Bad Boys, Bad Boys [s/a]
Title: Bad Boys, Bad Boys [s/a]
Author:i_love_jersey , meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17 [Duh xD]
Warning: Age differance [18/ 23], Bden's a cop. That's it :/
Pairing: Ryden/ Rydon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Ryan's lucky. VERY lucky.
Word Count: 4,506
Disclaimer: So fake pigs are flying.
Beta: Both meiloslyther and I read over this
Author Notes: Yet another RP by meiloslyther and I! Isn't the porn we come up with amazing?
Brendon sighs as he steps out of his car, walking up to the driver's side of the Ferrari Spyder, hips swinging without him even realizing it. Brendon was kinda young to be a DARE officer, 23 to be exact, but he loved his job. "You know the speed limit is 35 here?" He asked the VERY hot kid in the driver's seat. "You were going 'bout 75, Hot Rod." He tells the kid. "License and registration..." He then smirks slightly "Can that car even do 35?" he asks jokingly.
Ryan eyes the cop, grinning lopsidedly as he notices how young he is, how breathtakingly gorgeous he is. "It can go even slower than that," he replies cheekily, his eyebrows twitching up seductively as he digs his license out of his wallet and his registration from his glove box and hands them off.
Brendon raises an eyebrow as he looks over Ryan's license and his registration and everything is in order. He frowns at the younger male's actions. "Please step out of the vehicle, Mr. Ross" He tries to say sternly but Ryan's fidgeting with something and it's distracting Brendon. Curse the world for making him have to deal with a really hot kid.
Ryan quickly texts his buddy Spencer, telling him he might be a little late coming over, before he puts away his phone and smiles up at the officer as he gets out of his car. At only 18, he still stands an inch or so taller than the cop, who's probably in his 20's. Cocking out a hip, Ryan leans back against his car, his eyes flickering over the older man's body, taking in his womanly hips and his big pouty lips. Ryan grins mischievously.
Brendon sighs in annoyance before speaking, voice still firm "Mr. Ross, please stand with one foot behind the other, raising the front one up off the ground and counting slowly," he speaks clearly, "1000, 2000, 3000, and so on," he says for example as he places his ticket pad under his right arm for safe keeping as he watches Ryan, the officer mildly irked with tonights events so far.
His smile faltering, Ryan does as the officer says, but he has terrible balance on both feet, much less only one, and has to put his foot back down to catch himself after 9000. He desperately hopes the cop doesn't say anything, or if he does that he can get off on the poor balance excuse because he had been drinking earlier, only a beer or two, but he's sure just that small amount would catch him on a breathalyzer. Ryan tries to keep his cool and just continues to smirk at the other man.
Brendon sighs, walking back to the dare car and returning with a breathalyzer, his face slightly sympathetic as he says "Blow," He doesn't add out loud the 'and I'm not talking about me.' comment that he adds in his mind as he holds up the machine and waits for Ryan to obey, already knowing that the kid was at least buzzed
'Ah, shit,' Ryan thinks as he blows into the machine, his heart racing. He doesn't even feel the alcohol anymore, this is so unfair. He pulls back when it beeps to tell him it's done, and Ryan waits anxiously for it to process. He is so fucking screwed, it's not even funny.
Brendon frowns at the result and sighs "Sorry..." He mumbles. He feels bad for this kid, no clue why, but he does. "Your blood alcohol level is .05 which is just above the normal range," he informs Ryan. "And since you're under 21 I have to take you in." Brendon bites his lip. "I'm really sorry... Ryan" He says softly, figuring he would be happier if Brendon used his first name
"Shit," Ryan hisses, closing his eyes in frustration, but he notices when the officer calls him by his name. Opening his eyes again, he sighs and hangs his head a little. 'Do I get to call someone?' he wonders vaguely in his mind, thinking of Spencer. "I never caught your name, by the way," he comments lightly, trying to subtly flirt his way out of this.
Brendon thinks for a minuet, biting his lip. "Brendon," he speaks softly, meeting Ryan's eyes. Brendon REALLY wishes he hadn't done that. Ryan's eyes are the most amazing color he's ever seen. They would be classified as hazel but that was just demeaning. They faded from a honey gold to a deep brown and if Brendon looked closely he could see flecks of green here and there. Brendon shook his head slightly, realizing he was getting slightly lost in Ryan's eyes. "Please, come with me."
Ryan notices Brendon staring at him and whoa, Brendon, that is such a sexy name. Ryan bites back a smirk and follows Brendon back to his car, a bright yellow Mercury Cougar. "I'd love to come with you, Brendon," he replies with a certain air of suggestion before he can even stop himself. He mentally facepalms; perhaps there is still a little alcohol in his system.
Brendon chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I'll have someone tow your Spyder home, ok?" he asks gently. He could tell from how Ryan drove it that, though he may be young, he knew what to do with that much power and exotic muscle wrapped around him so he knew the younger wouldn't want his car left here. "I'll take care of the charges..." he says, again in that soft tone. He opens the driver door, bending the seat forward and helping Ryan into the back of the car. "Don't hurt yourself now..." He jokes, starting the car and leaving the AC running as it was a hot and muggy night and Brendon was sure Ryan would appreciate it as they waited for the tow truck.
Ryan frowns at the lame attempt at a joke, but rests his chin on the shoulder of the driver's seat anyway. "Sooo, how old are you, Brendon?" he asks in his sexiest tone, grinning. What the hell, he had already gotten away with everything else, why not try a little harder? Brendon hadn't outright told him no, he's not gay, stop flirting you creepy little teenager. So hey, Ryan's going to continue to be a flirty little teenager.
Brendon taps his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at Ryan in the rear view. "23," he answers. He figures, what the hell? If this kid is offering, why the hell not take it. He's sure Ryan would appreciate fucking Brendon in exchange for not being arrested. But Brendon doesn't plan on telling the other this just yet. He wants to milk the younger for all he's worth, despite the pun.
