Rules, Rules, Motherfucking Rules [S/A] NC-17
Title: Rules, Rules, Motherfucking Rules [S/A]
Author: Santipathy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: There were certain unwritten rules on the bus that they didn't want to discuss. Ever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. They own themselves, ect. ect. You know the drill.
Word Count: 2813 words
Beta: Heads_only_meds
Author Notes: I wrote this for Rae a while back when she got amazing grades in school. It's a little self-indulgent, and Rae enjoyed it. So... Heh.
There were certain unwritten rules on the bus that they didn't want to discuss.
Ever.
~~
Brendon's eyes flashed open in a millisecond. His pulse was hammering through his body, tiny beads of sweat began to form on the surface of his pale skin as he repeatedly blinked, bringing himself back to reality. He relaxed his hand, and allowed the sheets to unscrew and fall back onto the bed. Brendon's lungs were heavy whilst he gasped for air. The same feeling he got whilst on-stage. “Oh...” He whispered to himself.
It was the third time in a week he had dreamed of him, and woke up with a hard dick.
Brendon's breathing was still labored when he pushed his head out of the curtain of his bunk. The fresh air that filtered through the vent on the roof cooled his skin in a matter of seconds as he looked around the bus, trying to find any sign of life. Brendon chewed his lip as he looked around. The gentle steady light from Spencer's bunk opposite him, Jon's flip flops on the wooden flooring (a sign that he had turned in for the night), all the lights were turned off, and Ryan was no where to be seen.
His dick was pulsing, throbbing, begging to be touched or sucked or fucked. Brendon pulled across the curtain and dropped his head onto his pillow. With his pulse racing he licked his lips and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed slightly. He ran the rough pad of his thumb over the already-slick tip and pushed his fisted left hand into his mouth, halting any moans or noise.
He began to stroke, slowly, teasing himself, he wanted this to last as long as possible. He wanted every droplet of pleasure he could derive from this. The pre-cum began to coat his hand as he stroked harder, picking up a pace, he could feel the gentle burn grow deep within his stomach.
“Ry...” He breathed out, barely a whisper against his own voice.
And holy shit. One rule broken - Jacking off to the thought of your band mate.
Brendon really couldn't help it though, the thought of Ryan's long fingers, caressing every inch of skin on his torso. His eyes rolled back into his head as his pace quickened even more, the sound of skin on skin contact filled his bunk as he bit down even harder. There would be bite marks on his hand in the morning.
A few strokes later, and the burn grew greater, sweat began to bead on the singers forehead. The mental images of Ryan wrapping his pink lips around Brendon's cock and sucking hard forced him to stroke faster, desperate to gain some release, begging for his nirvana. The images kept coming when all he could picture was his honey-colored eyes, staring intently into Brendon and... That's really heated things up.
His breathing hitched and his hand increased pace the gentle muttering of, “Ryan” escaped his lips just before he reached the edge. White splatters coated his hand and stomach with every last stroke, his teeth digging deep into his fist, hard enough to draw blood. The muscles in his legs, stomach and arms contracted as he finally gained his sweet release. Brendon's breathing was still ragged and labored before he he came to a halt. “Fuck.” Brendon muttered as he shuffled around to find a spare pair of boxers to wipe his hand, he gave up and wiped the palm and stomach against a rogue corner of his comforter.
Brendon fell asleep to the sound of shuffling in the bunk below him.
~~
The morning after, Brendon shuffled out in boxers and his old Blink t-shirt into the lounge area. It was completely silent. There were tell-tale signs that the others had awoken (Coffee pots, pop tart boxes, and half-eaten cereal to name a few). He frowned and looked at the clock. It read 11:34am. “Where...?”
He shuffled back through the bunks and into the back lounge to find it in the same state - deserted. Brendon gulped and played with the hem of his shirt. He eased himself onto the cold leather of the sofa and jumped slightly at the temperature difference. Brendon looked around and sighed. “Where's the...” He looked behind himself and stuck his hand between the cushions in search of the remote control.
“Here.” A voice said from above Brendon, slightly shaky and nervous to his ears.
Brendon turned back around to look at the person that spoke, and his heart sank to the ground. “Oh.”
