Daydreams Spill From My Gold Head {001}
Summary: Ryan & Brendon in high school
Word Count: 1,565+
"Boys, you need to get up for school," Brendon's mom knocked on her son's door.
"Shit," Brendon hissed as he turned toward the clock to see that it was, indeed, six a.m. Brendon and Ryan were naked beneath Brendon's blue comforter and Brendon's mother would be rather surprised to walk in on that. All she knew was that Ryan and Brendon were two best friends who had a Biology project due today that had taken most of the night to complete. What she didn't know was that each boy had gotten the other off twice last night.
Brendon called to his mother to wait a minute as he fell out of the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers that were probably Ryan's. He tugged the blanket up to Ryan's neck, hiding the fact that he was naked, and went to the door, sticking only his head and some of his upper body out.
"Hey, mom," he grinned.
"Morning, Brendon," she peered around him to see a sleeping Ryan and she smiled fondly while returning her gaze to Brendon. She pushed the tray into Brendon's arms and said, "I heard you guys up late last night." Brendon's cheeks immediately turned red. "So I made you some breakfast," she smiled kindly before heading back down the hall.
Brendon shut the door back and was quick to flip the lock before setting the tray of toast, eggs, and bacon on the dresser. He tip toed back to the bed and straddled Ryan with the blanket still between them. Ryan hummed grumpily, showing Brendon he was awake.
"We have school," Brendon whispered in a sing song voice. Ryan groaned his protest and Brendon shifted so his 'morning rise' pressed against Ryan's. They moaned in sync and Brendon leant over to muffle them with their mouths. "Quickie first?" Brendon smirked, breathing the words into Ryan's mouth. He slid off the bed, Ryan didn't know where Brendon was going, but he followed him at a slightly slower pace. He forced his eyes open because Brendon wasn't immediately in front of him, touching him. Brendon was actually leaning against the wall, his boxers flung away, stroking himself slowly.
Ryan groaned with pleasure and stumbled to Brendon, kissing him lazily. Brendon wrapped his hand around Ryan's cock too and Ryan moaned into his mouth.
"Shh," Brendon reminded, spinning around so Ryan's back was against the wall, one hand firmly on Ryan's hip. Ryan moaned again and Brendon lifted his hand from their cocks to press three fingers over Ryan's mouth. Ryan opened his eyes innocently and tilted his head to take Brendon's fingers into his mouth. "Fuck," Brendon mumbled, drawing the word out as he rested his forehead on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan lifted his hips and thrust them into Brendon's, surprising him. Brendon tried to hold back his moan, but it fell from his lips as Ryan cupped him, massaging his balls gently.
Ryan dropped his head back against the wall as they stroked each other slowly. Ryan sped his hand up, trying to hint to Brendon, as he whimpered, "Brendon."
Brendon ran his thumb over Ryan's leaking slit before answering breathily, "Get me off first and I'll suck you off." Ryan groaned and his hand moved faster, wanting Brendon's lips around him now, while Brendon, in turn, slowed his hand down. Gradually he stopped and braced his hands, instead, on Ryan's chest as he attacked the boy's neck with his mouth. When Ryan felt Brendon tensing beneath his hand, he ducked his head and pulled Brendon's lips to his. They moaned into each other as Brendon came across Ryan’s stomach, Brendon gasping, "God, Ry," and dropping his head back to Ryan's shoulder. Ryan dropped his head to Brendon's shoulder too and rested his hands on Brendon's hips while the younger boy caught his breath.
Brendon's breath was still heavy as he dropped to his knees and wrapped one hand around the base of Ryan's cock and the other resting on his thigh. Ryan gasped waiting, wanting Brendon on him.
"Fuck, Bre-" Ryan couldn't finish. Brendon had taken Ryan's entire cock into his mouth, the tip pushing against the back of Brendon's throat. Ryan's hands scrambled for purchase and they found Brendon's hair, tugging it gently. Brendon ran his tongue along the bottom of Ryan's dick, right at the vein, and Ryan all but lost it, shooting his cum right down Brendon's throat. He swallowed each drop dutifully, sucking Ryan dry before pulling off of him and leaning up a bit to lick clean his own cum off Ryan's stomach - all the while happily listening to the sounds he was making Ryan make. He licked his way up to Ryan’s neck, standing slowly.
