The Portrait of Ryan Ross
Title: The Portrait of Ryan Ross
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon/Keltie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brendon and Keltie are sick of Ryan's hipster shit. They cuff him to a bed and shows him what he really is: a greedy whore
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Because I have no shame, of course. I wrote this for a prompt in anon_lovefest
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Ryan heard steps coming from outside of his bedroom door, and he went to call for help because it was either Alex or Jon.
As soon as he opened his mouth to scream, shout, say something, Brendon's hand was clasped tightly over his mouth.
Ryan took deep breaths with his nose and Keltie was glaring at him from between his legs. She leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. "Ross, if you say a single word I will shove my fist so far up your ass. Then Brendon's fist would join me."
Ryan gulped, as much as he could against Brendon hand, and he didn't doubt her for a second. Hell hath no fury like two exes who wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
Luckily, or unluckily he wasn't sure, the door opened, revealing Alex holding a pink piece of paper.
"So, Ross, they're having bowling tonight. Twenty five for singles, and thirty for couples. Did you want to go, and see if they'd--" Alex looked up with a smile on his face, and it quickly disappeared as he took the scene in.
Ryan was at least a little embarrassed. He was sitting, buck naked, handcuffed to his bed with his ex girlfriend fingering him, and his ex bandmember holding his face down. He looked like a whore.
Alex took a look at them for a second longer, and he wildly pointed to the door, having a little shame because his cheeks had a pink hint to them.
"I'm. I'm just gonna go. I'll be at Jon's hotel, okay?" And with that he escaped the room, as Keltie twisted her fingeres, making Ryan cry out.
Keltie had three fingers shoved into his ass, and he was afraid she was going to really fist him. It would be so easy for her to slide in that fourth finger, just hold him open. Ryan was scared for it to happen, and scared it wouldn't all at the same time.
Keltie shoved her fingers in sharper and harder, making Ryan's hips jerk up. She held him down to the bed, and that was just torture.
"Think you're so cool, with your new hipster friends. What do you think was going through Alex's mind right now?" Keltie bit out.
Brendon released his hand from Ryan's mouth and in the next second Brendon was shoving two fingers down his throat. Ryan moaned around them.
Having sex was nothing like this. He would fuck Kate slow like they didn't have a care in the world. He never had to beg for it.
Keltie's slim fingers felt so good, just grazing over his prostate. She might have been missing on purpose or maybe she didn't know where it was, all Ryan knew was her fingers weren't where he wanted them.
"You look cool now, Ryan. All needy underneath me and Brendon," she moaned, letting her fingers come closer to right there. If only she moved an inch and a half, Ryan would be in heaven.
Brendon took his hands out of Ryan's mouth and he was giving Ryan a look that he knew all too well. "You're lying there, panting. They might not know who you are, who you really are, but we do Ryan."
Keltie took her fingers out of his ass, and he moaned at the loss of contact. This was the exact oppossite of what he wanted. He wanted Brendon's fingers and Keltie's fingers in any opening they could get into.
Ryan looked in between both of them. "Please," he whimpered. Brendon and Keltie exchanged a look.
Brendon turned back to him and straddled his chest. "Knew it. You are a greedly little whore. And me and Kelts know exactly what greedy little whores need.
Brendon sat up a little, and let his cock brush against Ryan's lips. Ryan didn't dare beg, or lean forward, he just sat there. He was afraid if he moved so would Brendon and Keltie.
Keltie had her fingers just rubbing lazy circles around his entrence. Just a tease there. And Brendon had his cock sitting on his lips. Not going anywhere, but just for Ryan to know it's there.
Keltie was rubbing his ass softly, and it seemed like Brendon was going to finally lean in when all of a sudden the room was filled with a large smack!Ryan made a noise in the back of his throat, and he felt Keltie do it again, her nail hitting his skin at the last second. That hurt much more than the slap.
"This should be your next art piece," Brendon whispered. "A body laying on the ground, desire in his eyes, waiting to be wrecked. The background would be tinted green and red for greed and lust."
