(I Don't Care If) I'm a Guilty Pleasure For You) - Part 1 of 2
Title: (I Don't Care If) I'm a Guilty Pleasure For You - part 1 of 2
Author: minus_four
Pairing: Gayro (Gabe Saporta/Ryan Ross)
POV: 3rd
Rating: NC-17 (only for Gabe's, ahem, talking at the moment)
Summary: Gabe didn’t wait for Ryan to reply before he continued to speak, his voice low in the younger male’s ear, the warmth of his breath against sensitive skin forcing Ryan to suppress a shiver that suddenly attempted to run down the length of his spine.
Disclaimer: None of this is real (pfft - as far as we know)
Author's notes: Gabe's got a pretty dirty mouth, and the things he says? They often involve a certain Bill Beckett jsyk.
Dedication: For stayxwithxme394 because she prompted me with this and it's her birthday today! \o/
It was one of those TV things, like an interview/video/performance... type thing. Okay, so Ryan wasn’t really sure. They did do a lot of them though, and Ryan had learnt that he only really had to pay attention when someone was actually speaking to him, and even then it wasn’t guaranteed that anyone would actually listen to what he had to say. As Brendon always said, TV was about everyone getting to see their pretty, pretty faces.
Ryan had also learnt that he hated doing TV, with a passion. He always got so bored in between filming segments, and he was always next to Brendon who couldn’t keep still to save his life normally, let alone when he was bored and filled the time by eating massive amounts of skittles or m&ms or some other candy that had far too much coloring to be a good idea for him or those who were sat around him. Ryan didn’t even know where he got the stuff from because another bag always seemed to appear from somewhere despite the fact that Brendon’s pants were far too tight to fit anything in the pocket... Not that Ryan looked. Ever. No.
At least this TV programme was doing something of an FBR package deal which meant that sat around him in this little ‘audience’ section were not only the other Panic members but also members of the other bands in their family; The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes and Cobra Starship. Seeing as William was sitting down in front with the host getting interviewed about Fast Times the rest of them were free for the time being - though confined to their seats of course, Ryan thought with a sigh, so really they were ‘free’ to do absolutely nothing.
Desperate to prevent himself from getting bored out of his mind, Ryan decided to watch William getting interviewed even though he was a little way back and couldn’t really hear properly. He figured it was better than nothing. Plus, it wasn’t as though William was horrible to look at - and why was Ryan’s mind so fixated on... less than platonic things just then? Chalking it up to boredom Ryan sat back a little and watched William smile as he talked, effortlessly charming the hell out of the woman interviewing him.
“Enjoying the view?” a voice in Ryan’s ear made him jump slightly, turning to see the grinning face of Gabe Saporta leaning down from the seat directly behind his.
“Killing time watching the interview,” he shrugged, turning and settling back in his seat.
“Watching William, you mean,” Gabe said knowingly, breathing out a laugh as Ryan turned in his seat again, unable to resist giving the older man his very best eye roll.
“Just because you can’t take your eyes off him for five seconds, it doesn’t mean we’re all obsessed,” Ryan smirked, dismissing Gabe with a shake of his head as he turned away once more. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to look at William, it was just that Ryan didn’t have anything else to do. That was all. Fucking Gabe projecting his own obsession onto everyone else, Ryan thought as his gaze moved back to rest on William again.
“It’s okay you know,” Gabe didn’t take the hint and just kept talking to Ryan. Apparently the Cobra singer was bored too. “That boy is damn fine to look at, so I really can’t blame you, Ry,” Gabe paused before lowering his voice just slightly, leaning just a little bit closer to Ryan’s ear. “But you’re wrong on one account. I don’t have to look at Bill all the time because I’ve got enough delicious mental images of that kid to last a lifetime,” Gabe informed him, smiling smugly as Ryan’s head jerked around to meet Gabe’s eyes, his own widened slightly in surprise - not about what the older man was not-so-subtly hinting at; neither he nor William were particularly stealthy when it came to their frequent not-so-secret sexual encounters, but just that Gabe was talking about that to him, with everyone else around and cameras for fuck’s sake.
“Gabe -” Ryan started to speak, his own voice shocked away into something barely above a whisper.
