Love and a Lapdance [5/6 ryden]
Title: Detox
Author: silver_etoile
Rating: R
POV: Third
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: Ryan owes Brendon for that little lapdance stunt and he's prepared to pay Brendon back.
A/N: i dont have much to say except i'm working on posting everything before I post totally new stuff.
Reread: 1, 2, 3, 4
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Brendon hadn’t asked anything much beyond the occasional, ‘so what today?’ but some questions had been burning inside for a while. He couldn’t bring himself to ask Ryan, though, when things seemed to be going so well.
Instead, he just sat on Ryan’s couch, flipping through the channels and carefully avoiding the questions that worked to burst from his mouth in a most untimely fashion as they usually did.
Ryan was in the kitchen doing something and had just ushered Brendon in as usual, greeting him with a soft squeeze on his upper arm and telling him to relax. Brendon had to admit that he was a little nervous as he sat on the couch, his leg bouncing, and the television playing a repetitive infomercial.
“Ryan?” he called finally and Ryan appeared at the door to the kitchen.
“I was just making coffee. You want some?”
Brendon stared for a minute and then shook his head quickly. Ryan paused then came out, cocking his head to the side.
“Everything alright?”
“Fine,” Brendon said quickly and Ryan paused again. Finally, he smiled and reached for Brendon’s hand, tugging him off the couch.
“I think I know what’ll make you feel better,” he said, and Brendon perked up slightly. He couldn’t admit that he didn’t like what he and Ryan got together to do anyway.
Ryan tugged him towards the bedroom and Brendon followed obediently, eager to see what was next.
Ryan’s bedroom looked much the same as always as Brendon sat down on the bed and waited dubiously. Ryan flicked on the bedside lamp and sat down next to Brendon.
“Hey, Bren?” he asked after a minute and Brendon glanced over. “I know we’ve been doing this for a while, but how do you feel about going farther?”
Brendon wasn’t sure exactly what Ryan meant by that, but a part of him hoped it was the direction Brendon was thinking.
“Um, sounds good,” he replied slowly, a little uneasy, but interested to learn more.
“Oh, good,” Ryan murmured, crawling back. “Come here.”
Brendon moved slowly, letting Ryan pull him back and push him onto his back.
Their first kiss was slow, Ryan leaning over him, his lips brushing over Brendon’s almost sweetly, but then it changed and Ryan was on top of him, his weight firmly sinking down on him. Brendon could feel Ryan’s hips pressed to his carefully.
Ryan kissed him deeply, letting his hands wander down Brendon’s body. His hips dug down and Brendon let out a small whimper against Ryan’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip.
“Bren,” Ryan whispered when he pulled away, shifting his hips down so that his covered erection slid against Brendon’s almost torturously and Brendon whined at the friction.
“What?” Brendon managed to ask, his eyes unfocused but gazing down Ryan’s body, at his slim torso and long arms that held himself up.
“Remember what I said last time?”
Pausing, Brendon tried to remember. “That I shouldn’t doubt you?”
Ryan paused. “Yes, remember that for later.” He shifted again, bringing his mouth to Brendon’s ear and teasing the lobe slowly. “I meant the part about there being fun things to do without words.”
“Oh,” Brendon breathed against Ryan’s skin as Ryan bit his ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. “Yeah, I remember that.”
“Are you still interested?” he murmured, his breath hot in Brendon’s ear and there was no way Brendon could have denied it.
Nodding his head quickly, he seemed to babble for a moment. “Yes, yes, please, I want-” He didn’t finish as Ryan shifted back, their hips rubbing together again for an agonizing moment in which Brendon gasped and bit his lip hard.
“Take off your clothes,” Ryan muttered, reaching for his own shirt and pulling it off.
Brendon scrambled to undress, tearing off his shirt and fumbling with his jeans, having difficulties to pull them down with Ryan still on top of him. Ryan helped him after a minute, hooking his thumbs under the waist and tugging them over Brendon’s hips.
Brendon waited eagerly, but was confused when Ryan crawled off of him.
