One for the money, two for the show
One for the money, two for the show || 4,235 words || NC-17 || Warnings for very explicit sex scenes including, but not limited to: rimming, snowballing, unprotected sex, dirty talk, D/s themes, etc. || Huge thank you to meiloslyther for the beta, any remaining mistakes are my own. || Title and cut text are taken from Elvis. Sorry, guy... bet you're rolling in your grave.
In which Brendon gags for Ryan, and Ryan gives Brendon the night of his dreams.
Ryan's cock was flushed and leaking against his stomach, and Brendon couldn't drag his eyes away from it.
"C'mon, Bren, what are you waiting for?" Ryan asked, arching his back and letting his head push further into the pillow behind him.
He couldn't think of an excuse, so Brendon dropped dutifully to his knees and sucked the tip of Ryan's cock into his mouth.
"Fuckfuckfuck, shit, motherfucker," Ryan moaned and thrashed as Brendon continued to work his mouth down and around Ryan's thick cock. They had tried this before, the deepthroating thing, but Brendon always seemed to either chicken out at the last minute or get too nervous for his throat to fully relax. This time, though, Brendon was determined, if only because Ryan had promised him a special treat if he completed his task. He tried to think of distracting things to keep him relaxed; the ocean, puppies, fields of flowers. It didn't work. The deeper he took Ryan in, the more he could feel his throat contracting, and neither of them wanted that.
"Brendon, come on, I know you can do this," Ryan gritted through his teeth. "You said you could do this for me, don't let me down."
The last thing Brendon wanted to do was let Ryan down, but he just didn't know what to do if his body wouldn't listen to him. He pulled off of Ryan's cock and sat back on his heels.
"I don't know what else I can do Ry. I'm trying so hard." Brendon wasn't going to cry, not over something stupid like this. He just felt so dejected. All he wanted was to make Ryan feel good; he just wanted Ryan to be happy with him.
"C'mere," Ryan said, reaching a hand out towards Brendon. "Let's try it a different way."
Brendon climbed up onto the bed and let Ryan direct him where he wanted him. He ended up laying down in the bed with his head a few feet from the top. He wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he was guessing maybe a 69. Ryan got on his knees between Brendon and the head of the bed, and placed his cock so that just the head was resting on Brendon's top lip.
"Just lean your head back and open up as wide as you can," Ryan said while stroking a hand down the side of Brendon's face.
Brendon complied, pushing his head back far enough into the mattress to feel the strain in his lower back, and saying "ah". There was hardly a pause before Ryan pushed his cock nearly all the way into Brendon's mouth. Brendon tried to sputter, his throat clenching from the surprise assault, but Ryan's cock stayed firmly in place. Ryan rocked back a little and clenched Brendon's face with one hand on either side, fingertips grazing his neck. He pushed back in, rocked out and slammed his cock back into Brendon's mouth. Ryan repeated the action twice more, and Brendon could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks as Ryan began a steady stream of fucking into his mouth. With every few rocks, Brendon could feel Ryan push just a little bit further in, and with each centimeter deeper he got, Ryan would let out a small, broken moan. The mattress behind Brendon's head was started to get soaked from the unrelenting tears his eyes were managing to cry on their own.
Finally, finally, finally, Ryan shoved forward into Brendon's mouth, falling so that he could hold himself up above Brendon's no longer erect prick. Brendon could feel the way Ryan's pubic bone was pushed up against his chin, and if he hadn't been choking on a cock at the time, he probably would have danced. He had finally taken Ryan fully in. Ryan stayed there, his weight keeping his cock as far down Brendon's throat as it could go, for a beat, then two, before starting back on the little thrusts. He rocked into Brendon's mouth three, four, five times, and then he abruptly pushed himself back up. Ryan pulled his cock out of Brendon's mouth, saliva stringing between them, and released onto Brendon's tear soaked cheek. Ryan doubled himself over, lapping at his come on Brendon's face. Brendon tilted his head to the side where Ryan was waiting with an open mouth, and they rolled their tongues together through the semen that was still in Ryan's mouth.
Brendon sighed.