Ryan hums in acknowledgement, thinking deeply; well, as deeply as someone who's slightly impaired can. He figures if he can get in Brendon's pants, maybe he can avoid getting into big trouble. It's a long shot, but it's worth a try. "Are you more into guys or girls? I don't want to be offensive or anything, I'm just mildly curious," he ventures, taking a risk. "I figure if we're going to be here a while, we might as well make conversation, right?"
Brendon chuckles lightly "Girls scare me," he states with a laugh in his voice. Brendon had never had a period where he was confused. He liked boys and that was that. "I'm gonna venture a guess and say you're at least bi, Ryan," he speaks, smiling as the tow truck pulls up. "Where do you live? Well, where do you want your to be taken?" he asks, once again humoring the boy.
Ooh, kid's good. "You're good," Ryan answers in an impressed tone, grinning a little. He gives Brendon his address with an even wider smirk, wondering if he'll keep it somewhere and show up at his apartment sometime. He beats that idea down nearly as fast as he thinks it; that's a little too much wishful thinking, he concludes.
Brendon gets out, talking to the tow truck driver, smiling as he agrees to what Brendon tells him. The officer is then walking back to his car, getting in and checking for cars before driving off at the speed limit. His hands rest lightly on the wheel as he drives "You know Ryan... I was thinking," he speaks softly, chocolate eyes on the road, "You really don't want the 40 miles over the speed limit and DUI on your record, right?"
Ryan tries to keep himself from smiling, knowing this is serious business. This could be his out right here. "No... sir," he adds after a second, hoping to up his chances. He could get off scot free! He tries to tamper down his excitement and sits as still as possible.
Brendon chuckles softly as his eyes glance to Ryan in his mirror. "Well you're a pretty young boy," He says, and he decides he'll just take Ryan home. He'll make up some story for his captain, Jon Walker before letting the other fuck him. It really amused Brendon what he could get away with. He smiled as he turned onto Ryan's street, scanning building numbers.
Ryan resents the 'young' comment, but nods. "Thanks... Hey, are you taking me home?" His eyebrows shoot up when Brendon turns down his street, thanking whatever higher power that he gets a nice cop this time. He's free!
Brendon pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex before turning in his seat, which he's realizing just now is a VERY awkward thing to do in this car, and smiling at Ryan. "More or less..." he says, a smirk 15 times more seductive then any Ryan had given him that evening taking over his lips. "There is a way I'll let you get off scott-free," he says as he catches Ryan's eyes, "But that involves me getting off." Brendon lets the corners of his smirk turn up a bit as he finds the younger's eyes and he's preying Ryan goes along with it and doesn't report him.
Ryan's pulse speeds up a little at that smirk, only catching the innuendo the second time he says it over in his brain. He had been planning on this since he first saw Brendon walk up to his car, but he never expected... His cock twitches at just the thought. "Okay," he answers breathlessly, mentally cursing how desperate he sounds.
Brendon chuckles slightly as he twists the key in the ignition, the engine quieting and stopping. Brendon then gets out and tilts the seat forward before lending Ryan a hand to get out, free hand going to the top of the younger boy's head to make sure he didn't bump it. "Smart choice," he speaks as he helps Ryan out.
Nervous as all hell, his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest, Ryan swallows thickly. "Th-this way," he mutters, leading Brendon up the rickety stairs and down the hall a ways to his apartment, fumbling with the key before finally opening the door and ushering Brendon inside.
Brendon smirks slightly, now swinging his hips on purpose as he walks forward, looking around Ryan's apartment with interest. "Relax," he says gently, "You act like this is your first time, or something." Brendon laughs gently as Ryan moves over to him, a face splitting grin taking over his features and making it seem as if the other where shining with more light than the sun.
'Oh god, am I that obvious?' Ryan wonders, trying to calm himself down. He chuckles a little, attempting to diffuse his nervousness. "Or something," he replies with a forced grin, fidgeting a little. Oh, god, how did he get himself into this mess? He doesn't have a clue what he's doing.
Brendon hadn't been looking at Ryan but he glances up to Ryan. "It's your first time?" he asks again, soft disbelief in his voice as he moves forward to Ryan, a hand coming up and cupping his face gently. "Tell me," he demands in a soft and gentle voice before leaning in and kissing Ryan sweetly
Ryan lowers his eyes, biting his lip. "Well, not technically. I've... I've been with girls before." Meeting Brendon's gaze again, Ryan leans in for another kiss, nibbling at the elder's bottom lip before pulling back again. "I've just... never been with another guy." He can feel the blush heating his cheeks and wishes he could have just controlled his nervousness.
Brendon chuckles lightly as he advances again, cupping Ryan's face with both hands this time. "Then fuck me," he says, that same gentle, inviting, sexy tone he had been using the whole time. He then leans in and closes the space, kissing Ryan sweetly.
Wrapping one arm around Brendon's waist and the other around his neck, Ryan pulls the elder closer and kisses back desperately. He wants this, needs this, and fucking Brendon he can handle. He can do this. Slowing down a little, he flicks his tongue over Brendon's lower lip, doing what he would have done with any girl.
Brendon opens his mouth into the kiss, letting Ryan take control, letting the younger treat Brendon like a girl. He smiles into the kiss, hands coming to Ryan's button up and his fingers undoing the buttons with ease. "You'll do fine Ryan," Brendon tells him softly.
Exhaling a little less shakily than he would have two minutes ago, Ryan grabs Brendon by the belt and drags him into his bedroom, shrugging off his own shirt before tugging at the buttons of Brendon's uniform blindly as he reconnects their mouths. He gets the buttons undone before he pushes the shirt off Brendon's shoulders, tugging then at the white undershirt until it comes off. "God... you're perfect, Brendon," Ryan mutters when he finally looks down at the elder's torso, running his fingers across the taut muscles of Brendon's stomach.
