Go On And Take It Way Too Far [1/4] [NaNoRyRo 11]
Title: Go On And Take It Way Too Far [1/4] [NaNoRyRo 11]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan ends up in a bathroom with a drunken Gabe.
Word Count: 764 [this part]; 3,625 [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: xxkiwikayleexx's prompt: Ryan and Gabe Saporta, with a Pete Wentz thrown in somewhere. Lol, first thing that came to my mind. I'm thinking fbr thanksgiving and Gabe and Ry go to bathroom at same time and... ya kno. Ryan discovers why Gabe keeps ripping his pants in the crotch region.
'09 NaNoRyRo Masterlist
Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : The Mix
The room was buzzing with chatter and laughter, and Ryan was seated comfortably between Pete and Brendon. Both men were on their third beer of the night, Ryan still nursing his second Mojito.
"But I mean really," Brendon was saying, leaning forward slightly to look directly at Pete. "When you think about it metaphorically, it makes sense."
"But that's the problem - it's not supposed to be a metaphor," Pete countered, pointing at Brendon with the neck of his beer bottle.
"Do you want it to make sense? That is the question," Ryan added in, stirring his drink with his straw.
Pete paused at that to think for a moment and somehow Gabe ended up sprawled across all three of their laps, giggling drunkenly, his head in Pete's lap.
"Hey, babe. How you doin'?" he slurred, petting Pete's face.
"Gabe," Pete warned, giving the taller man a pointed look but ruining it with a smile.
"Fuck, Saporta, your ass is going through my thigh," Ryan complained, shoving at Gabe's thigh.
In an extremely athletic move for a drunk guy, Gabe stood and stuck his tongue out. "You're such a girl, Ross."
Ryan glared at him ineffectively as he walked off, relaxing again when Brendon ruffled his hair.
"I don't think you've drank nearly enough tonight," Brendon hinted, poking at Ryan's half full glass.
Ryan barked a laugh, handing him the glass and standing up. "I've had plenty. In fact, I've had so much I've got to go take a piss," he informed the singer, and by the way he was being a little more blunt than usual, Pete and Brendon could tell he was at least a little drunk. "And you fucking drink that, I swear I'll kill you, Brendon," he warned before taking off for the bathroom.
Ryan had just gotten his jeans unzipped when Gabe stumbled into the bathroom as well, the taller picking the urinal right next to Ryan's. And, okay, that was definitely awkward, especially considering Gabe's height and state of sobriety - or lack thereof. Keeping his cool, Ryan simply continued to stare at the wall in front of him.
"Shit, Ross, they weren't kidding when they said you had a monstercock."
Ryan felt his brain freeze up. Good god, Gabe Saporta was fucking checking him out at the fucking urinal. Seriously?
"Uhh, yeah."
He wasn't going to look, he told himself as he heard Gabe undo his own zipper. He wasn't, because he wasn't nearly drunk enough to be that much of a creeper. He wasn't going to look because he didn't care in the least what Gabe was packing.
Okay, so maybe he was just a little curious. Just out of the corner of his eye, he stole a quick glance down and-
Oh, fuck. No wonder it was called Cobra Starship. Gabe had a fucking anaconda in his pants, and now Ryan knew how Gabe kept ripping his pants in the crotch area all the time.
"Like what you see?" Gabe purred, leaning closer.
Swallowing, Ryan shook off and stepped away from Gabe, tucking himself back in and zipping up. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied calmly, going to wash his hands.
"Are you sure?"
"I am very sure."
Gabe came up next to Ryan and washed his hands as well, watching the younger with a drunken kind of gleam in his eyes. "You really sure you don't want to see more?"
Ryan turned to face him, not really sure what he was going to say. However, he didn't have to say anything, as Gabe's mouth was suddenly on his, tongue darting into his mouth when he gasped in surprise. When the elder pulled away, Ryan was already half hard.
"I think you'd enjoy it," Gabe whispered, lust in his voice and a predatory look in his eyes.
Ryan didn't wait any longer. Grabbing Gabe by the collar of his shirt, he dragged him into a stall and locked it behind them.
***
Pete and Brendon were still sprawled across the couch some time later, Ryan's Mojito long gone, and they were just opening their fifth round of beer. Or maybe the sixth. They really couldn't remember.
"You know, Ryan's been in the bathroom a while."
Pete looked around the room, noting that yes, Ryan was still in the bathroom and that Gabe was also missing. "I haven't seen Gabe in a while either."
The two looked at each other before slowly breaking into similar mischievous smirks.
"Twenty bucks says Ryan's topping."
