Ryan Ross's Guide To Sex Positions
Title: Ryan Ross's Guide To Sex Positions
Author: noahatthedisco
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Jon, Ryan/Spencer, GSF
POV: 3rd, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's favorite sex positions with all three of his boyfriends, and his favorite with all of them together
Disclaimer: I have no personal knowledge of Ryan's sexual preferences. The story, however, is my own.
Beta: minus_four
Author Notes: Happy Fourth of July, people in the US! I was feeling overwhelmed by the angst in my current fic project, so I wrote pointless porn. Enjoy!
Brendon
With Brendon, Ryan liked being on his back the best.
Brendon loved to stretch Ryan out on a bed, lay his long limbs open and exposed, and Ryan was happy oblige him. When it came down to it, Ryan kind of liked being spread out and open, liked the look Brendon would get in his eyes. He would shiver and arch as Brendon’s eyes swept over his body, playing the part eagerly.
Inevitably Brendon would drop down onto the bed, lift Ryan’s legs over his shoulders, and just start fucking Ryan with his tongue. This, Ryan also loved, because - come on, Brendon’s mouth. Ryan also liked being on his back because being able to look down and see Brendon’s glossy dark hair between his legs was pretty awesome.
Brendon, for his part, always liked the way Ryan would wind his fingers through the other man’s hair, guiding the movements of his mouth. Brendon had a thing for oral sex, and well... Ryan would writhe and twist back into it, not even the least bit ashamed about how much he loved it too.
But the best part of being on his back for Brendon came after that. Brendon was absolutely gorgeous when he was fucking. He was all sweat and skin and lanky muscles. Brendon, when he completely focused on something, was an amazing sight to behold, and one that came about only when he was playing music or having sex.
Ryan loved to be able to lay and look up at Brendon while they fucked, watch the expression of blissful concentration on his face. Brendon was surprisingly silent when it came to sex, hardly speaking once the games had stopped. Ryan had been kind of shocked the first time he’d gotten into bed with Brendon. He’d been expecting a barrage of dirty talk, and what he’d gotten instead was Brendon’s quiet concentration. He had to admit, it was a pleasant surprise.
It had taken a while to figure out why Brendon was so silent, but it made sense in the end. Brendon, whose life revolved around sound and the patterns it could make, liked hearing sex as much as having it. The slap of skin, the hitches in breath, the moans he’d become so good at pulling from Ryan, all would have been lost had he been talking.
And Ryan, well he was happy to give Brendon what he wanted in exchange for fucking him so nicely. He didn’t hold anything back from Brendon, whimpered and groaned and keened for him.
So Brendon would fuck him on his back, and he would writhe and moan like a whore for it, because maybe he was a little bit of a whore for Brendon. And when Brendon collapsed down on top of him afterward, it was easy to pretend they were too tired to move. It was easy to curl in against Brendon’s front, to fall asleep like that, and pretend it didn’t mean he liked the feeling of Brendon’s heart beating against his.
Jon
With Jon, Ryan liked being on top.
His favorite thing to do was to back Jon up until he was sitting against the headboard, then wriggle his way into the older man’s lap. Jon was more relaxed about sex then anyone else Ryan had ever met. He liked going at things slowly, liked spent time just kissing, exploring each other’s mouths.
When his lips were feeling pleasantly raw and swollen from kissing, Ryan would pull away. He’d grab a bottle of lube and start to stretch himself open, playing it up a bit because he knew Jon liked to watch. He’d ride his fingers, whimper and bite his lip as he brushed his prostate, and watch, pleased, as Jon’s eyes went dark.
Then he’d be back up on his knees, hovering over Jon’s cock. But Jon didn’t like to rush things, and Ryan liked to tease, so he’d just go in for another kiss. If he was feeling particularly playful he’d lean back just enough so Jon’s cock slide against his ass, but not in. It was as much a torment for himself as for Jon and eventually he’d just give up.
