[pornmas] day 4.
Summary: Chad's got an oral fixation.
Fandom/Pairings: High School Musical; Chad/Ryan
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: Are we tired this yet? :D I am.
Disclaimer: HSM doesn't belong to me. :(
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lips like rubies
Chad is kind of fascinated by Ryan's mouth. As in sometimes Ryan talk to him and Chad has no idea what Ryan is trying to tell him because uh. He's focused on Ryan's mouth and it's hard to process words when Ryan's lips are so red and all Chad can think about is the way they would look wrapped around his cock. It was more awkward when they weren't dating and Ryan would snap his fingers and bring Chad back to reality. Now, Ryan just smirks and takes Chad's hand in his and brings it to his mouth, kissing Chad's fingertips.
“I still thinks it's hilarious how much you love my mouth.”
The retort Chad was going to say dies on his lips as Ryan parts his lips and takes Chad's index finger into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip. Chad groans, because that's the only proper response to that, and Ryan chuckles. The sound goes straight through Chad and to his groin and Ryan smirks around Chad's finger, nipping the tip before releasing it.
“You are a cruel, cruel person.”
“I'm an Evans,” Ryan says with a laugh, “if I weren't at least a little cruel, my family would eat me alive.”
Chad runs a finger along Ryan's lips, “You've given up on the lollipops.”
“Too easy,” Ryan barely moves his lips, “and I'd hate to be repetitive.”
“You could always go for a Popsicle. How's the Katy Perry song go?”
Ryan leans in, lips to Chad's ear, and sings quietly: “Sun-kissed skin, so hot, we'll melt your popsicle, California girls, we're undeniable. Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock . . .”
“I really hate that song.”
“It's overplayed,” Ryan shrugs, “but otherwise a good song. I like it, it's fun to dance to.”
Without warning, Ryan takes Chad's hand and starts dancing around with him. He's humming “California Gurls,” and Chad has to admit that anything coming out of Ryan's mouth becomes his favorite song. He's trying to keep up with the steps Ryan is doing-deceptively simple looking but fairly complicated-but instead he focuses of Ryan's lips and they way they move, the way they form words. Chad presses a kiss to them and Ryan's song dies down and the dance stops in favor of making out. Ryan, chad has learned, is a little bit of a sucker for kisses.
Pulling away just the slight, Ryan says: “My parents are away on business.”
“Sharpay?”
“With the Sharpettes,” Ryan whispers against Chad's lips.
It's an offer that Chad can't exactly refuse. He would be stupid to refuse it, actually, so he doesn't. Chad lets Ryan take his hand and lead him to Ryan's bedroom. He's been in there before, but it always surprises him how plain it is. Ryan's got a full-sized bed with plain blue sheets, his walls are painted white with blue trim, and most of the decorations are theatre posters. It looks like any other teenage boy's bedroom, only with theatre posters instead of naked girls, and things like that are what remind Chad that Ryan's pretty down-to-Earth for someone who effectively owns half of Albuquerque. He's not “normal,” per se, but he's not really a brat either.
Ryan pushes Chad toward the bed, letting him sit down. Once Chad's seated, Ryan sinks to his knees and deftly undoes Chad's jeans, tugging them down with his boxers. Chad kicks them away and Ryan marvels at all the exposed skin, running his hands along Chad's thighs before curling around his hips. Chad's half-hard, and Ryan takes just the head into his mouth, sucking gently before going most of the way down. They've done this before, and Chad knows to keep still while Ryan relaxes his throat and sinks all the way down. He stays there for a moment, getting used to the feeling before swallowing and then settling into an easy rhythm. A little subconsciously, Ryan hums around Chad, and Chad groan. Ryan's looking up at him through his lashes, and it's pretty damn awesome.
It's a struggle to keep still, though, and Chad has to keep focused so he doesn't accidentally buck forward. Ryan runs his tongue along the underside of Chad's cock, and Chad groans again. Getting the very thing he wants is a kind of exquisite torture, because Ryan tends to drag out blowjobs for as long as possible and that's great, but sometimes it makes Chad feel like he's going to explode before he even comes. Today, Ryan seems to be less for teasing and more for results, which Chad appreciates. It's still obscene, though, the way Ryan's lips are stretched around him and the way the wet heat of Ryan's mouth feels. Chad is never going to get tired of it, honestly, and especially not when Ryan is circling his tongue around the head and humming around Chad and how is Chad supposed to keep up with all of that? He's only human.
