Reposted Ficlet from anon_lovefest
This is not something new. This is something I posted on anon_lovefest awhile ago, which led one of my internet bffs to me, actually, that someone recently asked if I could put all into one place, rather than as comments.
As such, feel free to ignore it. (BUT OMG, GUYS, I SHOULDN'T EVEN SAY THIS, BUT I ACTUALLY AM WORKING ON SOMETHING NEW RIGHT NOW, AND IT IS MCR-CENTRIC AND AU AND I'M WAY EXCITED, NO PUN INTENDED.)
Annnyway. This is a Ryan/Spencer/(Brendon) teenage ficlet of about 2,300 words, R-rated. It doesn't have a title. But here it is!
Ficlet
It wasn’t like there was anything weird about it.
At least, that’s what Ryan said the first time, when they woke up entwined too tightly in Spencer’s double bed, Ryan’s hard-on pressed into Spencer’s hip and Spencer’s own digging into the mattress. “It’s just biology, Spencer,” he said self importantly, sitting up with as much dignity as he could, given the circumstances, and raking a hand through his hair, which had started to grow out. “It’s not anything weird. I mean, it happens to everybody.”
Spencer just buried his face in the mattress and nodded fervently, hoping that Ryan would drop the subject, because it was still embarrassing, no matter what was said about it.
They didn’t talk about it again.
Or, well, not for a while, anyway. Not until the next time Ryan was spending the night and they weren’t so tired from practice that they just dropped into bed and fallen asleep immediately. It felt like ages since they’d actually been able to lie in bed with their foreheads pressed together and fingers clasped (it had started when they were six and seven, and Spencer sometimes got a little scared of sleeping in a then-strange house, and they’d just never kicked the habit, even as teenagers), whispering back and forth in the dark.
Practice had gone particularly well that day, and they’d discussed it in length before lapsing into a comfortable silence, just breathing in tandem. It was calm and quiet, but Spencer wasn’t particularly sleepy yet. All the same, he was content with lying there not talking until Ryan started shifting. It wasn’t anything big, just small twitches, changing position incrementally, and Spencer had known him long enough to get what that meant.
“Ryan? What’s up? Something on your mind?” he asked finally, when it was clear that Ryan wasn’t going to broach whatever subject was bothering him without some prompting.
“Nothing,” Ryan replied, too quickly, and Spencer rolled his eyes in the dark. He gently kicked at Ryan’s shin.
“Come on, what?” he asked, curious despite himself.
Ryan made a little unhappy noise, overly dramatic, as though Spencer was doing him a great wrong by teasing out of him what he obviously wanted to say anyway. “I don’t know if you’d understand,” he stated, voice clothed in pretention. Underneath it, though, Spencer thought he recognized uncertainty, so he held back the urge to snap back something irate and hurt, despite the temptation.
Instead, he told Ryan, “I’ve known you long enough to not be disturbed by even your weirdest ideas. Go ahead, shoot.”
In retrospect, that was probably his downfall, right there.
Ryan shifted again, pressing a little closer, and stretching his hand that wasn’t linked to Spencer’s over him so his upper body was poised above Spencer, just barely. “Um,” Spencer said, because he couldn’t think of a better response.
“I just thought we could try something,” Ryan muttered, trying and failing to sound confident. As if Spencer would shove him away and call him a pervert or something.
In fact, the nervousness was what decided Spencer. He could probably have fashioned a response that wouldn’t embarrass either of them too much while turning Ryan down, but he wanted to show Ryan that he wasn’t weird, or wrong, so instead he just said, “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Just…why?”
Actually, from the looks Ryan had been sneaking over to Brendon during practice, Spencer thought he might know why, and he tried not to be jealous, because that would be ridiculous. “You know,” Ryan said, “Just to try some stuff. It’s supposed to be better with someone else, and you’re my best friend.”
“Okay,” Spencer said again, and that was all it took before Ryan was straddling him, pressing their hips together awkwardly so that Spencer, already half hard, arched up into him without really meaning to. Ryan seemed to accept that as encouragement, and he licked his lips before kissing Spencer. It was so dark that the first time, his mouth wound up somewhere around Spencer’s chin.
