i'd rather be rolling cigars :: brendon/ryan :: r
I'd Rather Be Rolling Cigars. ~1200 words. Written because I do not have a psych test to be studying for :/ Also, because I have a thing for Brendon and blowjobs, clearly. Dedicated to my lovely friend, sweet_diabetes. You are awesome! And looked over by the wonderful itsallhushhush ♥
Brendon can suck cock.
It's kind of a random thought to be having at the moment, but Ryan knows that the next time he sees a car drive by with an "I'd rather be…" frame around the license plate, Ryan's going to think that he'd rather be right where he is now, lying on his bed, legs spread, back arched, and arms supporting his torso while he gets the best blowjob of his life. That's not so surprising. What takes Ryan off guard, makes his eyes stay wide open instead of shooting closed, makes his breathing and panting faster and deeper than usual, is the fact that it's Brendon's head between his legs.
Brendon can suck cock. Brendon can suck cock like it's nobody's fucking business, and why has no one ever told him this? Brendon sucks particularly hard as he's bobbing down Ryan's dick, and Ryan curses, letting his neck drop back for the tiniest of moments, his eyes close just briefly. He doesn't want to miss a second of this. He wants to ingrain in his head exactly how hot, how seductive, how different Brendon looks when he's like this, laying down between Ryan's legs, hands and mouth attacking Ryan's cock with such enthusiasm.
It looks like Brendon's having fun. He's got that special glint in his eyes that only comes around during a show or when he's schooling someone at guitar hero. It makes Ryan's cock twitch and throb in Brendon's mouth to think that Brendon's enjoying this.
Ryan gasps and chokes and tries to refrain from thrusting his hips up into Brendon's willing mouth, but it's hard. Brendon takes it all so well, whining and humming soft noises every time Ryan gets his hips off the bed. Ryan has a brief but burning desire to fuck Brendon's mouth with no abandon, and he probably would have tried had he not gotten distracted by letting his eyes travel down Brendon's back to see his hips, stuttering almost in time with Ryan's, pushing and rubbing into the mattress beneath him.
It's one of the hottest things Ryan's ever seen.
Brendon has his eyes closed like he's really concentrating, and Ryan could die right now and be happy with his final moments on earth. Brendon pulls off to breath, and he's looking directly at Ryan, almost daring Ryan to say something, to challenge and question Brendon, but Ryan can't focus on anything but the hot look in Brendon's eyes, the way his lips are plump, red, shiny and slightly parted, and the way Brendon's working his hand lightening fast up and down Ryan's cock, squeezing harder and twisting when he reaches the head.
"Brendon." The name makes it past Ryan's lips, and Brendon raises an eyebrow at him before slowing his hand on Ryan's cock to a torturous tease, so different from the fastfastfast pace that Brendon's set from the beginning. "Brendon," Ryan breathes out. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, it's to see Brendon bringing his lips to the head of Ryan's cock and kissing lightly, peppering wetness all across the head, and collecting Ryan's precome on the bottom of his lip. He moves his head back and starts stroking again, slow, and Ryan's transfixed by the tiny bead of white on Brendon's bottom lip.
Brendon's not afraid, not ashamed, and he holds Ryan's gaze as he darts his pink tongue out, licking away at the tiny droplet, and Ryan moans.
Despite the stage show, the rumors, their closeness all the time, Ryan's never done this with Brendon before. No one's brought it up. Ryan's never even thought about it, but when Brendon bites his lips and closes his eyes against a whimper at the feeling of Ryan's cock twitching in his hand, Ryan thinks he's the biggest idiot in the world for not trying this sooner.
Ryan will be the biggest idiot in the world if he can never manage to get Brendon to do this for him again.
Ryan's getting close, and Brendon speeds up. He's making more noises now as he takes Ryan deeper and holds him in longer. Ryan doesn't know where to look; everything about the situation is more beautiful than Ryan could have ever imagined. Brendon looks positively divine with his slim fingers wrapped tightly around Ryan's dick, and his pink, plump mouth sliding wetly up and down. His dark eyelashes look gorgeous fanned across his pale cheeks when he closes his eyes. Brendon's body is still moving, still grinding into the sheets, and Ryan loves the roundness of Brendon's ass, the way his shirt rides up and Ryan can see the dimples in Brendon's lower back. He wants to touch them, lick into the indents, scrape his teeth over creamy skin…
Brendon pulls off with a loud gasp and drops his head down to rest on Ryan's hip. He's panting and moaning and Ryan notices the way Brendon's hips move quicker and with more purpose. Ryan looks at Brendon's face, and he's pressing his forehead down, licking and kissing at Ryan's skin and hipbone. His fingers remain around Ryan's cock, but the movement of his hand begins to falter as Brendon's whines get louder.
