The Machine [1/2]
Title: The Machine [1/2]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rywalk
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan has a strange fetish that no one knows about.
Word Count: 2,007 [this part]; 3,663 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: Inspired by my undying love for my sexual fantasies of my innocent affection for my own car. ILY, BB. This might end up with a sequel to it, but I'm still not sure/haven't thought of any specifics. GIVE ME SOME IDEAS, BBS.
Part Two
It was a secret I had never told anyone, not even Spencer. How do you explain to someone, even your best friend of almost fourteen years, that you'd rather have a car than a girl? That you'd rather have hot metal and plastic and soft upholstery than breasts and hips and smooth skin? That the vibration of a V-8 engine could make you come harder than any girl ever could?
Exactly.
So I had a thing for cars. And not the kind of thing where you actually give a shit about what kind of engine it has, how much horsepower it has, or RPMs and other technical mumbo-jumbo. I wasn't the kind of guy to tinker around under the hood, and if it ever needed service, it went straight to the shop.
No, when I say I had a thing for cars, I mean I had a thing for cars. A sort of fetish, you could say.
How could anyone not love the way a car purred when you started it up, the soft vibration of the engine getting under your skin? I lived for the gentle rumble under my fingertips, the subtle little growl when I accelerated too fast, the way it responded to my every touch.
In a way, a car was a little like a lover. At least mine was to me.
"Ryan bought a Mercedes," Spencer was saying, sitting in between Brendon and the interviewer on the couch.
"Ryan... Ryan likes to go, you know, top notch."
"He's stepped it up a few notches."
God, if they only knew.
***
"Jesus, Ryan, I love your car."
I just grinned to myself, pressing the brake a little harder than necessary.
"Didn't you say it was a V-8?"
I nodded. It had been almost three years now, but I remembered I got the V-8 because it had a better feel to it, a more feline kind of purr. Like I really cared about the actual power and speed.
Jon sat back in his seat then. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him watching me, watching my hands as they gripped the steering wheel. My arms were vibrating with the car as we sat idled at a stoplight, and Jon's eyes on them made everything ten times as pleasurable. After a few seconds I realized I was getting hard, and hoped to god that Jon didn't notice as the light turned green and I hit the gas.
This was why I always let someone else drive when I was with someone, but this was my car. And Jon was staying at my place, sans his own car.
"It has a nice purr to it, you know? V-6's vibrate a lot harder than V-8's, and V-8's just sound better," Jon stated calmly, casually. I had the sudden fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe he knew, or understood or something. I quickly pushed it out of my head.
"Ryan, you okay?"
I tensed. I was so painfully hard, my dick pushing against my jeans awkwardly. My first instinct was to adjust myself, but I fought it; Jon couldn't know.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice cracking slightly on the single syllable. Shit shit shit.
He gave me a questioning look, but didn't push any further. We were silent the rest of the way back to my place.
I locked myself in the bathroom when we got inside, hastily shoving my jeans down. I barely got in three strokes before I was coming hard, falling back against the door.
There was going to be a day I wouldn't be able to keep this a secret anymore. I knew it.
***
No one knew anything about my sex life. They could guess, and some actually came pretty close, but no one really knew. No one knew that I would tiptoe down the hallway in the middle of the night, checking to make sure Jon was asleep before sneaking out to my car. No one knew that I would turn the key in the ignition and drop the seat back, reveling in the soft vibrations against my body. No one knew I could get hard from just sitting in a running car, that I would tug down my sleep pants and jerk off in the driver's seat. No one knew how careful I was not to come on anything.
No one knew, until the night Jon actually wasn't asleep when I had checked.
He tapped on the window just as I was about to get down to business and I nearly hit my head on the roof as I sat up.
"I thought you were gonna go somewhere, but...," Jon began, opening the door. "...Were you jerking off in here?"
I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't escape. My face was most likely giving me away without my permission and it felt unreasonably hot.
Jon smiled sympathetically. "You don't have to leave the apartment to jerk off, dude."
"Actually, I kind of do," I muttered, avoiding Jon's eyes.
After a moment, Jon had my face in his hands, a sort of awed look in his eyes. "It's... it's the car, isn't it?"
I closed my eyes, nodding slowly, hoping against hope that he wouldn't laugh at me for this.
He didn't. "Ry... can I...?"
I opened my eyes again to find him a lot closer than before, the question obvious in his eyes. We both leaned in at the same time, our lips meeting in the middle. I only remembered that I was still hard when Jon cupped me through my pants.
I gasped against his mouth, grabbing his wrist. "No, wait. Backseat."
Jon just nodded, pulling me out of the car and opening the backdoor before shoving me down onto the back seat, shutting both doors and climbing on top of me. He pressed another kiss to my lips, more insistent this time, the car humming softly against my back. Pulling away for a second, he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of the front seat before going back down to my neck. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh.
