fic: love you with my hands tied
So I've got some new friends, it seems. >:)
I didn't feel like doing a meme, and I realized I haven't posted anything since September, man I suck. So I thought I'd dig up some fic and post it, and then everything is half-finished (*looks longingly at h/c fic*), and then I got all depressed. Which I fixed by listening to Lady Gaga on repeat? :D? :D?
So this was inspired by the song "Teeth". I was telling fictionalaspect a story about Ryan and Spencer and she said YOU'RE GONNA WRITE THIS FOR ME RIGHT? and made puppy eyes at me.
So, here we go! I think my muse might be back, and that's super exciting. Thanks also to anoneknewmoose, stephanometra, and jadedpen for continuing to be awesome. Now I'm gonna go stick my head in a steam tent to try to get rid of this cough. :(
love you with my hands tied
ryan/spencer, nc-17, ~1700 words
warning: underage (ryan 17, spencer 16), references to ryan's relationship with his dad
The last text he gets from Ryan is shit gotta go dad. Spencer counts to twenty before he texts back come over if you need to i'll be up. There's no answer, so Spencer hopes for the best. He finishes his history homework and watches Leno's monologue before he turns off the lights downstairs and heads up to his bedroom.
He's just starting to nod off, limbs warm and heavy, when his phone beeps. He squints at the sudden brightness from the tiny screen, the clock reading 12:11. i'm here let me in.
Spencer scrubs a hand over his face before he answers. garage door's unlocked, lock it behind you. don't forget the alarm. He drags himself out of his warm bed and digs around in the drawer for another pair of pajamas. Outside, he hears the sounds of footsteps up the stairs, slow and quiet so as not to wake anyone. Spencer's mom wouldn't really be mad, but waking everyone up means too much explaining, and Ryan's probably not up for that if he's here.
The door opens and closes again while Spencer's back is turned, as he cleans the random clothes on the other side of the bed off onto the floor. "There's some pajamas on the chair, and I think there's a new toothbrush in the drawer if you want." He's not expecting it when Ryan's hand touches his shoulder, and when he starts to turn suddenly Ryan's right there, his other hand sliding up behind Spencer's neck as he pulls him into a kiss.
And holy shit, Ryan's kissing him, not the little pecks he used to give when they were both still children, a full-on kiss, his tongue snaking out to lick at Spencer's lips. He's so surprised that he pulls away for a second, but Ryan just follows him, pushing Spencer off-balance enough to topple them both onto the bed. He's on Spencer in a second, swinging a leg over and straddling Spencer's lap, tugging him up so that Spencer has no choice but to wrap his arms around Ryan's shoulders.
It's not that Spencer hasn't thought about it. It would be a total lie to say that he hasn't thought about this exact position more than once. But not quite like this, not with Ryan all but clawing at his t-shirt while he licks into his mouth, like he's trying to devour Spencer. It's even better than his fantasy ever could be, Ryan's hips grinding down into his, and it's starting to get hard to focus on anything but Ryan's skin, the wet heat of Ryan's mouth. Ryan breaks away enough to breathe and Spencer whispers, "Ryan, wait, what."
"I'll stop if you tell me to." Ryan's got one hand fisted in Spencer's hair, the other digging into his hip, and in the dim light filtering through the window Spencer can see how desperate he looks, how fragile. And it's Ryan, and he's wanted Ryan as long as he's known what that means, could never say no to Ryan for anything. Spencer doesn't have to answer, and Ryan's not waiting for one anyway, he just takes Spencer's mouth again, biting at his bottom lip.
Ryan pushes Spencer down to the bed as he sits up, forcing Spencer to let go. He tugs at Spencer's shirt until Spencer raises his arms and lets the shirt go, then he dips down and fucking bites at Spencer's neck, right where it meets his shoulder. The groan rips out of Spencer's chest, and he can't help but grab a fistful of the sheets, because if he had grabbed Ryan's hair he might have pulled out a handful. Ryan growls at him, Spencer can feel it rumbling in his chest, and moves to Spencer's collarbone, sucking a bruise into his skin. He's still grinding down on Spencer, and Spencer's already achingly hard, can feel Ryan hard against him. It feels like Ryan's everywhere, like he's trying to climb inside Spencer, and all Spencer can do is hold on.