“Ryan, what-”
“Turn over,” Ryan instructed and Brendon glanced up at him carefully. “It’s okay, trust me.” Ryan gave him a reassuring smile and Brendon hesitated only a second before rolling over onto his stomach.
He couldn’t see anything as he propped his head up on his arms, but he felt Ryan’s hands placed comfortingly on his hips.
His boxers were pulled off and Ryan’s fingers skimmed down his hips. He didn’t know what Ryan had planned or what was going on, but it didn’t feel bad. In fact, when Ryan climbed over him and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, he shivered slightly.
“Ryan?”
“Shh,” Ryan hushed him, his mouth gliding down Brendon’s back. His hands traced patterns over Brendon’s hips and Brendon shifted almost restlessly. He couldn’t help getting harder with every kiss Ryan pressed to his skin.
Ryan’s hands on his ass had him jumping slightly. He pressed his mouth against his arm to stop making any stupid noises, but when he felt Ryan’s tongue, hot and wet, swiping across his entrance, he let out a weak whimper.
“What-what,” he panted, trying to twist and see but it was almost impossible.
“No talking, remember?” Ryan reminded him, lifting up for a minute before returning.
His tongue flicked over Brendon’s ass, working its way in deeper. Brendon moaned above him, trying to stop his hips from rutting forward into the mattress as Ryan’s tongue thrust in further, pressing through the tight muscles.
Brendon’s face was hot and he buried it in his arms as he gasped. He could feel Ryan’s tongue, slick and wet, pressing into his body further while Ryan’s fingers kept a firm grasp on his hips.
His hips rutted forward and he was surprised when Ryan lifted them up. He didn’t say anything, though, although his mind was a stream of curses and Ryan’s name. A few unvoiced questions filtered through as well, but he said none of them, merely gasped as his body jerked.
Ryan pressed in harder, feeling Brendon’s body tighten. His hand slid from Brendon’s hip to his front, running down the length of his hard prick, hearing Brendon’s sharp breath.
Pulling away, Ryan let his hand stroke down the length for a minute until Brendon was jerking in his grip and biting down hard on his arm to stop himself from saying anything.
Shifting, Ryan sat up on his knees, thrusting his tongue back in as his hand squeezed Brendon’s cock just enough so that a flash of heat shot through Brendon’s body. Brendon’s whimper was muffled, but Ryan knew it was coming.
With a last pull of Brendon’s throbbing cock, Brendon came in his hand. His body was shaking as he came and his hips slid back against the bed.
Ryan’s eyes followed his progress, watching his back go limp as he spread across the bed, his breathing heavy. He didn’t move as Ryan slid down beside him, smirking at him.
Nuzzling Brendon’s ear, he smiled against it. “Better without words?”
Brendon gave a mumble into the pillow that Ryan couldn’t understand. Ryan just smirked and placed a hand on his smooth back, rubbing slightly.
Brendon lay there for a moment, letting the silence wash over him until he turned his head to gaze at Ryan. Ryan just met his gaze with a smile.
“I have a question,” he said finally and Ryan tilted his head.
“Yeah?”
Brendon paused, shifting to his side and hesitating. “What is this?”
Ryan frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Like, you and me,” Brendon said slowly. “Are we still just friends or…”
Ryan furrowed his eyebrows and shifted closer to Brendon, pushing his hair from his eyes and letting his finger linger on his cheek.
“Let’s put it this way,” Ryan replied. “I don’t do this with any of my other friends.”
Brendon paused and then smiled slightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ryan said seriously. “Imagine what Spencer would do to me.”
Brendon laughed and snuggled closer. “I don’t think he’d be happy.”
Ryan shook his head. “Now, if you want,” he said slowly, almost carefully. “There’s something we could do that I think you might like and maybe you’d believe me.”
“Oh yeah?” Brendon asked hopefully. “Something you don’t do with Spencer?”
“Something I definitely don’t do with Spencer,” Ryan assured him, leaning in for a slow kiss.
“Okay!” Brendon agreed eagerly, smiling against Ryan’s lips and falling into the kiss.