Brendon grins happily at the comment "You are more than I am," he speaks sweetly before kissing Ryan hard, letting a little of his normal dominance show, worried he might scare the boy off if he tried to dominate him, anyway most of the time he bottomed he was sub, but there was a rare once or twice when he bottomed and was dom.
Ryan whimpers into the kiss, easily giving up control, considering he's still kind of clueless on the subject. So he kind of lied a little when he told Brendon about the girls he's been with... or well, he just sort of left out the part where he never had actual sex with them, that is. He can handle Brendon mentally laughing at him for not having sex with a guy before, but for being a complete virgin? No way, there is no way he's letting Brendon know that. Letting Brendon kiss him, Ryan tugs a little at his belt, loosening it tentatively.
Brendon grabs Ryan's hands, moving them away as he pulled away slowly, worried look on his face "Sorry..." he mumbles as he undoes his belt and sets it aside, eyeing his glock in it's holster nervously and wondering if Ryan might get any funny ideas but he shakes himself out of it before going back to kissing Ryan, letting the younger lead the kiss. Brendon's hands make quick work of Ryan's belt and pants, letting them drop to the younger boy's ankles.
Ryan tries to keep his cool as he steps backwards out of his shoes and pants, pulling Brendon in the direction of the bed as he fumbles with the elder's slacks. Ryan can feel the heat of Brendon's cock through the thin fabric, and this is the closest he's ever been to being completely naked in front of someone he's not related to. An even stranger thought is this will be the first time anyone but himself has seen his hard cock in the light. Ryan shivers a bit at that, finally getting Brendon's pants down, and shoves him onto the bed.
Brendon smiles, palming Ryan's hard-on through his boxers before slipping his hand down into the boy's boxers and his fingers brushed over the warm skin, Brendon licking his lips before kissing him roughly, a hand moving over Ryan's back. Brendon digs his nails in slightly here and there, loving the feeling of the younger boy's body on his. "God you're so hot, Ryan," he whispers roughly into Ryan's ear before licking it
Ryan groans breathily, arching into Brendon's touch. Gaining an ounce of courage, he tugs off Brendon's underwear and wraps his hand around the elder's cock, moving teasingly slow and thumbing the head on the upstroke. Really, he's kind of hoping Brendon will help him out here; he knows the basic gist in theory, but this is no where near just theory anymore. He can feel himself getting nervous again.
Brendon lets out a deep moan, bucking his hips up into Ryan's hand. God, it's been awhile since he's been laid. It's sad really. Brendon pulls Ryan down and kisses him hard, hands pushing Ryan's boxers off. "Mmm... Fuck me Ryan... Fuck me hard," he purrs in this near growl to the other, deep brown eyes close to black.
Ryan gulps, wanting to fuck Brendon into oblivion, really, but he can feel the prick of frustrated, embarrassed tears at the corners of his eyes. "Brendon, I... what...," he falters, biting his lip. "How?" he finally asks in a whisper, avoiding Brendon's eyes. "I... I don't really... know what I'm doing." He closes his eyes and hopes Brendon won't just get up and leave right now, or worse, have him arrested. God, he is such an idiot. How did he get in this mess?
Brendon looked up at Ryan, frowning slightly "Because you've never been with a guy or...?" he bites his lip gently, cupping Ryan's face. He feels bad for making the other say it but Brendon needs to know. He sighs softly, kissing the other softly.
"This is... kind of my first time...," Ryan mutters, kissing back a little. "Ever." He knows his face is bright red, knows that Brendon will surely laugh at him now, but he wants this. He wants Brendon more than he ever thought he would have, and it isn't just because he's the hottest guy Ryan's ever seen. He just... god, he just needs to stop being so nervous about it.
Brendon smiles gently "I kinda guessed," he says softly, kissing him again. "Well that's fine," he says gently, smiling happily as his hands moved over Ryan's body. "We'll take it slow then." Brendon moves down a bit, lips and teeth moving down over Ryan's chest and then he's taking Ryan's cock in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks the younger hard
The grateful sigh Ryan attempts to make comes out as more of a moan, fingers twitching against the sheets as Brendon sucks him off, unsure if he's allowed to thread his fingers into that soft brown hair or not. His nerves are almost immediately blown away, succumbing to Brendon's touch, his lips, his tongue. Waves of gratefulness and pleasure flow through him, washing away the tension, the embarrassment.
Brendon smiles, hands dragging up and down Ryan's torso as he sucked, pulling off and licking a stripe up Ryan's cock, teeth dragging very lightly over the head. "mmm... you like that Ryan?" he purrs before his tongue laps over Ryan's cock hungrily, the older looking up at him with hungry eyes. "Fuck me," he breathes again, fingers brushing over Ryan's entrance teasingly
Breathing a little heavier than normal, something suddenly clicks in Ryan's brain and everything makes perfect sense. An animalistic grin spreads across Ryan's face as he pushes Brendon onto his back, lost in a lust-filled daze as he trails his mouth down Brendon's body, sucking a mark into the crease of the elder's thigh. Moving down further, he laves at Brendon's cock, down, down, until his tongue is dipping into the crease of the elder's ass.
Brendon grins as Ryan takes control, the older beyond happy with this turn of events, gasping in shock but letting out an appreciative moan at Ryan's actions "Mmm! Ry! Yes!" he moans as his back arches involuntarily. his hands finding Ryan's hair and grabbing, tugging slightly.
Ryan nudges Brendon's thighs up and apart more, gaining better access to his hole. Dipping his head back down, he runs his tongue across Brendon's puckered entrance, teasing around the tight ring of muscle. Spreading Brendon's cheeks with gentle hands, he slowly slips his tongue inside, breathing heavily against the elder's skin.