Somehow, they start to lose clothing. Ryan gets Spencer's sleep pants off first, and Spencer hisses when Ryan's jeans-encased hips slide against his, the friction almost painful. Spencer starts to reach down between them to get to Ryan's fly, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to the bed, a fiercely whispered "No" barely carrying over the sound of their breath. When Ryan lets go and Spencer doesn't move, he makes a pleased noise and kisses Spencer again, their mouths sliding awkwardly as Ryan shimmies out of his jeans. He doesn't even bother with his shirt, just fits their hips together again and starts rocking into Spencer, like he can't make himself stop.
Distantly Spencer thinks he should stop this, should push Ryan away and find out what happened. But this isn't Ryan raging to Spencer about how his dad's a dick, and it's not flat denial, burying the fury in video game explosions. It's not even the few times that Ryan collapsed into Spencer's arms, his tears soaking a damp spot into Spencer's shoulder until he had cried himself out. This is something new, Ryan whimpering as he grinds down against Spencer, and Spencer thinks the words are going to have to come later. Ryan's propped on his elbow, eyes not quite focused, and Spencer reaches up to him and pulls him down, fitting their mouths together softly. Ryan whimpers, a broken noise that makes Spencer's heart flip, and melts down into Spencer.
Then there's nothing but Ryan's hips, Ryan's mouth, until Spencer feels the heat in his belly overcome him, coursing up through him in a rush. He's barely got time to whisper Ryan's name before he's coming, his whole body locking up as he feels himself spurting between them, hot and slick. Ryan keeps pushing down, riding him through it, and finally Spencer has to grab his hips and shift him because it's toomuchtoomuch.
Ryan stills after that, though Spencer can still feel his tension, his cock hard and sticky now against Spencer's hip. He's growling again, like he's mumbling under his breath, and Spencer can barely think but he swallows his mouth dry and says, "What?"
Ryan doesn't answer, just pushes his cheek against Spencer's, lips brushing his ear. Spencer feels Ryan pushing his hand between them, his fingertips brushing Spencer's belly, and Spencer tries to shift to give Ryan room, but then his hand is gone again. Ryan shifts against him, propping himself up on one elbow, and then his hips are rolling again, slower, grinding against Spencer's hip.
He's whimpering now, short little gasps of breath, and Spencer hisses again, "What, Ry?"
Ryan kisses Spencer's collarbone, wet and openmouthed. "Came too fast. Wanted you to fuck me." Spencer shivers, the dirty heat of Ryan's whisper sparking down his spine.
Spencer blindly slides his palm over Ryan's neck, the shifting muscles in his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't..." His hand stops on Ryan's bicep, and Ryan's doing something with his hand, Spencer can feel it. He feels his way down Ryan's arm to his wrist, and... fuck, oh fuck, Ryan's got his fingers in his ass, Spencer can feel his hand move as he slides them in and out. That's what he was doing with his hand between them, Ryan's got Spencer's come on his fingers, and Spencer's lost all ability to think of anything but oh god Ryan.
Spencer wraps a hand around the back of Ryan's neck, fingers tangling in the too-long hair at the nape. "Ry, you know I've never--"
"I know, Spence, I..." He strains backward, whining as he pushes his fingers deeper. "You would, right? You'd fuck me?"
"Yes, yes, god." The words spring to his lips before he knows he's answering, and Ryan gasps and pushes his hips up and back. Spencer takes advantage of the space to slide his other hand between them, twisting his wrist so he can take Ryan in hand. It's strange, the angle's all wrong and Ryan's bigger than he is, but before he can think it all through Ryan's thrusting into the circle of Spencer's fingers. He's lost in it, eyes closed, head thrown back, panting out what sounds like god and Spencer and yes. Spencer cranes up to kiss his neck, the bottom of his chin, and moves his hand a little faster.