"Ryan... I want to...," he trailed, kissing down my neck to my collarbone, passing over that sensitive spot just under the v of it.
I made him look up at me. "Say it."
"I want to fuck you, just like this," he whispered, nuzzling my ribs. He came back up, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. "I want to fuck you in the backseat of your car. While it's running."
I shuddered, closing my eyes and gripping the back of Jon's head. "God, just... fuck, yes. Fuck yes."
He pressed an open mouthed kiss to my jaw before pushing my pants down where I could kick them off and then fumbling with his own. When we were both naked, pressed tightly together and kissing hard, the car suddenly shuddered, rumbling loudly.
"I think your car's jealous, Ross."
"Mmm, my car can fuck off, it's been too long. At least it gets to watch."
Jon chuckled a little as he slicked his fingers with spit before moving them down to press against my hole. He circled around the tight ring of muscle before pushing one finger in, forcing a soft moan from my throat.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, more, come on."
He slipped a second finger in, the familiar burn shooting up my spine as the car's trembling massaged it away. I whimpered a little when he added a third; I occasionally did this to myself, but it always still hurt a little each time.
"Jon, please."
I threw one leg over the back of the seat, resting the other against the driver's seat headrest as Jon removed his fingers. He coated his dick with saliva before positioning himself, muttering a quick, "Sorry," against my chest as he pressed in, knowing it would hurt me with such little lubrication.
But I didn't care, just tugged him up to my face by his hair, biting at his lower lip as he stretched me open with his cock. When he bottomed out, I reached down to grab his ass, keeping him there for a second.
"I never thought sex in a car would be so hot," Jon muttered, nibbling on my ear.
I laughed a little breathlessly. "I kind of had a feeling."
He picked himself up a little to look at me with those soft brown eyes, his hair falling in his face. "It's nice," he added with a small grin.
I nodded, relaxing my arms so that he could move. "Okay."
He pulled back slowly and rolled his hips back in, creating a steady rhythm, a beautiful sort of counterpoint to the low growl of the car's engine. I closed my eyes, relishing the sweet drag of Jon's cock inside of me, his strong hands on my waist. The car shuddered at the exact same time that Jon thrusted in and I couldn't help the broken moan it caused.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jon breathed, going a little harder but not any faster.
"You have no idea," I added, pressing my lips to his messily, throwing a hand up to brace myself against the door as I pushed back against Jon's thrusts. My whole body was buzzing from the car, from Jon, from pure pleasure, and I hadn't gotten close to coming this fast since I was a kid.
"Jon... Jon, fuck..."
Mere seconds before I would have come, Jon wrapped his hand tight around the base of my dick, squeezing hard enough to stop it. I cried out, digging my nails into his hip, and it felt like the ground beneath the car was shaking as much as the car itself was.
"Just a little longer, okay, Ry?"
I could only nod, unable to vocalize anything other than broken moans and choked sobs, muttering a string of curses and whimpered "Jon"'s. I don't think I was even breathing anymore, my whole body perpetually tense.
"Do you want to come, Ryan?" Jon asked quietly, his voice low from pleasure.
"Yes... yes, please... god, please."
"Only if you promise me something."
I grunted in frustration, bucking hard against his hand in vain. "Anything... anything, just please, Jon, fuck."
"Promise me we can do this again."
I bit my lip at that, my eyes rolling back under my closed eyelids. "Yes, yes, Jon... please just-"
He cut me off with a harsh kiss, releasing his hand on my cock as he began pounding into me, hard and fast. I came almost immediately, my back arching off the seat as a rather embarrassing whine ripped it's way out from my lungs. Jon came shortly after, moaning beautifully against my neck.
He was shaking with the effort of keeping his weight off of me, so I pulled him down against me, letting him know it was okay to collapse. He finally did, the dead weight more comfortable than suffocating, and I felt warm and safe in his arms. We laid there for a while before finally deciding we couldn't stay out there all night. Jon pulled out carefully and leaned over to turn the key in the ignition, the car suddenly shuddering to a stop.
"Fuck," I mumbled, throwing a limp arm over my eyes, feeling Jon cleaning off my stomach with his shirt. "Did I get anything on the seat?"
"Nah, just a little sweat, that's all." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I rolled my arm up to my forehead, looking down my body at Jon sitting at my feet, trying to tug his pajama pants back on before helping me with mine, as I barely had any strength to move. When we were decent again, he offered his hand to help me up.
"C'mon, you wuss. I'll give you a piggy back ride back inside."
I couldn't stop the grin. "I think I might just love you more than my car, Jon Walker."