"No need to shower now," Brendon noted proudly as he stood facing Ryan.
"God, I love you," Ryan sighed, brushing the back of his hand across Brendon's cheek. Brendon smiled briefly before repeating the three words to Ryan.
"Come on, you wankers!" Brendon's sister, Kim, shouted as she banged twice on Brendon's door. "We've got school!"
Ryan jumped in surprise and Brendon laughed; he'd never understand his sisters need to use British insults rather than the simple, American one's he preferred. He pecked Ryan's lips once more before grabbing a fresh pair of jeans from his closet and pulling them on with clean boxers. Ryan - his boxers on the floor somewhere and probably sticky with cum - pulled on simply his jeans and sat on Brendon’s bed to tie up his shoes.
"I need one of your shirts," Ryan informed Brendon nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"You came all over mine last night," Ryan smirked, knowing Brendon would blush. Brendon turned away so Ryan couldn't see his reddened cheeks and tossed a red shirt at Ryan's head when he turned around. Ryan pulled it on and kissed Brendon again quickly before they bounded out the door and down the hall to the kitchen, toward the smell of eggs and toast.
"Smells good, Mom," Brendon announced as they entered the small kitchen. Like a good son, Brendon pressed a kiss to his mother's temple, mumbling, "Good morning."
Ryan stood behind the two and smirked at Brendon as his mother scolded playfully, "Didn't I bring you two some food already?"
Brendon's eyes widened guiltily, "Oh, well. . . I guess we got caught up."
Ryan winked at Brendon behind Mrs. Urie's back and took a seat at the table beside Kimmie. Brendon dashed back to his room to retrieve the tray of food while Kimmie look at Ryan carefully.
"I saw that," she hissed. Ryan just grinned, pretty sure Kimmie had figured out about him & Brendon by now. Her room was right next to Brendon's. Mrs. Urie set a plate in front of each of them and one down for Brendon; Ryan dug in quickly. Brendon getting you off three times in less than twelve hours makes you really fucking hungry.
"What two boys can get 'caught up' doing at seven in the morning, I'll never know," she was mumbling. It was Kimmie's turn to smirk, this time at Ryan.
"Finishing touches," Ryan said around his near burnt toast, looking at Kimmie proudly. "On the project," he clarified as Brendon reentered the room and sat to eat his own food. Halfway through Brendon's meal, Ryan and Kimmie finished.
"Come on, douche," Kimmie said, ruffling Brendon's hair as she grabbed her bag.
"I'll get our stuff," Ryan told Brendon as he scowled at his sister and finished his breakfast. When Ryan returned with both their backpacks, Kimmie was waiting impatiently by the back door and Brendon was filling the dishwasher.
Brendon was telling Kimmie, "You know, since we give you a ride, I think we should get to choose the time we leave."
Kimmie just rolled her eyes and Ryan grinned, leaning against the counter beside Brendon.
"Let's go," Ryan sighed, passing Brendon his bag. Brendon smiled gratefully and watched Ryan search for his keys.
"Dude," he chuckled, pointing at the kitchen table where Ryan had left them.
"Knew that," he mumbled, grabbing said keys and heading out the door with Kimmie and Brendon at his heels. He climbed into the front seat and watched Brendon and Kimmie fight out the passenger seat.
"Ryan," Kimmie whined through the cracked window. "Let me ride up front." She dug out the Urie pout, by now Ryan could resist hers; he couldn't Brendon's though.
"Brendon get's it," he said flatly. Kimmie huffed and groaned her way into the backseat while Brendon smirked and climbed onto the bench seat. Brendon rested his hand on the console between him and Ryan and, when they were on the road to school, Ryan slid his hand over to hold Brendon's. Kimmie, slumped down in the back, couldn't see them.
"I'm going to Jon's after school, so I don't need a ride home," Kimmie announced, a clear smile on her face. Ryan smirked at the mention of Kimmie's boyfriend, who had been Brendon's friend first, but Kim had stolen him and Brendon refuses to resume being friends with him.
Brendon scowls and huffs, "Fine." Ryan can only think of the possibilities of having his car to himself and Brendon for the afternoon. He gives Brendon's hand a squeeze.
"Bren, you want to come over after school?" Ryan asks softly. Kimmie scoffs and they ignore her.