Ryan's face looked the same, emotionless and stony, but there was something else Brendon couldn't put his finger on. He took the remote out of Ryan's shaking hand and looked at his feet. “So... Uhm... Where are the gu-”
“I heard you last night.” Ryan interrupted in one hurried breath.
Brendon was completely still. His heart stopped, and he could have died right there. He felt the heated flush creep up his neck. “I-- Ryan, what are you even... I didn't... What do you... What...”
He heard Ryan gulp and take a deep breath. “You... moaned/ my name, Brendon... I can't... Not hear that. I know you were... You know.”
Brendon closed his eyes and forced the remaining air from his lungs out through his nose. “Ryan... I'm... I.”
His breathing hitched when he felt fingertips slowly graze his scalp, they went deeper and curled, collecting a fist-full of his dark brown hair, before tugging hard upwards towards the ceiling. Brendon gasped and allowed himself to be pulled up, his knees cracked as he straightened up in front of Ryan. His right hand remained entwined in Brendon's hair, and Brendon didn't move an inch in fear of hurting himself.
The rough pads of Ryan's fingers stroked passed Brendon's cheek, and curled around the back of his neck. Brendon's pulse was racing, and he could feel his blood boil as Ryan released his hair slowly, before bringing his hand around the back of Brendon's neck to join the other. Ryan remained still, and Brendon could feel his heavy, warm breath upon his cheek.
So many thoughts were racing through Brendon's head, he was light-headed, and the experience was not pleasant. Ryan's breath slowly moved from Brendon's cheek, to Brendon's ear, and he whispered, “You'll always be my friend, Brendon. You can reject me, but let me have one thing, and I'll be happy.”
Brendon took in a deep breath through his mouth, and nodded. He felt Ryan move back from his ear, and back in the center of his face. Without any warning, Brendon's lips were tingling at the sensation of Ryan's breath, and the sweet collision of their lips made Brendon see sparks. He couldn't understand that this was happening, this was real and this was reality. Ryan's lips pressed against his, and he was returning this kiss. He didn't want to think of the consequences, he wanted this moment. Brendon's hands sunk to Ryan's hips, and he could feel the protruding bones beneath the stretched pale skin.
As Brendon rubbed circles into the hollow patch of skin between his hipbones and his stomach with his thumbs, he felt Ryan's lips part mere millimeters, enough to allow his thin tongue to slip its way through towards Brendon's. It parted them slowly, and Brendon honestly couldn't feel any better than he did at that moment. He felt Ryan's tongue brush against his own gently, and Brendon mewled in the very back of his throat at the sensation. Brendon pushed his tongue calmly through into Ryan's mouth, and the slow grind of give and take between their bodies. And Brendon could finally confirm that, yeah, he likes kissing.
Ryan's hands tangled their way into his hair once again, and Brendon's arms wrapped themselves around Ryan's waist, pulling him closer to his heated body. Their tongues ran alongside each other, slipping in between each others parted lips, and Brendon wanted this so much.
His hands edged their way to the hem of Ryan's shirt. Ryan broke away and tugged it over his head, revealing the tight pale skin that stretched over his frame, the fading stomach muscles that Brendon wanted to trace his tongue over. He threw Ryan's shirt to the floor and ran his eyes over Ryan's body.
“Can... Can you...?” Ryan stuttered out as he pointed towards Brendon's own shirt.
Brendon nodded eagerly, he stripped himself of his shirt and threw it down beside Ryan's. Slowly, Brendon shuffled forward and placed his hands back on Ryan's hips. He attached his lips to Ryan's neck and heard him moan as he sucked, making sure he left a mark on his perfect skin. “Bren... Blow me... Please, your lips are just...”
Wordlessly, he fumbled at Ryan's jeans. He popped open the button and tugged the zip downwards. Brendon watched Ryan shuffle his way out of them and kick them over towards their shirts. When he looked down to Ryan's boxers, Brendon could have died.
Brendon has been with guys before. He has seen Ryan naked, but not like this. To put it simply; Ryan has a huge dick.
“You don't have to, Br-” Ryan was interrupted by the palm of Brendon's hand pressing into his crotch, and Ryan felt like he was going to cum there and then.
