I Can See How Jesus Wept
Title: I Can See How Jesus Wept
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: non-con)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Boarding school AU. Brendon takes it upon himself to corrupt Ryan's virgin soul.
Notes: 1,726 words.
Ryan would probably kill Spencer if he knew that his friend mentioning Ryan's strict moral values was the only reason Brendon took any interest in him to begin with.
Brendon faked needing a tutor--that was no problem, considering his less-than-awesome science grades--and ended up with a schedule that gave him three nights a week with Ryan, alone in Ryan's room. Brendon only needed one.
Ryan wasn't just your typical geeky religious-type. His soft, near-feminine features and lean body and slightly curling, dark hair gave Brendon plenty of fantasies about fucking him into the mattress. The boy was pretty--more than pretty, he was beautiful. He hid behind layers of clothing and a fear of God, but Brendon simply rose to the challenge to have Ryan Ross to himself. He explained his plan carefully to Jon and Jon told him he was fucking crazy, but Brendon would have his way. Brendon would have his Ryan.
With some light coaxing from Brendon, he and Ryan ended up side-by-side on Ryan's bed, a science book in Ryan's hands and Brendon's mind thinking about anything but what Ryan was trying to teach him.
Brendon shifted slightly on the bed and sat closer to Ryan, their thighs pressing together. He smiled to himself when he saw Ryan duck his head down, blushing.
"What's wrong, Ryan? Having impure thoughts?"
Ryan's face was red and his knuckles white where he was gripping his book, but he glanced warily up at Brendon anyway. "No, I'm just not used to having people trying to sit on me."
Brendon placed one hand casually on the middle of Ryan's thigh, rubbing circles through the material of Ryan's pants like it was no big deal. "If I was trying to sit on you I would currently be sitting on you. Do you ever think about boys like that, Ryan? Think about them naked, doing things to you?"
Ryan looked embarrassed and angry, pushing Brendon's hand off his thigh and letting his text book fall to the floor. He scooted back until he was sitting against the pillows, his arms holding his knees to his chest, a good foot away from Brendon and his creepy advances. "Of course I haven't. I'm not a--a pervert."
Brendon shook his head, crawling until he was kneeling at Ryan's feet. "But it's normal, Ryan, you shouldn't be afraid of those thoughts. Don't you think it would feel good if someone touched you... down there?" Brendon was having far too much fun with this. If this was anyone else he would be laughed at, but it was Ryan and Brendon was just making him more nervous by the minute.
"It's a sin," Ryan whispered, hugging his knees tighter to his chest.
"I think you should stop worrying so much about God, and start worrying more about what it feels like to have someone's cock buried inside your pretty little ass."
Ryan blushed even harder, if that was possible, staring helplessly at Brendon. "Please go away now."
Brendon gently pulled at Ryan's ankles, getting the other boy to stretch his legs out so Brendon was kneeling between them. He started moving forward, straddling Ryan on the bed.
"I--wait, no!" Ryan shouted all of a sudden, raising his hands as if to push at Brendon's chest. "I know exactly what you're doing, you're trying to--to..."
Brendon smiled, all teeth and bright eyes. "Corrupt you?"
Ryan shuddered, looking up at Brendon with wide eyes. "Just what do you want?"
Brendon leaned forward until his mouth was at Ryan's ear. He made sure to lean close enough so his lips could brush against Ryan's skin, sending shivers down the boy's spine.
"I want to fuck you," Brendon whispered, and wasn't surprised when Ryan did push Brendon, knocking him down on his ass in the middle of the bed. Brendon quickly got up before Ryan could move off the bed, though, and grabbed Ryan's wrists, pinning them above his head and holding Ryan down into the mattress with the weight of his body.
"Get off me," Ryan growled, bucking his hips up into Brendon. Brendon just laughed, grinding back down into Ryan and smiling when Ryan gasped out in surprise and the sensation, erections pushed together through layers of their school uniforms.
"You can't do this, I don't want you to--"
"Oh, Ryan, you have so much to learn about the joys of sex. I'll go easy on you this time, though, okay? I'll save choking on my cock for our next study date."
Ryan's eyes were wide with something like horror, and he tried struggling again to get his hands free even though Brendon's bone-grinding grip was too tight for Ryan to be able to do anything but twist his arms in vain.
"You've probably never even kissed someone, have you?" Brendon murmured to himself, and before Ryan could respond Brendon leaned down, pressing his lips hard against Ryan's. Ryan froze, not kissing back, and it was only after Brendon bit Ryan's lower lip that he opened his mouth in surprise and Brendon slid his tongue in.