Episode Four Episode Six
Author: silver_etoile
Rating: R
POV: Third
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: Ryan owes Brendon for that little lapdance stunt and he's prepared to pay Brendon back.
A/N: i dont have much to say except i'm working on posting everything before I post totally new stuff.
Reread: 1, 2, 3, 4
*
Brendon hadn’t asked anything much beyond the occasional, ‘so what today?’ but some questions had been burning inside for a while. He couldn’t bring himself to ask Ryan, though, when things seemed to be going so well.
Instead, he just sat on Ryan’s couch, flipping through the channels and carefully avoiding the questions that worked to burst from his mouth in a most untimely fashion as they usually did.
Ryan was in the kitchen doing something and had just ushered Brendon in as usual, greeting him with a soft squeeze on his upper arm and telling him to relax. Brendon had to admit that he was a little nervous as he sat on the couch, his leg bouncing, and the television playing a repetitive infomercial.
“Ryan?” he called finally and Ryan appeared at the door to the kitchen.
“I was just making coffee. You want some?”
Brendon stared for a minute and then shook his head quickly. Ryan paused then came out, cocking his head to the side.
“Everything alright?”
“Fine,” Brendon said quickly and Ryan paused again. Finally, he smiled and reached for Brendon’s hand, tugging him off the couch.
“I think I know what’ll make you feel better,” he said, and Brendon perked up slightly. He couldn’t admit that he didn’t like what he and Ryan got together to do anyway.
Ryan tugged him towards the bedroom and Brendon followed obediently, eager to see what was next.
Ryan’s bedroom looked much the same as always as Brendon sat down on the bed and waited dubiously. Ryan flicked on the bedside lamp and sat down next to Brendon.
“Hey, Bren?” he asked after a minute and Brendon glanced over. “I know we’ve been doing this for a while, but how do you feel about going farther?”
Brendon wasn’t sure exactly what Ryan meant by that, but a part of him hoped it was the direction Brendon was thinking.
“Um, sounds good,” he replied slowly, a little uneasy, but interested to learn more.
“Oh, good,” Ryan murmured, crawling back. “Come here.”
Brendon moved slowly, letting Ryan pull him back and push him onto his back.
Their first kiss was slow, Ryan leaning over him, his lips brushing over Brendon’s almost sweetly, but then it changed and Ryan was on top of him, his weight firmly sinking down on him. Brendon could feel Ryan’s hips pressed to his carefully.
Ryan kissed him deeply, letting his hands wander down Brendon’s body. His hips dug down and Brendon let out a small whimper against Ryan’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip.
“Bren,” Ryan whispered when he pulled away, shifting his hips down so that his covered erection slid against Brendon’s almost torturously and Brendon whined at the friction.
“What?” Brendon managed to ask, his eyes unfocused but gazing down Ryan’s body, at his slim torso and long arms that held himself up.
“Remember what I said last time?”
Pausing, Brendon tried to remember. “That I shouldn’t doubt you?”
Ryan paused. “Yes, remember that for later.” He shifted again, bringing his mouth to Brendon’s ear and teasing the lobe slowly. “I meant the part about there being fun things to do without words.”
“Oh,” Brendon breathed against Ryan’s skin as Ryan bit his ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. “Yeah, I remember that.”
“Are you still interested?” he murmured, his breath hot in Brendon’s ear and there was no way Brendon could have denied it.
Nodding his head quickly, he seemed to babble for a moment. “Yes, yes, please, I want-” He didn’t finish as Ryan shifted back, their hips rubbing together again for an agonizing moment in which Brendon gasped and bit his lip hard.
“Take off your clothes,” Ryan muttered, reaching for his own shirt and pulling it off.
Brendon scrambled to undress, tearing off his shirt and fumbling with his jeans, having difficulties to pull them down with Ryan still on top of him. Ryan helped him after a minute, hooking his thumbs under the waist and tugging them over Brendon’s hips.
Brendon waited eagerly, but was confused when Ryan crawled off of him.