He sunk to his knees in front of Ryan. One hand was placed steadily on Ryan's hip as he pulled his tented boxers down, allowing them to drop straight to the ground. Brendon's tongue darted out and licked the damp tip and watched Ryan shudder. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's cock and took each inch into his mouth, he looked up to Ryan's face and felt accomplished when he saw his chest rise and fall at a quickened pace. One inch away from his base and Brendon moaned, sending vibrations through Ryan's cock, and gaining one throaty groan from Ryan's parted lips.
Brendon picked up a pace, sucking harder with every movement. Ryan gasped hard each time he hit the back of Brendon's throat, his hands grabbed for his hair once again. Brendon could taste the pre-cum coat the back of his tongue thickly as Ryan's hand tightened. “Bren... Oh my God... Brendon...”
Brendon's pace quickened once more, he sucked harder and pushed Ryan's hips closer to his face. He could feel Ryan throb within his mouth as he released a strangled cry, and within seconds, three splatters of cum hit the back of Brendon's throat, and two more filled his mouth. He pulled Ryan's dick away from his lips and swallowed as much as he could quickly. When he was finished, he looked up to a flushed Ryan and realized what just happened. “Ryan...”
Ryan bundled up his clothes and shuffled off towards his bunk in silence. Brendon sat down on the sofa in shock, but after a few moments he regained composure and beat off in record time.
Two rule were broken - kissing a band member, and leaving someone hanging.
~~
The day after the “lounge incident” (as Brendon had named it) he avoided Ryan at all costs. They only communicated on-stage, and even then it was only one or two words thrown between them for the fans sake. Jon and Spencer were out on one of their excursions to The Hush Sounds bus, Zack had joined them, and Eric was organizing Black Gold's new album over the phone. Brendon, however, had opted to sit in the back lounge and watch House/. He didn't give a damn where Ryan was. He really didn't.
“Lie on the sofa.”
Brendon frowned and looked up to see Ryan's emotionless face once again. “Wh--”
Ryan threw down his shirt, and tugged down his already unzipped jeans.“I said, lie on the sofa.”
Brendon obeyed him in fear. He backed up onto the sofa and pressed his back against the cool leather. He watched as Ryan left the lounge and pulled back the curtain to his bunk. Brendon heard Ryan curse as he shuffled items around in his bunk. He pulled himself back upright and came towards Brendon with a small bottle and a small wrapper in his large hands. Ryan walked over to Brendon's legs and settled down between them. Without being told, Brendon shuffled out of his pajama pants and band shirt, and threw them down into an unknown corner of the lounge. He bit his lip as he watched Ryan slick up his fingers using the small bottle of lube. Ryan leaned down and kissed the inside of Brendon's thigh. “This will probably hurt.”
Brendon nodded (and left out the fact that he has/ done this before) and took deep and calming breaths, because Ryan was about to finger fuck/ him, for Christs' sake.
He felt Ryan's slick index finger push through the tight ring of muscle, and Brendon whined out for more. He helped Ryan with his pleasure yesterday, now he needed to return the favor, he was not going to be left with a boner again. He felt Ryan's middle finger push into him, and Brendon chewed his lip, the slight burn now beginning to weave its way into his conscious mind. His eyes connected with Ryan's as he pushed in a third, and Brendon winced at the pain of the burn. He quickly adjusted and nodded at Ryan. “Yesyesyesjustdoityeah.”
Ryan wiped his hand on his t-shirt beside him, he picked up the small foil square and tore it open. He rolled on the condom, and slicked himself up with the small bottle of lube. Throughout this, Brendon felt so goddamn empty and he just wanted Ryan inside him. Was it too much to ask for?
“They won't be back for a while, will they?” Brendon asked shakily.
Ryan shook his head and looked up at Brendon with hooded, dark eyes. They both exchanged a silent agreement, and Ryan lined his dick up with Brendon's entrance. He slowly pushed in, and Brendon really had forgot that Ryan is big. His mouth fell open and he felt the burn grow deeper. He felt Ryan stop within him, and he really had enough. He grabbed Ryan's forearm and squeezed. “Don't fucking stop.”
