drabble: i missed your skin
this is what happens when i'm away from home for a week. (please ignore my horribly cliche title.)
there's the soft, airy grunt as brendon climaxes, back arching and elbows buckling and ryan wraps miles and miles of his arms around him, pulling him closer, claiming him with anywhere-kisses and breathless murmurs of "bren, brendon, brendon."
the sheets are somewhere they shouldn't be, half on the floor, half on the end of the bed and ryan is whimpering softly into brendon's shoulder, pressing his achey little moans against the tingling skin of his neck.
brendon says, "it's okay." says, "shh." says, "c'mere, i've got you." and he's rolling off of ryan and onto the mattress, falling into place in front of him with his legs threaded through ryan's and ryan gasps at the too much, too soon contact. he jerks away from brendon, enough that brendon curses and apologizes with swipes of his thumb along ryan's jaw and this is the kind of moment that ryan wishes he could write albums about. it's the kind of moment when he feels three sheets to the wind off of words tangled with moans and he's breathing too fast to hear his own heart pounding. the kind of moment that will have a soft orange-y glow clouding the frame of the picture in his mind. the kind of moment he's not sure he'll remember when brendon's stealing away coherency with every gentle press of his lips so he tries to savor every detail.
brendon murmurs three syllables and tucks his nose under ryan's ear.
"love you," ryan whispers back and he curls his fingers around a lock of brendon's hair. he kisses brendon's close-eyed, close-lipped, goofy grin and says, "missed you, too."
"mmh," brendon agrees and kisses ryan softly once more. "i didn't mean to be gone so long."
"s'okay. you're just not allowed to leave again."
brendon chuckles and ryan soaks in the vibrations of his chest beneath his stroking fingers. brendon surrenders with a quiet "'kay" and presses two fingers against the soft skin of ryan's lips. ryan looks down at his fingertips, eyebrows knitted together softly, questioning, but brendon just traces ryan's lower lip like he's finger painting a portrait, careful and ghosting.
"i really did, though," ryan whispers, lips moving hesitantly so as not to devastate brendon's art. "miss you, i mean."
"yeah?" brendon muses, pausing the short strokes of his fingers on the corner of his mouth.
ryan's silent for a moment, looks down hard at the sheets and purses his lips a little. he says "yeah" and it's a bit strained.
brendon hears the sincerity rather than the struggle and smiles softly. his fingers skim inward, gliding over each crack on ryan's dry lips and over the redness lingering from where brendon's teeth gnashed a few minutes prior. he thinks of his flight home and how ryan had looked when brendon first set his bags down at the front door and ryan had thrown himself from the couch and into brendon's arms, scattering forceful, commanding kisses all over his face and lips between idle threats of "you better not ever leave me again" and "i told you to call me when you landed, asshole."
and he thinks of how ryan had looked when brendon first pushed inside after a week of nothing but longing, late night phone calls and their physical contact a distant memory of the goodbye kiss days prior to the growing feeling of loneliness, how his pupils had blown wide and dark and his hands had grappled for more, more, please, brendon, more and brendon had never felt more welcomed home than he did when ryan was pulling him closer, kissing him harder and murmuring his name like a week's worth of silence tumbling out so fast everything slurred together into nothing but a moan.
brendon dusts his finger over the top of ryan's lip and his smile grows wider. "it feels good to be home."
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see, i haven't completely fallen out of fic world :)
i should have something proper out sometime soon (behindthec, i'm staring pointedly at my gsf folder).
i love you all ♥
there's the soft, airy grunt as brendon climaxes, back arching and elbows buckling and ryan wraps miles and miles of his arms around him, pulling him closer, claiming him with anywhere-kisses and breathless murmurs of "bren, brendon, brendon."
the sheets are somewhere they shouldn't be, half on the floor, half on the end of the bed and ryan is whimpering softly into brendon's shoulder, pressing his achey little moans against the tingling skin of his neck.
brendon says, "it's okay." says, "shh." says, "c'mere, i've got you." and he's rolling off of ryan and onto the mattress, falling into place in front of him with his legs threaded through ryan's and ryan gasps at the too much, too soon contact. he jerks away from brendon, enough that brendon curses and apologizes with swipes of his thumb along ryan's jaw and this is the kind of moment that ryan wishes he could write albums about. it's the kind of moment when he feels three sheets to the wind off of words tangled with moans and he's breathing too fast to hear his own heart pounding. the kind of moment that will have a soft orange-y glow clouding the frame of the picture in his mind. the kind of moment he's not sure he'll remember when brendon's stealing away coherency with every gentle press of his lips so he tries to savor every detail.
brendon murmurs three syllables and tucks his nose under ryan's ear.
"love you," ryan whispers back and he curls his fingers around a lock of brendon's hair. he kisses brendon's close-eyed, close-lipped, goofy grin and says, "missed you, too."
"mmh," brendon agrees and kisses ryan softly once more. "i didn't mean to be gone so long."
"s'okay. you're just not allowed to leave again."
brendon chuckles and ryan soaks in the vibrations of his chest beneath his stroking fingers. brendon surrenders with a quiet "'kay" and presses two fingers against the soft skin of ryan's lips. ryan looks down at his fingertips, eyebrows knitted together softly, questioning, but brendon just traces ryan's lower lip like he's finger painting a portrait, careful and ghosting.
"i really did, though," ryan whispers, lips moving hesitantly so as not to devastate brendon's art. "miss you, i mean."
"yeah?" brendon muses, pausing the short strokes of his fingers on the corner of his mouth.
ryan's silent for a moment, looks down hard at the sheets and purses his lips a little. he says "yeah" and it's a bit strained.
brendon hears the sincerity rather than the struggle and smiles softly. his fingers skim inward, gliding over each crack on ryan's dry lips and over the redness lingering from where brendon's teeth gnashed a few minutes prior. he thinks of his flight home and how ryan had looked when brendon first set his bags down at the front door and ryan had thrown himself from the couch and into brendon's arms, scattering forceful, commanding kisses all over his face and lips between idle threats of "you better not ever leave me again" and "i told you to call me when you landed, asshole."
and he thinks of how ryan had looked when brendon first pushed inside after a week of nothing but longing, late night phone calls and their physical contact a distant memory of the goodbye kiss days prior to the growing feeling of loneliness, how his pupils had blown wide and dark and his hands had grappled for more, more, please, brendon, more and brendon had never felt more welcomed home than he did when ryan was pulling him closer, kissing him harder and murmuring his name like a week's worth of silence tumbling out so fast everything slurred together into nothing but a moan.
brendon dusts his finger over the top of ryan's lip and his smile grows wider. "it feels good to be home."
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see, i haven't completely fallen out of fic world :)
i should have something proper out sometime soon (behindthec, i'm staring pointedly at my gsf folder).
i love you all ♥