Pete laughed at that, grabbing Brendon's hand and shaking it. "You're on, little man."
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan ends up in a bathroom with a drunken Gabe.
Word Count: 764 [this part]; 3,625 [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: xxkiwikayleexx's prompt: Ryan and Gabe Saporta, with a Pete Wentz thrown in somewhere. Lol, first thing that came to my mind. I'm thinking fbr thanksgiving and Gabe and Ry go to bathroom at same time and... ya kno. Ryan discovers why Gabe keeps ripping his pants in the crotch region.
'09 NaNoRyRo Masterlist
Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 4 : The Mix
The room was buzzing with chatter and laughter, and Ryan was seated comfortably between Pete and Brendon. Both men were on their third beer of the night, Ryan still nursing his second Mojito.
"But I mean really," Brendon was saying, leaning forward slightly to look directly at Pete. "When you think about it metaphorically, it makes sense."
"But that's the problem - it's not supposed to be a metaphor," Pete countered, pointing at Brendon with the neck of his beer bottle.
"Do you want it to make sense? That is the question," Ryan added in, stirring his drink with his straw.
Pete paused at that to think for a moment and somehow Gabe ended up sprawled across all three of their laps, giggling drunkenly, his head in Pete's lap.
"Hey, babe. How you doin'?" he slurred, petting Pete's face.
"Gabe," Pete warned, giving the taller man a pointed look but ruining it with a smile.
"Fuck, Saporta, your ass is going through my thigh," Ryan complained, shoving at Gabe's thigh.
In an extremely athletic move for a drunk guy, Gabe stood and stuck his tongue out. "You're such a girl, Ross."
Ryan glared at him ineffectively as he walked off, relaxing again when Brendon ruffled his hair.
"I don't think you've drank nearly enough tonight," Brendon hinted, poking at Ryan's half full glass.
Ryan barked a laugh, handing him the glass and standing up. "I've had plenty. In fact, I've had so much I've got to go take a piss," he informed the singer, and by the way he was being a little more blunt than usual, Pete and Brendon could tell he was at least a little drunk. "And you fucking drink that, I swear I'll kill you, Brendon," he warned before taking off for the bathroom.
Ryan had just gotten his jeans unzipped when Gabe stumbled into the bathroom as well, the taller picking the urinal right next to Ryan's. And, okay, that was definitely awkward, especially considering Gabe's height and state of sobriety - or lack thereof. Keeping his cool, Ryan simply continued to stare at the wall in front of him.
"Shit, Ross, they weren't kidding when they said you had a monstercock."
Ryan felt his brain freeze up. Good god, Gabe Saporta was fucking checking him out at the fucking urinal. Seriously?
"Uhh, yeah."
He wasn't going to look, he told himself as he heard Gabe undo his own zipper. He wasn't, because he wasn't nearly drunk enough to be that much of a creeper. He wasn't going to look because he didn't care in the least what Gabe was packing.
Okay, so maybe he was just a little curious. Just out of the corner of his eye, he stole a quick glance down and-
Oh, fuck. No wonder it was called Cobra Starship. Gabe had a fucking anaconda in his pants, and now Ryan knew how Gabe kept ripping his pants in the crotch area all the time.
"Like what you see?" Gabe purred, leaning closer.
Swallowing, Ryan shook off and stepped away from Gabe, tucking himself back in and zipping up. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied calmly, going to wash his hands.
"Are you sure?"
"I am very sure."
Gabe came up next to Ryan and washed his hands as well, watching the younger with a drunken kind of gleam in his eyes. "You really sure you don't want to see more?"
Ryan turned to face him, not really sure what he was going to say. However, he didn't have to say anything, as Gabe's mouth was suddenly on his, tongue darting into his mouth when he gasped in surprise. When the elder pulled away, Ryan was already half hard.
"I think you'd enjoy it," Gabe whispered, lust in his voice and a predatory look in his eyes.
Ryan didn't wait any longer. Grabbing Gabe by the collar of his shirt, he dragged him into a stall and locked it behind them.
***
Pete and Brendon were still sprawled across the couch some time later, Ryan's Mojito long gone, and they were just opening their fifth round of beer. Or maybe the sixth. They really couldn't remember.
"You know, Ryan's been in the bathroom a while."
Pete looked around the room, noting that yes, Ryan was still in the bathroom and that Gabe was also missing. "I haven't seen Gabe in a while either."
The two looked at each other before slowly breaking into similar mischievous smirks.
"Twenty bucks says Ryan's topping."
Pete laughed at that, grabbing Brendon's hand and shaking it. "You're on, little man."