What a Marshmallow
Title: What a Marshmallow
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon,
Summary: Date nights are nice and all, but there should always be room for three: Brendon, Ryan, and Ryan's cock
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author's Notes: I was standing in the ridiculous line at New Moon and I was texting ipanicdaily and the conversation went in this direction, so enjoy. Some movie theatre handjobs for the ride home.
Brendon enjoys being famous. He really does. There are the fans, the glamour, getting into movie theatres with just a smile, or a bash of an eye. But he found out, the hard way mind you, that it always didn't work.
Ryan should not be paying for a ticket to go see New Moon because he is with Brendon. He is with Brendon, who is smiling, and being charming. This is outrageous.
Brendon crosses his arms. "Put your wallet away," Brendon orders. Ryan rolls his eyes and doesn't look like he's going to be swayed by Brendon's orders. Life would be simpler if Ryan would just listen to Brendon.
The lady in front of them seems bored. "If you don't pay me the money, I'm gonna have to ask you two to leave the line," she replies dryly.
Brendon smiles and pushes Ryan to the side in a "let me take care of this real fast, and we'll be on our way. Brendon cocks his hip and leans against the counter. He looks down at her nametag and it says "Lisa".
Brendon tries to pick something imaginary off of the desk. "Lisa, dear. I know you work really hard, and it's your job, but do you think you can be a dear," he lifts his head up and looks at her through his eyelashes. Works every time. "And let me and my friend into New Moon for free?"
Lisa blinks at him a couple of times, but sighs none the less. "Unless you are Robert Pattinson, or Taylor Lautner, I can't let you in for free."
Brendon stomps his foot, and he can see Ryan shaking his head and smiling on the side of him. "I'm famous, so I should be let in for free!" Brendon shouted.
The girl wasn't fazed, and right when she moves to press the red button which summons security, Ryan throws down twenty dollars. "Two for New Moon, please?"
Lisa rolls her eyes and gets them tickets. She gives Ryan a dollar extra, but it's not like Brendon's going to say anything about it. Ryan probably doesn't even realize it. He's kind of fruitful with money, as long as he has it, he's happy. Which he should not be happy about is that he just got jipped eighteen dollars.
"You didn't have to do that, y'know. I could have gotten us in for free," Brendon mutters.
Ryan snorts as they make their way towards the food stand. "Before or after security carted us away, hmm?" It was Brendon's turn to roll his eyes. They weren't going to call security on them, and if Ryan thought that, then Ryan just doesn't have any trust in him. Brendon could have pulled that off. He could have that girl giving them money. Brendon is just that good.
"Besides," Ryan continues, after he orders two popcorns and a large soda. "You are the biggest drama queen when you don't get your way. It's just a movie, I can treat you, and it’s not that big of a deal."
Brendon huffs and yanks one of the popcorns and heads straight for the butter center, also known as: high cholesterol central. "You just don't want to miss your precious Edward."
"Caught me," Ryan hides a smile as he sneaks a kiss onto Brendon's cheek. Brendon turns around to make sure no one saw them, but Ryan just rolls his eyes, once again. They were going to fall out of his skull pretty soon. "Chill out. Like the lady said: If you're not Robert Pattinson, no one really gives a shit who you are."
Brendon laughs at that, and if Ryan was being cool about the public displays of affection, he certainly wasn't going to complain. He turned around the corner and he can't believe it. "Is the fucking Pope coming, Jesus Christ!" He complains. The line is long enough to be for a ride at Cedar Point. Which he seriously didn't doubt. The line was large enough to span from Ohio to California.
Ryan takes the last place in the freakishly long line. "Come on, this is why we're here early after all."
Brendon mocks him but takes a spot next to him in line.
---
The movie isn't really taking Brendon's attention. He gets it. Hot vampires, kind of weirdly hot girl, super hot werewolf, sexual tension. It makes for a good movie, but the only thing Brendon is interested in is Ryan's cock. It had taken over Brendon's mind the majority of the movie. Now that it was almost over, he couldn't get it out of his mind.
Date nights are nice and all, but there should always be room for three: Brendon, Ryan, and Ryan's cock. There was a slight problem with Brendon's plan of action. Well, two, but one was less important.
