Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

I initially intended to end this with Brady ending up with a girl and Jon and Satin still being together but I knew a certain someone would probably just frown at me so here you are. Tragic Breon and not so tragic JonBrady. I dislike how JonSatin's relationship worked out but I guess it works for the plot. .. Not happy with it this at all but we Theon Greyjoy was fantastically bored. He hadn't known that engagement parties were quite this mundane and even the booze hadn't been all that helpful. It was only when he had commented on livening things up that Jon Snow had sent him a warning about not messing up Robb and Jeyne's special night. What's the matter, Snow? he had taunted, Can't hold your liquor? The best part of you ran down your father's leg, Greyjoy, Snow had scowled and Theon might have had something else to say if he hadn't shown up, looking absolutely adorable in a dark blazer and loose-fitting slacks that regretfully concealed his perfect legs. His normally wild hair had been carefully combed and it hung past his slender shoulders in perfect waves of gold. He was chewing his lip nervously and greeting people where he could. Even Snow had stopped his scowling and had been forced to stare. Brady was always a vision. He was just so different . Theon watched as he approached the recently engaged couple and planted a polite little kiss to Jeyne's cheek. Robb looked quite pleased to see him and Theon had to snort. Everyone knew that Brady didn't do parties. The kid was about as antisocial as one could get. He had shown up at of respect for Robb, Theon knew. The eldest Stark boy had always been sickeningly kind to Brady, even more so than that bastard Snow at times. Robb was kind to everyone, well, at least those he thought deserved it, which really made Theon question why he was awarded the status of best friend. Perhaps Robb thought he could rub off on him. He hadn't for all these years. Who knew what Robb Stark's motives were. His delicate-looking fiancee was currently standing beside him and clutching at Robb's arm like she feared he would disappear if she didn't. It was a little disturbing but not enough for Theon to avoid her. Jeyne was pretty enough but Theon didn't see anything special about her. She had the personality of a 12 year old girl and spent way too much time clinging to Robb. Theon had a hunch that was one of the main reasons his friend had fallen for her in the first place. She was like his shadow, she depended on him and even made him smile when no one else could. Besides, they fucked. A lot. Theon was surprised she knew how. Hey Jeyne, Theon greeted smoothly, allowing his eyes to trail over her slender form, You sure you don't wanna back out while you still can? I could show you a way better time than Robb ever could. Isn't that right, Robb? Jeyne flushed a pretty pink and excused herself to check in with her mother. Theon wasn't all too surprised to find Robb favouring him with a tired look that seemed to say that he didn't feel threatened in the least. And when are you gonna settle down with someone, Greyjoy? Robb inquired, though there wasn't a single note of curiosity in his voice as if he already knew the answer to his question. When the bastard marries his whore, Theon replied, blunt as ever. Robb furrowed his brows and studied Theon like one would study a particularly puzzling map. At least Jon's happy. Theon laughed outright, fixing his friend with a look that said it all. Now I know you know that that isn't true. Snow is never happy. He keeps Satin around to fill whatever gaping void he has in his heart but even his favourite booty call can't do that. Robb didn't have an answer to that but something about the way he frowned suggested that he agreed with every single word Theon had said. We're not talking about Jon. We're talking about you and your inability to commit to a brand of toilet paper, much less a person. Why do you care? Theon shot a little more defensively than he had intended. Checking his tone, Balon Greyjoy's youngest and only surviving son ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the nearest chair. Forget it, Robb. The day I meet someone worth committing to will be the day your brother shits sunshine. When he looked up, he noticed that Robb wasn't looking at him, but rather past him. Theon followed his gaze and was nonplussed to find himself staring at Brady who looked unbearably cute while pretending to listen to the other Jeyne talk. Always so polite, Sunshine, he thought. Theon glanced back at Robb with an exasperated look only to find that his friend was smiling. He scowled. What? Robb stared pointedly. What? he repeated. Robb sighed and adjusted the lapels of his suit jacket. I don't get you, Greyjoy. You're so obviously taken with the kid that I don't even know what's holding you back. Taken with him, Theon mocked, What are we living in the 18th century? He's nothing but a tight arse and a hot mouth when I need it. All right? So fuck it and celebrate being a bachelor while it lasts. Robb regarded him with a look Theon had come to recognise over the years as his 'Greyjoy, you're impossible' look but what came next surprised him. You're right, Robb relented, I shouldn't be wasting my time with a lost cause. So if you'll excuse me, I think my fiancee misses me. Someone should have told her that fiancee isn't French for Siamese twin. Robb smiled at that and walked off to find Jeyne. Theon was left alone for the time being and scanned the numerous familiar faces and some unfamiliar. Jon and Satin were still seated on the couch and he wasn't all too surprised to see that the bastard looked uncomfortable. Even Satin looked a little awkward leaning into Snow's side like he was forcing it. If Theon had