"I'd fuck you, Ry, yeah, anything, anything you want."
Ryan's head drops forward, like a string has been cut, and after a few more thrusts he gasps, almost too loud. Spencer can feel Ryan's cock pulsing, come dripping over his knuckles and onto his belly as Ryan shakes in his arms. Spencer just stays where he is, until Ryan whines and starts to pull away. Then he pushes gently on Ryan's hip, easing him over onto his side. Ryan doesn't go far, curling up against Spencer's side, his face tucked into Spencer's shoulder. Ryan's still wearing his t-shirt, and there's come on Spencer's belly, and Spencer's not entirely sure what just happened, but he thinks it just changed everything.
He looks around, trying not to move too much, and finally snags an ancient t-shirt off the back of his desk chair. While he'd be happy to never move again, he can't take the chance that his mom won't decide to wake them up early in the morning to feed Ryan pancakes and eggs. He wipes up the come, softly cleaning himself and Ryan, and Ryan gasps again, soft, when Spencer brushes the fabric over his cock. He wipes off Ryan's hand too, his fingers curled loose on Spencer's chest, and then tosses the shirt as hard as he can toward the closet.
He grabs the blanket and pulls it over them, and then there's silence but for Ryan breathing in his ear. Spencer feels awkward, like he doesn't know what he should do next, and beside him he can feel Ryan's tense too. Finally he slides his hand over and finds Ryan's hip, and Ryan makes this strangled noise, half sigh and half sob, and relaxes into Spencer's side, his fingers splaying out over Spencer's sternum. Spencer turns a little on his side to pull Ryan closer, the way he's done a thousand times before, but this time he presses a soft kiss to Ryan's temple. He makes gentle circles with his fingertips on Ryan's skin, until Ryan's breathing evens out, and before too long they're both asleep.
I didn't feel like doing a meme, and I realized I haven't posted anything since September, man I suck. So I thought I'd dig up some fic and post it, and then everything is half-finished (*looks longingly at h/c fic*), and then I got all depressed. Which I fixed by listening to Lady Gaga on repeat? :D? :D?
So this was inspired by the song "Teeth". I was telling fictionalaspect a story about Ryan and Spencer and she said YOU'RE GONNA WRITE THIS FOR ME RIGHT? and made puppy eyes at me.
So, here we go! I think my muse might be back, and that's super exciting. Thanks also to anoneknewmoose, stephanometra, and jadedpen for continuing to be awesome. Now I'm gonna go stick my head in a steam tent to try to get rid of this cough. :(
love you with my hands tied
ryan/spencer, nc-17, ~1700 words
warning: underage (ryan 17, spencer 16), references to ryan's relationship with his dad
The last text he gets from Ryan is shit gotta go dad. Spencer counts to twenty before he texts back come over if you need to i'll be up. There's no answer, so Spencer hopes for the best. He finishes his history homework and watches Leno's monologue before he turns off the lights downstairs and heads up to his bedroom.
He's just starting to nod off, limbs warm and heavy, when his phone beeps. He squints at the sudden brightness from the tiny screen, the clock reading 12:11. i'm here let me in.
Spencer scrubs a hand over his face before he answers. garage door's unlocked, lock it behind you. don't forget the alarm. He drags himself out of his warm bed and digs around in the drawer for another pair of pajamas. Outside, he hears the sounds of footsteps up the stairs, slow and quiet so as not to wake anyone. Spencer's mom wouldn't really be mad, but waking everyone up means too much explaining, and Ryan's probably not up for that if he's here.
The door opens and closes again while Spencer's back is turned, as he cleans the random clothes on the other side of the bed off onto the floor. "There's some pajamas on the chair, and I think there's a new toothbrush in the drawer if you want." He's not expecting it when Ryan's hand touches his shoulder, and when he starts to turn suddenly Ryan's right there, his other hand sliding up behind Spencer's neck as he pulls him into a kiss.