"Yea, sure," Brendon says nonchalantly, his mind buzzing with excitement.
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"Boys, you need to get up for school," Brendon's mom knocked on her son's door.
"Shit," Brendon hissed as he turned toward the clock to see that it was, indeed, six a.m. Brendon and Ryan were naked beneath Brendon's blue comforter and Brendon's mother would be rather surprised to walk in on that. All she knew was that Ryan and Brendon were two best friends who had a Biology project due today that had taken most of the night to complete. What she didn't know was that each boy had gotten the other off twice last night.
Brendon called to his mother to wait a minute as he fell out of the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers that were probably Ryan's. He tugged the blanket up to Ryan's neck, hiding the fact that he was naked, and went to the door, sticking only his head and some of his upper body out.
"Hey, mom," he grinned.
"Morning, Brendon," she peered around him to see a sleeping Ryan and she smiled fondly while returning her gaze to Brendon. She pushed the tray into Brendon's arms and said, "I heard you guys up late last night." Brendon's cheeks immediately turned red. "So I made you some breakfast," she smiled kindly before heading back down the hall.
Brendon shut the door back and was quick to flip the lock before setting the tray of toast, eggs, and bacon on the dresser. He tip toed back to the bed and straddled Ryan with the blanket still between them. Ryan hummed grumpily, showing Brendon he was awake.
"We have school," Brendon whispered in a sing song voice. Ryan groaned his protest and Brendon shifted so his 'morning rise' pressed against Ryan's. They moaned in sync and Brendon leant over to muffle them with their mouths. "Quickie first?" Brendon smirked, breathing the words into Ryan's mouth. He slid off the bed, Ryan didn't know where Brendon was going, but he followed him at a slightly slower pace. He forced his eyes open because Brendon wasn't immediately in front of him, touching him. Brendon was actually leaning against the wall, his boxers flung away, stroking himself slowly.
Ryan groaned with pleasure and stumbled to Brendon, kissing him lazily. Brendon wrapped his hand around Ryan's cock too and Ryan moaned into his mouth.
"Shh," Brendon reminded, spinning around so Ryan's back was against the wall, one hand firmly on Ryan's hip. Ryan moaned again and Brendon lifted his hand from their cocks to press three fingers over Ryan's mouth. Ryan opened his eyes innocently and tilted his head to take Brendon's fingers into his mouth. "Fuck," Brendon mumbled, drawing the word out as he rested his forehead on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan lifted his hips and thrust them into Brendon's, surprising him. Brendon tried to hold back his moan, but it fell from his lips as Ryan cupped him, massaging his balls gently.
Ryan dropped his head back against the wall as they stroked each other slowly. Ryan sped his hand up, trying to hint to Brendon, as he whimpered, "Brendon."
Brendon ran his thumb over Ryan's leaking slit before answering breathily, "Get me off first and I'll suck you off." Ryan groaned and his hand moved faster, wanting Brendon's lips around him now, while Brendon, in turn, slowed his hand down. Gradually he stopped and braced his hands, instead, on Ryan's chest as he attacked the boy's neck with his mouth. When Ryan felt Brendon tensing beneath his hand, he ducked his head and pulled Brendon's lips to his. They moaned into each other as Brendon came across Ryan’s stomach, Brendon gasping, "God, Ry," and dropping his head back to Ryan's shoulder. Ryan dropped his head to Brendon's shoulder too and rested his hands on Brendon's hips while the younger boy caught his breath.
Brendon's breath was still heavy as he dropped to his knees and wrapped one hand around the base of Ryan's cock and the other resting on his thigh. Ryan gasped waiting, wanting Brendon on him.
"Fuck, Bre-" Ryan couldn't finish. Brendon had taken Ryan's entire cock into his mouth, the tip pushing against the back of Brendon's throat. Ryan's hands scrambled for purchase and they found Brendon's hair, tugging it gently. Brendon ran his tongue along the bottom of Ryan's dick, right at the vein, and Ryan all but lost it, shooting his cum right down Brendon's throat. He swallowed each drop dutifully, sucking Ryan dry before pulling off of him and leaning up a bit to lick clean his own cum off Ryan's stomach - all the while happily listening to the sounds he was making Ryan make. He licked his way up to Ryan’s neck, standing slowly.
"No need to shower now," Brendon noted proudly as he stood facing Ryan.