Ryan wants to come with Brendon. He says, "Brendon. Brendon, come on, fuck," and Brendon bites into Ryan's hip, squeezes his hand tightly and pulls hard up and down Ryan's cock as his back trembles and he comes in his pants.
Ryan's mind screams out an awed holy shit. Brendon recovers quickly and looks straight into Ryan's eyes. He looks completely gone, wrecked, and more gorgeous than Ryan could have possibly thought any human being could look. Brendon wastes no time in getting back to Ryan, tongue flicking out to lap generously over the head of Ryan's cock, lips meeting tongue and wrapping tightly around the crown, Brendon sucking hard.
It takes barely three sucks, and just that one look of Brendon's eyes into his before Ryan's finally coming. He gasps and pants and tries to say Brendon's name. He can't even say for sure that he gets it out; his head feels cloudy and his vision gets hazy and he's never felt better.
For all that Brendon was confident and challenging during the act, he gets shy afterwards, ducking his head as he reaches for Ryan's jeans on the floor and passes it to him, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck and staring at the ground.
Ryan notices, though, how Brendon keeps licking his lips, keeps swallowing. He notices how Brendon refused the offer of water, didn't want anything to chase down the taste of Ryan hot and heavy on his tongue, thick in his throat. It makes a surge of want pulse hotly through Ryan's body, and he puts his jeans back on, hastily zipping up and grabbing Brendon's wrist, grabbing his attention. Brendon looks up at him with wide, questioning eyes, and Ryan doesn't have to say anything. He just smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting up a fraction of an inch, and Brendon immediately relaxes, tension draining out of him.
Ryan squeezes hard around Brendon's wrist, hard enough to bruise, and Brendon's eyes flutter closed. Ryan drops his gaze to Brendon's parted lips and thinks, yeah. They'll do this again.
Brendon can suck cock.
It's kind of a random thought to be having at the moment, but Ryan knows that the next time he sees a car drive by with an "I'd rather be…" frame around the license plate, Ryan's going to think that he'd rather be right where he is now, lying on his bed, legs spread, back arched, and arms supporting his torso while he gets the best blowjob of his life. That's not so surprising. What takes Ryan off guard, makes his eyes stay wide open instead of shooting closed, makes his breathing and panting faster and deeper than usual, is the fact that it's Brendon's head between his legs.
Brendon can suck cock. Brendon can suck cock like it's nobody's fucking business, and why has no one ever told him this? Brendon sucks particularly hard as he's bobbing down Ryan's dick, and Ryan curses, letting his neck drop back for the tiniest of moments, his eyes close just briefly. He doesn't want to miss a second of this. He wants to ingrain in his head exactly how hot, how seductive, how different Brendon looks when he's like this, laying down between Ryan's legs, hands and mouth attacking Ryan's cock with such enthusiasm.
It looks like Brendon's having fun. He's got that special glint in his eyes that only comes around during a show or when he's schooling someone at guitar hero. It makes Ryan's cock twitch and throb in Brendon's mouth to think that Brendon's enjoying this.
Ryan gasps and chokes and tries to refrain from thrusting his hips up into Brendon's willing mouth, but it's hard. Brendon takes it all so well, whining and humming soft noises every time Ryan gets his hips off the bed. Ryan has a brief but burning desire to fuck Brendon's mouth with no abandon, and he probably would have tried had he not gotten distracted by letting his eyes travel down Brendon's back to see his hips, stuttering almost in time with Ryan's, pushing and rubbing into the mattress beneath him.
It's one of the hottest things Ryan's ever seen.