“Shh,” Gabe hushed him, nodding his head down towards where William was sat in front of them. “Bilvy likes an audience, you know. Did you know that?” Gabe didn’t wait for Ryan to reply before he continued to speak, his voice low in the younger male’s ear, the warmth of his breath against sensitive skin forcing Ryan to suppress a shiver that suddenly attempted to run down the length of his spine. “Not just when he’s singing either,” Gabe laughed softly in Ryan’s ear and he abandoned himself to the next shiver that prickled its way down Ryan’s back under his shirt. Gabe noticed the boy shift slightly in his seat and just smiled to himself as he considered how this was maybe going to be easier than he’d first thought. “He likes me to watch, likes to tease me by making me watch as he lies back on the bed, legs spread wide, and opens himself up; gets himself ready to be fucked.”
Gabe’s voice was even lower now, but Ryan’s gaze still shifted from side to side to those sat around them, certain that surely someone had to be able to hear Gabe too (or maybe just looking for reassurance that he wasn’t actually somehow hallucinating Gabe’s words.
“Look at him,” as Gabe spoke again Ryan felt him reach around and grip his chin gently, turning Ryan’s focus back to the boy in question. “Can you imagine him on his back, working two slicked fingers up inside himself, his other hand stroking his cock? The noises he makes, you have no fucking idea,” Gabe hummed quietly at the thought, just loud enough for the sound to reach Ryan’s ears and no one else’s as the younger male’s breathing began to quicken slightly.
Ryan was going to get up. He had to go, he had to move, he had to be not hearing this because - screw being in the background and what he was ‘supposed to do’ - he didn’t know how much longer he could take this have to sit here and listen to Gabe say those things about -
“I bet you have a mouth on you too,” Gabe’s fingers closed on the collar of Ryan’s button down as he saw the boy go to move and he turned to look at Gabe again, the older man’s eyes deliberately flicking downwards to focus on Ryan’s lips before Gabe met his eyes once more, his gaze intense. “I wonder if you scream,” Gabe smirked a little as he talked as if he were discussing the weather, fully aware of the power his words had over Ryan. “I could make you scream,” Gabe said as if he’d just decided the fact. “Make you scream like I make William just... scream,” Gabe whispered, his eyes darting down to where William was still sat. “Fuck you so hard you come just from having my cock pounding into you again and again and fuck you right through it, fuck you until you’re begging but you can’t remember why,” Gabe grinned as Ryan gasped before swallowing hard, stifling a whimper as he looked around them again.
On every side the people around them were having similarly hushed conversations, not even looking at Gabe at Ryan, let alone listening to what they were saying. Ryan couldn’t believe it. Gabe’s words seemed to be so strong in his consciousness now, the whispers somehow throbbing so loud in his ears, that he couldn’t see how they could possibly be so oblivious to this, this... whatever Gabe was doing to him. Because he was doing something to Ryan. He was actually doing a lot, including making his pants embarrassingly tighter by the second.
“Gabe...” Ryan almost pleaded quietly, his eyes wide as they stared, looking up slightly, into Gabe’s dark eyes which were filled with lust. “Please... you can’t. We -”
“Turn around,” Gabe instructed, leaving no room for discussions of what they could or couldn’t do (as if there was anything Gabe Saporta couldn’t do). “You want him, don’t you?” Gabe asked rhetorically, leaning forward as Ryan turned again, settling back against the seat as Gabe continued to speak, breath hot in Ryan’s ear still. “Not for yourself though,” Gabe let out a soft laugh. “You’d want to watch, wouldn’t you? Watch me fuck him, watch him take me, spread out on his hands and knees and moaning like a cheap whore.”
Ryan had to bite his lip at Gabe’s last words, almost hard enough for it to hurt but he couldn’t stop a low groan from just escaping his throat as his mind was just flooded with the picture Gabe’s words were painting, flooded with William but Ryan also found himself envisioning himself in that position; under Gabe’s control, the older man making him shake, scream, and all the while beg for more. Suddenly, uncontrollably, Ryan found himself wanting that more than he could have imagined, so badly he was almost shaking right there. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that his cock, so hard now and painfully neglected, hadn’t been touched yet; couldn’t be touched, except -
“Nuh uh, Ryan,” Gabe tutted quietly in the boy’s ear, one hand reaching around Ryan’s skinny waist to close long fingers around his wrist just as Ryan was about to move his hand to maybe just stroke across his crotch just once, just to get something, some contact to his erection. “Not nice in polite company,” he reprimanded Ryan teasingly and Ryan could hear the smile in his voice.
Bordering on desperate Ryan shifted in his seat, squirming slightly in discomfort as he decided to cross his legs, hoping the friction might be enough to just get some relief at least. Straight away Gabe put pressure on Ryan’s wrist, lowering the boy’s arm until it rested on top of his skinny thigh and prevented Ryan from moving the limb.