He’d always secretly liked taking it from below, liked the feeling of sinking down, being impaled by gravity. He liked the way it made the muscles in his thighs tremble, and he liked even more the way Jon would run his palms across them, soothing. He liked the way Jon would reach back and cup his ass with one hand, and stroke the twitching muscles in his stomach with the other.
Then he’d begin to move, and Jon’s hands would find their way to his hips, helping him with the movement but not interfering with Ryan’s pace. He would arch slowly because Jon let him, didn’t rush him. He’d move until he found the perfect angle, where Jon’s cock pushed against his prostate on almost every movement, then he’d being to ride him in earnest.
Sitting in Jon’s lap also made it easy to kiss as they fucked, and Ryan kind of loved that too. Jon was a really good kisser, and Ryan was kind of fascinated by the way Jon’s beard felt against his face when they kissed. Sometimes he’d get so into it that he’d almost forget he had Jon’s cock in his ass, until the older man flexed his hips a little, just enough to remind Ryan there was something he was supposed to be doing.
Eventually Jon would wrap a hand around Ryan’s cock, and that would finish it for him. Jon was kind of amazing with his hands. And the best part of being in Jon’s lap was that when he came, it was easy to slump down against Jon’s chest and stay like that. It was easy to curl up in his lap and pretend that he didn’t love the feeling of Jon’s arms warm around him, or the smell of his skin.
Spencer
With Spencer, Ryan liked to be on his knees.
Spencer was kind of a kinky motherfucker, though he’d never admit it to anyone. For him, Ryan liked to settle down with his ass in the air, head resting on his folded arms on the bed. Ryan knew Spencer, knew he liked the submissiveness of the position, the way it put Ryan at his mercy. And, well, Ryan liked giving Spencer what he wanted.
Spencer loved to wind Ryan up during sex. Ryan suspected it might be retaliation for how much Ryan put Spencer through in everyday life, but it wasn’t exactly like he was going to complain about it. Spencer loved to touch, to run his hands over every inch of Ryan’s body, every inch, until his was almost vibrating with it. Then Spencer would do it again.
And the thing was, Ryan was kind of a slut when he was wound tight. He'd arch his back plaintively, moan needfully, wiggle his ass in the air until he was stopped by Spencer’s palm. Neither one of them was particularly into spanking so it never went farther then that, but it was the signal that it was time for more.
Then Spencer would stretch him, but carefully, making sure he didn’t hit Ryan’s prostate, so the stretch was nothing more then a tease of what was to come next. He’d methodically work one finger in, then two, then he’d wait, playing like he was considering making Ryan take it without a third. He never did, but the thought felt daring, made something hot pool in Ryan’s groin at the idea.
And what came next was pretty incredible. Spencer fucked like he drummed, hard and sharp with blinding precision. He’d have Ryan melted to pieces in minutes, boneless, practically being held up by Spencer’s hands on his hips, cock in his ass, and nothing else. For all his teasing, Spencer fucked without reservation, and it made Ryan see stars.
Ryan could never come until Spencer had. It was one of the unwritten rules they had together, but it was always a challenge for Ryan. What could he do to make Spencer come faster? Come before he lost it himself? He’d fuck back against Spencer, clench and writhe on his cock. And it was always enough for him, just hearing Spencer come, feeling the younger man’s cock jerk inside him. It would always send him over the edge too, no matter what he did.
Spencer liked to fuck him like that, and it was easy for Ryan to pretend he only liked it because Spencer did. It was easy to pretend it had nothing to do with how Spencer would sink down on top of him and pulled him sideways into a spooning embrace. It was easy to pretend it had nothing to do with liking Spencer’s solid warmth along his back.
Spencer, Jon, and Brendon
With all three of them, Ryan liked to be in the middle.
He liked being the one who got all the attention. Maybe he was a bit of a whore for them, but he didn’t mind and neither did they. Usually he’d end up on his back, with Brendon rimming him open, and he'd lose his moans into Jon’s kiss. Spencer would touch him, run his hands all over Ryan’s body, and it was this heady mix of the three of them that Ryan loved most.
