Panic fic | And Under Certain Starry Nights | Jon/Ryan | R | ~ 1900 words
And Under Certain Starry Nights
Jon/Ryan | R | ~ 1900 words
Kink Bingo: Tentacles
Huge thanks to supergrover24 for betaing this. Reading tentacle porn for me is going above and beyond, and I am tremendously grateful, ♥
When Ryan said that he was getting a pool put into his backyard, Jon was surprised.
"You never swim," he had said. Ryan had shrugged, and after a month of noise, the pool was finished.
They've been spending most of their time at Brendon's house, practicing in his music room, and usually by the time Jon and Ryan get back to Ryan's house, they only manage to stay awake long enough to smoke a bowl.
But now Ryan's pool is done, and Jon doubles back after making his way to his bedroom. His bedroom that is technically one of the guest rooms, but they went rug shopping together and Ryan let him make the final decision about what one they bought.
Brendon's house was hot, and Ryan's house is, too. It's a little better when Jon lets himself out the back, walking carefully down the stairs, his flip-flops making soft flapping noises as he tries not to trip in the dark. It's easier to see when he walks around the side of the house to where the pool is, the full moon shining silver in the sky.
There's something in the pool and Jon thinks, Oh, and then he thinks, Ryan? and then he thinks, Whaa--
It looks like Ryan is riding on top of an octopus, but, no, it looks like Ryan is riding on top of a whole fleet of octopuses. He moves silently through the water, making his way easily from one end of the pool to the other. He turns at the far edge and notices Jon, who lifts his hand in an awkward wave.
"Aw, shit," Ryan says.
He swims toward Jon. It's more like he's propelling himself through the water than swimming, really, and in a moment he's there, holding himself up with the edge of the pool.
"How stoned are you right now?" Ryan asks.
"A lot more than I thought I was," Jon says. "Like, mad tripping instead of...sober."
"Are you sure it's not that you're just super high?"
"Are you sure it's not that you have tentacles?" Jon asks. "What I'm most concerned about is how I've never noticed them before."
Ryan hoists himself out of the pool and walks forward. On two seemingly human legs.
"Noticed what?" Ryan asks. He's naked and Jon can see his cock, but he can't see the tentacles anymore.
"Umm," Jon says, and for half a second Ryan has him going, but then Ryan widens his eyes and smiles blankly, and really, he's the least subtle person, which is why it's always so hilarious when he actually manages to pull one over on Brendon. But then Brendon's pretty gullible.
Not Jon though. Jon knows that look.
"Since the tentacles are no longer in the pool, I am going to assume that you took them with you," Jon says. And then, on a hunch, he walks a couple of steps and shoves Ryan backwards into the pool, where he flails in a flurry of limbs and tentacles. Ha, Jon thinks.
While Ryan's squawking, Jon shuffles toward the edge of the pool. He lowers himself carefully, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"So," Jon says.
"Yeah." Ryan seems to be effortlessly treading water, only the top half of his torso visible. His skin looks white and Jon can see the sharp line of his collarbones, the way that his ribcage dips down the centre.
"Water?" asks Jon.
"Yup."
"'s kind of random."
"Freaked the fuck out of my mom," Ryan says, "the first time she gave me a bath."
"Aww," Jon says. "Baby tentacles." He hopes that someone took pictures of that. "So, Spencer knows?"
Ryan nods.
“Does Brendon know?”
“No,” Ryan says.
“So how does it work? Can you shower? Like, can you have legs while you shower? What if it rains?”
Ryan rolls his eyes. "I have to be fully submerged. Why are you out here, anyway?"
"It's hot," Jon says, though it's not as bad as it was before. He's wearing a ratty pair of boxers, and the night air feels good on his skin.
"You want to come for a swim?" Ryan asks.
Jon wiggles out of his flip-flops and dips his toes in the pool, considers for a minute before lowering his body in as well. The water's just a little cooler than the night air and Jon shivers in relief, kicking his feet slowly. He can't quite reach the bottom of the pool and he moves his hands in easy circles to keep his head above water.