“Come on, Ross, you can take this,” Gabe said in his ear, his top lip running slowly up the sensitive skin of the outer shell of Ryan’s ear, making him shiver again, Gabe grinning at the reaction. “I bet you can take a lot of things,” Gabe continued, voice not so much laced with suggestion but saturated in it as he spoke. “Bilvy’s such a good boy when he takes it,” Gabe laughed quietly as Ryan squirmed a little in his seat again, the singer taking advantage of the boy’s obvious interest in William. “Opens right up for me, lets me stretch him so wide because he knows I’ll make it good for him,” Gabe went on, promise in his voice. “Think you could take my whole hand?” Gabe’s thumb was stroking arcs into Ryan’s wrist now, Gabe slowly starting to touch Ryan more, almost needing to as his own game began to affect him just as much. “I think you could take it,” Gabe smiled as Ryan’s thigh started to shake in restraint and he could feel the younger male’s shoulders quivering with every faster, ever more shallow breath. “How about more, though?” Gabe said with a tone of curiosity as Ryan’s breath hitched slightly at the word ‘more’. “What about having both Bill and I inside you, both of us fucking you... think you could take that, take us fucking breaking you and just making you beg for more?” Gabe’s tongue edged out to just flick across the edge of Ryan’s ear for a second, the boy unable to stop the whine that Gabe’s words elicited from him.
“Gabe,” Ryan’s voice was fully resigned to a whimper now as his cock twitched and his whole body screamed for more, to be touched, for something - anything at this point. His eyes were pleading as much as his tone now as he turned one last time to meet Gabe’s gaze, his own begging; too desperate now to be ashamed. “Fuck, Gabe, please,” he whispered, biting his lip as Gabe’s grip shifted and tightened around his thigh, a smirk creeping onto the older man’s lips.
It was at that moment some Assistant Director chose to shout loudly, making Ryan jump and look around, suddenly anxious that everyone was going to be looking at them, that they were somehow going to know that Ryan was fucking hard, and why. Gabe, however, had released Ryan from his hold and sat back quickly as soon as the AD had stood up from his position behind the camera. The Cobra was now leaning nonchalantly back in his seat, looking, if he had any expression at all, just slightly bored.
That changed, though, when the guy spoke again; Gabe’s eyes suddenly lighting up as a grin spread across his face at the information given, his gaze fixed right on Ryan’s as he threw the boy a quick wink before standing up.
“Thanks everyone,” the AD had told them. “Break for lunch.”
Author: minus_four
Pairing: Gayro (Gabe Saporta/Ryan Ross)
POV: 3rd
Rating: NC-17 (only for Gabe's, ahem, talking at the moment)
Summary: Gabe didn’t wait for Ryan to reply before he continued to speak, his voice low in the younger male’s ear, the warmth of his breath against sensitive skin forcing Ryan to suppress a shiver that suddenly attempted to run down the length of his spine.
Disclaimer: None of this is real (pfft - as far as we know)
Author's notes: Gabe's got a pretty dirty mouth, and the things he says? They often involve a certain Bill Beckett jsyk.
Dedication: For stayxwithxme394 because she prompted me with this and it's her birthday today! \o/
It was one of those TV things, like an interview/video/performance... type thing. Okay, so Ryan wasn’t really sure. They did do a lot of them though, and Ryan had learnt that he only really had to pay attention when someone was actually speaking to him, and even then it wasn’t guaranteed that anyone would actually listen to what he had to say. As Brendon always said, TV was about everyone getting to see their pretty, pretty faces.
Ryan had also learnt that he hated doing TV, with a passion. He always got so bored in between filming segments, and he was always next to Brendon who couldn’t keep still to save his life normally, let alone when he was bored and filled the time by eating massive amounts of skittles or m&ms or some other candy that had far too much coloring to be a good idea for him or those who were sat around him. Ryan didn’t even know where he got the stuff from because another bag always seemed to appear from somewhere despite the fact that Brendon’s pants were far too tight to fit anything in the pocket... Not that Ryan looked. Ever. No.
At least this TV programme was doing something of an FBR package deal which meant that sat around him in this little ‘audience’ section were not only the other Panic members but also members of the other bands in their family; The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes and Cobra Starship. Seeing as William was sitting down in front with the host getting interviewed about Fast Times the rest of them were free for the time being - though confined to their seats of course, Ryan thought with a sigh, so really they were ‘free’ to do absolutely nothing.
Desperate to prevent himself from getting bored out of his mind, Ryan decided to watch William getting interviewed even though he was a little way back and couldn’t really hear properly. He figured it was better than nothing. Plus, it wasn’t as though William was horrible to look at - and why was Ryan’s mind so fixated on... less than platonic things just then? Chalking it up to boredom Ryan sat back a little and watched William smile as he talked, effortlessly charming the hell out of the woman interviewing him.