Ryan moaned, as Keltie slowly inserted a finger. She was going deliberately slow, not even to the knuckle yet, but Brendon kept talking.
"It would be a masterpiece. What would you call it, Ryan?" Keltie had managed to push all the way in when she slowly pushed in the second. "What would it be called," Brendon repeated.
Ryan arched up, and tried to push down on Keltie's fingers. "Whore. I would call it whore," and suddenly Brendon's cock was shoved into Ryan's mouth.
Zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.
It was like that's the moment they were both waiting for, that first push into Ryan's mouth because the second Brendon's cock hit the back of his throat, things simoltaneously started to happen.
Brendon hit the back of his throat, he felt his throat work; gagging slightly, tears leaked out of his eyes, Keltie hit his prostate dead on and his cock twitched against his stomach.
It was so much good and bad and pleasure all at the same time. Time stop at the same exact moment, and before Ryan knew it time resumed and all of it hit him at the same moment.
He gagged, arched and clenched down on Keltie's fingers at the same time.
He could hear his heartbeat in his throat, his ears, his ass, and even in the tip of his hair. Bump bump. Bump bump..
Time crashed, and everything happened so fast, he couldn't stop it. Keltie pushed in her third finger and started hitting his prostate right on. Brendon was shoving his cock down Ryan's throat without holding back a little bit.
Ryan had to sit there and take it, trying his back to not choke on Brendon's cock, and trying not to spill over. He was an adult damnit, and he wasn't going to ruin this by coming too soon.
Brendon takes his cock out of Ryan's mouth and Ryan takes a giant gasp of breath, choking on his spit that entrapts Ryan.
Keltie is moving faster and harder, and jesus fuck why didn't he think to try this when they were dating? Ryan felt the heat pool in his stomach and he just watched Brendon jerk off in front of him.
He knew exactly what Brendon wanted.
"Tell me. Tell us." He whispered, his eyes, slightly close from being so close to his own orgasm.
Keltie kept hitting the spot right on, almost in time with Brendon's hand tempo going up and down on his shaft. In time with Ryan's heartbeats.
Beat, jerk, flick. It went in succession and Ryan couldn't help it. "I want it. I'm a whore. Show me."
Keltie kept her fingers right on his prostate, just rubbing there, and he felt his ass clench down slightly, but he couldn't come yet.
Brendon smiled and Ryan immediately closed his eyes, he felt it hit his cheek and move slowly over to his lips, to the other side of his face.
He heard Keltie's small little gasps, Brendon's heavy breathing, and he licked his lips and that was all he needed, he felt himself let go.
Like a whore, he didn't even need his cock touched, he moaned, and he felt Keltie still pushing into him, and he clenched down on her hand.
Ryan laid there on his bed, not opening his eyes. He had come on his face, his stomach, and he couldn't face the looks of Keltie and Brendon.
Eventually he did open them, and the hard looks that were there the entire time weren't on their faces anymore.
Brendon was leaning over Keltie, rubbing vigorously against her crotch before he heard the familiar breathy sighs before she let go too.
Keltie opened her eyes and looked right at Ryan, and
They just stood there, all looking at each other until their breathing returned to normal.
Ryan felt his wrist cramp up and he knew he would have bruises left there for weeks.
Then before he could even say anything and complain, he had complaints lined up, Brendon was there unlocking the handcuffs.
He got them off, and Ryan slowly took his hands down from the bars of his bed.
Keltie was next to him, smiling at him. Smiling like before he fucked everything up. When they were like this sometimes, the three of them. She rubbed his hair, probably wanted to keep the come on his face to remind him.
"Don't take yourself so seriously," she whispered. And Brendon was next to him, smiling too, and this just wasn't right.
Ryan took a breath. "So, this wasn't like, angry revenge--" He trailed off because it wasn't. He knew it wasn't, and he felt more himself, the old him, than he had in months.