been a better man, he might have pitied the both of them. It was clear to him and everyone else that they only stayed together purely out of some misguided sense of right and wrong, and perhaps neither of them really wanted to be alone. He could remember when they first started out, how hard it was for either of them to stay apart and now look at what the years had done to them. Theon didn't want that to happen to him, which was why he didn't do relationships. It was so simple, he didn't know why Robb didn't get it. Well, he would after he got married. Not that Theon wanted his relationship to fail. In spite of everything, he was rather fond of Robb Stark. They just didn't share the same views and opinions on certain matters. Commitment being one of them. Theon had committed himself to being a bachelor. But Brady... It wasn't too complicated a story. He had been 16 when Brady had transfered to their school, a year behind and cute as a button. At the time, Theon had never really been with a guy. He liked the look of some of them. Hell, Snow's little whore had been a right temptation but Robb had kept him in line. Brady had been 15 and shy and so very inexperienced that just the sight of him made Theon's cock ache. He hadn't been the only one. Even Robb had admitted that he was a pretty little thing, if a little gangly. But Theon had called dibs which meant that everyone in the school, including Robb and his bastard brother could not lay a hand on the blond. Seducing the kid hadn't been hard. Theon had been on the football team with Robb. They sat at the popular table. Everyone knew their names. Even the new kid. And so, he had began a long and torrid affair with Brady that had somehow lasted him up until now and showed no real signs of ending. Theon didn't mind. He had been watching Brady quietly, waiting for the opportune moment to sneak up on him but even when he found the blond alone, Brady proved unflappable and wasn't at all surprised to find arms snaking around his slim waist. Theon pressed hungry kisses to the side of his smooth neck. Boo. Brady didn't even bother to squirm out of his hold which Theon found a little odd but chose not to comment on. Not drunk yet, then? the blond asked with a sigh. Theon smirked and released him, giving him ample opportunity to turn around before pushing him up against a wall. Nope, he agreed, But that could change. Brady lowered his gaze, chewing the inside of his cheek. I have to talk to you. Later, Theon urged, tucking a strand of blond hair behind Brady's ear. I've got other things in mind. You always have other things in mind, Brady scowled, pushing Theon's hand away, though the tell-tale flush creeping up his neck spoke volumes to Theon. He could tell he was going to win this battle. He always did in the end. Nevertheless, he decided to play Brady's little game of let's-talk-while-we-could-be-fucking. Why do you always come back for more then? Because you fight for me, Brady said without any hesitation, but a shadow had crossed his pretty face, But you don't fight for us. Theon stared, his face blank. Since when had the mood gone from sexy to tense? Had Brady been spending time with Snow? He was adapting that awful brooding look that only suited emos and goths, not pretty blond boys. There is no us, he replied flatly. Brady stared right back, his pale blue eyes narrowing. He was doing that reading thing Theon hated so much. In retrospect, he was just about the only living person who could get away with it. You don't believe that, he said. Theon didn't see the sense in arguing with him. Brady might have legally been deemed an adult by the state but he was still a child and would always be a child. It was the way he always came undone under Theon's body, sobbing and groping and pleading like an overgrown baby. It made him feel powerful in ways that being with a woman couldn't accomplish. Theon shook his head lightly and reached out, tracing his thumb over the outline of Brady's soft lips. He wasn't surprised to find them parting for him and he gently pushed past the plush pair. Brady's mouth was as hot and wet as ever and twice as skilled. He would be. Theon had taught him everything he knew. Years of fucking with the kid had done the trick. Theon swallowed, watching his thumb disappear between Brady's lips. Gods, he wanted those lips around his cock right now. He gently tugged his thumb out and leaned in so that they almost kissed, but not quite. He was and would always be a tease. Let's take this upstairs, he suggested, though with him it was more of a demand. Brady didn't protest. He never did. They stumbled up and into one of the many guest bedrooms in Stark manor, kissing and groping and fumbling to get out of their clothes. Theon just barely kicked the door shut and was only a little disappointed to find that it hadn't closed all the way. It didn't matter. He was hardly afraid of getting caught. As always, Brady was eager and pliant under his touch and his skin was silken smooth against his palms. Theon ordered the blond onto his knees and forced his cock between the petal-soft lips. His groan was appreciative and hoarse as he fucked Brady's pretty mouth slowly. The blond was gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes, lazily stroking his own cock in time with Theon's moving hips. It was beautiful and erotic and no one could have lasted very long in its wake. Theon came with in a blinding white haze and emptied himself in Brady's mouth. It was reassuring to know that the kid never spilled a drop of his come, almost as if he craved the taste. Gods, what a mouth, Theon commented, cupping Brady's chin and pulling him to his feet for a hard kiss. This time, they worked their way onto the bed and he fell atop the slighter boy with ease, expertly grinding