Unable to help it, Spencer huffed out a laugh, quickly ended by Ryan trying again, licking into his mouth without preamble at the same time that he started thrusting against Spencer, knees tight on either side of Spencer’s hips, and cocks sliding together with only boxers between them. After that, everything got a little hazy, slick and wet, and Spencer was not at all ashamed to admit it was the hottest thing he’d ever done.
That held true even when both of them came without even getting undressed, and Ryan dropped down panting right into Spencer’s ear.
“Hey, guys, I forgot to tell you, tomorrow I-oh god. Oh my god, I’m sorry, I didn’t-okay, no, you know what? I’m just going to go. I’m so sorry.” Brendon’s voice went from his normal bright, easy speech to stuttering and tripping over itself as he rounded the corner and stopped dead, with eyes wide, staring across the garage at Ryan and Spencer. Before either of them could say anything he was backing up, slamming into the doorframe before managing to get through it.
Spencer groaned and dropped his head back against the wall as Ryan buttoned his jeans and withdrew his thigh from where it had been pressed between Spencer’s legs.
After the first time, it wasn’t that Spencer had felt awkward around Ryan or anything, but he also hadn’t been sure of what was going to happen next. His answer had come a little later that day, when they were playing video games, and Ryan had suddenly put down his controller and said, “So…do you want to…?” and climbed into his lap without waiting for a response.
That was fine, because yes, Spencer definitely did want to. He wanted that a surprising amount.
So this whole…experimenting thing…had been going pretty well.
Except who knew that after Ryan crowded Spencer back against the wall behind the drums, Brendon was going to walk back into the garage after practice, in enough time to get an eyeful of Ryan clinging to Spencer’s hips, his body forming a perfect arc from his head thrown back, along his bare throat, down to his sharp hips as he pushed his dick forward into Spencer’s hand. Spencer, for his part, had been jacking Ryan with one hand, the other cupped behind one of Ryan’s thighs.
“Do you think he’s freaking out? Oh my god, do you think he’s going to quit the band?” Even if Spencer hadn’t known Ryan as well as he did, he would have caught the edge of panic that was coating Ryan’s words.
“I don’t think he’s going to quit the band,” Spencer said, as reassuringly as he could when he was still trying to switch his brain from sex to worry mode.
Ryan was already pushing through the side door, barely listening, and Spencer jogged after him. He was going over what he could say to Brendon, but really, there was nothing that would make what he had seen any less incriminating. Still, if Spencer’s suspicions were correct, Ryan was worried about the wrong thing.
The purple van was still in the driveway, and Ryan stopped abruptly when he had neared it, causing Spencer to almost run into him. “Oh,” he breathed softly, staring at the back window.
Spencer followed his gaze, biting back what might’ve been either a moan or a grin, he wasn’t quite sure.
Brendon was sitting with his feet braced against the floor of the car, face buried in his shoulder and pants wide open, jacking himself feverishly. Though they couldn’t hear anything, it was impossible to miss the way that his shoulders were shuddering with his breaths as well as the motion of his hand, and Spencer swallowed hard, pressing a hand to the front of his pants.
Ryan was still just standing there, but he had brought a hand up to his mouth and was biting down on it as he watched Brendon. Since he didn’t look likely to actually do anything, Spencer took a deep breath and finished walking up to the car, where he pounded on the window with a closed fist.
When Brendon looked up, his eyes were wild, guilty. His mouth opened into an O of shock, and his hair fell in sweaty, messy strands around his face. Looking at him, Spencer had to reach back and fumble for Ryan’s hand, pulling him forward without taking his eyes off of Brendon. When he tried the door, it was locked.
Gesturing for Brendon to open the door, Spencer looked over his shoulder at Ryan. Ryan was still staring at Brendon, hungrily, and when Brendon finally clicked the lock he sprang into action, pulling the door open and clambering inside with Spencer just behind him.
As Ryan situated himself on the far side of Brendon, hunched so that his head wouldn’t hit the ceiling, Spencer could hear him murmur, “Jesus, Bren, in your mom’s van?”
“Sorry,” Brendon started, “I didn’t mean…” but trailed off and looked down at where his cock was still hard against his stomach, face going bright red as he started to tuck himself back in.