And that's what they wanted all along.
fin
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Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon/Keltie
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brendon and Keltie are sick of Ryan's hipster shit. They cuff him to a bed and shows him what he really is: a greedy whore
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Because I have no shame, of course. I wrote this for a prompt in anon_lovefest
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Ryan heard steps coming from outside of his bedroom door, and he went to call for help because it was either Alex or Jon.
As soon as he opened his mouth to scream, shout, say something, Brendon's hand was clasped tightly over his mouth.
Ryan took deep breaths with his nose and Keltie was glaring at him from between his legs. She leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. "Ross, if you say a single word I will shove my fist so far up your ass. Then Brendon's fist would join me."
Ryan gulped, as much as he could against Brendon hand, and he didn't doubt her for a second. Hell hath no fury like two exes who wanted to fuck the shit out of him.
Luckily, or unluckily he wasn't sure, the door opened, revealing Alex holding a pink piece of paper.
"So, Ross, they're having bowling tonight. Twenty five for singles, and thirty for couples. Did you want to go, and see if they'd--" Alex looked up with a smile on his face, and it quickly disappeared as he took the scene in.
Ryan was at least a little embarrassed. He was sitting, buck naked, handcuffed to his bed with his ex girlfriend fingering him, and his ex bandmember holding his face down. He looked like a whore.
Alex took a look at them for a second longer, and he wildly pointed to the door, having a little shame because his cheeks had a pink hint to them.
"I'm. I'm just gonna go. I'll be at Jon's hotel, okay?" And with that he escaped the room, as Keltie twisted her fingeres, making Ryan cry out.
Keltie had three fingers shoved into his ass, and he was afraid she was going to really fist him. It would be so easy for her to slide in that fourth finger, just hold him open. Ryan was scared for it to happen, and scared it wouldn't all at the same time.
Keltie shoved her fingers in sharper and harder, making Ryan's hips jerk up. She held him down to the bed, and that was just torture.
"Think you're so cool, with your new hipster friends. What do you think was going through Alex's mind right now?" Keltie bit out.
Brendon released his hand from Ryan's mouth and in the next second Brendon was shoving two fingers down his throat. Ryan moaned around them.
Having sex was nothing like this. He would fuck Kate slow like they didn't have a care in the world. He never had to beg for it.
Keltie's slim fingers felt so good, just grazing over his prostate. She might have been missing on purpose or maybe she didn't know where it was, all Ryan knew was her fingers weren't where he wanted them.
"You look cool now, Ryan. All needy underneath me and Brendon," she moaned, letting her fingers come closer to right there. If only she moved an inch and a half, Ryan would be in heaven.
Brendon took his hands out of Ryan's mouth and he was giving Ryan a look that he knew all too well. "You're lying there, panting. They might not know who you are, who you really are, but we do Ryan."
Keltie took her fingers out of his ass, and he moaned at the loss of contact. This was the exact oppossite of what he wanted. He wanted Brendon's fingers and Keltie's fingers in any opening they could get into.
Ryan looked in between both of them. "Please," he whimpered. Brendon and Keltie exchanged a look.
Brendon turned back to him and straddled his chest. "Knew it. You are a greedly little whore. And me and Kelts know exactly what greedy little whores need.
Brendon sat up a little, and let his cock brush against Ryan's lips. Ryan didn't dare beg, or lean forward, he just sat there. He was afraid if he moved so would Brendon and Keltie.
Keltie had her fingers just rubbing lazy circles around his entrence. Just a tease there. And Brendon had his cock sitting on his lips. Not going anywhere, but just for Ryan to know it's there.
Keltie was rubbing his ass softly, and it seemed like Brendon was going to finally lean in when all of a sudden the room was filled with a large smack!Ryan made a noise in the back of his throat, and he felt Keltie do it again, her nail hitting his skin at the last second. That hurt much more than the slap.
"This should be your next art piece," Brendon whispered. "A body laying on the ground, desire in his eyes, waiting to be wrecked. The background would be tinted green and red for greed and lust."