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Almost two weeks later, and Ryan still hadn't paid Brendon back. They had fucked nearly every night between then and now, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Ryan hadn't even asked what Brendon wanted, or dropped any hints about plans for the future. Brendon considered manning up and asking Ryan, but he wasn't sure how to go about it. Asking what was in store for him sounded petulant; telling Ryan to do something was out of his comfort zone. Either Ryan would act out on a known fantasy of Brendon's, or he would get around to asking. Eventually. Brendon hoped.
Eventually was sooner than he thought. Brendon was at work one day when Ryan sent him a text that said, 'cum home l8. need time 2 get rdy x'. He could barely contain his excitement. Get ready, what did that mean? Was Ryan going to act on Brendon's fantasy about getting blown under the table at a fancy restaurant? He barely got any work done the rest of the day.
Once he was off the clock, Brendon didn't know what to do. He'd had an erection since reading Ryan's text message, and he really didn't want to walk around the mall or anything with his cock burning a hole through his pants. So Brendon decided to drive out about 20 minutes to a wooded area that he knew was usually pretty empty, and freed his cock from the confines of his pants. Brendon figured that, if nothing else, jerking off would at least dull the arousal enough to fully enjoy whatever happened later in the evening. Brendon tugged furiously on his cock as he pictured Ryan fingering himself open, thought back on the time that Ryan sucked him off on the beach, and came all over his hand. After coming down a little, Brendon looked around for something to wipe himself off with, but couldn't find anything. He didn't want to have semen smeared all over his clothes on the offhand chance that he would need to go somewhere if Ryan wasn't ready for him yet, so he licked and sucked at his hand until it was clean. Brendon tucked himself back into his pants carefully, and shot out a text to Ryan, 'am hedng hme'. Ryan's reply came almost instantly, 'c u. cnt w8 xx'. Brendon pushed the speed limit the whole way home.
Brendon was not expecting to see what he did when he got home. Ryan was there, alright, but so was some hot scruffy guy in a vest and too-tight jeans. And they were totally making out.
"What the fuck?!" Brendon nearly whited out with rage. If Ryan was going to send him away so he could cheat on him, he should at least be smart enough to kick the other guy's ass out the door when Brendon said he was on his way home. The two of them slowed their kiss and pulled away from each other with a wet sounding smack. The scruffy guy's eyes were a little unfocused, but Ryan's were crisp and clear. He looked completely turned on.
"Surprise, Brendon." Ryan smirked. Brendon had to contain himself, he was about three seconds away from hauling off and punching Ryan in the head.
"Surprise, Brendon," Brendon mocked, "I've got some dude's tongue in my mouth. Happy birthday, Merry Christmas."
Ryan looked stunned for about two seconds before looking crestfallen. "You. You told me before, that your. Um. You said you wanted to watch me. With somebody else. I thought, I thought this would be a good surprise. Sorry." Ryan instantly lost all confidence in his actions and Brendon practically crumbled to the floor. Jesus fucking Christ, Ryan was amazing. Except now he was looking sad, and scruffy guy was all doe-eyed like he didn't know what was actually going on, and well.
"I'm Brendon," Brendon said, quickly skirting around the coffee table to perch on the arm of the couch next to the guy who wasn't Ryan. "I'm sorry if I seemed crazy for two seconds, but my boyfriend is a fucktard who plans amazing secrets without realizing they could be misconstrued at first sight."
The guy smiled, and it was like he brought the sun in with him. "Spencer," the guy, Spencer, said. And then Brendon leaned over and kissed him. It wasn't a good kiss technically, it was too sloppy by far, but Brendon was already too turned on to care. They pulled at each other's mouths with their tongues and teeth for a minute before Brendon felt Ryan reach over and rub up one of his thighs.
"Spencer and I are going to take care of each other," Ryan told Brendon in a raspy voice, "and then we're going to work together to take care of you."
There wasn't a word to convey the amount of 'YESYESYESYESYES' that was running through Brendon's head, so he just leaned over Spencer to lap at Ryan's mouth. Brendon would have gotten lost in the moment had he not heard Spencer gasp through his teeth one of the times that Ryan bit at Brendon's lip. Brendon pushed back from the couch, walked around the coffee table, and sat back in one of their recliners, popping open the button on his jeans along the way. They took the hint.