Brendon moans hungrily, nibbling on his lip. "Mmm... Come here, Ry," he mumbles, stealing one of the younger boy's hands and sucking on three of his fingers hugrily, kissing Ryan when he let his fingers go "Put them in me,' Brendon whispers deeply, breath ghosting over Ryan's ear.
Ryan's completely gone at this point, simply nodding and pressing one slick finger into Brendon, dragging his teeth across Brendon's chest absentmindedly and sucking on a nipple. They aren't even really doing anything yet and Ryan feels like he's floating.
Brendon arches, moaning softly and nibbling his lip "F-Fuck," he gasps hungrily. "Mmm, Ryan, fuck yes." Brendon's pressing a hand to his dick, running his fingers up and down his wamr skin "oh fuck it... Ry I want you," He begs, rolling his hips up into Ryan's, brown-ish black eyes begging as they find the younger's hazel
Ryan slips in a second finger, feeling the resistance but working against it, moving his fingers around until he feels Brendon's muscles relax. He pushes a third in then, quickly picking up on what makes the elder groan.
Brendon arches harder as Ryan brushes his spot "Th-there!" he begs softly, pulling Ryan to him and biting his shoulder gently to keep his noises soft. Brendon's hands then were traveling over Ryan's back, memorizing every curve and sip of his body. "Ry..." he begged helplessly
Pulling his fingers out, Ryan gains his head for a second. "W-wait. Do we need...? I don't have any condoms," he explains quickly, not even blushing at the word like he normally would. He knows his pupils are probably blown wide by now.
Brendon laughs, kissing Ryan rather hard "I don't care if you don't..." he mumbles. "It's not like I'll get pregnant," he says with a laugh as he pulls Ryan down on him "Fuck me... Fuck me hard Ryan Ross," he growls with a devious grin on his lips as he relaxes into the younger boy's bed.
Exhaling his relief, he licks his palm and runs it over his cock before guiding himself into Brendon, crying out loudly at the pressure around his cock. Digging his fingers into Brendon's shaggy hair, he pulls the elder's head back, biting hard at his neck. Ryan's vision is fading in and out, so he just shuts his eyes as he waits for Brendon's okay to move.
Brendon gasps out loudly, arching his back and rocking his hips into Ryan's. "Fucking move!" he demands loudly, gasping loudly as Ryan bit him "Mmm! Fuuuuuck!" he growls needily, nuzzling his face into Ryan's chest as he dug his nails into the skin covering the younger's back
Shuddering, Ryan pulls back and slams in hard, half hoping he leaves bruises as he sets a rough, fast pace, knowing full well how long he can last even though he was a virgin. He's got control of these things, he knows how to hold back. Sucking on the spot on Brendon's neck he just bit, the hand not gripping Brendon's hair moved across his ribs, scratching absently.
Brendon groans, arching into Ryan and meeting the his thrusts. Brendon knows he's not gonna last long with how Ryan's going at this and Brendon couldn't care any less as he grabs onto Ryan and moans shamelessly, wondering if his neighbors would be wondering what he was up to tomorrow. "God harder," he pants loudly, nipping at Ryan's skin.
Ryan's panting hard now, his throat burning from being so dry. Moving both hands down to dig his nails into the back of Brendon's thighs, he thrusts as hard as he possibly can, grunting with each one. The whole bed is shaking with the force of his movements, the headboard banging against the wall, and he knows his neighbors will be complaining at him in the morning.
Brendon groaned, arching his back harder and pressing up against Ryan "F-fuck I'm close," he grumbles hotly, stroking his cock roughly and he tightens himself around Ryan, knowing the younger would enjoy the extra tightness. Brendon was letting out rough pants as he kept getting closer and closer and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
Random curses spill from Ryan's lips, grunts turning into breathy moans when Brendon clenches around him. He allows himself to get pulled towards the edge, his skin tingling with the intensity of it all. "Fuck... come on... come on, come for me, Brendon," he gasps, shoving Brendon's hand out of the way to grab the elder's cock himself, hand sliding quickly through precum and sweat.
Brendon grunts, moaning Ryan's name as he comes hard, letting out curses as his muscles spasm and Brendon's hands tighten on whatever they had a grip on, Brendon's teeth finding Ryan's shoulder and biting carefully as his hips bucked up to meet Ryan's, the older soon whimpering from over stimulation, his body twitching roughly "R-R-Ryan!" he begs softly, letting out a harsh breath through his nose before kissing the younger deeply.
Unable to hold on with Brendon's muscles squeezing his cock so deliciously, Ryan hands grip Brendon's hips hard as he comes, throwing his head back and crying out loudly, sharp hips connecting with Brendon's one last time. Twitching with aftershocks, Ryan pulls out and collapses next to Brendon, nearly passing out as he gulps down air.
Brendon smiles, kissing Ryan sweetly "You shouldn't speed," he tells the other. "I don't think any other cop would be as nice as I am and give you this option." Brendon cups Ryan's face and looks at him with a gentle smile. He sighs happily as he pulls Ryan to him. "You want me to leave?" he asks softly.
Ryan glances up into Brendon's face, eyebrows raised slightly. "Would it...?" he trails before stopping himself, sighing. A small smile twists his lips and he cuddles into the elder's chest. "Not really," he finishes honestly, wrapping an arm around Brendon's chest.
Brendon smiles softly as he plays with Ryan's hair happily, petting the other gently. "Good," he purrs as he presses his lips to the top of Ryan's head, snuggling into the boy's soft brown hair. and he smiles as Ryan's breathing evens out. Brendon glances at his belt and the glock peeking out of its holster and Brendon wonders if maybe he should leave but he just settles in next to Ryan, pulling the covers over them before falling asleep.
