Boys Will Be Boys [1/3]
Title: Boys Will Be Boys [1/3]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Drunk and shirtless Brendon. Enough said.
Word Count: 1,462 [this part]; 4,311 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: This one is a few months old. I'd just like to take the time to thank all of my readers ('specially you, Juma <3), you guys are so great and you make me laugh out loud with your comments of gold, and my two current betas who mean the world to me. Thanks a million for reading/commenting, everyone.
Part 2 : Part 3
Brendon was drunk and shirtless. Again.
"Come on, Ryan, it's fun!"
"I'm not taking my shirt off, Brendon."
"Puhleeease?" he pouted, batting his eyelashes at me.
Unfortunately, I was stuck with him and that stupid pouty face was more adorable than a fat kitten on catnip. On the bright side, we were alone, and I wouldn't have to deal with the guys poking fun at Brendon flirting with me.
"Fine," I replied, stripping off my t-shirt before leaning back against the couch.
He grinned and took another swig of his beer. "You're too easy."
I tried to ignore him and pay attention to the show I was watching on TV.
"Wonder what else I can make you take off?"
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and I almost spit out my own beer all over myself. "What?"
He jumped in my lap, straddling my thighs as he breathed acrid beer breath in my face. "The pants, maybe?"
He tried to kiss me then, but I turned my head in time for him to catch my cheek. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.
"Brendon, get off."
He smirked at me. "Oh I'll get off. I'll get off all over you."
"Brendon, gross! Get off of me, you drunken charlatan."
He was stroking my chest with his godly piano hands and, sure, it felt nice, but this was NOT the way I would have liked this to go.
"Stop that."
"You know you like it," he sing-songed, lowering his eyelids and giving me one of his 'sexy' faces.
"I do not - ow!"
Grabbing his wrists, I pulled his hands away from my sensitive nipples and held them out to the sides.
"Someone's peaky!" he yelled, wiggling in my lap.
I rolled my eyes, but now that I had his hands in check, I had no way of defending myself from his mouth. Those devilish plush lips went straight for my neck, sucking hard at my jugular.
"Brendon..." I tried to make my voice sound as annoyed as possible, but that didn't work out how I had planned, considering I had a pair of very talented lips attached to my neck in a very pleasurable way. "Stop, you're... gonna give me a hickey..."
As he pulled off, he bit down on the spot he had been sucking, making me let out a very embarrassing squeak. I blushed profusely.
"Oh, so Ryan likes that, huh?" he muttered, grinning down at me before moving to my collar bone.
I was positive all the blood in my body was going to my face and I tried to keep my vocal responses to his inappropriate mouthing to a minimum. At least until he bent down to lave at my nipple, and at that point I felt the blood rush from my face to somewhere entirely different.
"Bren... I'm serious... C-cut it out..."
He worked his wrists out of my weakened grasp and moved his hands over my sides and down to my crotch, where he quickly found how much of an effect he had on me.
"Well well, looks like little Ryan doesn't think I should stop. If I were you, I'd let the kid have some fun."
"Brendon, you're drunk," I tried to reason with him as he began to undo my pants. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
He slid off my lap backwards, taking my pants with him. I didn't fight him as he pulled them completely off and went for my underwear. If he really wanted to do this, I honestly didn't mind. But god forbid if someone found out, or worse - if Brendon later thought I had raped him or some ridiculous thing. If anyone was doing the raping, it was surely Brendon, not me.
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked as he pulled my boxers off and situated himself on the floor between my knees.
He looked up at me with a devious smirk and I had to admit, seeing Brendon fucking Urie on his knees with his mouth inches away from my cock was very, if not immensely, hot.
"Oh, I do," he whispered, flicking his tongue out to tease my slit.
"Oh-okay," I gasped, and he ran his tongue all the way around the head before sucking it into his mouth.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he worked that sinful little tongue, massaging and sucking alternately. His eyes stayed closed for the most part, unless he was looking up at me through his bangs. One hand rested on my hip, and the other was out of sight, presumably pleasuring himself.
He finally took my whole length into his mouth and I groaned, fisting a hand in his silky hair.
"Christ...," I whispered as he continued to use his tongue as his head bobbed in my lap. "Where the fuck... did you learn this?"
Brendon glared at me as if to say, 'I don't know how your mother raised you, but I was taught not to talk with my mouth full,' and I let it go.
My hand tightened in his hair when I felt the tiny vibrations all along my cock as he moaned around me. I had been right; he was touching himself.
"Oh, god, Bren... c-careful...," I muttered as he brought me to the edge. I didn't want to surprise him.