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rywalk
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Ryan has a strange fetish that no one knows about.
Word Count: 2,007 [this part]; 3,663 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: Inspired by my undying love for my sexual fantasies of my innocent affection for my own car. ILY, BB. This might end up with a sequel to it, but I'm still not sure/haven't thought of any specifics. GIVE ME SOME IDEAS, BBS.
Part Two
It was a secret I had never told anyone, not even Spencer. How do you explain to someone, even your best friend of almost fourteen years, that you'd rather have a car than a girl? That you'd rather have hot metal and plastic and soft upholstery than breasts and hips and smooth skin? That the vibration of a V-8 engine could make you come harder than any girl ever could?
Exactly.
So I had a thing for cars. And not the kind of thing where you actually give a shit about what kind of engine it has, how much horsepower it has, or RPMs and other technical mumbo-jumbo. I wasn't the kind of guy to tinker around under the hood, and if it ever needed service, it went straight to the shop.
No, when I say I had a thing for cars, I mean I had a thing for cars. A sort of fetish, you could say.
How could anyone not love the way a car purred when you started it up, the soft vibration of the engine getting under your skin? I lived for the gentle rumble under my fingertips, the subtle little growl when I accelerated too fast, the way it responded to my every touch.
In a way, a car was a little like a lover. At least mine was to me.
"Ryan bought a Mercedes," Spencer was saying, sitting in between Brendon and the interviewer on the couch.
"Ryan... Ryan likes to go, you know, top notch."
"He's stepped it up a few notches."
God, if they only knew.
***
"Jesus, Ryan, I love your car."
I just grinned to myself, pressing the brake a little harder than necessary.
"Didn't you say it was a V-8?"
I nodded. It had been almost three years now, but I remembered I got the V-8 because it had a better feel to it, a more feline kind of purr. Like I really cared about the actual power and speed.
Jon sat back in his seat then. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him watching me, watching my hands as they gripped the steering wheel. My arms were vibrating with the car as we sat idled at a stoplight, and Jon's eyes on them made everything ten times as pleasurable. After a few seconds I realized I was getting hard, and hoped to god that Jon didn't notice as the light turned green and I hit the gas.
This was why I always let someone else drive when I was with someone, but this was my car. And Jon was staying at my place, sans his own car.
"It has a nice purr to it, you know? V-6's vibrate a lot harder than V-8's, and V-8's just sound better," Jon stated calmly, casually. I had the sudden fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe he knew, or understood or something. I quickly pushed it out of my head.
"Ryan, you okay?"
I tensed. I was so painfully hard, my dick pushing against my jeans awkwardly. My first instinct was to adjust myself, but I fought it; Jon couldn't know.
"Yeah," I replied, my voice cracking slightly on the single syllable. Shit shit shit.
He gave me a questioning look, but didn't push any further. We were silent the rest of the way back to my place.
I locked myself in the bathroom when we got inside, hastily shoving my jeans down. I barely got in three strokes before I was coming hard, falling back against the door.
There was going to be a day I wouldn't be able to keep this a secret anymore. I knew it.
***
No one knew anything about my sex life. They could guess, and some actually came pretty close, but no one really knew. No one knew that I would tiptoe down the hallway in the middle of the night, checking to make sure Jon was asleep before sneaking out to my car. No one knew that I would turn the key in the ignition and drop the seat back, reveling in the soft vibrations against my body. No one knew I could get hard from just sitting in a running car, that I would tug down my sleep pants and jerk off in the driver's seat. No one knew how careful I was not to come on anything.
No one knew, until the night Jon actually wasn't asleep when I had checked.
He tapped on the window just as I was about to get down to business and I nearly hit my head on the roof as I sat up.
"I thought you were gonna go somewhere, but...," Jon began, opening the door. "...Were you jerking off in here?"
I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't escape. My face was most likely giving me away without my permission and it felt unreasonably hot.
Jon smiled sympathetically. "You don't have to leave the apartment to jerk off, dude."
"Actually, I kind of do," I muttered, avoiding Jon's eyes.
After a moment, Jon had my face in his hands, a sort of awed look in his eyes. "It's... it's the car, isn't it?"
I closed my eyes, nodding slowly, hoping against hope that he wouldn't laugh at me for this.
He didn't. "Ry... can I...?"
I opened my eyes again to find him a lot closer than before, the question obvious in his eyes. We both leaned in at the same time, our lips meeting in the middle. I only remembered that I was still hard when Jon cupped me through my pants.
I gasped against his mouth, grabbing his wrist. "No, wait. Backseat."
Jon just nodded, pulling me out of the car and opening the backdoor before shoving me down onto the back seat, shutting both doors and climbing on top of me. He pressed another kiss to my lips, more insistent this time, the car humming softly against my back. Pulling away for a second, he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of the front seat before going back down to my neck. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh.