"God, I love you," Ryan sighed, brushing the back of his hand across Brendon's cheek. Brendon smiled briefly before repeating the three words to Ryan.
"Come on, you wankers!" Brendon's sister, Kim, shouted as she banged twice on Brendon's door. "We've got school!"
Ryan jumped in surprise and Brendon laughed; he'd never understand his sisters need to use British insults rather than the simple, American one's he preferred. He pecked Ryan's lips once more before grabbing a fresh pair of jeans from his closet and pulling them on with clean boxers. Ryan - his boxers on the floor somewhere and probably sticky with cum - pulled on simply his jeans and sat on Brendon’s bed to tie up his shoes.
"I need one of your shirts," Ryan informed Brendon nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"You came all over mine last night," Ryan smirked, knowing Brendon would blush. Brendon turned away so Ryan couldn't see his reddened cheeks and tossed a red shirt at Ryan's head when he turned around. Ryan pulled it on and kissed Brendon again quickly before they bounded out the door and down the hall to the kitchen, toward the smell of eggs and toast.
"Smells good, Mom," Brendon announced as they entered the small kitchen. Like a good son, Brendon pressed a kiss to his mother's temple, mumbling, "Good morning."
Ryan stood behind the two and smirked at Brendon as his mother scolded playfully, "Didn't I bring you two some food already?"
Brendon's eyes widened guiltily, "Oh, well. . . I guess we got caught up."
Ryan winked at Brendon behind Mrs. Urie's back and took a seat at the table beside Kimmie. Brendon dashed back to his room to retrieve the tray of food while Kimmie look at Ryan carefully.
"I saw that," she hissed. Ryan just grinned, pretty sure Kimmie had figured out about him & Brendon by now. Her room was right next to Brendon's. Mrs. Urie set a plate in front of each of them and one down for Brendon; Ryan dug in quickly. Brendon getting you off three times in less than twelve hours makes you really fucking hungry.
"What two boys can get 'caught up' doing at seven in the morning, I'll never know," she was mumbling. It was Kimmie's turn to smirk, this time at Ryan.
"Finishing touches," Ryan said around his near burnt toast, looking at Kimmie proudly. "On the project," he clarified as Brendon reentered the room and sat to eat his own food. Halfway through Brendon's meal, Ryan and Kimmie finished.
"Come on, douche," Kimmie said, ruffling Brendon's hair as she grabbed her bag.
"I'll get our stuff," Ryan told Brendon as he scowled at his sister and finished his breakfast. When Ryan returned with both their backpacks, Kimmie was waiting impatiently by the back door and Brendon was filling the dishwasher.
Brendon was telling Kimmie, "You know, since we give you a ride, I think we should get to choose the time we leave."
Kimmie just rolled her eyes and Ryan grinned, leaning against the counter beside Brendon.
"Let's go," Ryan sighed, passing Brendon his bag. Brendon smiled gratefully and watched Ryan search for his keys.
"Dude," he chuckled, pointing at the kitchen table where Ryan had left them.
"Knew that," he mumbled, grabbing said keys and heading out the door with Kimmie and Brendon at his heels. He climbed into the front seat and watched Brendon and Kimmie fight out the passenger seat.
"Ryan," Kimmie whined through the cracked window. "Let me ride up front." She dug out the Urie pout, by now Ryan could resist hers; he couldn't Brendon's though.
"Brendon get's it," he said flatly. Kimmie huffed and groaned her way into the backseat while Brendon smirked and climbed onto the bench seat. Brendon rested his hand on the console between him and Ryan and, when they were on the road to school, Ryan slid his hand over to hold Brendon's. Kimmie, slumped down in the back, couldn't see them.
"I'm going to Jon's after school, so I don't need a ride home," Kimmie announced, a clear smile on her face. Ryan smirked at the mention of Kimmie's boyfriend, who had been Brendon's friend first, but Kim had stolen him and Brendon refuses to resume being friends with him.
Brendon scowls and huffs, "Fine." Ryan can only think of the possibilities of having his car to himself and Brendon for the afternoon. He gives Brendon's hand a squeeze.
"Bren, you want to come over after school?" Ryan asks softly. Kimmie scoffs and they ignore her.
"Yea, sure," Brendon says nonchalantly, his mind buzzing with excitement.