The first time Ryan's tentacles bump against his legs, Jon startles badly. It's like the brush of seaweed at the bottom of a lake, the fear that it was something living, only this time it is.
Jon makes a high noise and kicks instinctively.
"Sorry," Ryan says. He doesn't look at Jon while he moves away, all the way to the other ledge of the pool.
Ryan's frowning, so Jon says, "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting it. Come back here."
"It's fine," Ryan says. "I know it's fucked."
"It's a little unexpected," Jon says. He pushes off the edge of the pool and starts swimming toward Ryan.
It seems like Ryan's trying to keep all his tentacles to himself, because Jon has to get close before he feels something brush up against his leg again. He tenses, but makes himself wait through it. Wiggling his toes makes the tip of Ryan's tentacle slide further up his calf and brings another one in contact with Jon's foot, and it's weird and it's weird and then eventually it's not so bad anymore.
"They're not slimy," Jon says.
"Why would they be slimy?"
"Fish," Jon says.
"I'm not a fish."
"They're a little slimy, but it's not so different from the water, I guess."
"I'm not a fish!"
"Orthor--auther--orthathinger," Jon says. "Fish. Whatever."
Ryan wraps a tentacle around Jon's ankle and yanks down firmly. When Jon's head finally bobs above water again, Ryan says, "Octopuses are brilliant. And they can fit through tiny holes. And brilliant!"
"Can you fit through a tiny hole?"
"No. I am not an octopus."
"Well," Jon says, and Ryan tugs him underwater again.
It's difficult to wrestle with someone who has tentacles, but Ryan seems to be paying careful attention and he always pulls Jon up before too much time passes. Eventually Jon stops fighting back and relaxes in the water, letting Ryan keep him afloat. The tentacles around his ankles are firm but not tight; it doesn't seem like it's taking Ryan much effort to hold Jon up.
"You're less freaked out than I thought you'd be," Ryan says, the two of them close together in the centre of the pool. "Are you sure you're not high?"
"They're kind of cool," Jon says, shrugging. "The fact that they're not green makes them a little less weird, I guess." Jon has trouble seeing much in the dark water, but he can tell that Ryan's tentacles are the same pale as the rest of his skin.
"If you freak out in the morning, I'm going to tell everyone you're having an acid flashback," Ryan says. "Fair warning."
Jon snorts and flicks water at Ryan with his thumb and first finger. He looks around the pool, feels the air, cooler now against his wet shoulders, and it takes him a moment to realize that the sensation on his leg is one of Ryan's tentacles rubbing up and down, sliding past the sensitive hollow behind Jon's knee to the back of his thigh.
He looks over at Ryan, who jerks away, surprised. He tries to take all of his tentacles away and Jon grabs onto his shoulders and says, "Do you want me to drown?"
"You can swim," Ryan says.
"You can hold me up. Stay where you are."
When Ryan wraps his tentacles around Jon's ankles, the touch feels more tentative. Jon flexes his calves and the tentacles inch higher, moving up the back of his legs, a slow climb that makes Jon's hair prickle. He flaps his feet carefully and feels more of Ryan's tentacles tangle around him until he can't make out individual points of contact, just a mass of sensation. He looks forward to see Ryan's chin tilted down as he bites his lip.
Jon reaches forward with his hands again, curling his fingers around the wet skin of Ryan's shoulders, the sharp ridge of Ryan's collarbone pressing into Jon's fleshy palm. Ryan lifts his head but doesn't meet Jon's eyes.
It's not the first time they've kissed, not even the first time they've kissed sober, but Jon's never kissed Ryan in the middle of a pool, Ryan's tentacles sliding between them, rubbing higher and higher up Jon's legs. Ryan's naked underneath the water, and Jon isn't far from it, and that's new, too.