Ryan moaned, as Keltie slowly inserted a finger. She was going deliberately slow, not even to the knuckle yet, but Brendon kept talking.
"It would be a masterpiece. What would you call it, Ryan?" Keltie had managed to push all the way in when she slowly pushed in the second. "What would it be called," Brendon repeated.
Ryan arched up, and tried to push down on Keltie's fingers. "Whore. I would call it whore," and suddenly Brendon's cock was shoved into Ryan's mouth.
Zero to sixty in a matter of seconds.
It was like that's the moment they were both waiting for, that first push into Ryan's mouth because the second Brendon's cock hit the back of his throat, things simoltaneously started to happen.
Brendon hit the back of his throat, he felt his throat work; gagging slightly, tears leaked out of his eyes, Keltie hit his prostate dead on and his cock twitched against his stomach.
It was so much good and bad and pleasure all at the same time. Time stop at the same exact moment, and before Ryan knew it time resumed and all of it hit him at the same moment.
He gagged, arched and clenched down on Keltie's fingers at the same time.
He could hear his heartbeat in his throat, his ears, his ass, and even in the tip of his hair. Bump bump. Bump bump..
Time crashed, and everything happened so fast, he couldn't stop it. Keltie pushed in her third finger and started hitting his prostate right on. Brendon was shoving his cock down Ryan's throat without holding back a little bit.
Ryan had to sit there and take it, trying his back to not choke on Brendon's cock, and trying not to spill over. He was an adult damnit, and he wasn't going to ruin this by coming too soon.
Brendon takes his cock out of Ryan's mouth and Ryan takes a giant gasp of breath, choking on his spit that entrapts Ryan.
Keltie is moving faster and harder, and jesus fuck why didn't he think to try this when they were dating? Ryan felt the heat pool in his stomach and he just watched Brendon jerk off in front of him.
He knew exactly what Brendon wanted.
"Tell me. Tell us." He whispered, his eyes, slightly close from being so close to his own orgasm.
Keltie kept hitting the spot right on, almost in time with Brendon's hand tempo going up and down on his shaft. In time with Ryan's heartbeats.
Beat, jerk, flick. It went in succession and Ryan couldn't help it. "I want it. I'm a whore. Show me."
Keltie kept her fingers right on his prostate, just rubbing there, and he felt his ass clench down slightly, but he couldn't come yet.
Brendon smiled and Ryan immediately closed his eyes, he felt it hit his cheek and move slowly over to his lips, to the other side of his face.
He heard Keltie's small little gasps, Brendon's heavy breathing, and he licked his lips and that was all he needed, he felt himself let go.
Like a whore, he didn't even need his cock touched, he moaned, and he felt Keltie still pushing into him, and he clenched down on her hand.
Ryan laid there on his bed, not opening his eyes. He had come on his face, his stomach, and he couldn't face the looks of Keltie and Brendon.
Eventually he did open them, and the hard looks that were there the entire time weren't on their faces anymore.
Brendon was leaning over Keltie, rubbing vigorously against her crotch before he heard the familiar breathy sighs before she let go too.
Keltie opened her eyes and looked right at Ryan, and
They just stood there, all looking at each other until their breathing returned to normal.
Ryan felt his wrist cramp up and he knew he would have bruises left there for weeks.
Then before he could even say anything and complain, he had complaints lined up, Brendon was there unlocking the handcuffs.
He got them off, and Ryan slowly took his hands down from the bars of his bed.
Keltie was next to him, smiling at him. Smiling like before he fucked everything up. When they were like this sometimes, the three of them. She rubbed his hair, probably wanted to keep the come on his face to remind him.
"Don't take yourself so seriously," she whispered. And Brendon was next to him, smiling too, and this just wasn't right.
Ryan took a breath. "So, this wasn't like, angry revenge--" He trailed off because it wasn't. He knew it wasn't, and he felt more himself, the old him, than he had in months.
And that's what they wanted all along.
fin
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