Ryan started by popping the buttons on his own shirt, tugging it off his thin arms and tossing it somewhere on the floor around him. He then leaned forward and helped pull Spencer from his t-shirt; Spencer had already removed the vest himself. Ryan stood and let Spencer slowly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, and drag the fly of his pants down. Spencer let his hands drop to Ryan's thighs, slid them around to the back, and tugged on Ryan's pockets until the pants dropped to the floor. Spencer then dragged Ryan's briefs down agonizingly slow, finally freeing Ryan's cock. The three of them all let out a simultaneous moan, and Spencer angled Ryan so that Brendon could see perfectly the way he sucked Ryan into his mouth. Brendon was going to die; he had never been so turned on in his life.
Spencer started up a slow but steady pace on Ryan's cock, hollowing his cheeks and bringing his hand up to help. Ryan reached down and tugged on the hair at the back of Spencer's hair for a second, and Spencer and Ryan glanced at each other before both turning their eyes to Brendon. Brendon watched the smooth in-out, in-out of Ryan's cock in Spencer's mouth before training his eyes up to Ryan's face. Ryan was still staring at Brendon. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were dark, his lips were bitten raw; Brendon had never seen him so beautiful, had never had the opportunity to sit and watch him fall apart with pleasure. Brendon was beginning to wonder what he would have to do for Ryan to have this happen always, to be able to watch this forever. He would do it. Brendon would do anything for Ryan right now, because he knew Ryan would do anything for him.
Ryan broke Brendon from his trance by saying softly, "Bren." Spencer let Ryan's cock pop out of his mouth, and Brendon barely registered seeing him stand and shed his pants. Once fully naked, Spencer rubbed a hand down Ryan's chest before leaning in and kissing him. Brendon watched, assuming they were waiting to hear what he wanted from them, but for the moment he was more than content. There were two beautiful guys stark naked and making out in front of him, and he was not only allowed, but encouraged to watch. Excuse Brendon for enjoying the view.
Finally, Brendon spoke. "Ry-" his voice cracked, "Ryan, bend over the couch. On your knees." Ryan complied. "Did you bring lube down?" Brendon asked, to be met with nods from the men in front of him. "Okay. Don't use it yet. Just- spit. Can you use spit and start fingering him, Spencer? Please?"
Spencer kneeled on the floor next to Ryan, making sure to not block Brendon's view, and leaned forward just enough to spit in the crack of Ryan's ass. Spencer used his index finger to trail most of the spit down Ryan's ass, and rubbed around the pucker. Ryan keened; Brendon has always loved how sensitive Ryan was to having his ass touched and teased. Spencer teased Ryan's hole a little longer before gently pushing in just the tip of one finger, twisting it left and right. Ryan pushed his ass back, and Spencer slipped his finger up to the next knuckle. Spencer slid his finger in all the way and began to fuck Ryan slowly with it. Ryan gasped, pushing back more onto Spencer's finger, but not saying or doing anything else.
"Take your. Spencer," Brendon panted as he leaned towards the scene in front of him. "Spencer, take a finger from the other hand and use that too."
Spencer popped the index finger of his free hand into his mouth and made eye contact with Brendon while he slicked it up. The finger came out of his mouth, and Brendon barely registered the shine of the spit on it before Spencer was pressing it into Ryan's hole. Ryan let out a strangled moan, and Brendon desperately, desperately wanted to see his face.
"If we moved. Could we go in the other room, guys?" Brendon asked the two in front of him. They all stood, and Brendon led the other two into the bathroom. "You can start again. Over the counter, Ryan. I want to be able to watch and see your face at the same time."
Ryan blushed, and leaned into Brendon for a kiss that could have been called chaste were they in any other situation. Brendon opened their medicine cabinet and pulled out a tube of lube (Brendon was so glad they liked to keep lube in different rooms, he wasn't sure he would have let anyone leave the room at this point) and set it on the counter.
"Go ahead," Brendon said, sitting on the laundry hamper that was against the wall opposite from the counter. Ryan put his elbows on the flat of the counter between the sinks, and Spencer grabbed the lube.
"Same thing?" Spencer asked. At Brendon's nod, Spencer popped the cap to the lube and squeezed some onto his index finger. He took the index finger of his other hand and began to rub them together, getting both fingers coated liberally in the slick, and dropped to his knees between Ryan and Brendon. Spencer placed the backs of his fingers together, and slid them into Ryan up to the second knuckle. Brendon watched the eyelashes of Ryan's reflection flutter, and when he looked back to his ass, Spencer had both fingers entirely in Ryan's hole. Spencer moved his fingers as one, slowly fucking in and out of Ryan, and then began to alternate them. When he would dip the finger on his left hand in, Spencer would pull the finger of his right hand out, and vice versa.
