Prompt #6/10a - Ryan/Brendon 3/3iamtheenemyAugust 15 2007, 20:28:49 UTC
“Oh shit,” Ryan groaned. “Brendon, Brendon, Brendon. Come on, take them off, take my pants off. You have to…I’m going to…Brendon, come on, come on, please.” God, he was so fucked. The babbling only started if he was really turned on, really into it, and by the way Brendon was smiling into Ryan’s neck, he knew it. “Fuck, fuck.”
Ryan moved his shaky hands to his fly, intent on getting the damn things off himself, when Brendon grabbed both wrists and easily trapped them against the mattress. And god, that was hot too, so hot, and fuck Brendon Urie.
“Don’t,” Brendon said, increasing the pressure on Ryan’s wrists as he shifted his weight on the bed. Then suddenly his thigh was there, against Ryan, taking the place of his hand.
“Yes,” Ryan hissed, pushing up against the lean thigh before he could stop himself.
“Your clothes, Ryan,” Brendon reminded him, mouthing the thin skin behind Ryan’s ear. “You’d better tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, or you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. You’ll have to tell them I made you come all over yourself. Tell me to stop, Ryan. Make me stop.”
Ryan sobbed and arched up against Brendon as the pleasure increased, pushing him inexorably closer to release. “Brendon, Brendon,” he gasped, twisting his wrists between Brendon’s hands, loving the pull and burn of it. And then he was there, toes curling in his $400 shoes, one more hard jerk of his hips away from the sheer, blinding relief of what would be a bone-melting orgasm, and... “Stop,” he croaked, the words ripped out of him. “Stop now, I’m going to…”
Brendon moved off, falling beside Ryan on the bed and leaving him cold and aching. Ryan immediately undid the button of his pants, but a gentle touch to his elbow stopped him.
“Don’t,” Brendon said again, and Ryan’s breath caught at the dark, hungry look on his face. “Please.”
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut. It took all of his will power to take his fingers away from his pants and curl them into the sheets instead. “Don’t touch me. I can’t…”
Brendon took his hand off of Ryan’s elbow and pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard. “You have no idea how hot you look right now. No idea. God, Ryan, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ryan took several slow, steadying breaths before he could speak with anything even approaching coherency. “The last Capri Sun?” he asked. He forced his eyes up to Brendon’s face and away from the noticeable tent in his pants.
Brendon snickered and shrugged his shoulders. “It was as good an excuse as any.”
“Such an asshole,” Ryan said with feeling. “I need to fucking come, Brendon.” One side of Brendon’s mouth tilted up and Ryan said, “Don’t make me get off on Simba.” He gestured towards the creepy, grinning lion, and at the half-interested expression that earned him, growled, “Brendon!”
“At the hotel,” Brendon said. The warm, promising look which accompanied that statement made Ryan’s heart thump hard in his chest and his dick twitch back to straining attention in his pants. “I’ll suck you off, and I swear I’ll make it so good for you. But wait, okay? Just a little longer.”
“Fine,” Ryan agreed, embarrassingly susceptible to Brendon’s pout, another secret he suspected Brendon knew. “I’d rather not be naked in front of the lion anyway.”
Re: Prompt #6/10a - Ryan/Brendon 3/3jesikalovesyouAugust 15 2007, 21:19:59 UTC
oh my god! this was good, this was really really good. wow. ugh. i loved everything. “Your clothes, Ryan,” Brendon reminded him, mouthing the thin skin behind Ryan’s ear. “You’d better tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, or you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. You’ll have to tell them I made you come all over yourself. Tell me to stop, Ryan. Make me stop.” especially that. god. you don't even know. -chizabella
Ryan moved his shaky hands to his fly, intent on getting the damn things off himself, when Brendon grabbed both wrists and easily trapped them against the mattress. And god, that was hot too, so hot, and fuck Brendon Urie.
“Don’t,” Brendon said, increasing the pressure on Ryan’s wrists as he shifted his weight on the bed. Then suddenly his thigh was there, against Ryan, taking the place of his hand.
“Yes,” Ryan hissed, pushing up against the lean thigh before he could stop himself.
“Your clothes, Ryan,” Brendon reminded him, mouthing the thin skin behind Ryan’s ear. “You’d better tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, or you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. You’ll have to tell them I made you come all over yourself. Tell me to stop, Ryan. Make me stop.”
Ryan sobbed and arched up against Brendon as the pleasure increased, pushing him inexorably closer to release. “Brendon, Brendon,” he gasped, twisting his wrists between Brendon’s hands, loving the pull and burn of it. And then he was there, toes curling in his $400 shoes, one more hard jerk of his hips away from the sheer, blinding relief of what would be a bone-melting orgasm, and... “Stop,” he croaked, the words ripped out of him. “Stop now, I’m going to…”
Brendon moved off, falling beside Ryan on the bed and leaving him cold and aching. Ryan immediately undid the button of his pants, but a gentle touch to his elbow stopped him.
“Don’t,” Brendon said again, and Ryan’s breath caught at the dark, hungry look on his face. “Please.”
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut. It took all of his will power to take his fingers away from his pants and curl them into the sheets instead. “Don’t touch me. I can’t…”
Brendon took his hand off of Ryan’s elbow and pushed himself up until his back rested against the headboard. “You have no idea how hot you look right now. No idea. God, Ryan, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ryan took several slow, steadying breaths before he could speak with anything even approaching coherency. “The last Capri Sun?” he asked. He forced his eyes up to Brendon’s face and away from the noticeable tent in his pants.
Brendon snickered and shrugged his shoulders. “It was as good an excuse as any.”
“Such an asshole,” Ryan said with feeling. “I need to fucking come, Brendon.” One side of Brendon’s mouth tilted up and Ryan said, “Don’t make me get off on Simba.” He gestured towards the creepy, grinning lion, and at the half-interested expression that earned him, growled, “Brendon!”
“At the hotel,” Brendon said. The warm, promising look which accompanied that statement made Ryan’s heart thump hard in his chest and his dick twitch back to straining attention in his pants. “I’ll suck you off, and I swear I’ll make it so good for you. But wait, okay? Just a little longer.”
“Fine,” Ryan agreed, embarrassingly susceptible to Brendon’s pout, another secret he suspected Brendon knew. “I’d rather not be naked in front of the lion anyway.”
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OH MAN.
*Fans self*
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wow. ugh.
i loved everything.
“Your clothes, Ryan,” Brendon reminded him, mouthing the thin skin behind Ryan’s ear. “You’d better tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, or you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. You’ll have to tell them I made you come all over yourself. Tell me to stop, Ryan. Make me stop.”
especially that.
god. you don't even know.
-chizabella
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