Ryan whined, turning his head away so that Brendon's tongue slid along Ryan's jaw, pressing wet kisses down Ryan's neck.
"Stop, please, stop," Ryan panted, not letting himself watch Brendon undress him, popping open the buttons on Ryan's shirt.
"I think," Brendon said, sitting up with one hand still gripping Ryan's wrists, "I think that maybe I need to let go of you in order to get both of us undressed. Should I tie you up, or can I trust you not to make this worse for yourself?"
Ryan opened his eyes, staring up at Brendon. "Why are you doing this?"
Brendon rolled his eyes, letting go of Ryan to get him undressed and then to quickly strip his own clothes off. "Because you're a virgin, because I want to be the first one to ever touch you like this, Ryan, and make you feel good even though you think it's wrong."
"It is wrong," Ryan whispered fervently, shivering a little from the cool air on his bare skin. Brendon straddled Ryan again, conscious of the way their cocks were pressed together between their bodies. Ryan moaned, but it sounded like he was in more pain than pleasure (just how fucked up in the head was this kid) and Brendon leaned forward to kiss Ryan again.
"This would be a lot better for both of us if you would just give in and let yourself feel good." Brendon reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Ryan's half-hard cock, stroking up and down a few times. Ryan whimpered, trying to move away from Brendon's grip, so Brendon let go of his cock for now. He settled on running his hands over all the smooth, pale skin of Ryan's body, leaning down and sucking a bruise on Ryan's collarbone. When his lips trailed down to one of Ryan's nipples, Ryan gasped, trying to jerk away again.
"S-stop," Ryan breathed, still holding his hands together above his head of his own will. Brendon almost pointed it out, but he didn't want to ruin things.
"Relax and this will feel a lot better," Brendon said soothingly, sucking two fingers into his mouth and then scooting back until he could see Ryan's ass.
Ryan watched, wide-eyed, as Brendon slowly pushed the fingers into his ass, and Ryan groaned weakly at the strange intrusion. Brendon pushed his fingers in and out, trying to stretch Ryan so it would be easier for him to take Brendon's cock, but Ryan was mostly confused and overheated, gasping out suddenly when Brendon's fingers curled up against something inside of him.
Brendon smiled. "Does that feel good, Ryan?"
"No, stop. Stop! Please, I--"
"Why are you so afraid of pleasure?" Brendon asked, deliberately pressing his fingers into that spot with each thrust and watching as Ryan suffered, chewing his lip and moaning out helplessly. Brendon reached for Ryan's already-twitching cock but Ryan jerked back again, eyes wide and pleading.
"Please, no, just get it over with," Ryan almost sobbed, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Brendon could see Ryan so close to losing control, and all he wanted now was to push Ryan over the edge.
Brendon pulled his fingers out of Ryan and took his own cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of it against Ryan's hole to spread the pre-come. Watching Ryan come apart underneath him was far better than any porn Brendon could steal, but he still hoped this would last more than a minute.
Brendon pushed Ryan's legs up so they were folded at the knee, trapped between their bodies, and Brendon began to slowly push in. He could see Ryan holding his breath, his face scrunched up in pain--real pain, not the self-torture that Ryan had been putting himself through.
"Shh, just relax," Brendon tried again, stroking Ryan's hip and pulling out just to push in again. Taking it slow didn't last very long, though, not with Ryan tight and hot around him and whimpering underneath him. Brendon snapped his hips forward, listening to Ryan gasp with each thrust.
"It hurts, Brendon, I can't--"
"Oh, fuck," Brendon groaned, eyes rolling back in his head when Ryan kept clenching down on him. He leaned forward and kissed Ryan again, hips still moving. The kissing seemed to help calm Ryan down, though, and Brendon even managed to start jerking Ryan off without the other boy trying to squirm away.
"Are you close, Ryan, can you--"
"I don't know," Ryan gasped back against Brendon's mouth, even moving his hips up to meet Brendon's hard thrusts. "I think... it feels like, oh God, Brendon."
Ryan's whole body shook when he came, his head thrown back and mouth open. Brendon realized that this had to be Ryan's first orgasm ever, and it didn't take long for Brendon to come inside Ryan after that, his mouth desperately seeking Ryan's as he came down from his own orgasm.
Brendon pulled out and stretched Ryan's legs out again, collapsing next to Ryan on the bed. He mostly just wanted to close his eyes and sleep, now, maybe go for round two in another hour, but he couldn't stop himself from hearing Ryan's quiet, "Oh God."