Jon opens his mouth, and when they finally break apart again, Ryan wraps his tentacles tighter around Jon's legs, groaning quietly when their skin slides together. Jon runs his hand down the bare stretch of Ryan's spine, his fingers sliding wetly over the sharp vertebrae and coming to rest low on his back.
Maybe things have been building between them, but it's never felt like that, never felt like they were heading anywhere or moving toward more, especially not steadily in one direction, everything piling together and leading to this moment. It's Ryan, and sometimes Jon wants to stay up all night writing nonsense songs with him and sometimes he wants to get stoned and dance around the living room, both of them making sound effects to go along with their awesome moves, and sometimes he wants Ryan like this, naked and close.
He's never wanted Ryan to have tentacles before, but if he doesn't think too hard about it, they feel pretty good, sliding high up his thigh now, meeting the bottom edge of his boxers.
"I might have watched some porn that I shouldn't have," Jon says. "Are you going to fuck me with your tentacles?"
"Why shouldn't you have watched it?"
"Because now I'm thinking about you fucking me with your tentacles."
"They're more like a limb than anything phallic."
"But they're sensitive when I touch them," Jon says, curling his toes around the nearest tentacle and sliding his foot up and down.
Ryan's eyelids flutter shut. "Not used to them being touched."
Jon watches Ryan's face as he rubs himself against Jon, and eventually realizes that the hard press against his stomach is Ryan's dick. He reaches under the water and takes Ryan's cock in his hand and starts jerking him slowly. Ryan is hard and thick and makes a rumbling noise low in his chest. They're close enough that Jon can feel the vibrations.
Something curls around the waistband of Jon's boxers and starts easing them down, and then there's a touch around his cock, squeezing and rubbing and as long as he doesn't think about it too hard it feels good. He jerks Ryan off, and feels Ryan holding his legs and his feet and his cock, the two of them in the middle of the pool, the water soft and just a little cooler than Ryan's skin. Ryan cups Jon's neck with both of his palms and Jon tips his head back and lets Ryan support his weight.
Jon/Ryan | R | ~ 1900 words
Kink Bingo: Tentacles
Huge thanks to supergrover24 for betaing this. Reading tentacle porn for me is going above and beyond, and I am tremendously grateful, ♥
When Ryan said that he was getting a pool put into his backyard, Jon was surprised.
"You never swim," he had said. Ryan had shrugged, and after a month of noise, the pool was finished.
They've been spending most of their time at Brendon's house, practicing in his music room, and usually by the time Jon and Ryan get back to Ryan's house, they only manage to stay awake long enough to smoke a bowl.
But now Ryan's pool is done, and Jon doubles back after making his way to his bedroom. His bedroom that is technically one of the guest rooms, but they went rug shopping together and Ryan let him make the final decision about what one they bought.
Brendon's house was hot, and Ryan's house is, too. It's a little better when Jon lets himself out the back, walking carefully down the stairs, his flip-flops making soft flapping noises as he tries not to trip in the dark. It's easier to see when he walks around the side of the house to where the pool is, the full moon shining silver in the sky.
There's something in the pool and Jon thinks, Oh, and then he thinks, Ryan? and then he thinks, Whaa--
It looks like Ryan is riding on top of an octopus, but, no, it looks like Ryan is riding on top of a whole fleet of octopuses. He moves silently through the water, making his way easily from one end of the pool to the other. He turns at the far edge and notices Jon, who lifts his hand in an awkward wave.
"Aw, shit," Ryan says.
He swims toward Jon. It's more like he's propelling himself through the water than swimming, really, and in a moment he's there, holding himself up with the edge of the pool.
"How stoned are you right now?" Ryan asks.
"A lot more than I thought I was," Jon says. "Like, mad tripping instead of...sober."
"Are you sure it's not that you're just super high?"
"Are you sure it's not that you have tentacles?" Jon asks. "What I'm most concerned about is how I've never noticed them before."
