it's just a thing - interlude one
Taylor's just drunk enough to be feeling good about the entire world - feeling fucking awesome, in fact, slipping his hands under Ryan's shirt as Ryan paws at his ass. He's never had a thing for old people, dudes especially because he can at least understand a hot MILF, but something about Ryan is totally doing it for him. Maybe it's the chirping, or the bro thing, or that they can both get off and not be weird about it the next day or have to worry about clingy girls trying to call him, or mouthy dudes outing him to TSN. Plus, they spend most of their time hanging out anyway, so Taylor doesn't even have to worry about his game, because apparently Ryan's pretty easy too.
Still, with Ryan's hand on his ass, he's putting on a bit of bravado, because while he's always cool with friendly blowjobs, he hasn't done anything like this since that time with Shuggy in Windsor. There's something in Ryan's usual smirk that promises it'll be good, so Taylor can roll with that.
He strips on the way to the bedroom, because it's always easier than trying to coordinate two people, especially when they've both been drinking. Explaining this to Ryan, however, seems to put a momentary pause in his plans.
"You sure this is okay?" Ryan asks, frowning, "'cause if you're drunk--"
"I'm not that drunk," he says, surprised again by Ryan's hilarious chivalry in the middle of everything else, falling back onto the bed. "Unless you don't want a piece of this." He grins as Ryan rolls his eyes, muttering to himself, and before Ryan can change his mind he spreads his legs and arches his back, going for slutty because personally, he thinks slutty is always awesome. Judging from the look on Ryan's face, he agrees.
And then Ryan's inside him, and Taylor tries to roll with it, but it's been a while - a pretty long while - since he's done this, and when the burn threatens to tip over into pain, because they still have to fucking skate tomorrow, he flings a hand back, pushes back against Ryan's hip. "Dude, just - give me a second," he mumbles, feeling almost guilty for putting on the brakes, because he wants to be cool about this. Ryan just laughs against the back of his neck, rubbing calming circles into the Taylor's side.
"Dude, I'm pretty sure I'm not that big," he drawls, and Taylor doesn't have to be looking at him to see the smug smirk, because Ryan's a fucking jerk sometimes.
"Yeah, it's just - need to get used to it." Ryan goes still behind him, and Taylor pulls the pillow closer to hide his burning face even though he knows there's nothing to be ashamed of; he gets laid just fine, but Edmonton bar stars aren't exactly into ass play, and when there's tits to play with, he's never gonna complain.
"Jesus christ, kid, tell me you've--"
Taylor can't help cracking up, burying his face even farther into the pillow. Ryan's sounding seriously freaked out, and Taylor's going to reassure him any moment now, totally. As soon as he can speak, because fucking seriously. "Sorry, Whit," he chokes out eventually. "You don't get my ass cherry." Then he shifts, because - huh, apparently that did the trick.
"Oh fuck you, Hallsy," Ryan mutters, and he's somehow grumpier than usual even though he's most of the way to balls-deep in Taylor, which is kind of insulting - so he pushes back against Ryan, and the next smartass comment dies in his throat - Taylor would fist pump but Ryan tilts his hips and he's clenching his hands in the sheets instead. He bites his lip to keep quiet, because fuck if he's giving Ryan any more ammunition. He's pretty sure he's going to be sore as anything tomorrow, but as Ryan closes a hand around Taylor's dick, jerking him roughly, he's pretty sure it'll be worth it.
part two
Still, with Ryan's hand on his ass, he's putting on a bit of bravado, because while he's always cool with friendly blowjobs, he hasn't done anything like this since that time with Shuggy in Windsor. There's something in Ryan's usual smirk that promises it'll be good, so Taylor can roll with that.
He strips on the way to the bedroom, because it's always easier than trying to coordinate two people, especially when they've both been drinking. Explaining this to Ryan, however, seems to put a momentary pause in his plans.
"You sure this is okay?" Ryan asks, frowning, "'cause if you're drunk--"
"I'm not that drunk," he says, surprised again by Ryan's hilarious chivalry in the middle of everything else, falling back onto the bed. "Unless you don't want a piece of this." He grins as Ryan rolls his eyes, muttering to himself, and before Ryan can change his mind he spreads his legs and arches his back, going for slutty because personally, he thinks slutty is always awesome. Judging from the look on Ryan's face, he agrees.
And then Ryan's inside him, and Taylor tries to roll with it, but it's been a while - a pretty long while - since he's done this, and when the burn threatens to tip over into pain, because they still have to fucking skate tomorrow, he flings a hand back, pushes back against Ryan's hip. "Dude, just - give me a second," he mumbles, feeling almost guilty for putting on the brakes, because he wants to be cool about this. Ryan just laughs against the back of his neck, rubbing calming circles into the Taylor's side.
"Dude, I'm pretty sure I'm not that big," he drawls, and Taylor doesn't have to be looking at him to see the smug smirk, because Ryan's a fucking jerk sometimes.
"Yeah, it's just - need to get used to it." Ryan goes still behind him, and Taylor pulls the pillow closer to hide his burning face even though he knows there's nothing to be ashamed of; he gets laid just fine, but Edmonton bar stars aren't exactly into ass play, and when there's tits to play with, he's never gonna complain.
"Jesus christ, kid, tell me you've--"
Taylor can't help cracking up, burying his face even farther into the pillow. Ryan's sounding seriously freaked out, and Taylor's going to reassure him any moment now, totally. As soon as he can speak, because fucking seriously. "Sorry, Whit," he chokes out eventually. "You don't get my ass cherry." Then he shifts, because - huh, apparently that did the trick.
"Oh fuck you, Hallsy," Ryan mutters, and he's somehow grumpier than usual even though he's most of the way to balls-deep in Taylor, which is kind of insulting - so he pushes back against Ryan, and the next smartass comment dies in his throat - Taylor would fist pump but Ryan tilts his hips and he's clenching his hands in the sheets instead. He bites his lip to keep quiet, because fuck if he's giving Ryan any more ammunition. He's pretty sure he's going to be sore as anything tomorrow, but as Ryan closes a hand around Taylor's dick, jerking him roughly, he's pretty sure it'll be worth it.
part two