"One more from each hand," Brendon ordered, hoping against hope that Ryan would stretch for four fingers easily.
Spencer pulled his fingers out, recoated them in lube, put the backs of his hands together, and pushed the four fingers against Ryan's oversensitive asshole. Brendon could tell from the look on Ryan's face that it was hurting to make the jump from two to four, but Brendon was selfish and Ryan wasn't saying no. Brendon would make it worth Ryan's while. This give and take, it could become their thing. Spencer finally pushed through the tight ring of muscle with his four fingers, and Brendon was the one who let out a panted, shaky moan. Ryan's eyes flashed dark in the mirror, locking onto Brendon's, and he pushed back onto Spencer's hand. The little show-off. Brendon wanted to break Ryan, and he didn't even know why.
"Spencer?" Brendon breathed out, waiting for Spencer to turn and look at Brendon to continue. "Open him up and lick his ass."
Spencer licked his lips and pulled one hand from Ryan so he could pump his own erection. Brendon was surprised by how happy he was that Spencer seemed as turned on by all of this as Ryan and Brendon were. Spencer readjusted his position, pushed two fingers back into Ryan, and pried the hole open. Spencer leaned forward and slipped his tongue between his fingers, crooking it up to rub along the stretched ring. Brendon flicked his eyes between Ryan's face and what Spencer was doing between Ryan's legs; Brendon knew Ryan was close from the was his eyebrows were bunched together and the way he couldn't stop panting.
"Fuck him. Pull Ryan into your lap so I can see him, and fuck him," Brendon said, louder than he meant to.
Spencer jumped at the order, and Brendon wasn't sure if it was the register of voice or because Spencer had forgotten Brendon was there. Either way, he nodded. "Condom?" Spencer asked.
Brendon felt a blush crawling up his cheeks. He didn't know the etiquette to letting someone fuck his boyfriend, but he really, really wanted something specific. "Would you, ah. Be averse to unprotected?" Brendon asked, glancing up to see one of Spencer's eyebrows raised.
"Do you even know where Ryan found me? What makes you think that unprotected anything is safe, Brendon? For all you know, I could have already infected your partner with something. I haven't, because I'm clean and Ryan and I spoke at length about the importance of honesty and a clean partner, but still. You really should have sat down and asked me some questions first." Spencer was fierce, and Brendon was a little scared.
Ryan laughed though, reaching around to smack Spencer in the arm. "I'm pretty sure Brendon trusts me, whether or not he trusts you, and he knows I wouldn't bring that to him," Ryan told Spencer matter of factly. Brendon just nodded, and Spencer showed that special smile again.
"Good point. Okay, sorry. I just. You know, like to avoid stupidity," Spencer assented, then added on, "Normally. But I think coming into a relationship and sleeping with someone is stupid whether all involved are okay with it or not."
"Then why are you here?" Brendon asked.
"Because Ryan confided in me about what he wanted to do for you and asked if I knew anyone that could help him. I had someone in mind and asked Ryan for a picture of you guys so I could show my friend, and. Well. I kind of volunteered myself."
Brendon and Ryan smiled over Spencer, who only looked mildly abashed.
"We work together, by the way," Ryan tacked on. "Or, we did. Spencer got a new job, and today was his last day. We agreed to this last week but wanted to make sure there wasn't a chance of having to work together if this whole thing got really weird."
"And is it weird?" Brendon directed this to Ryan and Spencer, but he'd been wondering himself since Spencer started the discussion they were having. It felt a little weird, now that they were distracted from the sex at hand. Brendon was feeling a little in over his head. Spencer and Ryan looked at each other, and Spencer looked back to Brendon and shook his head.
"It was actually pretty much the hottest thing I've ever had a part in," Spencer confessed. "Until I started talking."
"He's an analyst, what do you expect?" Ryan drawled.