Spencer would flip him over after that, on his hands and knees. Jon would smile down at him, run his finger tips over Ryan’s lips. Ryan would take Jon's fingers in, suck on them while Spencer situated himself behind Ryan, and slowly pushed in. Spencer was always more careful with Ryan when the others were involved, always making sure that he didn’t jar Ryan into head-butting someone, or make him accidently bite someone’s fingers.
He’d get Jon’s cock too, once Spencer was settled. The act of giving a blow job wasn’t a turn on for him, like it would be for Brendon, but he enjoyed the idea of being full. He liked having Spencer in his ass and Jon in his mouth, liked feeling them both. He couldn’t have a lot of technique when he was being fucked, but Ryan had gotten pretty good at just letting his jaw hang open and making Jon do all the work.
Brendon, who got off on the sights and sounds of sex as much as the actual act of it, was usually happy to be off to the side. Ryan would shift around a bit until he could get a hand over to him, curl his fingers around Brendon’s cock and listen for the appreciative whimper he’d get in response. He could hear them kissing over him sometimes, and he’d wish briefly that he could see because they were beautiful together, the three of them.
But then he couldn’t be like this, between all of them. He liked the ache in his jaw, the way his ass would feel raw, the numbness of his arm. He liked the way Jon would run his hands through Ryan’s hair, liked the way Spencer whispered his name mixed with the other’s, the heavy weight of Brendon in his hands. He liked feeling as though he belonged with them.
But the best part was how, afterward, it was easy not to pretend. It was easy to curl up with Spencer against his back, pressed against Brendon’s chest, hand's clasped with Jon on Brendon’s hip, and accept that he liked this. It was easy to say it was more then just fucking, easy to melt into Spencer’s warmth and Brendon’s heartbeat and the gentle way Jon would stroke the back of Ryan’s hand with his thumb.
Author: noahatthedisco
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Ryan/Jon, Ryan/Spencer, GSF
POV: 3rd, Ryan
Summary: Ryan's favorite sex positions with all three of his boyfriends, and his favorite with all of them together
Disclaimer: I have no personal knowledge of Ryan's sexual preferences. The story, however, is my own.
Beta: minus_four
Author Notes: Happy Fourth of July, people in the US! I was feeling overwhelmed by the angst in my current fic project, so I wrote pointless porn. Enjoy!
Brendon
With Brendon, Ryan liked being on his back the best.
Brendon loved to stretch Ryan out on a bed, lay his long limbs open and exposed, and Ryan was happy oblige him. When it came down to it, Ryan kind of liked being spread out and open, liked the look Brendon would get in his eyes. He would shiver and arch as Brendon’s eyes swept over his body, playing the part eagerly.
Inevitably Brendon would drop down onto the bed, lift Ryan’s legs over his shoulders, and just start fucking Ryan with his tongue. This, Ryan also loved, because - come on, Brendon’s mouth. Ryan also liked being on his back because being able to look down and see Brendon’s glossy dark hair between his legs was pretty awesome.
Brendon, for his part, always liked the way Ryan would wind his fingers through the other man’s hair, guiding the movements of his mouth. Brendon had a thing for oral sex, and well... Ryan would writhe and twist back into it, not even the least bit ashamed about how much he loved it too.
But the best part of being on his back for Brendon came after that. Brendon was absolutely gorgeous when he was fucking. He was all sweat and skin and lanky muscles. Brendon, when he completely focused on something, was an amazing sight to behold, and one that came about only when he was playing music or having sex.
Ryan loved to be able to lay and look up at Brendon while they fucked, watch the expression of blissful concentration on his face. Brendon was surprisingly silent when it came to sex, hardly speaking once the games had stopped. Ryan had been kind of shocked the first time he’d gotten into bed with Brendon. He’d been expecting a barrage of dirty talk, and what he’d gotten instead was Brendon’s quiet concentration. He had to admit, it was a pleasant surprise.
