Go On And Take It Way Too Far [4/4]
Title: Go On And Take It Way Too Far [4/4]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe; Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan gives Brendon what he deserves.
Word Count: 1,149 [this part]; 3,625 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The final promised part of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from xxkiwikayleexx. Please read the first three parts or else this will not make sense at all.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : The Mix
Brendon wouldn't look Ryan in the eye for the next few days and it was starting to tick Ryan off. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should have been Ryan, not Brendon. It wasn't Brendon who moaned like a two-cent whore while getting his ass pounded by a six-and-a-half-foot-tall Uruguayan man with a fucking baseball bat for a dick.
No, fucking Brendon just happened to be getting his rocks off watching Ryan do all of that. What right did he have to be shy?
"You're a fucking asshole, Brendon."
Brendon's eyes flicked up to look at Ryan in the mirror for only a moment before he went back to putting on his eyeliner.
Getting up from the couch and storming over to the vanity, Ryan grabbed Brendon by his shirt and spun him around, shoving his back into the counter. "You have no right whatsoever to be avoiding me, Urie. You're not the one who embarrassed himself in front of his best friend."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Brendon yelled back, meeting Ryan's furious pitch. He was leaning away from Ryan the best he could with the edge of the counter digging into his lower back, hands braced on the surface. "You're the one who's getting all defensive about everything anyway."
"You were watching us from the bathroom," Ryan complained, getting further into Brendon's space. "Not only that, you were jerking off, you sick little pervert. I have every right to be defensive."
Brendon blushed. "Well, if you two weren't so goddamn loud, I wouldn't have even known what was going on. It's like you wanted someone to listen in, you freak."
"Oh, yeah right. You just wanted to watch because you wanted to know how good I am in bed."
"Ha! As if. I just wanted to see if you were finally gonna fuck Gabe so I could get my twenty bucks back. I bet on you, you know that? But no, guess Ross is the pussy around here."
"Fuck you, you have no idea. I don't bottom for just anyone."
"Yeah, only everyone."
Ryan set his jaw, leaning in so that there was only an inch between his and Brendon's nose. "I wouldn't bottom for you if my life depended on it. I'd make you my little bitch."
Brendon wasn't backing down. "Prove it."
Before Brendon could stop him, Ryan pulled him in by his hair, crushing their lips together and biting on Brendon's bottom lip. The singer regained his senses after a moment, bringing his hands up to push Ryan away by his shoulders - hard. Ryan stumbled backwards but steadied himself quickly, grabbing Brendon's wrists and pinning him against the counter with his wrists pressed against the mirror behind him.
"Fuck off, Ross," Brendon growled, struggling against Ryan's weight.
"I thought you wanted me to make you my bitch," Ryan replied mockingly, grinning. "Admit it, Urie. You want me. You want to be my little fucktoy. You're jealous of Gabe, that's all this is."
"I don't want to be your anything, asshole. Now get the fuck off of me, goddamnit."
Ryan clicked his tongue at Brendon, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Keep struggling, Urie. You're making me hard." To better make his point, he pressed against Brendon even harder, his now half-hard cock digging into Brendon's thigh. He could feel Brendon's cock stirring slightly as well, and he couldn't help but smile. "Come on, just say it, Brendon," he breathed, letting his hot breath ghost over the singer's ear. "Say that you want me." He licked around the shell of Brendon's ear before biting down on the lobe.
It took all Brendon had to bodily throw Ryan off again, and the bulge in his pants was obvious now. "Fuck me," he finally snarled, his breathing slightly heavier than normal.
"Now was that so hard?" Ryan replied condescendingly, grabbing Brendon by his belt loops and leading him over to the couch, pushing him up against the back of it. He pulled Brendon into another brutal kiss, which felt more like he was trying to rip Brendon's mouth off than kiss him, quickly undoing Brendon's belt and fly and pushing his pants down. Ryan spun Brendon around and bent him over the back of the couch before slicking his fingers with spit and pushing one into the singer.