Author:i_love_jersey , meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17 [Duh xD]
Warning: Age differance [18/ 23], Bden's a cop. That's it :/
Pairing: Ryden/ Rydon
POV: 3rd
Summary: Ryan's lucky. VERY lucky.
Word Count: 4,506
Disclaimer: So fake pigs are flying.
Beta: Both meiloslyther and I read over this
Author Notes: Yet another RP by meiloslyther and I! Isn't the porn we come up with amazing?
Brendon sighs as he steps out of his car, walking up to the driver's side of the Ferrari Spyder, hips swinging without him even realizing it. Brendon was kinda young to be a DARE officer, 23 to be exact, but he loved his job. "You know the speed limit is 35 here?" He asked the VERY hot kid in the driver's seat. "You were going 'bout 75, Hot Rod." He tells the kid. "License and registration..." He then smirks slightly "Can that car even do 35?" he asks jokingly.
Ryan eyes the cop, grinning lopsidedly as he notices how young he is, how breathtakingly gorgeous he is. "It can go even slower than that," he replies cheekily, his eyebrows twitching up seductively as he digs his license out of his wallet and his registration from his glove box and hands them off.
Brendon raises an eyebrow as he looks over Ryan's license and his registration and everything is in order. He frowns at the younger male's actions. "Please step out of the vehicle, Mr. Ross" He tries to say sternly but Ryan's fidgeting with something and it's distracting Brendon. Curse the world for making him have to deal with a really hot kid.
Ryan quickly texts his buddy Spencer, telling him he might be a little late coming over, before he puts away his phone and smiles up at the officer as he gets out of his car. At only 18, he still stands an inch or so taller than the cop, who's probably in his 20's. Cocking out a hip, Ryan leans back against his car, his eyes flickering over the older man's body, taking in his womanly hips and his big pouty lips. Ryan grins mischievously.
Brendon sighs in annoyance before speaking, voice still firm "Mr. Ross, please stand with one foot behind the other, raising the front one up off the ground and counting slowly," he speaks clearly, "1000, 2000, 3000, and so on," he says for example as he places his ticket pad under his right arm for safe keeping as he watches Ryan, the officer mildly irked with tonights events so far.
His smile faltering, Ryan does as the officer says, but he has terrible balance on both feet, much less only one, and has to put his foot back down to catch himself after 9000. He desperately hopes the cop doesn't say anything, or if he does that he can get off on the poor balance excuse because he had been drinking earlier, only a beer or two, but he's sure just that small amount would catch him on a breathalyzer. Ryan tries to keep his cool and just continues to smirk at the other man.
Brendon sighs, walking back to the dare car and returning with a breathalyzer, his face slightly sympathetic as he says "Blow," He doesn't add out loud the 'and I'm not talking about me.' comment that he adds in his mind as he holds up the machine and waits for Ryan to obey, already knowing that the kid was at least buzzed
'Ah, shit,' Ryan thinks as he blows into the machine, his heart racing. He doesn't even feel the alcohol anymore, this is so unfair. He pulls back when it beeps to tell him it's done, and Ryan waits anxiously for it to process. He is so fucking screwed, it's not even funny.
Brendon frowns at the result and sighs "Sorry..." He mumbles. He feels bad for this kid, no clue why, but he does. "Your blood alcohol level is .05 which is just above the normal range," he informs Ryan. "And since you're under 21 I have to take you in." Brendon bites his lip. "I'm really sorry... Ryan" He says softly, figuring he would be happier if Brendon used his first name
"Shit," Ryan hisses, closing his eyes in frustration, but he notices when the officer calls him by his name. Opening his eyes again, he sighs and hangs his head a little. 'Do I get to call someone?' he wonders vaguely in his mind, thinking of Spencer. "I never caught your name, by the way," he comments lightly, trying to subtly flirt his way out of this.
Brendon thinks for a minuet, biting his lip. "Brendon," he speaks softly, meeting Ryan's eyes. Brendon REALLY wishes he hadn't done that. Ryan's eyes are the most amazing color he's ever seen. They would be classified as hazel but that was just demeaning. They faded from a honey gold to a deep brown and if Brendon looked closely he could see flecks of green here and there. Brendon shook his head slightly, realizing he was getting slightly lost in Ryan's eyes. "Please, come with me."
Ryan notices Brendon staring at him and whoa, Brendon, that is such a sexy name. Ryan bites back a smirk and follows Brendon back to his car, a bright yellow Mercury Cougar. "I'd love to come with you, Brendon," he replies with a certain air of suggestion before he can even stop himself. He mentally facepalms; perhaps there is still a little alcohol in his system.
Brendon chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I'll have someone tow your Spyder home, ok?" he asks gently. He could tell from how Ryan drove it that, though he may be young, he knew what to do with that much power and exotic muscle wrapped around him so he knew the younger wouldn't want his car left here. "I'll take care of the charges..." he says, again in that soft tone. He opens the driver door, bending the seat forward and helping Ryan into the back of the car. "Don't hurt yourself now..." He jokes, starting the car and leaving the AC running as it was a hot and muggy night and Brendon was sure Ryan would appreciate it as they waited for the tow truck.
Ryan frowns at the lame attempt at a joke, but rests his chin on the shoulder of the driver's seat anyway. "Sooo, how old are you, Brendon?" he asks in his sexiest tone, grinning. What the hell, he had already gotten away with everything else, why not try a little harder? Brendon hadn't outright told him no, he's not gay, stop flirting you creepy little teenager. So hey, Ryan's going to continue to be a flirty little teenager.
Brendon taps his fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at Ryan in the rear view. "23," he answers. He figures, what the hell? If this kid is offering, why the hell not take it. He's sure Ryan would appreciate fucking Brendon in exchange for not being arrested. But Brendon doesn't plan on telling the other this just yet. He wants to milk the younger for all he's worth, despite the pun.