“Ryan, what-”
“Turn over,” Ryan instructed and Brendon glanced up at him carefully. “It’s okay, trust me.” Ryan gave him a reassuring smile and Brendon hesitated only a second before rolling over onto his stomach.
He couldn’t see anything as he propped his head up on his arms, but he felt Ryan’s hands placed comfortingly on his hips.
His boxers were pulled off and Ryan’s fingers skimmed down his hips. He didn’t know what Ryan had planned or what was going on, but it didn’t feel bad. In fact, when Ryan climbed over him and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, he shivered slightly.
“Ryan?”
“Shh,” Ryan hushed him, his mouth gliding down Brendon’s back. His hands traced patterns over Brendon’s hips and Brendon shifted almost restlessly. He couldn’t help getting harder with every kiss Ryan pressed to his skin.
Ryan’s hands on his ass had him jumping slightly. He pressed his mouth against his arm to stop making any stupid noises, but when he felt Ryan’s tongue, hot and wet, swiping across his entrance, he let out a weak whimper.
“What-what,” he panted, trying to twist and see but it was almost impossible.
“No talking, remember?” Ryan reminded him, lifting up for a minute before returning.
His tongue flicked over Brendon’s ass, working its way in deeper. Brendon moaned above him, trying to stop his hips from rutting forward into the mattress as Ryan’s tongue thrust in further, pressing through the tight muscles.
Brendon’s face was hot and he buried it in his arms as he gasped. He could feel Ryan’s tongue, slick and wet, pressing into his body further while Ryan’s fingers kept a firm grasp on his hips.
His hips rutted forward and he was surprised when Ryan lifted them up. He didn’t say anything, though, although his mind was a stream of curses and Ryan’s name. A few unvoiced questions filtered through as well, but he said none of them, merely gasped as his body jerked.
Ryan pressed in harder, feeling Brendon’s body tighten. His hand slid from Brendon’s hip to his front, running down the length of his hard prick, hearing Brendon’s sharp breath.
Pulling away, Ryan let his hand stroke down the length for a minute until Brendon was jerking in his grip and biting down hard on his arm to stop himself from saying anything.
Shifting, Ryan sat up on his knees, thrusting his tongue back in as his hand squeezed Brendon’s cock just enough so that a flash of heat shot through Brendon’s body. Brendon’s whimper was muffled, but Ryan knew it was coming.
With a last pull of Brendon’s throbbing cock, Brendon came in his hand. His body was shaking as he came and his hips slid back against the bed.
Ryan’s eyes followed his progress, watching his back go limp as he spread across the bed, his breathing heavy. He didn’t move as Ryan slid down beside him, smirking at him.
Nuzzling Brendon’s ear, he smiled against it. “Better without words?”
Brendon gave a mumble into the pillow that Ryan couldn’t understand. Ryan just smirked and placed a hand on his smooth back, rubbing slightly.
Brendon lay there for a moment, letting the silence wash over him until he turned his head to gaze at Ryan. Ryan just met his gaze with a smile.
“I have a question,” he said finally and Ryan tilted his head.
“Yeah?”
Brendon paused, shifting to his side and hesitating. “What is this?”
Ryan frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Like, you and me,” Brendon said slowly. “Are we still just friends or…”
Ryan furrowed his eyebrows and shifted closer to Brendon, pushing his hair from his eyes and letting his finger linger on his cheek.
“Let’s put it this way,” Ryan replied. “I don’t do this with any of my other friends.”
Brendon paused and then smiled slightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ryan said seriously. “Imagine what Spencer would do to me.”
Brendon laughed and snuggled closer. “I don’t think he’d be happy.”
Ryan shook his head. “Now, if you want,” he said slowly, almost carefully. “There’s something we could do that I think you might like and maybe you’d believe me.”
“Oh yeah?” Brendon asked hopefully. “Something you don’t do with Spencer?”
“Something I definitely don’t do with Spencer,” Ryan assured him, leaning in for a slow kiss.
“Okay!” Brendon agreed eagerly, smiling against Ryan’s lips and falling into the kiss.
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