his hips against him. Sex with Brady was never a dull affair. The blond made the most delicious sounds. His moans and gasps and cries were a giant boost to Theon's already inflated ego and he looked positively ethereal when he was flushed and trembling beneath him. Beautiful. He was beautiful but Theon didn't know how to tell him that. Theon didn't want to tell him that. He worked his way down Brady's impossibly skinny form, kissing and licking and biting and bruising where he could. Every mark he saw was just another reminder of their last tryst. He knew that Brady didn't fuck around with anyone else. Theon would have liked to think that he was just that satisfying but it was his temper that really helped shape Brady's choices. He had nearly rearranged Snow's face the one time he had decided to get in on something that was his and his alone. Theon didn't like to share, certainly not with sullen bastards who already had a lot to begin with. If Robb hadn't stepped in and broken them apart, he would have made himself a necklace of out Snow's teeth and forced Brady to wear it. They hadn't been alone in a room since then, but Theon could read the sexual tension a mile off. It didn't matter. As long as they didn't touch, he couldn't have cared less. By now he was tongue-fucking Brady's arse furiously, certainly hard enough to make Brady scream with delight. It was the sound of his name, so desperate and hungry that really got him off. Theon could almost taste Brady's need. By the time he found the condom and ripped the packet open with his teeth, Brady was panting like he had run a marathon in a desert. As much as Theon loved to see that pretty little arse overflowing with his come, these weren't his sheets to dirty and so he would have to settle for being as clean as he could. Sinking into Brady was like sinking into a particularly exquisite dream. He was by far the tightest Theon had ever had and probably ever would. It was always Theon who set the pace and Brady who followed the best he could. He leaned in and captured one of the blond's hyper-sensitive nipples between his teeth and bit and sucked and licked the fleshy little bud until it was red and swollen. Brady was weeping and clawing and humping and pleading so much that Theon was almost afraid he would pass out from the strain. His back stung where Brady had broken the skin but it was a good sting. He had clutched the base of the blond's cock tight to keep him from coming. Theon never let Brady come until he wanted him to. That was just the way it worked. He needed to beg very nicely for that privilege. He was still moving inside of Brady when he heard the voices. He didn't stop, not even when they got closer, but he did listen. Pressing a hand over Brady's mouth to silence him, Theon listened and deduced instantly that the voices belonged to Jon and Satin. He would have recognised that depressive note anywhere. From the sounds of it, they seemed to be arguing. Well, Jon seemed to be arguing and Satin was more or less disagreeing quietly. Theon didn't care. He tuned them and their frivolous problems out and returned to focussing on the body beneath him. He removed his hand with a smile, loving how annoyed and apprehensive Brady looked at that moment. My apologies, Sunshine, Theon amended with a kiss and then he really began to fuck him. The voices were soon drowned out by the steady slap of their slick bodies meeting and Brady's helpless cries. Theon was very close himself but he had always been freakishly adept at controlling his orgasms. He leaned in and pressed his moist lips to Brady's ear, gently nibbling at his soft lobe. Do you want to come? he asked quietly. Brady didn't respond right away. It appeared that he was struggling to form words and the sensuous grinding Theon was doing wasn't helping in the least. Yes, he managed to gasp, Yes, Gods, yes... Theon smirked and continued to roll his hips slowly and in a calculated manner. Tell me, he ordered calmly, Tell me what you want. He pulled up just in time to see Brady scowling at him with this erotic look of stubborn defiance that was betrayed by the growing need in his eyes. He withdrew slowly and thrust in hard, rotating his hips, grinding into Brady. Brady groaned with relief and pushed up as hard as he could. Theon withdrew again Brady fell back with a curse. Want... oh! ...come...want to c-come... Theon's smile widened. Then ask for it. Brady shuddered. Theon moved his hips again, grinding their loins together again, rubbing his cock into every inch of that smooth, shuddering passage. Gooseflesh rose all over the blond's body, and for a moment, he seemed to stop breathing altogether. Oh ...! P-please... ah! ...please m-make me come... The miserable hunger he heard in that tone was like Christmas having come early. Another slow rotation, and another, and another, and Theon could feel Brady crumbling even before he heard it, could feel the tremors building against his belly, under his hands, around his own cock. What's my name? he panted above the younger boy, You haven't forgotten my name, have you...? Brady sobbed and tossed his head back, nails digging so hard into Theon's back that they were slipping and sliding over the blood. P-please... Gods! ...please, Theon... Please l-let me come... Theon snorted and pressed his nose against Brady's. As you wish, he whispered and claimed his mouth in a hungry kiss. All it took was a few well-aimed jabs of his cock to Brady's sweet prostate and the blond was coming undone. His arse rippled around Theon's cock and took him along for the ride. They must have heard Brady's cries downstairs but he was too damn spent to care. And when it was over, he collapsed atop the blond and buried his face into his sweaty neck, trying to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware that Brady was trying to tell him something but Theon didn't rush to hear him out. He only lifted his head once he was more or less under control of himself. What did you say? I said I love you, Theon Greyjoy. Theon's reaction was delayed. It was like getting kicked in the nuts, only this somehow seemed more agonizing because a kick to the sac he could understand. But this? Where in the seven hells had this come from...? Theon frowned and shifted back to lean his weight on his elbow. No you don't. Yes, I do, Brady explained calmly, looking achingly beautiful in the afterglow of the sex they'd just had, I've known for a while. I've been waiting for the right time to tell but... I guess there is no right time. The voices out in the hall had stopped. Theon could hear the faint buzz of music downstairs. It was late summer but the window was open which kept the room breezy enough. Everything seemed totally ordinary and yet, everything was totally fucked. Three fucking words and he had gone from feeling amazing to feeling annoyed. No you don't, he repeated and sat up, glancing down at the blond with the frown still in place, You can't. And in any case, the feeling's not mutual. Harsh, but necessary. Theon wasn't ready for that word and all that came with it. He didn't think he ever would be. To his surprise, Brady didn't look upset, nor did he argue. He simply lay there, naked and flushed. I figured as much, he responded with that same air of calm that infuriated Theon, But it doesn't change how I feel. It just changes everything else. Theon scowled, quickly tiring of all this. What are you talking about? Brady sat up slowly, looking surprisingly graceful for someone who had just been fucked senseless and rejected all in the span of a few minutes. He pulled his knees up and hugged them to his chest, somehow looking even younger than he usually did. I can't live like this, he replied in a voice that sounded far away. Theon quirked a brow, feeling somewhat alarmed despite himself. The blond was talking crazy. Live like what? Brady had no response for him this time. He rose to his feet and began to dress in silence. Theon made no move to stop him. He only watched and waited, as if expecting a response to his question any time now. It was only when Brady made to leave that he called after him. Brady turned around and gave a brief shrug of his shoulders. It's over, Theon. It never started, Theon fired back automatically, feeling angry for reasons he couldn't fully comprehend. When Brady left, he remained where he was for some time. He might even have fallen asleep but he knew Robb would wonder what had happened to him. When he finally returned to the party, he wasn't too surprised to find that Brady was gone. He would discover later on that Snow had comforted him that night. The very same night Brady had ended their sexual relationship. The very same night Snow had ended his own. After that, they were inseparable. Theon would have liked to see them being even more mismatched than Snow had initially been with Satin but to his increasing frustration, he only saw them being happy and disgustingly into each other. It made him sick having to see them cling to each other's sides. Snow was always staring at Brady as if he couldn't quite believe he was there and Brady actually held his hand. They fucking held hands. In public. The others take them and their ruddy happiness. Theon had assumed that they wouldn't last. That like any other relationship, even they would fail but like always, he was wrong. Like Robb and Jeyne before them, Snow and Brady only thrived over time and their bond appeared to be unbreakable. On the night of Brady's 26th name day, Snow would propose. Theon wasn't stunned when he discovered that the blond had said yes. And yes. And yes again. He wasn't surprised, but it still hurt. Or so Theon would think to himself at Robb and Jeyne's 14 year anniversary. The guests had more or less stayed the same with a few new faces and others missing in action. Satin was nowhere to be found but he was too busy modeling and selling his pretty face to the world for an obscene amount of cash. Theon had fucked him a couple of times just to stick it to Snow. The bastard didn't seem to care. Fuck everything. Brady and Snow were seated with their hosts, sharing a laugh about something. Over the years, he and Robb had grown apart somewhat but his old friend never forgot to invite him. A part of him almost thought that Robb felt he was doing him favours. Theon Greyjoy needed no one's pity. He was wealthy in his own right and had a new girl on his arm every week. But what he lacked was everything the likes of Robb and Snow had. They were happy . It was written all over their faces and the faces of their significant others. Brady was quiet but there was a certain serenity to his eternally youthful face that led Theon to believe that Snow was being good to him. He better be, he thought bitterly. Snow would never be as good in bed as he was. That part he would have bet his life on. But what did it matter? He no longer had the right to make Brady come. He had no hold over Brady at all. Sometimes, Theon would replay that night in his head over and over again. If he had done things differently, if he had said something, if he had finally admitted to himself and to Brady that he was in love too, maybe he would have been the one sharing a laugh with the Starks with his beautiful husband at his side. Maybe he'd be happy. 14 years hadn't taken the ache away. It had only dulled it into something bearable. Theon scowled and finished off his wine. Piss on all this. He was going to go out and get really drunk. Then he'd find a pretty brunette and fuck her into the mattress and feel better about everything. Yes. That sounded doable.