Brendon winced, his fingernails biting into the fabric of the couch, but he wasn't about to show Ryan any weakness. He wasn't going to make a sound, whether Ryan had one, two, or three- "Oh, fuck."
Ryan had pushed a fourth finger in and was pressing against Brendon's prostate, making the younger man buck against his hand. Ryan smirked.
"Goddamnit, Ryan, just get on with this already."
Ryan withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whimper of protest from Brendon, and fumbled with his pants, finally getting them open and pushing them down. Licking his palm, he coated his cock with spit and positioned himself, pushing in with less care than he probably should have.
Brendon bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain, his knuckles white where he gripped the back of the couch. He pressed his face into his shoulder, trying his best to relax.
"Fuck," Ryan muttered, putting a hand out to brace himself against the couch. He placed his other hand at the base of Brendon's spine, trailing it up under his shirt.
"I swear to god, Ryan, if you don't move right now, I will kick you in the balls so hard-" Brendon cut himself off with a groan as Ryan started rolling his hips, slow at first then building in speed.
Within moments, Brendon was crying out with each brutal thrust, his sweat beginning to soak his shirt. Both of them were pretty sure that if anyone walked past the door they'd be heard, but neither of them really cared.
"I knew you wanted me," Ryan growled, raking his nails down Brendon's back and making his back arch. "You're so fucking obvious, you little slut."
Brendon moaned rather loudly at that and in that same moment, Gabe waltzed right through the door, making Ryan and Brendon stop moving abruptly. Gabe acknowledged the two men frozen against the couch with a devious grin and grabbed a shirt of Spencer's off the floor. He was about to leave when he turned to look over his shoulder.
"If you like him so much, Ryan, maybe you should invite him to your room next hotel night. I bet the three of us can have all kinds of fun together." He winked and disappeared.
A silence only broken by labored breathing fell over Ryan and Brendon then, sweaty skin sticking together.
"Wanna have a threesome with Gabe?" Ryan asked lightly, still a little breathless.
"Are you gonna finish here?"
Ryan gripped Brendon's hips firmly. "I'll take that as a yes."
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe; Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Ryan gives Brendon what he deserves.
Word Count: 1,149 [this part]; 3,625 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The final promised part of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from xxkiwikayleexx. Please read the first three parts or else this will not make sense at all.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : The Mix
Brendon wouldn't look Ryan in the eye for the next few days and it was starting to tick Ryan off. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should have been Ryan, not Brendon. It wasn't Brendon who moaned like a two-cent whore while getting his ass pounded by a six-and-a-half-foot-tall Uruguayan man with a fucking baseball bat for a dick.
No, fucking Brendon just happened to be getting his rocks off watching Ryan do all of that. What right did he have to be shy?
"You're a fucking asshole, Brendon."
Brendon's eyes flicked up to look at Ryan in the mirror for only a moment before he went back to putting on his eyeliner.
Getting up from the couch and storming over to the vanity, Ryan grabbed Brendon by his shirt and spun him around, shoving his back into the counter. "You have no right whatsoever to be avoiding me, Urie. You're not the one who embarrassed himself in front of his best friend."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Brendon yelled back, meeting Ryan's furious pitch. He was leaning away from Ryan the best he could with the edge of the counter digging into his lower back, hands braced on the surface. "You're the one who's getting all defensive about everything anyway."
"You were watching us from the bathroom," Ryan complained, getting further into Brendon's space. "Not only that, you were jerking off, you sick little pervert. I have every right to be defensive."
Brendon blushed. "Well, if you two weren't so goddamn loud, I wouldn't have even known what was going on. It's like you wanted someone to listen in, you freak."
"Oh, yeah right. You just wanted to watch because you wanted to know how good I am in bed."
"Ha! As if. I just wanted to see if you were finally gonna fuck Gabe so I could get my twenty bucks back. I bet on you, you know that? But no, guess Ross is the pussy around here."
"Fuck you, you have no idea. I don't bottom for just anyone."
"Yeah, only everyone."