“Are you... Are you sure? Fuck, you're tight.”
Brendon nodded breathlessly, and Ryan pushed further into him, slowly stretching him out. He chewed his lip as he pulled back, almost pulling out completely, before he slammed into Brendon hard. Brendon saw sparks and threw his head back in a groan. “Fuck. Do that again. Now.”
Ryan slammed into him again, and Brendon got the same feeling from the exact same spot. Ryan's hips continued to push deep into him, the sound of skin on skin filling the bus, accompanied by the murmurs of moans and groans from both men. This is what Brendon's dream was on the night Ryan heard him beat off, this was it. Ryan's hand wrapped around Brendon's dick and stroked sloppily, his pre-cum coating his long and spindly fingers. Brendon could feel the pleasure dwell within the pit of his stomach, he wanted his relief now more than ever.
Brendon's breathing quickened, and his cock was throbbing under Ryan's pumping hand. “Ry... Ry, oh my God...”
Ryan nodded, both his hips and his hand quickened once more. Brendon's eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked, he released a throaty groan as his muscles contracted and white splatters painted Ryan's hand and his own stomach. Ryan's hips slammed into Brendon over and over, before he whimpered and shuddered to a halt. The two men lay there, only the sounds of their heavy and labored breathing filled the back lounge.
No words were exchanged when Ryan slid out of Brendon; he tied up the condom and threw it into the trash. Brendon tugged on his shirt and pajama pants hurriedly, eager to wipe the drying cum off his stomach. Ryan slipped on his boxers and jeans and discarded his cum-streaked shirt into his bunk. In silence, the two men looked at each other, trying to figure out what just happened between them.
“Ry... What are we?” Brendon asked innocently.
Ryan looked into Brendon's eyes, and a playful glint was within his honey-colored orbs. “Whatever you want us to be,” he replied, before picking out a shirt without looking from his bunk, and walked out of the bus, tugging it over his head.
Brendon stood alone in the back lounge in silence. He contemplated what had happened over the past few days, and smirked, before following Ryan out of the bus.
Brendon had realized the rules were made to be broken.
Author: Santipathy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: There were certain unwritten rules on the bus that they didn't want to discuss. Ever.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone. They own themselves, ect. ect. You know the drill.
Word Count: 2813 words
Beta: Heads_only_meds
Author Notes: I wrote this for Rae a while back when she got amazing grades in school. It's a little self-indulgent, and Rae enjoyed it. So... Heh.
There were certain unwritten rules on the bus that they didn't want to discuss.
Ever.
~~
Brendon's eyes flashed open in a millisecond. His pulse was hammering through his body, tiny beads of sweat began to form on the surface of his pale skin as he repeatedly blinked, bringing himself back to reality. He relaxed his hand, and allowed the sheets to unscrew and fall back onto the bed. Brendon's lungs were heavy whilst he gasped for air. The same feeling he got whilst on-stage. “Oh...” He whispered to himself.
It was the third time in a week he had dreamed of him, and woke up with a hard dick.
Brendon's breathing was still labored when he pushed his head out of the curtain of his bunk. The fresh air that filtered through the vent on the roof cooled his skin in a matter of seconds as he looked around the bus, trying to find any sign of life. Brendon chewed his lip as he looked around. The gentle steady light from Spencer's bunk opposite him, Jon's flip flops on the wooden flooring (a sign that he had turned in for the night), all the lights were turned off, and Ryan was no where to be seen.
His dick was pulsing, throbbing, begging to be touched or sucked or fucked. Brendon pulled across the curtain and dropped his head onto his pillow. With his pulse racing he licked his lips and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed slightly. He ran the rough pad of his thumb over the already-slick tip and pushed his fisted left hand into his mouth, halting any moans or noise.
He began to stroke, slowly, teasing himself, he wanted this to last as long as possible. He wanted every droplet of pleasure he could derive from this. The pre-cum began to coat his hand as he stroked harder, picking up a pace, he could feel the gentle burn grow deep within his stomach.
“Ry...” He breathed out, barely a whisper against his own voice.
And holy shit. One rule broken - Jacking off to the thought of your band mate.