Author: heavyhart
Rating: NC-17 (warning: non-con)
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Summary: Boarding school AU. Brendon takes it upon himself to corrupt Ryan's virgin soul.
Notes: 1,726 words.
Ryan would probably kill Spencer if he knew that his friend mentioning Ryan's strict moral values was the only reason Brendon took any interest in him to begin with.
Brendon faked needing a tutor--that was no problem, considering his less-than-awesome science grades--and ended up with a schedule that gave him three nights a week with Ryan, alone in Ryan's room. Brendon only needed one.
Ryan wasn't just your typical geeky religious-type. His soft, near-feminine features and lean body and slightly curling, dark hair gave Brendon plenty of fantasies about fucking him into the mattress. The boy was pretty--more than pretty, he was beautiful. He hid behind layers of clothing and a fear of God, but Brendon simply rose to the challenge to have Ryan Ross to himself. He explained his plan carefully to Jon and Jon told him he was fucking crazy, but Brendon would have his way. Brendon would have his Ryan.
With some light coaxing from Brendon, he and Ryan ended up side-by-side on Ryan's bed, a science book in Ryan's hands and Brendon's mind thinking about anything but what Ryan was trying to teach him.
Brendon shifted slightly on the bed and sat closer to Ryan, their thighs pressing together. He smiled to himself when he saw Ryan duck his head down, blushing.
"What's wrong, Ryan? Having impure thoughts?"
Ryan's face was red and his knuckles white where he was gripping his book, but he glanced warily up at Brendon anyway. "No, I'm just not used to having people trying to sit on me."
Brendon placed one hand casually on the middle of Ryan's thigh, rubbing circles through the material of Ryan's pants like it was no big deal. "If I was trying to sit on you I would currently be sitting on you. Do you ever think about boys like that, Ryan? Think about them naked, doing things to you?"
Ryan looked embarrassed and angry, pushing Brendon's hand off his thigh and letting his text book fall to the floor. He scooted back until he was sitting against the pillows, his arms holding his knees to his chest, a good foot away from Brendon and his creepy advances. "Of course I haven't. I'm not a--a pervert."
Brendon shook his head, crawling until he was kneeling at Ryan's feet. "But it's normal, Ryan, you shouldn't be afraid of those thoughts. Don't you think it would feel good if someone touched you... down there?" Brendon was having far too much fun with this. If this was anyone else he would be laughed at, but it was Ryan and Brendon was just making him more nervous by the minute.
"It's a sin," Ryan whispered, hugging his knees tighter to his chest.
"I think you should stop worrying so much about God, and start worrying more about what it feels like to have someone's cock buried inside your pretty little ass."
Ryan blushed even harder, if that was possible, staring helplessly at Brendon. "Please go away now."
Brendon gently pulled at Ryan's ankles, getting the other boy to stretch his legs out so Brendon was kneeling between them. He started moving forward, straddling Ryan on the bed.
"I--wait, no!" Ryan shouted all of a sudden, raising his hands as if to push at Brendon's chest. "I know exactly what you're doing, you're trying to--to..."
Brendon smiled, all teeth and bright eyes. "Corrupt you?"
Ryan shuddered, looking up at Brendon with wide eyes. "Just what do you want?"
Brendon leaned forward until his mouth was at Ryan's ear. He made sure to lean close enough so his lips could brush against Ryan's skin, sending shivers down the boy's spine.
"I want to fuck you," Brendon whispered, and wasn't surprised when Ryan did push Brendon, knocking him down on his ass in the middle of the bed. Brendon quickly got up before Ryan could move off the bed, though, and grabbed Ryan's wrists, pinning them above his head and holding Ryan down into the mattress with the weight of his body.
"Get off me," Ryan growled, bucking his hips up into Brendon. Brendon just laughed, grinding back down into Ryan and smiling when Ryan gasped out in surprise and the sensation, erections pushed together through layers of their school uniforms.
"You can't do this, I don't want you to--"
"Oh, Ryan, you have so much to learn about the joys of sex. I'll go easy on you this time, though, okay? I'll save choking on my cock for our next study date."
Ryan's eyes were wide with something like horror, and he tried struggling again to get his hands free even though Brendon's bone-grinding grip was too tight for Ryan to be able to do anything but twist his arms in vain.
"You've probably never even kissed someone, have you?" Brendon murmured to himself, and before Ryan could respond Brendon leaned down, pressing his lips hard against Ryan's. Ryan froze, not kissing back, and it was only after Brendon bit Ryan's lower lip that he opened his mouth in surprise and Brendon slid his tongue in.