Ryan hoists himself out of the pool and walks forward. On two seemingly human legs.
"Noticed what?" Ryan asks. He's naked and Jon can see his cock, but he can't see the tentacles anymore.
"Umm," Jon says, and for half a second Ryan has him going, but then Ryan widens his eyes and smiles blankly, and really, he's the least subtle person, which is why it's always so hilarious when he actually manages to pull one over on Brendon. But then Brendon's pretty gullible.
Not Jon though. Jon knows that look.
"Since the tentacles are no longer in the pool, I am going to assume that you took them with you," Jon says. And then, on a hunch, he walks a couple of steps and shoves Ryan backwards into the pool, where he flails in a flurry of limbs and tentacles. Ha, Jon thinks.
While Ryan's squawking, Jon shuffles toward the edge of the pool. He lowers himself carefully, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"So," Jon says.
"Yeah." Ryan seems to be effortlessly treading water, only the top half of his torso visible. His skin looks white and Jon can see the sharp line of his collarbones, the way that his ribcage dips down the centre.
"Water?" asks Jon.
"Yup."
"'s kind of random."
"Freaked the fuck out of my mom," Ryan says, "the first time she gave me a bath."
"Aww," Jon says. "Baby tentacles." He hopes that someone took pictures of that. "So, Spencer knows?"
Ryan nods.
“Does Brendon know?”
“No,” Ryan says.
“So how does it work? Can you shower? Like, can you have legs while you shower? What if it rains?”
Ryan rolls his eyes. "I have to be fully submerged. Why are you out here, anyway?"
"It's hot," Jon says, though it's not as bad as it was before. He's wearing a ratty pair of boxers, and the night air feels good on his skin.
"You want to come for a swim?" Ryan asks.
Jon wiggles out of his flip-flops and dips his toes in the pool, considers for a minute before lowering his body in as well. The water's just a little cooler than the night air and Jon shivers in relief, kicking his feet slowly. He can't quite reach the bottom of the pool and he moves his hands in easy circles to keep his head above water.
The first time Ryan's tentacles bump against his legs, Jon startles badly. It's like the brush of seaweed at the bottom of a lake, the fear that it was something living, only this time it is.
Jon makes a high noise and kicks instinctively.
"Sorry," Ryan says. He doesn't look at Jon while he moves away, all the way to the other ledge of the pool.
Ryan's frowning, so Jon says, "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting it. Come back here."
"It's fine," Ryan says. "I know it's fucked."
"It's a little unexpected," Jon says. He pushes off the edge of the pool and starts swimming toward Ryan.
It seems like Ryan's trying to keep all his tentacles to himself, because Jon has to get close before he feels something brush up against his leg again. He tenses, but makes himself wait through it. Wiggling his toes makes the tip of Ryan's tentacle slide further up his calf and brings another one in contact with Jon's foot, and it's weird and it's weird and then eventually it's not so bad anymore.
"They're not slimy," Jon says.
"Why would they be slimy?"
"Fish," Jon says.
"I'm not a fish."
"They're a little slimy, but it's not so different from the water, I guess."
"I'm not a fish!"
"Orthor--auther--orthathinger," Jon says. "Fish. Whatever."
Ryan wraps a tentacle around Jon's ankle and yanks down firmly. When Jon's head finally bobs above water again, Ryan says, "Octopuses are brilliant. And they can fit through tiny holes. And brilliant!"
"Can you fit through a tiny hole?"
"No. I am not an octopus."
"Well," Jon says, and Ryan tugs him underwater again.
It's difficult to wrestle with someone who has tentacles, but Ryan seems to be paying careful attention and he always pulls Jon up before too much time passes. Eventually Jon stops fighting back and relaxes in the water, letting Ryan keep him afloat. The tentacles around his ankles are firm but not tight; it doesn't seem like it's taking Ryan much effort to hold Jon up.