Ryan hums in acknowledgement, thinking deeply; well, as deeply as someone who's slightly impaired can. He figures if he can get in Brendon's pants, maybe he can avoid getting into big trouble. It's a long shot, but it's worth a try. "Are you more into guys or girls? I don't want to be offensive or anything, I'm just mildly curious," he ventures, taking a risk. "I figure if we're going to be here a while, we might as well make conversation, right?"
Brendon chuckles lightly "Girls scare me," he states with a laugh in his voice. Brendon had never had a period where he was confused. He liked boys and that was that. "I'm gonna venture a guess and say you're at least bi, Ryan," he speaks, smiling as the tow truck pulls up. "Where do you live? Well, where do you want your to be taken?" he asks, once again humoring the boy.
Ooh, kid's good. "You're good," Ryan answers in an impressed tone, grinning a little. He gives Brendon his address with an even wider smirk, wondering if he'll keep it somewhere and show up at his apartment sometime. He beats that idea down nearly as fast as he thinks it; that's a little too much wishful thinking, he concludes.
Brendon gets out, talking to the tow truck driver, smiling as he agrees to what Brendon tells him. The officer is then walking back to his car, getting in and checking for cars before driving off at the speed limit. His hands rest lightly on the wheel as he drives "You know Ryan... I was thinking," he speaks softly, chocolate eyes on the road, "You really don't want the 40 miles over the speed limit and DUI on your record, right?"
Ryan tries to keep himself from smiling, knowing this is serious business. This could be his out right here. "No... sir," he adds after a second, hoping to up his chances. He could get off scot free! He tries to tamper down his excitement and sits as still as possible.
Brendon chuckles softly as his eyes glance to Ryan in his mirror. "Well you're a pretty young boy," He says, and he decides he'll just take Ryan home. He'll make up some story for his captain, Jon Walker before letting the other fuck him. It really amused Brendon what he could get away with. He smiled as he turned onto Ryan's street, scanning building numbers.
Ryan resents the 'young' comment, but nods. "Thanks... Hey, are you taking me home?" His eyebrows shoot up when Brendon turns down his street, thanking whatever higher power that he gets a nice cop this time. He's free!
Brendon pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex before turning in his seat, which he's realizing just now is a VERY awkward thing to do in this car, and smiling at Ryan. "More or less..." he says, a smirk 15 times more seductive then any Ryan had given him that evening taking over his lips. "There is a way I'll let you get off scott-free," he says as he catches Ryan's eyes, "But that involves me getting off." Brendon lets the corners of his smirk turn up a bit as he finds the younger's eyes and he's preying Ryan goes along with it and doesn't report him.
Ryan's pulse speeds up a little at that smirk, only catching the innuendo the second time he says it over in his brain. He had been planning on this since he first saw Brendon walk up to his car, but he never expected... His cock twitches at just the thought. "Okay," he answers breathlessly, mentally cursing how desperate he sounds.
Brendon chuckles slightly as he twists the key in the ignition, the engine quieting and stopping. Brendon then gets out and tilts the seat forward before lending Ryan a hand to get out, free hand going to the top of the younger boy's head to make sure he didn't bump it. "Smart choice," he speaks as he helps Ryan out.
Nervous as all hell, his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest, Ryan swallows thickly. "Th-this way," he mutters, leading Brendon up the rickety stairs and down the hall a ways to his apartment, fumbling with the key before finally opening the door and ushering Brendon inside.
Brendon smirks slightly, now swinging his hips on purpose as he walks forward, looking around Ryan's apartment with interest. "Relax," he says gently, "You act like this is your first time, or something." Brendon laughs gently as Ryan moves over to him, a face splitting grin taking over his features and making it seem as if the other where shining with more light than the sun.
'Oh god, am I that obvious?' Ryan wonders, trying to calm himself down. He chuckles a little, attempting to diffuse his nervousness. "Or something," he replies with a forced grin, fidgeting a little. Oh, god, how did he get himself into this mess? He doesn't have a clue what he's doing.
Brendon hadn't been looking at Ryan but he glances up to Ryan. "It's your first time?" he asks again, soft disbelief in his voice as he moves forward to Ryan, a hand coming up and cupping his face gently. "Tell me," he demands in a soft and gentle voice before leaning in and kissing Ryan sweetly
Ryan lowers his eyes, biting his lip. "Well, not technically. I've... I've been with girls before." Meeting Brendon's gaze again, Ryan leans in for another kiss, nibbling at the elder's bottom lip before pulling back again. "I've just... never been with another guy." He can feel the blush heating his cheeks and wishes he could have just controlled his nervousness.
Brendon chuckles lightly as he advances again, cupping Ryan's face with both hands this time. "Then fuck me," he says, that same gentle, inviting, sexy tone he had been using the whole time. He then leans in and closes the space, kissing Ryan sweetly.
Wrapping one arm around Brendon's waist and the other around his neck, Ryan pulls the elder closer and kisses back desperately. He wants this, needs this, and fucking Brendon he can handle. He can do this. Slowing down a little, he flicks his tongue over Brendon's lower lip, doing what he would have done with any girl.
Brendon opens his mouth into the kiss, letting Ryan take control, letting the younger treat Brendon like a girl. He smiles into the kiss, hands coming to Ryan's button up and his fingers undoing the buttons with ease. "You'll do fine Ryan," Brendon tells him softly.
Exhaling a little less shakily than he would have two minutes ago, Ryan grabs Brendon by the belt and drags him into his bedroom, shrugging off his own shirt before tugging at the buttons of Brendon's uniform blindly as he reconnects their mouths. He gets the buttons undone before he pushes the shirt off Brendon's shoulders, tugging then at the white undershirt until it comes off. "God... you're perfect, Brendon," Ryan mutters when he finally looks down at the elder's torso, running his fingers across the taut muscles of Brendon's stomach.