“Ryan,” Chad chokes out.
There's only a hum from Ryan as a response, and then Chad's coming. Ryan usually swallows, but today he stands carefully and presses his lips to Chad's, gently nudging Chad's lips open enough to pass the come between them. Chad takes it, still unused to the idea of this but unable to deny that it's hot, and Ryan smiles. It's something Chad feels rather than sees, and he smiles back after he's swallowed.
Ryan rests his forehead against Chad's, “Still cruel?”
“Yes,” Chad laughs, “yes, you are. You use all these dirty tricks when you do that.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah.”
They stay like that, foreheads touching and just breathing, for a little while before Chad quietly maneuvers Ryan so he's lying on the bed and Chad is next to him. Chad lies next to him and hugs him close. More than anything, this is his favorite part of everything-the way they can just lie like this for a moment. And okay, Chad's got his hand Ryan's pants pretty quickly and okay, he's totally whispering into Ryan's ear about his mouth and how yes, he totally fucking love it so they're not really just lying there because Ryan is making little needy noises from what Chad's doing. Chad presses a kiss to Ryan's neck as he comes and the sheets are totally a lost cause, but neither of them really care.
Ryan hums as he lifts Chad's hand and licks it clean which, really. It's like Ryan wants Chad to have an inappropriate fixation on his mouth. Ryan just laughs, because Chad might have said that last bit out loud.
“Maybe I do,” Ryan turns so he's facing Chad, “maybe I like the way you like my mouth.”
His are are blue and they're sparkling that way they seem to when Ryan is generally just being a brat, but he's not actually being mean. Chad just shakes his head and presses a kiss to Ryan's forehead.
“Nah, you're just a brat.”
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Fandom/Pairings: High School Musical; Chad/Ryan
Rating: R.
Pre-Notes: Are we tired this yet? :D I am.
Disclaimer: HSM doesn't belong to me. :(
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lips like rubies
Chad is kind of fascinated by Ryan's mouth. As in sometimes Ryan talk to him and Chad has no idea what Ryan is trying to tell him because uh. He's focused on Ryan's mouth and it's hard to process words when Ryan's lips are so red and all Chad can think about is the way they would look wrapped around his cock. It was more awkward when they weren't dating and Ryan would snap his fingers and bring Chad back to reality. Now, Ryan just smirks and takes Chad's hand in his and brings it to his mouth, kissing Chad's fingertips.
“I still thinks it's hilarious how much you love my mouth.”
The retort Chad was going to say dies on his lips as Ryan parts his lips and takes Chad's index finger into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip. Chad groans, because that's the only proper response to that, and Ryan chuckles. The sound goes straight through Chad and to his groin and Ryan smirks around Chad's finger, nipping the tip before releasing it.
“You are a cruel, cruel person.”
“I'm an Evans,” Ryan says with a laugh, “if I weren't at least a little cruel, my family would eat me alive.”
Chad runs a finger along Ryan's lips, “You've given up on the lollipops.”
“Too easy,” Ryan barely moves his lips, “and I'd hate to be repetitive.”
“You could always go for a Popsicle. How's the Katy Perry song go?”
Ryan leans in, lips to Chad's ear, and sings quietly: “Sun-kissed skin, so hot, we'll melt your popsicle, California girls, we're undeniable. Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock . . .”
“I really hate that song.”
“It's overplayed,” Ryan shrugs, “but otherwise a good song. I like it, it's fun to dance to.”
Without warning, Ryan takes Chad's hand and starts dancing around with him. He's humming “California Gurls,” and Chad has to admit that anything coming out of Ryan's mouth becomes his favorite song. He's trying to keep up with the steps Ryan is doing-deceptively simple looking but fairly complicated-but instead he focuses of Ryan's lips and they way they move, the way they form words. Chad presses a kiss to them and Ryan's song dies down and the dance stops in favor of making out. Ryan, chad has learned, is a little bit of a sucker for kisses.