"You're less freaked out than I thought you'd be," Ryan says, the two of them close together in the centre of the pool. "Are you sure you're not high?"
"They're kind of cool," Jon says, shrugging. "The fact that they're not green makes them a little less weird, I guess." Jon has trouble seeing much in the dark water, but he can tell that Ryan's tentacles are the same pale as the rest of his skin.
"If you freak out in the morning, I'm going to tell everyone you're having an acid flashback," Ryan says. "Fair warning."
Jon snorts and flicks water at Ryan with his thumb and first finger. He looks around the pool, feels the air, cooler now against his wet shoulders, and it takes him a moment to realize that the sensation on his leg is one of Ryan's tentacles rubbing up and down, sliding past the sensitive hollow behind Jon's knee to the back of his thigh.
He looks over at Ryan, who jerks away, surprised. He tries to take all of his tentacles away and Jon grabs onto his shoulders and says, "Do you want me to drown?"
"You can swim," Ryan says.
"You can hold me up. Stay where you are."
When Ryan wraps his tentacles around Jon's ankles, the touch feels more tentative. Jon flexes his calves and the tentacles inch higher, moving up the back of his legs, a slow climb that makes Jon's hair prickle. He flaps his feet carefully and feels more of Ryan's tentacles tangle around him until he can't make out individual points of contact, just a mass of sensation. He looks forward to see Ryan's chin tilted down as he bites his lip.
Jon reaches forward with his hands again, curling his fingers around the wet skin of Ryan's shoulders, the sharp ridge of Ryan's collarbone pressing into Jon's fleshy palm. Ryan lifts his head but doesn't meet Jon's eyes.
It's not the first time they've kissed, not even the first time they've kissed sober, but Jon's never kissed Ryan in the middle of a pool, Ryan's tentacles sliding between them, rubbing higher and higher up Jon's legs. Ryan's naked underneath the water, and Jon isn't far from it, and that's new, too.
Jon opens his mouth, and when they finally break apart again, Ryan wraps his tentacles tighter around Jon's legs, groaning quietly when their skin slides together. Jon runs his hand down the bare stretch of Ryan's spine, his fingers sliding wetly over the sharp vertebrae and coming to rest low on his back.
Maybe things have been building between them, but it's never felt like that, never felt like they were heading anywhere or moving toward more, especially not steadily in one direction, everything piling together and leading to this moment. It's Ryan, and sometimes Jon wants to stay up all night writing nonsense songs with him and sometimes he wants to get stoned and dance around the living room, both of them making sound effects to go along with their awesome moves, and sometimes he wants Ryan like this, naked and close.
He's never wanted Ryan to have tentacles before, but if he doesn't think too hard about it, they feel pretty good, sliding high up his thigh now, meeting the bottom edge of his boxers.
"I might have watched some porn that I shouldn't have," Jon says. "Are you going to fuck me with your tentacles?"
"Why shouldn't you have watched it?"
"Because now I'm thinking about you fucking me with your tentacles."
"They're more like a limb than anything phallic."
"But they're sensitive when I touch them," Jon says, curling his toes around the nearest tentacle and sliding his foot up and down.
Ryan's eyelids flutter shut. "Not used to them being touched."
Jon watches Ryan's face as he rubs himself against Jon, and eventually realizes that the hard press against his stomach is Ryan's dick. He reaches under the water and takes Ryan's cock in his hand and starts jerking him slowly. Ryan is hard and thick and makes a rumbling noise low in his chest. They're close enough that Jon can feel the vibrations.
Something curls around the waistband of Jon's boxers and starts easing them down, and then there's a touch around his cock, squeezing and rubbing and as long as he doesn't think about it too hard it feels good. He jerks Ryan off, and feels Ryan holding his legs and his feet and his cock, the two of them in the middle of the pool, the water soft and just a little cooler than Ryan's skin. Ryan cups Jon's neck with both of his palms and Jon tips his head back and lets Ryan support his weight.