“Enjoying the view?” a voice in Ryan’s ear made him jump slightly, turning to see the grinning face of Gabe Saporta leaning down from the seat directly behind his.
“Killing time watching the interview,” he shrugged, turning and settling back in his seat.
“Watching William, you mean,” Gabe said knowingly, breathing out a laugh as Ryan turned in his seat again, unable to resist giving the older man his very best eye roll.
“Just because you can’t take your eyes off him for five seconds, it doesn’t mean we’re all obsessed,” Ryan smirked, dismissing Gabe with a shake of his head as he turned away once more. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to look at William, it was just that Ryan didn’t have anything else to do. That was all. Fucking Gabe projecting his own obsession onto everyone else, Ryan thought as his gaze moved back to rest on William again.
“It’s okay you know,” Gabe didn’t take the hint and just kept talking to Ryan. Apparently the Cobra singer was bored too. “That boy is damn fine to look at, so I really can’t blame you, Ry,” Gabe paused before lowering his voice just slightly, leaning just a little bit closer to Ryan’s ear. “But you’re wrong on one account. I don’t have to look at Bill all the time because I’ve got enough delicious mental images of that kid to last a lifetime,” Gabe informed him, smiling smugly as Ryan’s head jerked around to meet Gabe’s eyes, his own widened slightly in surprise - not about what the older man was not-so-subtly hinting at; neither he nor William were particularly stealthy when it came to their frequent not-so-secret sexual encounters, but just that Gabe was talking about that to him, with everyone else around and cameras for fuck’s sake.
“Gabe -” Ryan started to speak, his own voice shocked away into something barely above a whisper.
“Shh,” Gabe hushed him, nodding his head down towards where William was sat in front of them. “Bilvy likes an audience, you know. Did you know that?” Gabe didn’t wait for Ryan to reply before he continued to speak, his voice low in the younger male’s ear, the warmth of his breath against sensitive skin forcing Ryan to suppress a shiver that suddenly attempted to run down the length of his spine. “Not just when he’s singing either,” Gabe laughed softly in Ryan’s ear and he abandoned himself to the next shiver that prickled its way down Ryan’s back under his shirt. Gabe noticed the boy shift slightly in his seat and just smiled to himself as he considered how this was maybe going to be easier than he’d first thought. “He likes me to watch, likes to tease me by making me watch as he lies back on the bed, legs spread wide, and opens himself up; gets himself ready to be fucked.”
Gabe’s voice was even lower now, but Ryan’s gaze still shifted from side to side to those sat around them, certain that surely someone had to be able to hear Gabe too (or maybe just looking for reassurance that he wasn’t actually somehow hallucinating Gabe’s words.
“Look at him,” as Gabe spoke again Ryan felt him reach around and grip his chin gently, turning Ryan’s focus back to the boy in question. “Can you imagine him on his back, working two slicked fingers up inside himself, his other hand stroking his cock? The noises he makes, you have no fucking idea,” Gabe hummed quietly at the thought, just loud enough for the sound to reach Ryan’s ears and no one else’s as the younger male’s breathing began to quicken slightly.
Ryan was going to get up. He had to go, he had to move, he had to be not hearing this because - screw being in the background and what he was ‘supposed to do’ - he didn’t know how much longer he could take this have to sit here and listen to Gabe say those things about -
“I bet you have a mouth on you too,” Gabe’s fingers closed on the collar of Ryan’s button down as he saw the boy go to move and he turned to look at Gabe again, the older man’s eyes deliberately flicking downwards to focus on Ryan’s lips before Gabe met his eyes once more, his gaze intense. “I wonder if you scream,” Gabe smirked a little as he talked as if he were discussing the weather, fully aware of the power his words had over Ryan. “I could make you scream,” Gabe said as if he’d just decided the fact. “Make you scream like I make William just... scream,” Gabe whispered, his eyes darting down to where William was still sat. “Fuck you so hard you come just from having my cock pounding into you again and again and fuck you right through it, fuck you until you’re begging but you can’t remember why,” Gabe grinned as Ryan gasped before swallowing hard, stifling a whimper as he looked around them again.
On every side the people around them were having similarly hushed conversations, not even looking at Gabe at Ryan, let alone listening to what they were saying. Ryan couldn’t believe it. Gabe’s words seemed to be so strong in his consciousness now, the whispers somehow throbbing so loud in his ears, that he couldn’t see how they could possibly be so oblivious to this, this... whatever Gabe was doing to him. Because he was doing something to Ryan. He was actually doing a lot, including making his pants embarrassingly tighter by the second.
