Stay Awake {TABLE 8}
Summary: Brendon has a school project and recruits Ryan to help { table}
Disclaimer: I own them; I also have a purple nargle that does my makeup for me.
“Brendon, I don’t wanna,” Ryan whines, shoving his face into one of the many pillows that occupy Brendon’s bed.
“You have to! No one else would do it,” Brendon pouts.
“I didn’t agree to either! You tricked me!” Ryan’s shouts are muffled but Brendon get’s the general idea.
“Well, fuck; I’m sorry! But I needed someone and you’re my best friend.”
Ryan’s silent for a few moments. “Fine,” he shouts into the pillow.
“Alright, no sleeping, got it?”
“Yea, I figured,” Ryan sat up to gesture across the room. “What with all the red bulls and energy shots you bought.
“It’s only two days,” Brendon reasons.
“You’ve got enough here to hype out three fourths of Japan!”
“I do not!” Brendon huffs. Ryan scoffs; he knows he’s probably right.
-!-
“I hate your Bio teacher,” Ryan grumbles falling into an armchair. He’s only left Brendon’s room twice in the last forty-two hours and that was just to piss.
“Six more hours, Ry,” Brendon mumbles. He got past whining back at Ryan about twenty hours in.
“Gimmie a red bull.”
“No.”
“Why?!” Ryan whines. Brendon is usually the whiner, not Ryan, and Brendon does not like listening to Ryan whine.
“You’re not allowed to have any. You know that.” Ryan makes obscene gestures of which you can guess. Brendon replies with a mumbled, “You wish you could.”
“Fuck, I wish I could so something beside sit here & not sleep!” Ryan shouts. Brendon doesn’t even flinch. He’s so imperturbable; except when it comes to whining. Brendon hates whining. “Brendon, Brendon, Brendon, Brenny!” Ryan’s whining just to have something to do; Brendon knows it.
“Ryan, I swear to God- Listen, I will blow you later if you will just fucking stop whining!” Brendon snaps. Ryan freezes, his ass halfway out of the chair. He had been going to snag a red bull. He doesn’t say anything, just sits back silently. Brendon’s happy with the silence and doesn’t even realize the promise he’s just made. Ryan actually sits silently in that chair for almost forty-five minutes. Brendon doesn’t notice because he’s calculating and scribbling down data for the project.
“Br- Brendon?” Ryan’s voice is so hesitant, even Brendon notices and he’s, like, the king of obliviousness.
“Yea, Ry?”
“Is it later yet?”
“What?” Brendon has already forgotten.
“You said if I quit whining, you’d-“
“Oh,” Brendon’s heart is a fucking hummingbird right now. Ryan doesn’t even know what to say now. He’s already half-hard, Brendon’s mere words had done that. Brendon breaths in and nods affirmatively.
He stood and sauntered - mother fucking sauntered - toward Ryan. Dropping to his knees in front of the old chair, he clasped a hand behind each of Ryan’s knees, sliding him forward. Brendon palmed lightly over Ryan’s tight jeans - teasing. Ryan wiggled a bit, biting back moans that ached to escape as he fully hardened and Brendon undid the pants painfully slow. Ryan was literally shaking in anticipation.
Brendon glanced up just to make sure Ryan was really okay with this. Ryan wasn’t even looking at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed with his hands gripping the armrests as he tried not to squirm. Brendon half smiled & slid Ryan’s jeans off, learning that his friend has chosen to go commando yesterday. Lovely.
His hand found Ryan’s base and secured itself there.
“Ready?” he breathed. Ryan let out a sort of moaning whine-cry and Brendon took it as a yes.
Brendon had hardly done anything so far and Ryan was wriggling like a worm, so he set his free hand firmly on Ryan’s hip, holding him in place. Brendon took a quick breath, licked his lips, and bent over.
He swirled his tongue over the head of Ryan’s cock cautiously - it’s not like he’s an expert at this; Ryan’s the gay one. Though, Brendon doesn’t feel weird doing this, even to Ryan. It seems, kind of, normal to him, actually.