Brendon really couldn't help it though, the thought of Ryan's long fingers, caressing every inch of skin on his torso. His eyes rolled back into his head as his pace quickened even more, the sound of skin on skin contact filled his bunk as he bit down even harder. There would be bite marks on his hand in the morning.
A few strokes later, and the burn grew greater, sweat began to bead on the singers forehead. The mental images of Ryan wrapping his pink lips around Brendon's cock and sucking hard forced him to stroke faster, desperate to gain some release, begging for his nirvana. The images kept coming when all he could picture was his honey-colored eyes, staring intently into Brendon and... That's really heated things up.
His breathing hitched and his hand increased pace the gentle muttering of, “Ryan” escaped his lips just before he reached the edge. White splatters coated his hand and stomach with every last stroke, his teeth digging deep into his fist, hard enough to draw blood. The muscles in his legs, stomach and arms contracted as he finally gained his sweet release. Brendon's breathing was still ragged and labored before he he came to a halt. “Fuck.” Brendon muttered as he shuffled around to find a spare pair of boxers to wipe his hand, he gave up and wiped the palm and stomach against a rogue corner of his comforter.
Brendon fell asleep to the sound of shuffling in the bunk below him.
~~
The morning after, Brendon shuffled out in boxers and his old Blink t-shirt into the lounge area. It was completely silent. There were tell-tale signs that the others had awoken (Coffee pots, pop tart boxes, and half-eaten cereal to name a few). He frowned and looked at the clock. It read 11:34am. “Where...?”
He shuffled back through the bunks and into the back lounge to find it in the same state - deserted. Brendon gulped and played with the hem of his shirt. He eased himself onto the cold leather of the sofa and jumped slightly at the temperature difference. Brendon looked around and sighed. “Where's the...” He looked behind himself and stuck his hand between the cushions in search of the remote control.
“Here.” A voice said from above Brendon, slightly shaky and nervous to his ears.
Brendon turned back around to look at the person that spoke, and his heart sank to the ground. “Oh.”
Ryan's face looked the same, emotionless and stony, but there was something else Brendon couldn't put his finger on. He took the remote out of Ryan's shaking hand and looked at his feet. “So... Uhm... Where are the gu-”
“I heard you last night.” Ryan interrupted in one hurried breath.
Brendon was completely still. His heart stopped, and he could have died right there. He felt the heated flush creep up his neck. “I-- Ryan, what are you even... I didn't... What do you... What...”
He heard Ryan gulp and take a deep breath. “You... moaned/ my name, Brendon... I can't... Not hear that. I know you were... You know.”
Brendon closed his eyes and forced the remaining air from his lungs out through his nose. “Ryan... I'm... I.”
His breathing hitched when he felt fingertips slowly graze his scalp, they went deeper and curled, collecting a fist-full of his dark brown hair, before tugging hard upwards towards the ceiling. Brendon gasped and allowed himself to be pulled up, his knees cracked as he straightened up in front of Ryan. His right hand remained entwined in Brendon's hair, and Brendon didn't move an inch in fear of hurting himself.
The rough pads of Ryan's fingers stroked passed Brendon's cheek, and curled around the back of his neck. Brendon's pulse was racing, and he could feel his blood boil as Ryan released his hair slowly, before bringing his hand around the back of Brendon's neck to join the other. Ryan remained still, and Brendon could feel his heavy, warm breath upon his cheek.
So many thoughts were racing through Brendon's head, he was light-headed, and the experience was not pleasant. Ryan's breath slowly moved from Brendon's cheek, to Brendon's ear, and he whispered, “You'll always be my friend, Brendon. You can reject me, but let me have one thing, and I'll be happy.”
Brendon took in a deep breath through his mouth, and nodded. He felt Ryan move back from his ear, and back in the center of his face. Without any warning, Brendon's lips were tingling at the sensation of Ryan's breath, and the sweet collision of their lips made Brendon see sparks. He couldn't understand that this was happening, this was real and this was reality. Ryan's lips pressed against his, and he was returning this kiss. He didn't want to think of the consequences, he wanted this moment. Brendon's hands sunk to Ryan's hips, and he could feel the protruding bones beneath the stretched pale skin.