Brendon grins happily at the comment "You are more than I am," he speaks sweetly before kissing Ryan hard, letting a little of his normal dominance show, worried he might scare the boy off if he tried to dominate him, anyway most of the time he bottomed he was sub, but there was a rare once or twice when he bottomed and was dom.
Ryan whimpers into the kiss, easily giving up control, considering he's still kind of clueless on the subject. So he kind of lied a little when he told Brendon about the girls he's been with... or well, he just sort of left out the part where he never had actual sex with them, that is. He can handle Brendon mentally laughing at him for not having sex with a guy before, but for being a complete virgin? No way, there is no way he's letting Brendon know that. Letting Brendon kiss him, Ryan tugs a little at his belt, loosening it tentatively.
Brendon grabs Ryan's hands, moving them away as he pulled away slowly, worried look on his face "Sorry..." he mumbles as he undoes his belt and sets it aside, eyeing his glock in it's holster nervously and wondering if Ryan might get any funny ideas but he shakes himself out of it before going back to kissing Ryan, letting the younger lead the kiss. Brendon's hands make quick work of Ryan's belt and pants, letting them drop to the younger boy's ankles.
Ryan tries to keep his cool as he steps backwards out of his shoes and pants, pulling Brendon in the direction of the bed as he fumbles with the elder's slacks. Ryan can feel the heat of Brendon's cock through the thin fabric, and this is the closest he's ever been to being completely naked in front of someone he's not related to. An even stranger thought is this will be the first time anyone but himself has seen his hard cock in the light. Ryan shivers a bit at that, finally getting Brendon's pants down, and shoves him onto the bed.
Brendon smiles, palming Ryan's hard-on through his boxers before slipping his hand down into the boy's boxers and his fingers brushed over the warm skin, Brendon licking his lips before kissing him roughly, a hand moving over Ryan's back. Brendon digs his nails in slightly here and there, loving the feeling of the younger boy's body on his. "God you're so hot, Ryan," he whispers roughly into Ryan's ear before licking it
Ryan groans breathily, arching into Brendon's touch. Gaining an ounce of courage, he tugs off Brendon's underwear and wraps his hand around the elder's cock, moving teasingly slow and thumbing the head on the upstroke. Really, he's kind of hoping Brendon will help him out here; he knows the basic gist in theory, but this is no where near just theory anymore. He can feel himself getting nervous again.
Brendon lets out a deep moan, bucking his hips up into Ryan's hand. God, it's been awhile since he's been laid. It's sad really. Brendon pulls Ryan down and kisses him hard, hands pushing Ryan's boxers off. "Mmm... Fuck me Ryan... Fuck me hard," he purrs in this near growl to the other, deep brown eyes close to black.
Ryan gulps, wanting to fuck Brendon into oblivion, really, but he can feel the prick of frustrated, embarrassed tears at the corners of his eyes. "Brendon, I... what...," he falters, biting his lip. "How?" he finally asks in a whisper, avoiding Brendon's eyes. "I... I don't really... know what I'm doing." He closes his eyes and hopes Brendon won't just get up and leave right now, or worse, have him arrested. God, he is such an idiot. How did he get in this mess?
Brendon looked up at Ryan, frowning slightly "Because you've never been with a guy or...?" he bites his lip gently, cupping Ryan's face. He feels bad for making the other say it but Brendon needs to know. He sighs softly, kissing the other softly.
"This is... kind of my first time...," Ryan mutters, kissing back a little. "Ever." He knows his face is bright red, knows that Brendon will surely laugh at him now, but he wants this. He wants Brendon more than he ever thought he would have, and it isn't just because he's the hottest guy Ryan's ever seen. He just... god, he just needs to stop being so nervous about it.
Brendon smiles gently "I kinda guessed," he says softly, kissing him again. "Well that's fine," he says gently, smiling happily as his hands moved over Ryan's body. "We'll take it slow then." Brendon moves down a bit, lips and teeth moving down over Ryan's chest and then he's taking Ryan's cock in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks the younger hard
The grateful sigh Ryan attempts to make comes out as more of a moan, fingers twitching against the sheets as Brendon sucks him off, unsure if he's allowed to thread his fingers into that soft brown hair or not. His nerves are almost immediately blown away, succumbing to Brendon's touch, his lips, his tongue. Waves of gratefulness and pleasure flow through him, washing away the tension, the embarrassment.
Brendon smiles, hands dragging up and down Ryan's torso as he sucked, pulling off and licking a stripe up Ryan's cock, teeth dragging very lightly over the head. "mmm... you like that Ryan?" he purrs before his tongue laps over Ryan's cock hungrily, the older looking up at him with hungry eyes. "Fuck me," he breathes again, fingers brushing over Ryan's entrance teasingly
Breathing a little heavier than normal, something suddenly clicks in Ryan's brain and everything makes perfect sense. An animalistic grin spreads across Ryan's face as he pushes Brendon onto his back, lost in a lust-filled daze as he trails his mouth down Brendon's body, sucking a mark into the crease of the elder's thigh. Moving down further, he laves at Brendon's cock, down, down, until his tongue is dipping into the crease of the elder's ass.
Brendon grins as Ryan takes control, the older beyond happy with this turn of events, gasping in shock but letting out an appreciative moan at Ryan's actions "Mmm! Ry! Yes!" he moans as his back arches involuntarily. his hands finding Ryan's hair and grabbing, tugging slightly.
Ryan nudges Brendon's thighs up and apart more, gaining better access to his hole. Dipping his head back down, he runs his tongue across Brendon's puckered entrance, teasing around the tight ring of muscle. Spreading Brendon's cheeks with gentle hands, he slowly slips his tongue inside, breathing heavily against the elder's skin.