Spencer inched a little closer, on his knees on the seat. “Actually,” he said, because Ryan was apparently now mute, “I kind of hope you did mean.”
At that, Brendon’s hands stilled and he looked up. “You…what?” he said.
“For fuck’s sake,” Spencer replied, rolling his eyes, and kissed Brendon. From behind him, he could hear Ryan’s sharp intake of breath, and when he pulled back from Brendon, could see Ryan cupping a hand over the front of his pants, eyes dark.
Brendon’s gaze was darting wildly between them, and he finally managed, “Wait, but aren’t you guys…?”
Already shaking his head, Spencer replied, “No, just…you know, messing around. And you should probably just shut up and accept this, because Ryan really, really wants to kiss you.”
Neither of them moved, even though Brendon’s mouth dropped open a little, so Spencer rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fucking pathetic,” before planting a hand between Ryan’s shoulder blades and steadily pressing him forward until he suddenly seemed to get with the program and practically collapsed onto Brendon, kissing open-mouthed and hard.
Spencer couldn’t help it; he couldn’t be expected to just watch this without touching something, so he snaked a hand between them and wrapped it around Brendon’s cock, bracing his other hand on Brendon’s hip and rubbing his own hips into the seat.
A hand stopped him, and he looked up to see Ryan staring down while Brendon groaned and tried to force his shoulder blades through the seat back. Ryan tugged Spencer up onto his knees again, Spencer’s hand still working at Brendon’s waist, and they leaned together over Brendon. Ryan whispered, “Hey,” and then, “Spencer,” breathily, before they kissed. A hand wrapped around Spencer’s on Brendon’s dick, and he recognized it as Ryan’s without even having to look.
Below them, Brendon groaned, “Oh, fucking hell. Jesus fucking Christ, you guys, holy fuck, you…you…” When Spencer tore his mouth from Ryan’s long enough to glance down at Brendon, Brendon was watching them with his eyelids slipping halfway over his eyes, his hands flailing for somewhere to rest before finally fisting one in Ryan’s shirt and the other in Spencer’s.
Ryan’s hips were thrusting into air, and Spencer was trying to keep from doing the same. When he finally gritted out, “Brendon, touch him,” Brendon shuddered and came over both Ryan and Spencer’s fists. At that, Ryan dropped his head forward, murmuring, “Christ,” and Spencer reached up with his clean hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Ryan turned his head quickly and caught Spencer’s fingers in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking on them.
It was too much-Spencer had to shut his eyes against the wash of sensations, so he wasn’t aware of anything the other two were doing until Ryan hissed and scraped his teeth against Spencer’s fingers. When he looked, Brendon had leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses against Ryan’s cock, through his jeans, breathing hot air as Ryan whimpered and tried not to thrust too much against his face.
With a shaking hand on his waist, Ryan dragged Spencer a little closer, close enough to undo his belt and pants and stick his hand inside. Spencer was already so hard that he yelped at the contact, Ryan holding just a little too tight because with Brendon’s attentions he couldn’t judge what he was doing. Brendon brought a hand up to join his mouth, pawing at Ryan’s pants as Ryan moaned and said, “Just take them off, god,” and then came anyway when Brendon just squeezed like he didn’t know what else to do.
Not sure how he’d held out this long, Spencer looked for a moment at both their utterly debauched faces and that was it, he came into Ryan’s hand hard, hips bucking forward.
As soon as he thought he could control his movements again, he turned himself around and sat down heavily next to Brendon, Ryan following to drape over their laps a few seconds later. All three of them were silent, collecting themselves, and finally Brendon asked in a small voice, “Do you guys do this…often?”
“Often enough,” Spencer replied, and Ryan lifted his head to prop his chin on Brendon’s knee and give a lazy grin. “Passes the time,” he added, voice still deeper than normal.
Brendon made a noncommittal humming noise, reaching over Ryan to grab a pack of hand tissues with Jesus fish on them. He tore the pack open and handed a few to Spencer and Ryan, before starting to clean himself up.
“So,” he said eagerly after a minute, “Does that mean we get to do it again?”