"Ryan... I want to...," he trailed, kissing down my neck to my collarbone, passing over that sensitive spot just under the v of it.
I made him look up at me. "Say it."
"I want to fuck you, just like this," he whispered, nuzzling my ribs. He came back up, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. "I want to fuck you in the backseat of your car. While it's running."
I shuddered, closing my eyes and gripping the back of Jon's head. "God, just... fuck, yes. Fuck yes."
He pressed an open mouthed kiss to my jaw before pushing my pants down where I could kick them off and then fumbling with his own. When we were both naked, pressed tightly together and kissing hard, the car suddenly shuddered, rumbling loudly.
"I think your car's jealous, Ross."
"Mmm, my car can fuck off, it's been too long. At least it gets to watch."
Jon chuckled a little as he slicked his fingers with spit before moving them down to press against my hole. He circled around the tight ring of muscle before pushing one finger in, forcing a soft moan from my throat.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, more, come on."
He slipped a second finger in, the familiar burn shooting up my spine as the car's trembling massaged it away. I whimpered a little when he added a third; I occasionally did this to myself, but it always still hurt a little each time.
"Jon, please."
I threw one leg over the back of the seat, resting the other against the driver's seat headrest as Jon removed his fingers. He coated his dick with saliva before positioning himself, muttering a quick, "Sorry," against my chest as he pressed in, knowing it would hurt me with such little lubrication.
But I didn't care, just tugged him up to my face by his hair, biting at his lower lip as he stretched me open with his cock. When he bottomed out, I reached down to grab his ass, keeping him there for a second.
"I never thought sex in a car would be so hot," Jon muttered, nibbling on my ear.
I laughed a little breathlessly. "I kind of had a feeling."
He picked himself up a little to look at me with those soft brown eyes, his hair falling in his face. "It's nice," he added with a small grin.
I nodded, relaxing my arms so that he could move. "Okay."
He pulled back slowly and rolled his hips back in, creating a steady rhythm, a beautiful sort of counterpoint to the low growl of the car's engine. I closed my eyes, relishing the sweet drag of Jon's cock inside of me, his strong hands on my waist. The car shuddered at the exact same time that Jon thrusted in and I couldn't help the broken moan it caused.
"Fuck, that's hot," Jon breathed, going a little harder but not any faster.
"You have no idea," I added, pressing my lips to his messily, throwing a hand up to brace myself against the door as I pushed back against Jon's thrusts. My whole body was buzzing from the car, from Jon, from pure pleasure, and I hadn't gotten close to coming this fast since I was a kid.
"Jon... Jon, fuck..."
Mere seconds before I would have come, Jon wrapped his hand tight around the base of my dick, squeezing hard enough to stop it. I cried out, digging my nails into his hip, and it felt like the ground beneath the car was shaking as much as the car itself was.
"Just a little longer, okay, Ry?"
I could only nod, unable to vocalize anything other than broken moans and choked sobs, muttering a string of curses and whimpered "Jon"'s. I don't think I was even breathing anymore, my whole body perpetually tense.
"Do you want to come, Ryan?" Jon asked quietly, his voice low from pleasure.
"Yes... yes, please... god, please."
"Only if you promise me something."
I grunted in frustration, bucking hard against his hand in vain. "Anything... anything, just please, Jon, fuck."
"Promise me we can do this again."
I bit my lip at that, my eyes rolling back under my closed eyelids. "Yes, yes, Jon... please just-"
He cut me off with a harsh kiss, releasing his hand on my cock as he began pounding into me, hard and fast. I came almost immediately, my back arching off the seat as a rather embarrassing whine ripped it's way out from my lungs. Jon came shortly after, moaning beautifully against my neck.
He was shaking with the effort of keeping his weight off of me, so I pulled him down against me, letting him know it was okay to collapse. He finally did, the dead weight more comfortable than suffocating, and I felt warm and safe in his arms. We laid there for a while before finally deciding we couldn't stay out there all night. Jon pulled out carefully and leaned over to turn the key in the ignition, the car suddenly shuddering to a stop.
"Fuck," I mumbled, throwing a limp arm over my eyes, feeling Jon cleaning off my stomach with his shirt. "Did I get anything on the seat?"
"Nah, just a little sweat, that's all." I could hear the smile in his voice.
I rolled my arm up to my forehead, looking down my body at Jon sitting at my feet, trying to tug his pajama pants back on before helping me with mine, as I barely had any strength to move. When we were decent again, he offered his hand to help me up.
"C'mon, you wuss. I'll give you a piggy back ride back inside."
I couldn't stop the grin. "I think I might just love you more than my car, Jon Walker."