Ryan bucks his hips and Brendon unconsciously swallowed around him, and now Brendon - and Ryan - knows that he can take Ryan much deeper than he’d thought.
“God . . .” Ryan’s moans and throbbing dick in his mouth are making Brendon hard and- wait that’s not supposed to happen. Ryan’s the gay one, remember? Brendon shoves the thoughts away, though, because the incoherent noises coming from Ryan are so much more interesting. He decides he wants to try something. Pulling off Ryan, Brendon takes another quick breath. He goes down as far as he can, and then grazes his teeth gently along Ryan’s dick from base to tip. And Ryan fucking loses it. His hands are scrabbling for something easier to grip and, if it weren’t for Brendon’s hand, he’d be bucking his hips like crazy. Ryan doesn’t even know how he hasn’t come yet, but he fucking needs to soon.
“Br- Bren” Ryan moves his hands Brendon’s hair, guiding him up and down, and Brendon lets him because he came in to his pants about two minutes ago when Ryan was sputtering his name and doesn’t know what else to do to get him off. Ryan guides him for only a moment before Brendon attempts the teeth thing again. It works and seconds later Ryan is screaming Brendon’s name as he shoots load after load right at Brendon’s shirt.
Ryan’s breath is heavy & shallow; Brendon pulls off his, now messy, shirt and sits back on his heels to watch bemusedly after changing his jeans too.
“Ya know, Ry,” Brendon begins after Ryan’s caught his breath & slid his jeans back on. “You didn’t have to shoot your load all over my black shirt,” Brendon grins, crawling into Ryan’s lap.
Ryan scoffs playfully, “Sorry, I was little too busy to aim right then.” Brendon chuckles & nuzzles his face into Ryan’s neck.
Ryan sighs deeply a few minutes later and Brendon says, “Only four more hours.”
Ryan chuckles and admits, “Doing that only made me more tired.”
“Guess I’ll have to find some way to keep you up then,” Brendon mumbled, his voice dripping of innuendo.
Disclaimer: I own them; I also have a purple nargle that does my makeup for me.
“Brendon, I don’t wanna,” Ryan whines, shoving his face into one of the many pillows that occupy Brendon’s bed.
“You have to! No one else would do it,” Brendon pouts.
“I didn’t agree to either! You tricked me!” Ryan’s shouts are muffled but Brendon get’s the general idea.
“Well, fuck; I’m sorry! But I needed someone and you’re my best friend.”
Ryan’s silent for a few moments. “Fine,” he shouts into the pillow.
“Alright, no sleeping, got it?”
“Yea, I figured,” Ryan sat up to gesture across the room. “What with all the red bulls and energy shots you bought.
“It’s only two days,” Brendon reasons.
“You’ve got enough here to hype out three fourths of Japan!”
“I do not!” Brendon huffs. Ryan scoffs; he knows he’s probably right.
-!-
“I hate your Bio teacher,” Ryan grumbles falling into an armchair. He’s only left Brendon’s room twice in the last forty-two hours and that was just to piss.
“Six more hours, Ry,” Brendon mumbles. He got past whining back at Ryan about twenty hours in.
“Gimmie a red bull.”
“No.”
“Why?!” Ryan whines. Brendon is usually the whiner, not Ryan, and Brendon does not like listening to Ryan whine.
“You’re not allowed to have any. You know that.” Ryan makes obscene gestures of which you can guess. Brendon replies with a mumbled, “You wish you could.”
“Fuck, I wish I could so something beside sit here & not sleep!” Ryan shouts. Brendon doesn’t even flinch. He’s so imperturbable; except when it comes to whining. Brendon hates whining. “Brendon, Brendon, Brendon, Brenny!” Ryan’s whining just to have something to do; Brendon knows it.