The less important reason is the fact that there are girls surrounding them. Brendon looks around, and it is like wall to wall girls, girls, and more girls. There is the occasional guy, but it was kind of weird to do something sexual with Ryan if he was surrounded by people.
Then he notices that all of their attentions are focused on the screen in front of them. That led Brendon to his more important point.
Ryan will not take his eyes off of the fucking screen. He gets it. Edward is hot, whatever the fuck the werewolf's name is also hot, but Ryan needs to learn to be less oblivious when it pertains to his cock.
Brendon reaches around Ryan's shoulders to reach for Ryan's leather jacket. He sets it on Ryan's lap, just in case there are peeking eyes during Brendon's work. Ryan takes his eyes off of the screen for one second to look down at his lap. "I wasn't cold, but thanks?" Then he is back to focusing on the movie.
Brendon rolled his eyes. Ryan practically fails at being indie. Brendon knows that he is kind of indie, but that doesn't really cut it. If there is something mainstream Ryan just loves it. Brendon doesn't get it. Jonas Brothers to Twilight, Ryan is just in awe with it. It's kind of humorous how he tries to be so indie and hipster-like when his true personality is completely opposite.
Brendon doesn't care about that right now, though. "Mmhmm. That's nice. Unzip your pants," Brendon tries to sound as nonchalant as he can. He's hoping that Ryan's obliviousness passes over into watching movies because that would be kind of funny to watch Ryan's face go from concentrated to whoa someone's touching my cock.
Ryan nods without looking from the screen, and Brendon loves this power over Ryan. He slides his hand underneath the jacket and places it on Ryan's crotch, he's not totally soft, which surprises Brendon, but he just starts palming Ryan through his jeans.
Ryan scoots down on the chair, and spreads his legs so Brendon can work a little better and he seems so completely down with this plan. Brendon leans against Ryan's side so it looks like they are just cuddling like any old couple would do at the movies. It's cute, even if no one around them knew exactly what they are doing.
Brendon nibbles on Ryan's neck, and feels Ryan tense and takes his hand off of his armrest and lead Brendon's own hand into his pants. Brendon smiles at Ryan's willingness of being jerked off in the middle of the movie theatre.
Brendon starts to stroke slowly, up and down, just to tease Ryan. That was how Ryan liked it when they were at home. He likes to work for it, so it should work in real life, also. He keeps leaving kisses against Ryan's neck. This was perfect. If only Brendon thought of this in the beginning of the movie. He could have saved his boredom throughtout it.
Suddenly he feels Ryan's left hand slowly creeping over to his thigh, and Brendon grips Ryan's cock a little tighter. Unfair. Brendon starts to stroke a little rougher. Ryan's fingertips ghost over his inner thigh, and Brendon didn't want to play dirty because they were in public but drastic measures have to be taken.
He's going to make Ryan come if it is the last thing he does. He feels Ryan's breathing getting rougher, and fuck him if he thought he could distract Brendon. Brendon is going to make Ryan moan in the movie theatre. He probably would try his hardest not to, but he likes seeing Ryan squirm to be quiet.
He lifts the armrest up so it wouldn't be digging into Brendon's side, and this worked much better. He presses up against Ryan's side and presses his lips up to Ryan's ear, as he starts to slow down his thrusts. Ryan turns away from the screen in front of them to glare at Brendon.
Brendon just smiles, and tries to go as slow as possible when he gets to Ryan's tip. He slides his thumb over it and Ryan has to bite his lip to quiet the sounds. He starts kissing around Ryan's ear, and he moans around the same time that all of the little teeny's go "Aww!" Brendon was lost in the movie an hour ago, so near the end he didn't even know what the hell they were going on about.
But, one of the mothers, three seats to Ryan's right heard it. "Shhhh," she shushed them. Brendon bites down on Ryan's ear to stifle his laughter, but that does something completely different for Ryan.
That makes him come over the edge. Brendon bites down harder and tries to shelter Ryan's poor coat from being hit. It works, but it got Brendon's hand filthy. Out of the corner of Brendon's eye, he sees the credits start to roll, and the applause start up and he knows it was time to go.