Pulling away just the slight, Ryan says: “My parents are away on business.”
“Sharpay?”
“With the Sharpettes,” Ryan whispers against Chad's lips.
It's an offer that Chad can't exactly refuse. He would be stupid to refuse it, actually, so he doesn't. Chad lets Ryan take his hand and lead him to Ryan's bedroom. He's been in there before, but it always surprises him how plain it is. Ryan's got a full-sized bed with plain blue sheets, his walls are painted white with blue trim, and most of the decorations are theatre posters. It looks like any other teenage boy's bedroom, only with theatre posters instead of naked girls, and things like that are what remind Chad that Ryan's pretty down-to-Earth for someone who effectively owns half of Albuquerque. He's not “normal,” per se, but he's not really a brat either.
Ryan pushes Chad toward the bed, letting him sit down. Once Chad's seated, Ryan sinks to his knees and deftly undoes Chad's jeans, tugging them down with his boxers. Chad kicks them away and Ryan marvels at all the exposed skin, running his hands along Chad's thighs before curling around his hips. Chad's half-hard, and Ryan takes just the head into his mouth, sucking gently before going most of the way down. They've done this before, and Chad knows to keep still while Ryan relaxes his throat and sinks all the way down. He stays there for a moment, getting used to the feeling before swallowing and then settling into an easy rhythm. A little subconsciously, Ryan hums around Chad, and Chad groan. Ryan's looking up at him through his lashes, and it's pretty damn awesome.
It's a struggle to keep still, though, and Chad has to keep focused so he doesn't accidentally buck forward. Ryan runs his tongue along the underside of Chad's cock, and Chad groans again. Getting the very thing he wants is a kind of exquisite torture, because Ryan tends to drag out blowjobs for as long as possible and that's great, but sometimes it makes Chad feel like he's going to explode before he even comes. Today, Ryan seems to be less for teasing and more for results, which Chad appreciates. It's still obscene, though, the way Ryan's lips are stretched around him and the way the wet heat of Ryan's mouth feels. Chad is never going to get tired of it, honestly, and especially not when Ryan is circling his tongue around the head and humming around Chad and how is Chad supposed to keep up with all of that? He's only human.
“Ryan,” Chad chokes out.
There's only a hum from Ryan as a response, and then Chad's coming. Ryan usually swallows, but today he stands carefully and presses his lips to Chad's, gently nudging Chad's lips open enough to pass the come between them. Chad takes it, still unused to the idea of this but unable to deny that it's hot, and Ryan smiles. It's something Chad feels rather than sees, and he smiles back after he's swallowed.
Ryan rests his forehead against Chad's, “Still cruel?”
“Yes,” Chad laughs, “yes, you are. You use all these dirty tricks when you do that.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah.”
They stay like that, foreheads touching and just breathing, for a little while before Chad quietly maneuvers Ryan so he's lying on the bed and Chad is next to him. Chad lies next to him and hugs him close. More than anything, this is his favorite part of everything-the way they can just lie like this for a moment. And okay, Chad's got his hand Ryan's pants pretty quickly and okay, he's totally whispering into Ryan's ear about his mouth and how yes, he totally fucking love it so they're not really just lying there because Ryan is making little needy noises from what Chad's doing. Chad presses a kiss to Ryan's neck as he comes and the sheets are totally a lost cause, but neither of them really care.
Ryan hums as he lifts Chad's hand and licks it clean which, really. It's like Ryan wants Chad to have an inappropriate fixation on his mouth. Ryan just laughs, because Chad might have said that last bit out loud.
“Maybe I do,” Ryan turns so he's facing Chad, “maybe I like the way you like my mouth.”
His are are blue and they're sparkling that way they seem to when Ryan is generally just being a brat, but he's not actually being mean. Chad just shakes his head and presses a kiss to Ryan's forehead.
“Nah, you're just a brat.”
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Postit-Notes: Basically pornmas can be summed up by blowjobs blowjobs blowjobs what is this even why would you write this?
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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comments. :D