As Brendon rubbed circles into the hollow patch of skin between his hipbones and his stomach with his thumbs, he felt Ryan's lips part mere millimeters, enough to allow his thin tongue to slip its way through towards Brendon's. It parted them slowly, and Brendon honestly couldn't feel any better than he did at that moment. He felt Ryan's tongue brush against his own gently, and Brendon mewled in the very back of his throat at the sensation. Brendon pushed his tongue calmly through into Ryan's mouth, and the slow grind of give and take between their bodies. And Brendon could finally confirm that, yeah, he likes kissing.
Ryan's hands tangled their way into his hair once again, and Brendon's arms wrapped themselves around Ryan's waist, pulling him closer to his heated body. Their tongues ran alongside each other, slipping in between each others parted lips, and Brendon wanted this so much.
His hands edged their way to the hem of Ryan's shirt. Ryan broke away and tugged it over his head, revealing the tight pale skin that stretched over his frame, the fading stomach muscles that Brendon wanted to trace his tongue over. He threw Ryan's shirt to the floor and ran his eyes over Ryan's body.
“Can... Can you...?” Ryan stuttered out as he pointed towards Brendon's own shirt.
Brendon nodded eagerly, he stripped himself of his shirt and threw it down beside Ryan's. Slowly, Brendon shuffled forward and placed his hands back on Ryan's hips. He attached his lips to Ryan's neck and heard him moan as he sucked, making sure he left a mark on his perfect skin. “Bren... Blow me... Please, your lips are just...”
Wordlessly, he fumbled at Ryan's jeans. He popped open the button and tugged the zip downwards. Brendon watched Ryan shuffle his way out of them and kick them over towards their shirts. When he looked down to Ryan's boxers, Brendon could have died.
Brendon has been with guys before. He has seen Ryan naked, but not like this. To put it simply; Ryan has a huge dick.
“You don't have to, Br-” Ryan was interrupted by the palm of Brendon's hand pressing into his crotch, and Ryan felt like he was going to cum there and then.
He sunk to his knees in front of Ryan. One hand was placed steadily on Ryan's hip as he pulled his tented boxers down, allowing them to drop straight to the ground. Brendon's tongue darted out and licked the damp tip and watched Ryan shudder. He wrapped his lips around Ryan's cock and took each inch into his mouth, he looked up to Ryan's face and felt accomplished when he saw his chest rise and fall at a quickened pace. One inch away from his base and Brendon moaned, sending vibrations through Ryan's cock, and gaining one throaty groan from Ryan's parted lips.
Brendon picked up a pace, sucking harder with every movement. Ryan gasped hard each time he hit the back of Brendon's throat, his hands grabbed for his hair once again. Brendon could taste the pre-cum coat the back of his tongue thickly as Ryan's hand tightened. “Bren... Oh my God... Brendon...”
Brendon's pace quickened once more, he sucked harder and pushed Ryan's hips closer to his face. He could feel Ryan throb within his mouth as he released a strangled cry, and within seconds, three splatters of cum hit the back of Brendon's throat, and two more filled his mouth. He pulled Ryan's dick away from his lips and swallowed as much as he could quickly. When he was finished, he looked up to a flushed Ryan and realized what just happened. “Ryan...”
Ryan bundled up his clothes and shuffled off towards his bunk in silence. Brendon sat down on the sofa in shock, but after a few moments he regained composure and beat off in record time.
Two rule were broken - kissing a band member, and leaving someone hanging.
~~
The day after the “lounge incident” (as Brendon had named it) he avoided Ryan at all costs. They only communicated on-stage, and even then it was only one or two words thrown between them for the fans sake. Jon and Spencer were out on one of their excursions to The Hush Sounds bus, Zack had joined them, and Eric was organizing Black Gold's new album over the phone. Brendon, however, had opted to sit in the back lounge and watch House/. He didn't give a damn where Ryan was. He really didn't.
“Lie on the sofa.”
Brendon frowned and looked up to see Ryan's emotionless face once again. “Wh--”
Ryan threw down his shirt, and tugged down his already unzipped jeans.“I said, lie on the sofa.”