And holy shit, Ryan's kissing him, not the little pecks he used to give when they were both still children, a full-on kiss, his tongue snaking out to lick at Spencer's lips. He's so surprised that he pulls away for a second, but Ryan just follows him, pushing Spencer off-balance enough to topple them both onto the bed. He's on Spencer in a second, swinging a leg over and straddling Spencer's lap, tugging him up so that Spencer has no choice but to wrap his arms around Ryan's shoulders.
It's not that Spencer hasn't thought about it. It would be a total lie to say that he hasn't thought about this exact position more than once. But not quite like this, not with Ryan all but clawing at his t-shirt while he licks into his mouth, like he's trying to devour Spencer. It's even better than his fantasy ever could be, Ryan's hips grinding down into his, and it's starting to get hard to focus on anything but Ryan's skin, the wet heat of Ryan's mouth. Ryan breaks away enough to breathe and Spencer whispers, "Ryan, wait, what."
"I'll stop if you tell me to." Ryan's got one hand fisted in Spencer's hair, the other digging into his hip, and in the dim light filtering through the window Spencer can see how desperate he looks, how fragile. And it's Ryan, and he's wanted Ryan as long as he's known what that means, could never say no to Ryan for anything. Spencer doesn't have to answer, and Ryan's not waiting for one anyway, he just takes Spencer's mouth again, biting at his bottom lip.
Ryan pushes Spencer down to the bed as he sits up, forcing Spencer to let go. He tugs at Spencer's shirt until Spencer raises his arms and lets the shirt go, then he dips down and fucking bites at Spencer's neck, right where it meets his shoulder. The groan rips out of Spencer's chest, and he can't help but grab a fistful of the sheets, because if he had grabbed Ryan's hair he might have pulled out a handful. Ryan growls at him, Spencer can feel it rumbling in his chest, and moves to Spencer's collarbone, sucking a bruise into his skin. He's still grinding down on Spencer, and Spencer's already achingly hard, can feel Ryan hard against him. It feels like Ryan's everywhere, like he's trying to climb inside Spencer, and all Spencer can do is hold on.
Somehow, they start to lose clothing. Ryan gets Spencer's sleep pants off first, and Spencer hisses when Ryan's jeans-encased hips slide against his, the friction almost painful. Spencer starts to reach down between them to get to Ryan's fly, but Ryan grabs his wrist and pins it to the bed, a fiercely whispered "No" barely carrying over the sound of their breath. When Ryan lets go and Spencer doesn't move, he makes a pleased noise and kisses Spencer again, their mouths sliding awkwardly as Ryan shimmies out of his jeans. He doesn't even bother with his shirt, just fits their hips together again and starts rocking into Spencer, like he can't make himself stop.
Distantly Spencer thinks he should stop this, should push Ryan away and find out what happened. But this isn't Ryan raging to Spencer about how his dad's a dick, and it's not flat denial, burying the fury in video game explosions. It's not even the few times that Ryan collapsed into Spencer's arms, his tears soaking a damp spot into Spencer's shoulder until he had cried himself out. This is something new, Ryan whimpering as he grinds down against Spencer, and Spencer thinks the words are going to have to come later. Ryan's propped on his elbow, eyes not quite focused, and Spencer reaches up to him and pulls him down, fitting their mouths together softly. Ryan whimpers, a broken noise that makes Spencer's heart flip, and melts down into Spencer.
Then there's nothing but Ryan's hips, Ryan's mouth, until Spencer feels the heat in his belly overcome him, coursing up through him in a rush. He's barely got time to whisper Ryan's name before he's coming, his whole body locking up as he feels himself spurting between them, hot and slick. Ryan keeps pushing down, riding him through it, and finally Spencer has to grab his hips and shift him because it's toomuchtoomuch.
