bartering lines, brendon/ryan, R
Bartering Lines
~850, Panic!, Brendon/Ryan
R for frottage
for violentfires because excel sheets are boring. ♥
“Hey, hey," Brendon says and pulls at Ryan's sleeve, tugging a little until Ryan rolls his eyes and looks up from his book. He tilts a brow at him, and Brendon bites his lip, and then crawls onto the tiny couch, curling his legs under him.
"No," Ryan says, and tries to escape Brendon's hands, fingers, but Brendon's faster, of course he is, he just had two cans of RedBull. "No, no," Ryan continues breathlessly, voice cracking from laughter. "There is just not enough room, and no, tickling is not-" He stops gasping for air when Brendon presses his fingers right into those two spots at his side. "Unfair," he presses out between his teeth; Brendon doesn't care, fingers slipping under Ryan's hoodie, under his T-shirt.
"I like unfair," Brendon growls out, pushing, pulling until Ryan drops his book. "I love unfair. Unfair is my second name." He moves his hands up, fingers ghosting over Ryan skin, and then pulls them back to grip Ryan who's batting at him, legs kicking, cheeks red, eyes fierce.
"Oh, yeah, I know that. Get off, get off," Ryan grits out. Brendon considers him for a moment, and then leans down to plant a kiss on the side of his mouth because beneath all the 'I'm serious, really'-facade, Ryan is kind of grinning. Brendon's sure.
Ryan makes a displeased noise for a moment, but then moves his head a little. "Okay, deal: You can kiss me, but stop tickling me in exchange."
"Only kissing?" Brendon murmurs against his cheek but loosens his grip on Ryan's wrists. "You could give me a blowjob, too. I think I'd like that," he continues with a grin.
Ryan shrugs and starts pushing at his shoulders. "I bet you would. So, no deal?" He's grinning, really, now and Brendon grins back and shakes his head, because, yes, kissing is good, very good. He leans down and kisses Ryan, softly first because you can never be sure, and then a little more eagerly once he's made sure that Ryan won't gut him or something.
Ryan shifts a little under him, and Brendon goes with the movement until they're both lying a little squished, but comfortable on the couch. Brendon moves in again, bites Ryan's lip, and Ryan opens up, mouth soft, kissing back, hands on Brendon's shoulders, then his neck, fingers in his hair pulling tentatively.
"Mh," Ryan makes and shifts a little, so Brendon can move his thigh between Ryan's. "You taste good," he says and kisses Brendon again.
Brendon rolls his hips, once twice, and Ryan seems to approve because he makes a little noise in the back of this throat and pushes back, his cock hard against Brendon's thigh through his pants. Brendon bites Ryan's lip and moves his hands to his hips, pushes his hoodie and T-shirt up to get his fingers on skin, warm and soft to his touch.
"No tickling," Ryan mumbles breathlessly, head falling back while he rubs against Brendon. "We have a--a deal."
"Mhm," Brendon answers, not sure if he's agreeing or not, and moves to kiss Ryan's neck, blow warm air over the soft spot behind his ear, lick his ear.
“Okay, yeah," he eventually says, and then pushes a little at Ryan's left thigh. "Just let me--"
"Yeah, yeah," Ryan nods and shifts so Brendon can settle between his legs. "Mh, much better." He closes his eyes and moves against Brendon, and Brendon moans and kisses him again, sucking and licking, body feeling taught and ready to snap. He moves his hips to meet Ryan's tentative little thrusts, increasing their pace a little, Ryan's breath hot against his cheek.
"Man," he presses out, stopping for a moment to bite Ryan's lip. "I really had planned- I really wanted a blowjob." He laughs a little, hoarsely, and Ryan swats the back of his head and moans before pressing their lips together again.
"Shut up, shut up," Ryan bites his lip, head falling back again, neck exposed and Brendon bites the soft skin there, thrusts against Ryan a little harder, feels him shivering, hears him moan.
"Oh god," Ryan breathes, his grip on Brendon's neck tightening, shudders again, mouth going slack, and Brendon kisses him hard, feels orgasm wash over him too, warm and golden, shooting down his spine and up his cock, and he comes, burying his nose against Ryan's neck. Blacks out and is back again in the blink of a moment, and notices that he's gripping Ryan's hips too hard, that he'll leave bruises.
"Ouch," Ryan whimpers and scoots down the couch a little to let Brendon settle against his chest. "That was stupid."
"Hrm," Brendon answers because his head is still abuzz, post-sex and all, and all he really wants to do is lie here. A moment later Ryan pushes at him and Brendon cocks his head up.
"Hey, hey, deal: I get up so we can shower, but you'll, you know, give me a blowjob?"
"Huh," Ryan says contemplatively, but then nods. Brendon grins. He always wins.