Brendon obeyed him in fear. He backed up onto the sofa and pressed his back against the cool leather. He watched as Ryan left the lounge and pulled back the curtain to his bunk. Brendon heard Ryan curse as he shuffled items around in his bunk. He pulled himself back upright and came towards Brendon with a small bottle and a small wrapper in his large hands. Ryan walked over to Brendon's legs and settled down between them. Without being told, Brendon shuffled out of his pajama pants and band shirt, and threw them down into an unknown corner of the lounge. He bit his lip as he watched Ryan slick up his fingers using the small bottle of lube. Ryan leaned down and kissed the inside of Brendon's thigh. “This will probably hurt.”
Brendon nodded (and left out the fact that he has/ done this before) and took deep and calming breaths, because Ryan was about to finger fuck/ him, for Christs' sake.
He felt Ryan's slick index finger push through the tight ring of muscle, and Brendon whined out for more. He helped Ryan with his pleasure yesterday, now he needed to return the favor, he was not going to be left with a boner again. He felt Ryan's middle finger push into him, and Brendon chewed his lip, the slight burn now beginning to weave its way into his conscious mind. His eyes connected with Ryan's as he pushed in a third, and Brendon winced at the pain of the burn. He quickly adjusted and nodded at Ryan. “Yesyesyesjustdoityeah.”
Ryan wiped his hand on his t-shirt beside him, he picked up the small foil square and tore it open. He rolled on the condom, and slicked himself up with the small bottle of lube. Throughout this, Brendon felt so goddamn empty and he just wanted Ryan inside him. Was it too much to ask for?
“They won't be back for a while, will they?” Brendon asked shakily.
Ryan shook his head and looked up at Brendon with hooded, dark eyes. They both exchanged a silent agreement, and Ryan lined his dick up with Brendon's entrance. He slowly pushed in, and Brendon really had forgot that Ryan is big. His mouth fell open and he felt the burn grow deeper. He felt Ryan stop within him, and he really had enough. He grabbed Ryan's forearm and squeezed. “Don't fucking stop.”
“Are you... Are you sure? Fuck, you're tight.”
Brendon nodded breathlessly, and Ryan pushed further into him, slowly stretching him out. He chewed his lip as he pulled back, almost pulling out completely, before he slammed into Brendon hard. Brendon saw sparks and threw his head back in a groan. “Fuck. Do that again. Now.”
Ryan slammed into him again, and Brendon got the same feeling from the exact same spot. Ryan's hips continued to push deep into him, the sound of skin on skin filling the bus, accompanied by the murmurs of moans and groans from both men. This is what Brendon's dream was on the night Ryan heard him beat off, this was it. Ryan's hand wrapped around Brendon's dick and stroked sloppily, his pre-cum coating his long and spindly fingers. Brendon could feel the pleasure dwell within the pit of his stomach, he wanted his relief now more than ever.
Brendon's breathing quickened, and his cock was throbbing under Ryan's pumping hand. “Ry... Ry, oh my God...”
Ryan nodded, both his hips and his hand quickened once more. Brendon's eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked, he released a throaty groan as his muscles contracted and white splatters painted Ryan's hand and his own stomach. Ryan's hips slammed into Brendon over and over, before he whimpered and shuddered to a halt. The two men lay there, only the sounds of their heavy and labored breathing filled the back lounge.
No words were exchanged when Ryan slid out of Brendon; he tied up the condom and threw it into the trash. Brendon tugged on his shirt and pajama pants hurriedly, eager to wipe the drying cum off his stomach. Ryan slipped on his boxers and jeans and discarded his cum-streaked shirt into his bunk. In silence, the two men looked at each other, trying to figure out what just happened between them.
“Ry... What are we?” Brendon asked innocently.
Ryan looked into Brendon's eyes, and a playful glint was within his honey-colored orbs. “Whatever you want us to be,” he replied, before picking out a shirt without looking from his bunk, and walked out of the bus, tugging it over his head.
Brendon stood alone in the back lounge in silence. He contemplated what had happened over the past few days, and smirked, before following Ryan out of the bus.
Brendon had realized the rules were made to be broken.