"Movie's over, put it away. Hurry, hurry," Brendon rushes. Ryan sighs, but puts himself back in his pants, and startes to zip up, slowly. Brendon reaches for the napkins and started to wipe his hands. It's kind of dirty, but he'll make sure to wash his hands before they leave.
He's wiping his hands off when one of the usher was making his way up to where they were seated. He takes one look at them, Brendon wiping his hands, and Ryan with his jacket on his lap and scoffs. "Fucking fags!"
Brendon blinks for one second and then glares at the guy in front of him. "I was wiping my hands because I got butter all over them," he mutters in between his teeth, pulling the "discrimation because I'm gay card" and the guy looks scared shitless.
Perfect.
---
"Once again, I am so sorry that you were subjected to that kind of behavior in our theatres. We promise that won't happen again. Here's your refund from tonight, and a free movie pass for the both of you," The manager informs them, as Lisa gives them their money back, with two free passes on top of it.
Brendon nods and puts the items back in his wallet. "I'm glad not all of your workers act like he did. Have a nice night."
Brendon turns around and Ryan is following dutifully behind him. Once they pass through the doors, Brendon laughs loudly. "I must be Robert Pattinson because we just got into that movie, and another one for free!" Brendon fist pumps into the air, and heads towards his car.
Ryan's smiling, and this made Brendon slow his stride. Usually Ryan's post-orgasm haze ended by then, so he wasn't sure why he was so happy. Ryan knocks into Brendon’s' shoulders. "You know I only came to the image of Robert Pattinson, right?"
Brendon has the keys and walked in front of Ryan. He has every intention of leaving him at the theatre to rot. Ryan's walking faster to beat him, but Brendon is hell bent on beating him to the car. He reaches the drivers door and slides in, slams the door and locks all the doors so Ryan can't get in.
Ryan makes it to the passenger's window as Brendon puts the keys into the ignition. "Brendon, come on, let me in," he begs.
Brendon just smiles as he backs out of the parking space. He rolls the window down when he makes it to the main lane. "Maybe your precious Edward Cullen can come pick you up," he teases before speeding off down the lane.
Ryan sighs and waits for Brendon to make a circle before he was back in front of Ryan. Ryan rolls his eyes and gets into Brendon's car.
fin
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Author: stfu_pwentzz
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon,
Summary: Date nights are nice and all, but there should always be room for three: Brendon, Ryan, and Ryan's cock
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author's Notes: I was standing in the ridiculous line at New Moon and I was texting ipanicdaily and the conversation went in this direction, so enjoy. Some movie theatre handjobs for the ride home.
Brendon enjoys being famous. He really does. There are the fans, the glamour, getting into movie theatres with just a smile, or a bash of an eye. But he found out, the hard way mind you, that it always didn't work.
Ryan should not be paying for a ticket to go see New Moon because he is with Brendon. He is with Brendon, who is smiling, and being charming. This is outrageous.
Brendon crosses his arms. "Put your wallet away," Brendon orders. Ryan rolls his eyes and doesn't look like he's going to be swayed by Brendon's orders. Life would be simpler if Ryan would just listen to Brendon.
The lady in front of them seems bored. "If you don't pay me the money, I'm gonna have to ask you two to leave the line," she replies dryly.
Brendon smiles and pushes Ryan to the side in a "let me take care of this real fast, and we'll be on our way. Brendon cocks his hip and leans against the counter. He looks down at her nametag and it says "Lisa".
Brendon tries to pick something imaginary off of the desk. "Lisa, dear. I know you work really hard, and it's your job, but do you think you can be a dear," he lifts his head up and looks at her through his eyelashes. Works every time. "And let me and my friend into New Moon for free?"
Lisa blinks at him a couple of times, but sighs none the less. "Unless you are Robert Pattinson, or Taylor Lautner, I can't let you in for free."
Brendon stomps his foot, and he can see Ryan shaking his head and smiling on the side of him. "I'm famous, so I should be let in for free!" Brendon shouted.
The girl wasn't fazed, and right when she moves to press the red button which summons security, Ryan throws down twenty dollars. "Two for New Moon, please?"
Lisa rolls her eyes and gets them tickets. She gives Ryan a dollar extra, but it's not like Brendon's going to say anything about it. Ryan probably doesn't even realize it. He's kind of fruitful with money, as long as he has it, he's happy. Which he should not be happy about is that he just got jipped eighteen dollars.