~850, Panic!, Brendon/Ryan
R for frottage
for violentfires because excel sheets are boring. ♥
“Hey, hey," Brendon says and pulls at Ryan's sleeve, tugging a little until Ryan rolls his eyes and looks up from his book. He tilts a brow at him, and Brendon bites his lip, and then crawls onto the tiny couch, curling his legs under him.
"No," Ryan says, and tries to escape Brendon's hands, fingers, but Brendon's faster, of course he is, he just had two cans of RedBull. "No, no," Ryan continues breathlessly, voice cracking from laughter. "There is just not enough room, and no, tickling is not-" He stops gasping for air when Brendon presses his fingers right into those two spots at his side. "Unfair," he presses out between his teeth; Brendon doesn't care, fingers slipping under Ryan's hoodie, under his T-shirt.
"I like unfair," Brendon growls out, pushing, pulling until Ryan drops his book. "I love unfair. Unfair is my second name." He moves his hands up, fingers ghosting over Ryan skin, and then pulls them back to grip Ryan who's batting at him, legs kicking, cheeks red, eyes fierce.
"Oh, yeah, I know that. Get off, get off," Ryan grits out. Brendon considers him for a moment, and then leans down to plant a kiss on the side of his mouth because beneath all the 'I'm serious, really'-facade, Ryan is kind of grinning. Brendon's sure.
Ryan makes a displeased noise for a moment, but then moves his head a little. "Okay, deal: You can kiss me, but stop tickling me in exchange."
"Only kissing?" Brendon murmurs against his cheek but loosens his grip on Ryan's wrists. "You could give me a blowjob, too. I think I'd like that," he continues with a grin.
Ryan shrugs and starts pushing at his shoulders. "I bet you would. So, no deal?" He's grinning, really, now and Brendon grins back and shakes his head, because, yes, kissing is good, very good. He leans down and kisses Ryan, softly first because you can never be sure, and then a little more eagerly once he's made sure that Ryan won't gut him or something.
Ryan shifts a little under him, and Brendon goes with the movement until they're both lying a little squished, but comfortable on the couch. Brendon moves in again, bites Ryan's lip, and Ryan opens up, mouth soft, kissing back, hands on Brendon's shoulders, then his neck, fingers in his hair pulling tentatively.
"Mh," Ryan makes and shifts a little, so Brendon can move his thigh between Ryan's. "You taste good," he says and kisses Brendon again.
Brendon rolls his hips, once twice, and Ryan seems to approve because he makes a little noise in the back of this throat and pushes back, his cock hard against Brendon's thigh through his pants. Brendon bites Ryan's lip and moves his hands to his hips, pushes his hoodie and T-shirt up to get his fingers on skin, warm and soft to his touch.
"No tickling," Ryan mumbles breathlessly, head falling back while he rubs against Brendon. "We have a--a deal."
"Mhm," Brendon answers, not sure if he's agreeing or not, and moves to kiss Ryan's neck, blow warm air over the soft spot behind his ear, lick his ear.
“Okay, yeah," he eventually says, and then pushes a little at Ryan's left thigh. "Just let me--"
"Yeah, yeah," Ryan nods and shifts so Brendon can settle between his legs. "Mh, much better." He closes his eyes and moves against Brendon, and Brendon moans and kisses him again, sucking and licking, body feeling taught and ready to snap. He moves his hips to meet Ryan's tentative little thrusts, increasing their pace a little, Ryan's breath hot against his cheek.
"Man," he presses out, stopping for a moment to bite Ryan's lip. "I really had planned- I really wanted a blowjob." He laughs a little, hoarsely, and Ryan swats the back of his head and moans before pressing their lips together again.
"Shut up, shut up," Ryan bites his lip, head falling back again, neck exposed and Brendon bites the soft skin there, thrusts against Ryan a little harder, feels him shivering, hears him moan.
"Oh god," Ryan breathes, his grip on Brendon's neck tightening, shudders again, mouth going slack, and Brendon kisses him hard, feels orgasm wash over him too, warm and golden, shooting down his spine and up his cock, and he comes, burying his nose against Ryan's neck. Blacks out and is back again in the blink of a moment, and notices that he's gripping Ryan's hips too hard, that he'll leave bruises.
"Ouch," Ryan whimpers and scoots down the couch a little to let Brendon settle against his chest. "That was stupid."
"Hrm," Brendon answers because his head is still abuzz, post-sex and all, and all he really wants to do is lie here. A moment later Ryan pushes at him and Brendon cocks his head up.
"Hey, hey, deal: I get up so we can shower, but you'll, you know, give me a blowjob?"
"Huh," Ryan says contemplatively, but then nods. Brendon grins. He always wins.