to come up with something else. Jon parked the car on an empty car park just off the main street of some old town. They're sleeping in the car tonight, and Spencer took off to the local museum on the region's history. Brendon sure as hell was not going to do that, and Jon was having an off day, brooding, so Brendon is exploring the sea town by himself.

And then he spots Ryan. He runs after him, calls his name, and Ryan turns around. Brendon grins wide and Ryan looks surprised and taken aback. When Brendon hugs him eagerly, Ryan doesn't hug back.

"I can't believe it's you!" Brendon says. He almost feels like adding, "Of all the sea towns in this world, you had to walk into mine," but even he doesn't want to be that lame. It can't be coincidence, it's fate. Maybe praying on the beach was worth it after all.

"Well," Ryan says and forces a smile. "You by yourself?"

"No, Jon and Spencer are here too. We just got here, like, an hour ago."

"You just got here?" Ryan frowns and Brendon realises it doesn't add up.

"We took a detour first, went up north and, yeah," Brendon shrugs.

"Yeah, me too, kind of. Hitchhiked from Georgia," Ryan nods.

"You made it to the coast!" Brendon enthuses like Ryan has achieved something wondrous.