"You didn't have to do that, y'know. I could have gotten us in for free," Brendon mutters.
Ryan snorts as they make their way towards the food stand. "Before or after security carted us away, hmm?" It was Brendon's turn to roll his eyes. They weren't going to call security on them, and if Ryan thought that, then Ryan just doesn't have any trust in him. Brendon could have pulled that off. He could have that girl giving them money. Brendon is just that good.
"Besides," Ryan continues, after he orders two popcorns and a large soda. "You are the biggest drama queen when you don't get your way. It's just a movie, I can treat you, and it’s not that big of a deal."
Brendon huffs and yanks one of the popcorns and heads straight for the butter center, also known as: high cholesterol central. "You just don't want to miss your precious Edward."
"Caught me," Ryan hides a smile as he sneaks a kiss onto Brendon's cheek. Brendon turns around to make sure no one saw them, but Ryan just rolls his eyes, once again. They were going to fall out of his skull pretty soon. "Chill out. Like the lady said: If you're not Robert Pattinson, no one really gives a shit who you are."
Brendon laughs at that, and if Ryan was being cool about the public displays of affection, he certainly wasn't going to complain. He turned around the corner and he can't believe it. "Is the fucking Pope coming, Jesus Christ!" He complains. The line is long enough to be for a ride at Cedar Point. Which he seriously didn't doubt. The line was large enough to span from Ohio to California.
Ryan takes the last place in the freakishly long line. "Come on, this is why we're here early after all."
Brendon mocks him but takes a spot next to him in line.
---
The movie isn't really taking Brendon's attention. He gets it. Hot vampires, kind of weirdly hot girl, super hot werewolf, sexual tension. It makes for a good movie, but the only thing Brendon is interested in is Ryan's cock. It had taken over Brendon's mind the majority of the movie. Now that it was almost over, he couldn't get it out of his mind.
Date nights are nice and all, but there should always be room for three: Brendon, Ryan, and Ryan's cock. There was a slight problem with Brendon's plan of action. Well, two, but one was less important.
The less important reason is the fact that there are girls surrounding them. Brendon looks around, and it is like wall to wall girls, girls, and more girls. There is the occasional guy, but it was kind of weird to do something sexual with Ryan if he was surrounded by people.
Then he notices that all of their attentions are focused on the screen in front of them. That led Brendon to his more important point.
Ryan will not take his eyes off of the fucking screen. He gets it. Edward is hot, whatever the fuck the werewolf's name is also hot, but Ryan needs to learn to be less oblivious when it pertains to his cock.
Brendon reaches around Ryan's shoulders to reach for Ryan's leather jacket. He sets it on Ryan's lap, just in case there are peeking eyes during Brendon's work. Ryan takes his eyes off of the screen for one second to look down at his lap. "I wasn't cold, but thanks?" Then he is back to focusing on the movie.
Brendon rolled his eyes. Ryan practically fails at being indie. Brendon knows that he is kind of indie, but that doesn't really cut it. If there is something mainstream Ryan just loves it. Brendon doesn't get it. Jonas Brothers to Twilight, Ryan is just in awe with it. It's kind of humorous how he tries to be so indie and hipster-like when his true personality is completely opposite.
Brendon doesn't care about that right now, though. "Mmhmm. That's nice. Unzip your pants," Brendon tries to sound as nonchalant as he can. He's hoping that Ryan's obliviousness passes over into watching movies because that would be kind of funny to watch Ryan's face go from concentrated to whoa someone's touching my cock.
Ryan nods without looking from the screen, and Brendon loves this power over Ryan. He slides his hand underneath the jacket and places it on Ryan's crotch, he's not totally soft, which surprises Brendon, but he just starts palming Ryan through his jeans.
Ryan scoots down on the chair, and spreads his legs so Brendon can work a little better and he seems so completely down with this plan. Brendon leans against Ryan's side so it looks like they are just cuddling like any old couple would do at the movies. It's cute, even if no one around them knew exactly what they are doing.
Brendon nibbles on Ryan's neck, and feels Ryan tense and takes his hand off of his armrest and lead Brendon's own hand into his pants. Brendon smiles at Ryan's willingness of being jerked off in the middle of the movie theatre.
