If You See Me On A Corner [1/4] [NaNoRyRo 9]
Title: If You See Me On A Corner [1/4] [NaNoRyRo 9]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan picks up a hustler.
Word Count: 777 [this part]; 4,676 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids. Especially you, Bden, I see you lurking over there. *SpencerSmithglare*
Beta: None.
Author Notes: rydenkid's prompt: I had this idea where it was based on Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession by Cobra Starship... even if it's just off the line "My submission is your addiction"
'09 NaNoRyRo Masterlist
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
I'm still not sure what made me do it. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I was just looking for a good time. Either way, I still met him on a dark street corner in the middle of a cold December night. The poor kid was shivering in his tight little jeans and girls' t-shirt, and I guess maybe I felt a little sorry for him.
"Looking for something, pretty boy?" he asked me when I pulled up to the curb and rolled down my window, leaning against my car with one arm. His voice was low and sultry, and it made him sound older than he looked.
"How much for a fuck?" I replied without hesitation. There was no place for conservatism in this world I had gotten myself into, and certainly no place for nervousness or embarrassment.
He smirked at me, looking me up and down as best he could while I was still in the car. "Well, I usually charge a little more, but for you I think I'll take $250," he purred, and I knew he was just humoring me. I wasn't an idiot.
I nodded. "In the back," I ordered, albeit softly, gesturing with my head.
He obeyed, and I easily slipped into the back seat with him. I handed him the money then, which he stuffed in a pocket before straddling me and beginning to take off our clothes. He got our shirts off first, sucking on one of my nipples as he made quick work of my pants, tugging them off before working on his own.
"How do you want me?" he whispered, still straddling me but keeping his distance. I chalked it up to health reasons, as we were both naked by then.
My cock twitched at his words. "Knees and elbows."
He nodded, pulling a condom and a small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket, handing both to me before situating himself the way I had told him.
I figured preparation was a courtesy he rarely got, so I coated my fingers and pushed two inside of him at once, and sure enough, he let out a genuinely surprised groan. I pressed a third one inside, biting my lip as I watched him buck against my hand. The fourth finger was just for good measure, and I slid all of them back out before rolling on the condom and slicking myself up.
The moan he made when I pushed in sounded fake, but the one that followed it when I quickly found his prostate was definitely real. He only faked one more moan before he realized he actually didn't have to, the way I was going.
It felt like he wanted to say something, the way he shuddered and let out quiet strings of curses, but he stayed relatively silent. He let his head hang between his shoulders, his back muscles rippling around his shoulder blades, and I reached a hand out to feel them.
Soon he was pushing back into my thrusts with almost the same force that I was using, a line of sweat forming down the middle of his back. The sound of skin slapping skin overshadowed everything else, at least until he started moaning louder, and I knew he was getting close in the way that his rhythm no longer matched mine as closely.
"Come on," I whispered, angling harder into his prostate.
He cried out loudly as he came, muscles clenching tightly around my cock, his seed streaking my black leather seat with white. It only took me a couple more thrusts to follow him, spilling into the condom with my cock balls deep in his ass.
I slid out carefully, pulling off the condom and tying it, throwing it somewhere on the front passenger side floorboard. I turned back around just in time to catch him licking his own cum off of my back seat.
"Fuck."
He slurped up the last bit before grinning up at me. "Definitely something you know how to do."
"Don't flatter me."
He smirked, beginning to redress. I pulled my own pants back on as he adjusted his clothes, and I looked up when he opened the door.
"Kid."
He turned to face me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Stay safe," I told him, offering my hand to shake.
A genuine smile lit up his face, and I was afraid his face would split in half as he took my hand and shook it heartily. "The name's Brendon," he replied. "Come see me again, if you can."
"Ryan," I told him, letting our hands drop. "And I may just do that."
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan picks up a hustler.
Word Count: 777 [this part]; 4,676 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids. Especially you, Bden, I see you lurking over there. *SpencerSmithglare*
Beta: None.
Author Notes: rydenkid's prompt: I had this idea where it was based on Prostitution Is The World's Oldest Profession by Cobra Starship... even if it's just off the line "My submission is your addiction"
'09 NaNoRyRo Masterlist
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
I'm still not sure what made me do it. Maybe I was bored. Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I was just looking for a good time. Either way, I still met him on a dark street corner in the middle of a cold December night. The poor kid was shivering in his tight little jeans and girls' t-shirt, and I guess maybe I felt a little sorry for him.
"Looking for something, pretty boy?" he asked me when I pulled up to the curb and rolled down my window, leaning against my car with one arm. His voice was low and sultry, and it made him sound older than he looked.
"How much for a fuck?" I replied without hesitation. There was no place for conservatism in this world I had gotten myself into, and certainly no place for nervousness or embarrassment.
He smirked at me, looking me up and down as best he could while I was still in the car. "Well, I usually charge a little more, but for you I think I'll take $250," he purred, and I knew he was just humoring me. I wasn't an idiot.
I nodded. "In the back," I ordered, albeit softly, gesturing with my head.
He obeyed, and I easily slipped into the back seat with him. I handed him the money then, which he stuffed in a pocket before straddling me and beginning to take off our clothes. He got our shirts off first, sucking on one of my nipples as he made quick work of my pants, tugging them off before working on his own.
"How do you want me?" he whispered, still straddling me but keeping his distance. I chalked it up to health reasons, as we were both naked by then.
My cock twitched at his words. "Knees and elbows."
He nodded, pulling a condom and a small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket, handing both to me before situating himself the way I had told him.
I figured preparation was a courtesy he rarely got, so I coated my fingers and pushed two inside of him at once, and sure enough, he let out a genuinely surprised groan. I pressed a third one inside, biting my lip as I watched him buck against my hand. The fourth finger was just for good measure, and I slid all of them back out before rolling on the condom and slicking myself up.
The moan he made when I pushed in sounded fake, but the one that followed it when I quickly found his prostate was definitely real. He only faked one more moan before he realized he actually didn't have to, the way I was going.
It felt like he wanted to say something, the way he shuddered and let out quiet strings of curses, but he stayed relatively silent. He let his head hang between his shoulders, his back muscles rippling around his shoulder blades, and I reached a hand out to feel them.
Soon he was pushing back into my thrusts with almost the same force that I was using, a line of sweat forming down the middle of his back. The sound of skin slapping skin overshadowed everything else, at least until he started moaning louder, and I knew he was getting close in the way that his rhythm no longer matched mine as closely.
"Come on," I whispered, angling harder into his prostate.
He cried out loudly as he came, muscles clenching tightly around my cock, his seed streaking my black leather seat with white. It only took me a couple more thrusts to follow him, spilling into the condom with my cock balls deep in his ass.
I slid out carefully, pulling off the condom and tying it, throwing it somewhere on the front passenger side floorboard. I turned back around just in time to catch him licking his own cum off of my back seat.
"Fuck."
He slurped up the last bit before grinning up at me. "Definitely something you know how to do."
"Don't flatter me."
He smirked, beginning to redress. I pulled my own pants back on as he adjusted his clothes, and I looked up when he opened the door.
"Kid."
He turned to face me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Stay safe," I told him, offering my hand to shake.
A genuine smile lit up his face, and I was afraid his face would split in half as he took my hand and shook it heartily. "The name's Brendon," he replied. "Come see me again, if you can."
"Ryan," I told him, letting our hands drop. "And I may just do that."