random bandom ficlet: Jon/girl!Ryan, NC-17
She's sneaky, he'll give her that. Good thing for her he likes hot, sneaky girls.
He's always maintained that he's not against public sex, so-close-to-getting-caught sex, but he secretly thinks it's probably not worth the risk and, besides, it doesn't do much for him. It really does things to Ryan, though, nice things, so he'll give a little and sneak a hand down her pants sometimes when they're out smoking between buildings, or if he's good and drunk or high, he'll fuck her in the bus bathroom even if there's several people lingering on the other side of the locked door. But he draws the line at the lounge. Locking the lounge door-and especially doing anything behind it that requires a locked door-is one of those unspoken taboos of bus life. It's a public space. Also, he doesn't want to chance traumatizing Spencer or Brendon or the techs or…
Or something. There was a definite reason he didn't want to fuck around with her in the lounge, during the middle of the goddamn day, but he can't think of it with her straddling his lap, sucking at his neck. Fuck, she's wearing those obscenely tiny shorts that show off her long, long legs, and she's not wearing a bra under her t-shirt, and her mouth is hot and wet against his neck, and he really kind of hates her. Fuck.
Soon, her tongue is in his mouth, and she shifts under him, grinding against his already obvious erection. At least she has the good grace not to make fun of him, the way he went from calmly reading a book to desperate too fast to even think about getting up and closing the door.
It's band time, theoretically, so it's only the four of them around. Luckily, since they've been getting on each other's nerves lately, today Brendon's off the bus, roaming around with Alex Johnson and Ian. Spencer's in his bunk with his iPod, and Jon thinks he's maybe even sleeping. But if he's not… If he's sick of music… If he should he decide to get up and go to the bathroom…
"Ryan," Jon pants as he takes hold of her hips and tries to get her to stop shifting against him like that. Or maybe to get her to shift a little more. "Fuck."
"Mmm," she murmurs in his ear, biting his earlobe. "God, I want you."
"Fuck," he mutters, fingers clutching at the elastic in the waistband of her shorts. "Ryan, we can't-"
"Shh," she says into his mouth as she kisses him quick and dirty. "Quiet and fast," she says, then she stands up and shimmies out of her shorts.
Jon Walker is no fool. Without protest, he unzips his fly and pushes his pants and boxers down over his hips and lets them pool on the floor, and as he idly strokes his cock, he doesn't look at her, he can't, just bites his lip until he feels her settle over his hips, the soft skin of her thighs brushing his just before she reaches down and takes hold of him so she can guide him in.
She's so fucking wet and tight as she sinks down, taking him in one stroke, arms clutching him around the shoulders as she holds herself down like that, feeling how deep he's seated inside her. He loves that, the way it surprises her how much she needs it and wants it, but it's really fucking difficult to keep still with her clenching around him. He can feel his pulse throbbing all over his body as he waits for her to push herself up again, and it's still throbbing, he's still so jittery when she actually does, when she sinks back down on his cock to the hilt again, that he lets out a long moan.
And remembers that the door, oh fuck, is open.
She's riding him now, and it's so fucking good, but still, he's straining his ears, waiting for the sound of Spencer's footfalls. It makes his heart race, actually, a half sick flop sweat feeling knowing they might get caught. But the other half that's not sick is pretty fucking turned on, especially since Ryan is. She's gorgeous like this, mouth open in a pant, nipples in hard points against the front of her t-shirt, pale thighs bare and opened around his own. He just holds onto her hips and lets her set the pace, thrusting up even harder every time she finds a sweet rhythm, because she likes that.
For a while, he can't tell if this is sex to get her off or just sex she's giving him, but then he notices her start to shift closer, grind a little, and her hips move more erratically. He's not shy about reaching between them to touch her. If there was ever anything shy about him with regard to sex, he's gotten over it because of her, apparently even if it means fucking her in broad daylight in the lounge with the goddamn door open. But Ryan's a smart girl, and she's being smart about this. Even when he presses into her clit and her eyes flutter closed, she doesn't make any noise, not even loud breathing, just uses her body to tell him exactly what he's doing to her. She does it so well, in fact, that on one of her few sharp, surprised inhalations, he comes, fucking up into her hard, loving the way she takes it, and the way she gives him more.
Her eyes are dark and her skin flushed, and she looks well fucked as he pulls out and she leans down to kiss him on the mouth. But she's shaky, still ready and needing.
He says, "What do you need?"
"Fingers," she whispers. "Inside. Please."
It's kind of fucking dirty, fingering his girlfriend on the couch in the lounge. She's so wet with his come that his thumb slides all over her clit, and he just knows he'll never get her off this way, but then her eyes fly open and she says, "There, fuck. Fuck, Jon, Jon."
A few moments later, she comes with a shuddering gasp of air, then she grins and leans down and kisses him as he strokes her through it. When he takes his fingers out, she kind of giggles and starts to settle herself against him.
"No no no," he murmurs, sort of pushing back against her. "You go shut that door, you crazy girl. And fucking lock it."
"Oh, don't act like you didn't enjoy that," she whispers with a grin, then she pushes herself up off his lap and saunters toward the door. Sated and half stupid from his orgasm, he lazily watches her narrow hips as she moves, and he breathes a sigh of relief when the door's shut.
"Of course I didn't enjoy that," he says. "I did that all under duress."
"Mmm," she says, turning a wicked smile on him as she comes back to the couch. "I think I like it when I get to have you against your will."
She looks entirely too smug. It's cute, but it's sort of insufferable, too.
So he says, "Seriously, do you need Spencer to catch you impaling yourself on my dick? Is there some kind of weird childhood thing you two are working out?"
She frowns at him and drapes herself across his lap, nipping at his neck for good measure as she says, "Could we please not mention Spencer when I'm naked?"
"You know, I'd believe your protesting a little more if you bothered to keep a closed door between you and Spencer when you're naked."
"He's not here."
"What?"
"He's not on the bus. Nobody's on the bus but us, Jon."
"Seriously?" His voice is maybe a little squeaky, but…damn.
"Seriously."
"But I thought…"
"Nope."
"Fuck."
She just cackles, giggling hot against his neck and shifting closer, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She says, "But it was totally hot anyway, right?"
"Just as horribly awesome as a roller coaster or something."
"Jesus Christ, you know how to sweet talk a girl."
"You only get sweet talk when you decide to bother with foreplay."
"You mean me, you, sex now doesn't work on you?"
He bites his lip. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" she says softly against his mouth before she sucks in his bottom lip, just for a second. "Maybe, Jon?"
"Oh, fuck you, you know those stupid skimpy shorts make me want to bend you over the nearest flat surface."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, we've never done it in the kitchen."
He wants to look scandalized. Really, he does. It wouldn't be a bad response, actually. She enjoys scandalizing him. But she also likes it when you can give as good as you get.
So he pulls her closer and says in her ear, "You clear the bus sometime and make sure nobody can get in, and I'll fuck you so good everybody on the tour will know it from the way you walk later."
All she can do is sort of shudder against him and mutter, "Fuck."
He's enjoying the moment, but he realizes quickly that his victory was premature because she gets this mischievous look in her eyes.
Then she says, "Can sometime be now?"