“Ryan, I swear to God- Listen, I will blow you later if you will just fucking stop whining!” Brendon snaps. Ryan freezes, his ass halfway out of the chair. He had been going to snag a red bull. He doesn’t say anything, just sits back silently. Brendon’s happy with the silence and doesn’t even realize the promise he’s just made. Ryan actually sits silently in that chair for almost forty-five minutes. Brendon doesn’t notice because he’s calculating and scribbling down data for the project.
“Br- Brendon?” Ryan’s voice is so hesitant, even Brendon notices and he’s, like, the king of obliviousness.
“Yea, Ry?”
“Is it later yet?”
“What?” Brendon has already forgotten.
“You said if I quit whining, you’d-“
“Oh,” Brendon’s heart is a fucking hummingbird right now. Ryan doesn’t even know what to say now. He’s already half-hard, Brendon’s mere words had done that. Brendon breaths in and nods affirmatively.
He stood and sauntered - mother fucking sauntered - toward Ryan. Dropping to his knees in front of the old chair, he clasped a hand behind each of Ryan’s knees, sliding him forward. Brendon palmed lightly over Ryan’s tight jeans - teasing. Ryan wiggled a bit, biting back moans that ached to escape as he fully hardened and Brendon undid the pants painfully slow. Ryan was literally shaking in anticipation.
Brendon glanced up just to make sure Ryan was really okay with this. Ryan wasn’t even looking at him. His head was thrown back, eyes closed with his hands gripping the armrests as he tried not to squirm. Brendon half smiled & slid Ryan’s jeans off, learning that his friend has chosen to go commando yesterday. Lovely.
His hand found Ryan’s base and secured itself there.
“Ready?” he breathed. Ryan let out a sort of moaning whine-cry and Brendon took it as a yes.
Brendon had hardly done anything so far and Ryan was wriggling like a worm, so he set his free hand firmly on Ryan’s hip, holding him in place. Brendon took a quick breath, licked his lips, and bent over.
He swirled his tongue over the head of Ryan’s cock cautiously - it’s not like he’s an expert at this; Ryan’s the gay one. Though, Brendon doesn’t feel weird doing this, even to Ryan. It seems, kind of, normal to him, actually.
Ryan bucks his hips and Brendon unconsciously swallowed around him, and now Brendon - and Ryan - knows that he can take Ryan much deeper than he’d thought.
“God . . .” Ryan’s moans and throbbing dick in his mouth are making Brendon hard and- wait that’s not supposed to happen. Ryan’s the gay one, remember? Brendon shoves the thoughts away, though, because the incoherent noises coming from Ryan are so much more interesting. He decides he wants to try something. Pulling off Ryan, Brendon takes another quick breath. He goes down as far as he can, and then grazes his teeth gently along Ryan’s dick from base to tip. And Ryan fucking loses it. His hands are scrabbling for something easier to grip and, if it weren’t for Brendon’s hand, he’d be bucking his hips like crazy. Ryan doesn’t even know how he hasn’t come yet, but he fucking needs to soon.
“Br- Bren” Ryan moves his hands Brendon’s hair, guiding him up and down, and Brendon lets him because he came in to his pants about two minutes ago when Ryan was sputtering his name and doesn’t know what else to do to get him off. Ryan guides him for only a moment before Brendon attempts the teeth thing again. It works and seconds later Ryan is screaming Brendon’s name as he shoots load after load right at Brendon’s shirt.
Ryan’s breath is heavy & shallow; Brendon pulls off his, now messy, shirt and sits back on his heels to watch bemusedly after changing his jeans too.
“Ya know, Ry,” Brendon begins after Ryan’s caught his breath & slid his jeans back on. “You didn’t have to shoot your load all over my black shirt,” Brendon grins, crawling into Ryan’s lap.
Ryan scoffs playfully, “Sorry, I was little too busy to aim right then.” Brendon chuckles & nuzzles his face into Ryan’s neck.
Ryan sighs deeply a few minutes later and Brendon says, “Only four more hours.”
Ryan chuckles and admits, “Doing that only made me more tired.”
“Guess I’ll have to find some way to keep you up then,” Brendon mumbled, his voice dripping of innuendo.