Brendon has his eyes closed like he's really concentrating, and Ryan could die right now and be happy with his final moments on earth. Brendon pulls off to breath, and he's looking directly at Ryan, almost daring Ryan to say something, to challenge and question Brendon, but Ryan can't focus on anything but the hot look in Brendon's eyes, the way his lips are plump, red, shiny and slightly parted, and the way Brendon's working his hand lightening fast up and down Ryan's cock, squeezing harder and twisting when he reaches the head.
"Brendon." The name makes it past Ryan's lips, and Brendon raises an eyebrow at him before slowing his hand on Ryan's cock to a torturous tease, so different from the fastfastfast pace that Brendon's set from the beginning. "Brendon," Ryan breathes out. He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, it's to see Brendon bringing his lips to the head of Ryan's cock and kissing lightly, peppering wetness all across the head, and collecting Ryan's precome on the bottom of his lip. He moves his head back and starts stroking again, slow, and Ryan's transfixed by the tiny bead of white on Brendon's bottom lip.
Brendon's not afraid, not ashamed, and he holds Ryan's gaze as he darts his pink tongue out, licking away at the tiny droplet, and Ryan moans.
Despite the stage show, the rumors, their closeness all the time, Ryan's never done this with Brendon before. No one's brought it up. Ryan's never even thought about it, but when Brendon bites his lips and closes his eyes against a whimper at the feeling of Ryan's cock twitching in his hand, Ryan thinks he's the biggest idiot in the world for not trying this sooner.
Ryan will be the biggest idiot in the world if he can never manage to get Brendon to do this for him again.
Ryan's getting close, and Brendon speeds up. He's making more noises now as he takes Ryan deeper and holds him in longer. Ryan doesn't know where to look; everything about the situation is more beautiful than Ryan could have ever imagined. Brendon looks positively divine with his slim fingers wrapped tightly around Ryan's dick, and his pink, plump mouth sliding wetly up and down. His dark eyelashes look gorgeous fanned across his pale cheeks when he closes his eyes. Brendon's body is still moving, still grinding into the sheets, and Ryan loves the roundness of Brendon's ass, the way his shirt rides up and Ryan can see the dimples in Brendon's lower back. He wants to touch them, lick into the indents, scrape his teeth over creamy skin…
Brendon pulls off with a loud gasp and drops his head down to rest on Ryan's hip. He's panting and moaning and Ryan notices the way Brendon's hips move quicker and with more purpose. Ryan looks at Brendon's face, and he's pressing his forehead down, licking and kissing at Ryan's skin and hipbone. His fingers remain around Ryan's cock, but the movement of his hand begins to falter as Brendon's whines get louder.
Ryan wants to come with Brendon. He says, "Brendon. Brendon, come on, fuck," and Brendon bites into Ryan's hip, squeezes his hand tightly and pulls hard up and down Ryan's cock as his back trembles and he comes in his pants.
Ryan's mind screams out an awed holy shit. Brendon recovers quickly and looks straight into Ryan's eyes. He looks completely gone, wrecked, and more gorgeous than Ryan could have possibly thought any human being could look. Brendon wastes no time in getting back to Ryan, tongue flicking out to lap generously over the head of Ryan's cock, lips meeting tongue and wrapping tightly around the crown, Brendon sucking hard.
It takes barely three sucks, and just that one look of Brendon's eyes into his before Ryan's finally coming. He gasps and pants and tries to say Brendon's name. He can't even say for sure that he gets it out; his head feels cloudy and his vision gets hazy and he's never felt better.
For all that Brendon was confident and challenging during the act, he gets shy afterwards, ducking his head as he reaches for Ryan's jeans on the floor and passes it to him, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck and staring at the ground.
Ryan notices, though, how Brendon keeps licking his lips, keeps swallowing. He notices how Brendon refused the offer of water, didn't want anything to chase down the taste of Ryan hot and heavy on his tongue, thick in his throat. It makes a surge of want pulse hotly through Ryan's body, and he puts his jeans back on, hastily zipping up and grabbing Brendon's wrist, grabbing his attention. Brendon looks up at him with wide, questioning eyes, and Ryan doesn't have to say anything. He just smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting up a fraction of an inch, and Brendon immediately relaxes, tension draining out of him.
Ryan squeezes hard around Brendon's wrist, hard enough to bruise, and Brendon's eyes flutter closed. Ryan drops his gaze to Brendon's parted lips and thinks, yeah. They'll do this again.