Ryan stills after that, though Spencer can still feel his tension, his cock hard and sticky now against Spencer's hip. He's growling again, like he's mumbling under his breath, and Spencer can barely think but he swallows his mouth dry and says, "What?"
Ryan doesn't answer, just pushes his cheek against Spencer's, lips brushing his ear. Spencer feels Ryan pushing his hand between them, his fingertips brushing Spencer's belly, and Spencer tries to shift to give Ryan room, but then his hand is gone again. Ryan shifts against him, propping himself up on one elbow, and then his hips are rolling again, slower, grinding against Spencer's hip.
He's whimpering now, short little gasps of breath, and Spencer hisses again, "What, Ry?"
Ryan kisses Spencer's collarbone, wet and openmouthed. "Came too fast. Wanted you to fuck me." Spencer shivers, the dirty heat of Ryan's whisper sparking down his spine.
Spencer blindly slides his palm over Ryan's neck, the shifting muscles in his shoulder. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't..." His hand stops on Ryan's bicep, and Ryan's doing something with his hand, Spencer can feel it. He feels his way down Ryan's arm to his wrist, and... fuck, oh fuck, Ryan's got his fingers in his ass, Spencer can feel his hand move as he slides them in and out. That's what he was doing with his hand between them, Ryan's got Spencer's come on his fingers, and Spencer's lost all ability to think of anything but oh god Ryan.
Spencer wraps a hand around the back of Ryan's neck, fingers tangling in the too-long hair at the nape. "Ry, you know I've never--"
"I know, Spence, I..." He strains backward, whining as he pushes his fingers deeper. "You would, right? You'd fuck me?"
"Yes, yes, god." The words spring to his lips before he knows he's answering, and Ryan gasps and pushes his hips up and back. Spencer takes advantage of the space to slide his other hand between them, twisting his wrist so he can take Ryan in hand. It's strange, the angle's all wrong and Ryan's bigger than he is, but before he can think it all through Ryan's thrusting into the circle of Spencer's fingers. He's lost in it, eyes closed, head thrown back, panting out what sounds like god and Spencer and yes. Spencer cranes up to kiss his neck, the bottom of his chin, and moves his hand a little faster.
"I'd fuck you, Ry, yeah, anything, anything you want."
Ryan's head drops forward, like a string has been cut, and after a few more thrusts he gasps, almost too loud. Spencer can feel Ryan's cock pulsing, come dripping over his knuckles and onto his belly as Ryan shakes in his arms. Spencer just stays where he is, until Ryan whines and starts to pull away. Then he pushes gently on Ryan's hip, easing him over onto his side. Ryan doesn't go far, curling up against Spencer's side, his face tucked into Spencer's shoulder. Ryan's still wearing his t-shirt, and there's come on Spencer's belly, and Spencer's not entirely sure what just happened, but he thinks it just changed everything.
He looks around, trying not to move too much, and finally snags an ancient t-shirt off the back of his desk chair. While he'd be happy to never move again, he can't take the chance that his mom won't decide to wake them up early in the morning to feed Ryan pancakes and eggs. He wipes up the come, softly cleaning himself and Ryan, and Ryan gasps again, soft, when Spencer brushes the fabric over his cock. He wipes off Ryan's hand too, his fingers curled loose on Spencer's chest, and then tosses the shirt as hard as he can toward the closet.
He grabs the blanket and pulls it over them, and then there's silence but for Ryan breathing in his ear. Spencer feels awkward, like he doesn't know what he should do next, and beside him he can feel Ryan's tense too. Finally he slides his hand over and finds Ryan's hip, and Ryan makes this strangled noise, half sigh and half sob, and relaxes into Spencer's side, his fingers splaying out over Spencer's sternum. Spencer turns a little on his side to pull Ryan closer, the way he's done a thousand times before, but this time he presses a soft kiss to Ryan's temple. He makes gentle circles with his fingertips on Ryan's skin, until Ryan's breathing evens out, and before too long they're both asleep.