Brendon starts to stroke slowly, up and down, just to tease Ryan. That was how Ryan liked it when they were at home. He likes to work for it, so it should work in real life, also. He keeps leaving kisses against Ryan's neck. This was perfect. If only Brendon thought of this in the beginning of the movie. He could have saved his boredom throughtout it.
Suddenly he feels Ryan's left hand slowly creeping over to his thigh, and Brendon grips Ryan's cock a little tighter. Unfair. Brendon starts to stroke a little rougher. Ryan's fingertips ghost over his inner thigh, and Brendon didn't want to play dirty because they were in public but drastic measures have to be taken.
He's going to make Ryan come if it is the last thing he does. He feels Ryan's breathing getting rougher, and fuck him if he thought he could distract Brendon. Brendon is going to make Ryan moan in the movie theatre. He probably would try his hardest not to, but he likes seeing Ryan squirm to be quiet.
He lifts the armrest up so it wouldn't be digging into Brendon's side, and this worked much better. He presses up against Ryan's side and presses his lips up to Ryan's ear, as he starts to slow down his thrusts. Ryan turns away from the screen in front of them to glare at Brendon.
Brendon just smiles, and tries to go as slow as possible when he gets to Ryan's tip. He slides his thumb over it and Ryan has to bite his lip to quiet the sounds. He starts kissing around Ryan's ear, and he moans around the same time that all of the little teeny's go "Aww!" Brendon was lost in the movie an hour ago, so near the end he didn't even know what the hell they were going on about.
But, one of the mothers, three seats to Ryan's right heard it. "Shhhh," she shushed them. Brendon bites down on Ryan's ear to stifle his laughter, but that does something completely different for Ryan.
That makes him come over the edge. Brendon bites down harder and tries to shelter Ryan's poor coat from being hit. It works, but it got Brendon's hand filthy. Out of the corner of Brendon's eye, he sees the credits start to roll, and the applause start up and he knows it was time to go.
"Movie's over, put it away. Hurry, hurry," Brendon rushes. Ryan sighs, but puts himself back in his pants, and startes to zip up, slowly. Brendon reaches for the napkins and started to wipe his hands. It's kind of dirty, but he'll make sure to wash his hands before they leave.
He's wiping his hands off when one of the usher was making his way up to where they were seated. He takes one look at them, Brendon wiping his hands, and Ryan with his jacket on his lap and scoffs. "Fucking fags!"
Brendon blinks for one second and then glares at the guy in front of him. "I was wiping my hands because I got butter all over them," he mutters in between his teeth, pulling the "discrimation because I'm gay card" and the guy looks scared shitless.
Perfect.
---
"Once again, I am so sorry that you were subjected to that kind of behavior in our theatres. We promise that won't happen again. Here's your refund from tonight, and a free movie pass for the both of you," The manager informs them, as Lisa gives them their money back, with two free passes on top of it.
Brendon nods and puts the items back in his wallet. "I'm glad not all of your workers act like he did. Have a nice night."
Brendon turns around and Ryan is following dutifully behind him. Once they pass through the doors, Brendon laughs loudly. "I must be Robert Pattinson because we just got into that movie, and another one for free!" Brendon fist pumps into the air, and heads towards his car.
Ryan's smiling, and this made Brendon slow his stride. Usually Ryan's post-orgasm haze ended by then, so he wasn't sure why he was so happy. Ryan knocks into Brendon’s' shoulders. "You know I only came to the image of Robert Pattinson, right?"
Brendon has the keys and walked in front of Ryan. He has every intention of leaving him at the theatre to rot. Ryan's walking faster to beat him, but Brendon is hell bent on beating him to the car. He reaches the drivers door and slides in, slams the door and locks all the doors so Ryan can't get in.
Ryan makes it to the passenger's window as Brendon puts the keys into the ignition. "Brendon, come on, let me in," he begs.
Brendon just smiles as he backs out of the parking space. He rolls the window down when he makes it to the main lane. "Maybe your precious Edward Cullen can come pick you up," he teases before speeding off down the lane.
Ryan sighs and waits for Brendon to make a circle before he was back in front of Ryan. Ryan rolls his eyes and gets into Brendon's car.
fin
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