It had taken a while to figure out why Brendon was so silent, but it made sense in the end. Brendon, whose life revolved around sound and the patterns it could make, liked hearing sex as much as having it. The slap of skin, the hitches in breath, the moans he’d become so good at pulling from Ryan, all would have been lost had he been talking.
And Ryan, well he was happy to give Brendon what he wanted in exchange for fucking him so nicely. He didn’t hold anything back from Brendon, whimpered and groaned and keened for him.
So Brendon would fuck him on his back, and he would writhe and moan like a whore for it, because maybe he was a little bit of a whore for Brendon. And when Brendon collapsed down on top of him afterward, it was easy to pretend they were too tired to move. It was easy to curl in against Brendon’s front, to fall asleep like that, and pretend it didn’t mean he liked the feeling of Brendon’s heart beating against his.
Jon
With Jon, Ryan liked being on top.
His favorite thing to do was to back Jon up until he was sitting against the headboard, then wriggle his way into the older man’s lap. Jon was more relaxed about sex then anyone else Ryan had ever met. He liked going at things slowly, liked spent time just kissing, exploring each other’s mouths.
When his lips were feeling pleasantly raw and swollen from kissing, Ryan would pull away. He’d grab a bottle of lube and start to stretch himself open, playing it up a bit because he knew Jon liked to watch. He’d ride his fingers, whimper and bite his lip as he brushed his prostate, and watch, pleased, as Jon’s eyes went dark.
Then he’d be back up on his knees, hovering over Jon’s cock. But Jon didn’t like to rush things, and Ryan liked to tease, so he’d just go in for another kiss. If he was feeling particularly playful he’d lean back just enough so Jon’s cock slide against his ass, but not in. It was as much a torment for himself as for Jon and eventually he’d just give up.
He’d always secretly liked taking it from below, liked the feeling of sinking down, being impaled by gravity. He liked the way it made the muscles in his thighs tremble, and he liked even more the way Jon would run his palms across them, soothing. He liked the way Jon would reach back and cup his ass with one hand, and stroke the twitching muscles in his stomach with the other.
Then he’d begin to move, and Jon’s hands would find their way to his hips, helping him with the movement but not interfering with Ryan’s pace. He would arch slowly because Jon let him, didn’t rush him. He’d move until he found the perfect angle, where Jon’s cock pushed against his prostate on almost every movement, then he’d being to ride him in earnest.
Sitting in Jon’s lap also made it easy to kiss as they fucked, and Ryan kind of loved that too. Jon was a really good kisser, and Ryan was kind of fascinated by the way Jon’s beard felt against his face when they kissed. Sometimes he’d get so into it that he’d almost forget he had Jon’s cock in his ass, until the older man flexed his hips a little, just enough to remind Ryan there was something he was supposed to be doing.
Eventually Jon would wrap a hand around Ryan’s cock, and that would finish it for him. Jon was kind of amazing with his hands. And the best part of being in Jon’s lap was that when he came, it was easy to slump down against Jon’s chest and stay like that. It was easy to curl up in his lap and pretend that he didn’t love the feeling of Jon’s arms warm around him, or the smell of his skin.
Spencer
With Spencer, Ryan liked to be on his knees.
Spencer was kind of a kinky motherfucker, though he’d never admit it to anyone. For him, Ryan liked to settle down with his ass in the air, head resting on his folded arms on the bed. Ryan knew Spencer, knew he liked the submissiveness of the position, the way it put Ryan at his mercy. And, well, Ryan liked giving Spencer what he wanted.
Spencer loved to wind Ryan up during sex. Ryan suspected it might be retaliation for how much Ryan put Spencer through in everyday life, but it wasn’t exactly like he was going to complain about it. Spencer loved to touch, to run his hands over every inch of Ryan’s body, every inch, until his was almost vibrating with it. Then Spencer would do it again.