Ryan whined, turning his head away so that Brendon's tongue slid along Ryan's jaw, pressing wet kisses down Ryan's neck.
"Stop, please, stop," Ryan panted, not letting himself watch Brendon undress him, popping open the buttons on Ryan's shirt.
"I think," Brendon said, sitting up with one hand still gripping Ryan's wrists, "I think that maybe I need to let go of you in order to get both of us undressed. Should I tie you up, or can I trust you not to make this worse for yourself?"
Ryan opened his eyes, staring up at Brendon. "Why are you doing this?"
Brendon rolled his eyes, letting go of Ryan to get him undressed and then to quickly strip his own clothes off. "Because you're a virgin, because I want to be the first one to ever touch you like this, Ryan, and make you feel good even though you think it's wrong."
"It is wrong," Ryan whispered fervently, shivering a little from the cool air on his bare skin. Brendon straddled Ryan again, conscious of the way their cocks were pressed together between their bodies. Ryan moaned, but it sounded like he was in more pain than pleasure (just how fucked up in the head was this kid) and Brendon leaned forward to kiss Ryan again.
"This would be a lot better for both of us if you would just give in and let yourself feel good." Brendon reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Ryan's half-hard cock, stroking up and down a few times. Ryan whimpered, trying to move away from Brendon's grip, so Brendon let go of his cock for now. He settled on running his hands over all the smooth, pale skin of Ryan's body, leaning down and sucking a bruise on Ryan's collarbone. When his lips trailed down to one of Ryan's nipples, Ryan gasped, trying to jerk away again.
"S-stop," Ryan breathed, still holding his hands together above his head of his own will. Brendon almost pointed it out, but he didn't want to ruin things.
"Relax and this will feel a lot better," Brendon said soothingly, sucking two fingers into his mouth and then scooting back until he could see Ryan's ass.
Ryan watched, wide-eyed, as Brendon slowly pushed the fingers into his ass, and Ryan groaned weakly at the strange intrusion. Brendon pushed his fingers in and out, trying to stretch Ryan so it would be easier for him to take Brendon's cock, but Ryan was mostly confused and overheated, gasping out suddenly when Brendon's fingers curled up against something inside of him.
Brendon smiled. "Does that feel good, Ryan?"
"No, stop. Stop! Please, I--"
"Why are you so afraid of pleasure?" Brendon asked, deliberately pressing his fingers into that spot with each thrust and watching as Ryan suffered, chewing his lip and moaning out helplessly. Brendon reached for Ryan's already-twitching cock but Ryan jerked back again, eyes wide and pleading.
"Please, no, just get it over with," Ryan almost sobbed, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to get his breathing under control. Brendon could see Ryan so close to losing control, and all he wanted now was to push Ryan over the edge.
Brendon pulled his fingers out of Ryan and took his own cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of it against Ryan's hole to spread the pre-come. Watching Ryan come apart underneath him was far better than any porn Brendon could steal, but he still hoped this would last more than a minute.
Brendon pushed Ryan's legs up so they were folded at the knee, trapped between their bodies, and Brendon began to slowly push in. He could see Ryan holding his breath, his face scrunched up in pain--real pain, not the self-torture that Ryan had been putting himself through.
"Shh, just relax," Brendon tried again, stroking Ryan's hip and pulling out just to push in again. Taking it slow didn't last very long, though, not with Ryan tight and hot around him and whimpering underneath him. Brendon snapped his hips forward, listening to Ryan gasp with each thrust.
"It hurts, Brendon, I can't--"
"Oh, fuck," Brendon groaned, eyes rolling back in his head when Ryan kept clenching down on him. He leaned forward and kissed Ryan again, hips still moving. The kissing seemed to help calm Ryan down, though, and Brendon even managed to start jerking Ryan off without the other boy trying to squirm away.
"Are you close, Ryan, can you--"
"I don't know," Ryan gasped back against Brendon's mouth, even moving his hips up to meet Brendon's hard thrusts. "I think... it feels like, oh God, Brendon."
Ryan's whole body shook when he came, his head thrown back and mouth open. Brendon realized that this had to be Ryan's first orgasm ever, and it didn't take long for Brendon to come inside Ryan after that, his mouth desperately seeking Ryan's as he came down from his own orgasm.
Brendon pulled out and stretched Ryan's legs out again, collapsing next to Ryan on the bed. He mostly just wanted to close his eyes and sleep, now, maybe go for round two in another hour, but he couldn't stop himself from hearing Ryan's quiet, "Oh God."