The three of them chuckled, and Brendon started to relax again. Ryan went to Brendon and kissed him, gently, and Brendon was turned back on. Brendon moaned a little into the kiss and deepened it. They sat there licking at each other's mouth until Brendon felt Spencer's hand on his chin. Brendon and Ryan parted, and Brendon leaned to Spencer. Spencer shrugged, and kissed Brendon. As Spencer chased Brendon's tongue between their mouths, Ryan leaned in to suck kisses down Brendon's neck, tug on the hem of the shirt that Brendon was still wearing for reasons unknown. Brendon pulled back, and Ryan and Spencer pulled his shirt off for him, both leaning back in again, but switching so that Ryan and Brendon were kissing and Spencer was nipping lightly at Brendon's nipple.
"I thought you guys were taking care of each other first," Brendon pulled pack just long enough to point out. Ryan and Spencer both ignored him, and instead began pulling him out of his pants. Ryan pulled Brendon's thighs apart enough to get in between them, and sucked Brendon's throbbing cock into his mouth. It was a miracle Brendon didn't come right then and there. He managed to grit his teeth, though, and focused on anything but what was going on in the room. Suddenly, though, Ryan sobbed out a moan and Brendon had to tear his eyes open and figure out why. Spencer was fucking Ryan from behind.
"Oh God!" Brendon yelled as he slammed his head back into the wall. He barely managed to pant out, "No more, Ry, no more. Want to watch."
Ryan pulled off Brendon's cock and held himself up with an arm on either side of Brendon, hot bursts of breath puffing out onto Brendon every time Spencer drilled back into Ryan. Ryan locked his eyes onto Brendon's, lashes fluttering and pupils blown, and Brendon watched Ryan come. Brendon has seen Ryan climax a hundred, thousand, million times by this point; he's seen him have an orgasm from the top, the bottom and from a hand and a mouth. Brendon has had Ryan's come plaster his face. Brendon has never, however, seen the way Ryan looks when he comes while being fucked by someone other than Brendon. While there's nothing overtly different in the way it looks, it feels so, so different. Spencer started to pull out, but Ryan reached a hand back and held him in. Ryan knew Brendon's turn-ons too well.
"He likes to felch," Ryan told Spencer, "stay where you are."
Spencer couldn't find a reason to argue with that, so he began to fuck Ryan again, a little bit harder this time. Brendon could see the discomfort on Ryan's face - whether it was from over-stimulation or if it was getting dry, he wasn't sure - but he enjoyed the scene before him a little too much to take pity on Ryan and ask for something else. Brendon sat there and panted while Spencer pounded into Ryan, and soon Spencer's thrusts turned sloppy. Spencer grabbed onto Ryan's ass, spread him open with his palms, and came. Spencer was still groaning when Brendon slipped to the floor, pulled Spencer's cock out of Ryan's hole, and started lapping at anything his tongue could reach.
When Brendon finally leaned back enough that Spencer could see more than just the back of his head, Spencer leaned forward and licked into Brendon's mouth. Brendon didn't realize that Ryan was moving until he felt the mouth on his cock; Brendon broke away in a gasp. Spencer gave Brendon a devilish grin before dropping forward and licking from Ryan's ear to the corner of his mouth. Ryan pulled back on Brendon's cock and Spencer slid his tongue from Ryan's face down to the base of Brendon's cock. Ryan worked his mouth to the side and Spencer placed his mouth fully around Brendon and, wow, okay. Brendon had never had two men suck him off at the same time before, and he didn't know if he would ever be able to go back to normal head after this. The stimulation of two different pressures and textures combined with the image he got when he glanced down finally brought Brendon over the edge. Brendon spurted hot between the two boys, most of his release catching on their skin, and practically collapsed backwards to lay on the bathroom floor.
Ryan hovered there for a second, casting weird shadows over Brendon's face, and proceeded to drop down next to him. Ryan tucked himself as close to Brendon he could get, and Brendon met his lips for a kiss. They each muttered 'love you' and nuzzled their noses together. Brendon could see Spencer eyeing the shower and considered telling him there was one in the other room; instead, he lifted his other arm out in invitation and hoped that Spencer would forsake cleanliness for (even more) closeness. He did.
The three of them lay there cramped together on the floor for several minutes before Brendon worked up the courage to say what had been running through the back of his mind.
"So, Spencer. That friend of yours? Do you think you could bring him with you next time?"
Funny how he didn't need to ask anyone else in the room to know that there would, in fact, be a next time.