Ryan set his jaw, leaning in so that there was only an inch between his and Brendon's nose. "I wouldn't bottom for you if my life depended on it. I'd make you my little bitch."
Brendon wasn't backing down. "Prove it."
Before Brendon could stop him, Ryan pulled him in by his hair, crushing their lips together and biting on Brendon's bottom lip. The singer regained his senses after a moment, bringing his hands up to push Ryan away by his shoulders - hard. Ryan stumbled backwards but steadied himself quickly, grabbing Brendon's wrists and pinning him against the counter with his wrists pressed against the mirror behind him.
"Fuck off, Ross," Brendon growled, struggling against Ryan's weight.
"I thought you wanted me to make you my bitch," Ryan replied mockingly, grinning. "Admit it, Urie. You want me. You want to be my little fucktoy. You're jealous of Gabe, that's all this is."
"I don't want to be your anything, asshole. Now get the fuck off of me, goddamnit."
Ryan clicked his tongue at Brendon, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Keep struggling, Urie. You're making me hard." To better make his point, he pressed against Brendon even harder, his now half-hard cock digging into Brendon's thigh. He could feel Brendon's cock stirring slightly as well, and he couldn't help but smile. "Come on, just say it, Brendon," he breathed, letting his hot breath ghost over the singer's ear. "Say that you want me." He licked around the shell of Brendon's ear before biting down on the lobe.
It took all Brendon had to bodily throw Ryan off again, and the bulge in his pants was obvious now. "Fuck me," he finally snarled, his breathing slightly heavier than normal.
"Now was that so hard?" Ryan replied condescendingly, grabbing Brendon by his belt loops and leading him over to the couch, pushing him up against the back of it. He pulled Brendon into another brutal kiss, which felt more like he was trying to rip Brendon's mouth off than kiss him, quickly undoing Brendon's belt and fly and pushing his pants down. Ryan spun Brendon around and bent him over the back of the couch before slicking his fingers with spit and pushing one into the singer.
Brendon winced, his fingernails biting into the fabric of the couch, but he wasn't about to show Ryan any weakness. He wasn't going to make a sound, whether Ryan had one, two, or three- "Oh, fuck."
Ryan had pushed a fourth finger in and was pressing against Brendon's prostate, making the younger man buck against his hand. Ryan smirked.
"Goddamnit, Ryan, just get on with this already."
Ryan withdrew his fingers, earning a soft whimper of protest from Brendon, and fumbled with his pants, finally getting them open and pushing them down. Licking his palm, he coated his cock with spit and positioned himself, pushing in with less care than he probably should have.
Brendon bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain, his knuckles white where he gripped the back of the couch. He pressed his face into his shoulder, trying his best to relax.
"Fuck," Ryan muttered, putting a hand out to brace himself against the couch. He placed his other hand at the base of Brendon's spine, trailing it up under his shirt.
"I swear to god, Ryan, if you don't move right now, I will kick you in the balls so hard-" Brendon cut himself off with a groan as Ryan started rolling his hips, slow at first then building in speed.
Within moments, Brendon was crying out with each brutal thrust, his sweat beginning to soak his shirt. Both of them were pretty sure that if anyone walked past the door they'd be heard, but neither of them really cared.
"I knew you wanted me," Ryan growled, raking his nails down Brendon's back and making his back arch. "You're so fucking obvious, you little slut."
Brendon moaned rather loudly at that and in that same moment, Gabe waltzed right through the door, making Ryan and Brendon stop moving abruptly. Gabe acknowledged the two men frozen against the couch with a devious grin and grabbed a shirt of Spencer's off the floor. He was about to leave when he turned to look over his shoulder.
"If you like him so much, Ryan, maybe you should invite him to your room next hotel night. I bet the three of us can have all kinds of fun together." He winked and disappeared.
A silence only broken by labored breathing fell over Ryan and Brendon then, sweaty skin sticking together.
"Wanna have a threesome with Gabe?" Ryan asked lightly, still a little breathless.
"Are you gonna finish here?"
Ryan gripped Brendon's hips firmly. "I'll take that as a yes."
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.