Brendon moans hungrily, nibbling on his lip. "Mmm... Come here, Ry," he mumbles, stealing one of the younger boy's hands and sucking on three of his fingers hugrily, kissing Ryan when he let his fingers go "Put them in me,' Brendon whispers deeply, breath ghosting over Ryan's ear.
Ryan's completely gone at this point, simply nodding and pressing one slick finger into Brendon, dragging his teeth across Brendon's chest absentmindedly and sucking on a nipple. They aren't even really doing anything yet and Ryan feels like he's floating.
Brendon arches, moaning softly and nibbling his lip "F-Fuck," he gasps hungrily. "Mmm, Ryan, fuck yes." Brendon's pressing a hand to his dick, running his fingers up and down his wamr skin "oh fuck it... Ry I want you," He begs, rolling his hips up into Ryan's, brown-ish black eyes begging as they find the younger's hazel
Ryan slips in a second finger, feeling the resistance but working against it, moving his fingers around until he feels Brendon's muscles relax. He pushes a third in then, quickly picking up on what makes the elder groan.
Brendon arches harder as Ryan brushes his spot "Th-there!" he begs softly, pulling Ryan to him and biting his shoulder gently to keep his noises soft. Brendon's hands then were traveling over Ryan's back, memorizing every curve and sip of his body. "Ry..." he begged helplessly
Pulling his fingers out, Ryan gains his head for a second. "W-wait. Do we need...? I don't have any condoms," he explains quickly, not even blushing at the word like he normally would. He knows his pupils are probably blown wide by now.
Brendon laughs, kissing Ryan rather hard "I don't care if you don't..." he mumbles. "It's not like I'll get pregnant," he says with a laugh as he pulls Ryan down on him "Fuck me... Fuck me hard Ryan Ross," he growls with a devious grin on his lips as he relaxes into the younger boy's bed.
Exhaling his relief, he licks his palm and runs it over his cock before guiding himself into Brendon, crying out loudly at the pressure around his cock. Digging his fingers into Brendon's shaggy hair, he pulls the elder's head back, biting hard at his neck. Ryan's vision is fading in and out, so he just shuts his eyes as he waits for Brendon's okay to move.
Brendon gasps out loudly, arching his back and rocking his hips into Ryan's. "Fucking move!" he demands loudly, gasping loudly as Ryan bit him "Mmm! Fuuuuuck!" he growls needily, nuzzling his face into Ryan's chest as he dug his nails into the skin covering the younger's back
Shuddering, Ryan pulls back and slams in hard, half hoping he leaves bruises as he sets a rough, fast pace, knowing full well how long he can last even though he was a virgin. He's got control of these things, he knows how to hold back. Sucking on the spot on Brendon's neck he just bit, the hand not gripping Brendon's hair moved across his ribs, scratching absently.
Brendon groans, arching into Ryan and meeting the his thrusts. Brendon knows he's not gonna last long with how Ryan's going at this and Brendon couldn't care any less as he grabs onto Ryan and moans shamelessly, wondering if his neighbors would be wondering what he was up to tomorrow. "God harder," he pants loudly, nipping at Ryan's skin.
Ryan's panting hard now, his throat burning from being so dry. Moving both hands down to dig his nails into the back of Brendon's thighs, he thrusts as hard as he possibly can, grunting with each one. The whole bed is shaking with the force of his movements, the headboard banging against the wall, and he knows his neighbors will be complaining at him in the morning.
Brendon groaned, arching his back harder and pressing up against Ryan "F-fuck I'm close," he grumbles hotly, stroking his cock roughly and he tightens himself around Ryan, knowing the younger would enjoy the extra tightness. Brendon was letting out rough pants as he kept getting closer and closer and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
Random curses spill from Ryan's lips, grunts turning into breathy moans when Brendon clenches around him. He allows himself to get pulled towards the edge, his skin tingling with the intensity of it all. "Fuck... come on... come on, come for me, Brendon," he gasps, shoving Brendon's hand out of the way to grab the elder's cock himself, hand sliding quickly through precum and sweat.
Brendon grunts, moaning Ryan's name as he comes hard, letting out curses as his muscles spasm and Brendon's hands tighten on whatever they had a grip on, Brendon's teeth finding Ryan's shoulder and biting carefully as his hips bucked up to meet Ryan's, the older soon whimpering from over stimulation, his body twitching roughly "R-R-Ryan!" he begs softly, letting out a harsh breath through his nose before kissing the younger deeply.
Unable to hold on with Brendon's muscles squeezing his cock so deliciously, Ryan hands grip Brendon's hips hard as he comes, throwing his head back and crying out loudly, sharp hips connecting with Brendon's one last time. Twitching with aftershocks, Ryan pulls out and collapses next to Brendon, nearly passing out as he gulps down air.
Brendon smiles, kissing Ryan sweetly "You shouldn't speed," he tells the other. "I don't think any other cop would be as nice as I am and give you this option." Brendon cups Ryan's face and looks at him with a gentle smile. He sighs happily as he pulls Ryan to him. "You want me to leave?" he asks softly.
Ryan glances up into Brendon's face, eyebrows raised slightly. "Would it...?" he trails before stopping himself, sighing. A small smile twists his lips and he cuddles into the elder's chest. "Not really," he finishes honestly, wrapping an arm around Brendon's chest.
Brendon smiles softly as he plays with Ryan's hair happily, petting the other gently. "Good," he purrs as he presses his lips to the top of Ryan's head, snuggling into the boy's soft brown hair. and he smiles as Ryan's breathing evens out. Brendon glances at his belt and the glock peeking out of its holster and Brendon wonders if maybe he should leave but he just settles in next to Ryan, pulling the covers over them before falling asleep.