And the thing was, Ryan was kind of a slut when he was wound tight. He'd arch his back plaintively, moan needfully, wiggle his ass in the air until he was stopped by Spencer’s palm. Neither one of them was particularly into spanking so it never went farther then that, but it was the signal that it was time for more.
Then Spencer would stretch him, but carefully, making sure he didn’t hit Ryan’s prostate, so the stretch was nothing more then a tease of what was to come next. He’d methodically work one finger in, then two, then he’d wait, playing like he was considering making Ryan take it without a third. He never did, but the thought felt daring, made something hot pool in Ryan’s groin at the idea.
And what came next was pretty incredible. Spencer fucked like he drummed, hard and sharp with blinding precision. He’d have Ryan melted to pieces in minutes, boneless, practically being held up by Spencer’s hands on his hips, cock in his ass, and nothing else. For all his teasing, Spencer fucked without reservation, and it made Ryan see stars.
Ryan could never come until Spencer had. It was one of the unwritten rules they had together, but it was always a challenge for Ryan. What could he do to make Spencer come faster? Come before he lost it himself? He’d fuck back against Spencer, clench and writhe on his cock. And it was always enough for him, just hearing Spencer come, feeling the younger man’s cock jerk inside him. It would always send him over the edge too, no matter what he did.
Spencer liked to fuck him like that, and it was easy for Ryan to pretend he only liked it because Spencer did. It was easy to pretend it had nothing to do with how Spencer would sink down on top of him and pulled him sideways into a spooning embrace. It was easy to pretend it had nothing to do with liking Spencer’s solid warmth along his back.
Spencer, Jon, and Brendon
With all three of them, Ryan liked to be in the middle.
He liked being the one who got all the attention. Maybe he was a bit of a whore for them, but he didn’t mind and neither did they. Usually he’d end up on his back, with Brendon rimming him open, and he'd lose his moans into Jon’s kiss. Spencer would touch him, run his hands all over Ryan’s body, and it was this heady mix of the three of them that Ryan loved most.
Spencer would flip him over after that, on his hands and knees. Jon would smile down at him, run his finger tips over Ryan’s lips. Ryan would take Jon's fingers in, suck on them while Spencer situated himself behind Ryan, and slowly pushed in. Spencer was always more careful with Ryan when the others were involved, always making sure that he didn’t jar Ryan into head-butting someone, or make him accidently bite someone’s fingers.
He’d get Jon’s cock too, once Spencer was settled. The act of giving a blow job wasn’t a turn on for him, like it would be for Brendon, but he enjoyed the idea of being full. He liked having Spencer in his ass and Jon in his mouth, liked feeling them both. He couldn’t have a lot of technique when he was being fucked, but Ryan had gotten pretty good at just letting his jaw hang open and making Jon do all the work.
Brendon, who got off on the sights and sounds of sex as much as the actual act of it, was usually happy to be off to the side. Ryan would shift around a bit until he could get a hand over to him, curl his fingers around Brendon’s cock and listen for the appreciative whimper he’d get in response. He could hear them kissing over him sometimes, and he’d wish briefly that he could see because they were beautiful together, the three of them.
But then he couldn’t be like this, between all of them. He liked the ache in his jaw, the way his ass would feel raw, the numbness of his arm. He liked the way Jon would run his hands through Ryan’s hair, liked the way Spencer whispered his name mixed with the other’s, the heavy weight of Brendon in his hands. He liked feeling as though he belonged with them.
But the best part was how, afterward, it was easy not to pretend. It was easy to curl up with Spencer against his back, pressed against Brendon’s chest, hand's clasped with Jon on Brendon’s hip, and accept that he liked this. It was easy to say it was more then just fucking, easy to melt into Spencer’s warmth and Brendon’s heartbeat and the gentle way Jon would stroke the back of Ryan’s hand with his thumb.