“Gabe...” Ryan almost pleaded quietly, his eyes wide as they stared, looking up slightly, into Gabe’s dark eyes which were filled with lust. “Please... you can’t. We -”
“Turn around,” Gabe instructed, leaving no room for discussions of what they could or couldn’t do (as if there was anything Gabe Saporta couldn’t do). “You want him, don’t you?” Gabe asked rhetorically, leaning forward as Ryan turned again, settling back against the seat as Gabe continued to speak, breath hot in Ryan’s ear still. “Not for yourself though,” Gabe let out a soft laugh. “You’d want to watch, wouldn’t you? Watch me fuck him, watch him take me, spread out on his hands and knees and moaning like a cheap whore.”
Ryan had to bite his lip at Gabe’s last words, almost hard enough for it to hurt but he couldn’t stop a low groan from just escaping his throat as his mind was just flooded with the picture Gabe’s words were painting, flooded with William but Ryan also found himself envisioning himself in that position; under Gabe’s control, the older man making him shake, scream, and all the while beg for more. Suddenly, uncontrollably, Ryan found himself wanting that more than he could have imagined, so badly he was almost shaking right there. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that his cock, so hard now and painfully neglected, hadn’t been touched yet; couldn’t be touched, except -
“Nuh uh, Ryan,” Gabe tutted quietly in the boy’s ear, one hand reaching around Ryan’s skinny waist to close long fingers around his wrist just as Ryan was about to move his hand to maybe just stroke across his crotch just once, just to get something, some contact to his erection. “Not nice in polite company,” he reprimanded Ryan teasingly and Ryan could hear the smile in his voice.
Bordering on desperate Ryan shifted in his seat, squirming slightly in discomfort as he decided to cross his legs, hoping the friction might be enough to just get some relief at least. Straight away Gabe put pressure on Ryan’s wrist, lowering the boy’s arm until it rested on top of his skinny thigh and prevented Ryan from moving the limb.
“Come on, Ross, you can take this,” Gabe said in his ear, his top lip running slowly up the sensitive skin of the outer shell of Ryan’s ear, making him shiver again, Gabe grinning at the reaction. “I bet you can take a lot of things,” Gabe continued, voice not so much laced with suggestion but saturated in it as he spoke. “Bilvy’s such a good boy when he takes it,” Gabe laughed quietly as Ryan squirmed a little in his seat again, the singer taking advantage of the boy’s obvious interest in William. “Opens right up for me, lets me stretch him so wide because he knows I’ll make it good for him,” Gabe went on, promise in his voice. “Think you could take my whole hand?” Gabe’s thumb was stroking arcs into Ryan’s wrist now, Gabe slowly starting to touch Ryan more, almost needing to as his own game began to affect him just as much. “I think you could take it,” Gabe smiled as Ryan’s thigh started to shake in restraint and he could feel the younger male’s shoulders quivering with every faster, ever more shallow breath. “How about more, though?” Gabe said with a tone of curiosity as Ryan’s breath hitched slightly at the word ‘more’. “What about having both Bill and I inside you, both of us fucking you... think you could take that, take us fucking breaking you and just making you beg for more?” Gabe’s tongue edged out to just flick across the edge of Ryan’s ear for a second, the boy unable to stop the whine that Gabe’s words elicited from him.
“Gabe,” Ryan’s voice was fully resigned to a whimper now as his cock twitched and his whole body screamed for more, to be touched, for something - anything at this point. His eyes were pleading as much as his tone now as he turned one last time to meet Gabe’s gaze, his own begging; too desperate now to be ashamed. “Fuck, Gabe, please,” he whispered, biting his lip as Gabe’s grip shifted and tightened around his thigh, a smirk creeping onto the older man’s lips.
It was at that moment some Assistant Director chose to shout loudly, making Ryan jump and look around, suddenly anxious that everyone was going to be looking at them, that they were somehow going to know that Ryan was fucking hard, and why. Gabe, however, had released Ryan from his hold and sat back quickly as soon as the AD had stood up from his position behind the camera. The Cobra was now leaning nonchalantly back in his seat, looking, if he had any expression at all, just slightly bored.
That changed, though, when the guy spoke again; Gabe’s eyes suddenly lighting up as a grin spread across his face at the information given, his gaze fixed right on Ryan’s as he threw the boy a quick wink before standing up.
“Thanks everyone,” the AD had told them. “Break for lunch.”