He slowed down for a minute, teasing me, trying to make it last. It was amazing, something I suddenly felt like I should have thought of first. His moaning came more frequently, and the buzz of his throat made me gasp every time.
Moving the hand he had on my hip to the base of my cock, he went all out, using both his mouth and hand at once. I came then, my fingers nearly ripping the hair from his head in my tight grasp. Most of it he managed to swallow in one take, but a small amount dripped down my shaft and some trickled down his chin. I let him clean me off, but before he could get it off of his chin, I pulled him up to lick it off of him myself.
"If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen you do...," he muttered against my lips, and I was thinking the same exact thing about him.
I grinned at him before throwing him down on the couch and pinning his hips down. His pants were undone already, so I simply pushed them down farther. "Then you're gonna cream really hard when I do this," I finished for him, licking up the underside of his very erect cock.
He merely stared at me, his eyes wide and mouth agape. I quickly made him change that face to a much sexier one as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.
"Christ, Ryan... I never... maybe I should tease you more often...," he muttered, throwing his head back and placing careful hands on the back of my head. He tried to kick his pants off the rest of the way, so I helped him get them off, throwing them in the direction of my own.
I was trying to make it slow, but he kept trying to push my head down faster. When that failed, he attempted to buck up into my mouth, but I had his hips firmly pinned to the couch.
"Fuck, Ryan, stop teasing me and finish it already," he pleaded, lifting his head up to look at me.
I looked him dead in the eye as I allowed him to set the pace, relaxing my throat as much as I could to accommodate all of him. He groaned as he fucked my face, keeping eye contact with me. Suddenly, with a shocked cry that told me he didn't even expect it, he came on the downstroke, nearly choking me.
He didn't taste much different from myself and I diligently swallowed it all, trying to get every last drop.
"...Wow...," was all he could manage to say as I crawled up to him and laid my head on his chest.
He draped his arms around my back and pulled me close. I pressed my lips to his chest before looking up at him.
"Are you sober now?"
He raised an eyebrow at me. "After that? Never have been less inebriated. Why?"
I bit my lip, a small grin beginning to spread across my face. "I was just wondering... just maybe... now that you're sober..."
"Out with it, Ross."
I gave a sheepish smile. "Round two?"
He bust out in a wide smile and rolled so that he could pin me against the back of the couch.
"My thoughts exactly."
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Drunk and shirtless Brendon. Enough said.
Word Count: 1,462 [this part]; 4,311 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids.
Beta: A good friend who wishes to remain unnamed.
Author Notes: This one is a few months old. I'd just like to take the time to thank all of my readers ('specially you, Juma <3), you guys are so great and you make me laugh out loud with your comments of gold, and my two current betas who mean the world to me. Thanks a million for reading/commenting, everyone.
Part 2 : Part 3
Brendon was drunk and shirtless. Again.
"Come on, Ryan, it's fun!"
"I'm not taking my shirt off, Brendon."
"Puhleeease?" he pouted, batting his eyelashes at me.
Unfortunately, I was stuck with him and that stupid pouty face was more adorable than a fat kitten on catnip. On the bright side, we were alone, and I wouldn't have to deal with the guys poking fun at Brendon flirting with me.
"Fine," I replied, stripping off my t-shirt before leaning back against the couch.
He grinned and took another swig of his beer. "You're too easy."
I tried to ignore him and pay attention to the show I was watching on TV.
"Wonder what else I can make you take off?"
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and I almost spit out my own beer all over myself. "What?"
He jumped in my lap, straddling my thighs as he breathed acrid beer breath in my face. "The pants, maybe?"
He tried to kiss me then, but I turned my head in time for him to catch my cheek. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge.
"Brendon, get off."
He smirked at me. "Oh I'll get off. I'll get off all over you."
"Brendon, gross! Get off of me, you drunken charlatan."
He was stroking my chest with his godly piano hands and, sure, it felt nice, but this was NOT the way I would have liked this to go.
"Stop that."
"You know you like it," he sing-songed, lowering his eyelids and giving me one of his 'sexy' faces.
"I do not - ow!"
Grabbing his wrists, I pulled his hands away from my sensitive nipples and held them out to the sides.
"Someone's peaky!" he yelled, wiggling in my lap.
I rolled my eyes, but now that I had his hands in check, I had no way of defending myself from his mouth. Those devilish plush lips went straight for my neck, sucking hard at my jugular.
"Brendon..." I tried to make my voice sound as annoyed as possible, but that didn't work out how I had planned, considering I had a pair of very talented lips attached to my neck in a very pleasurable way. "Stop, you're... gonna give me a hickey..."
As he pulled off, he bit down on the spot he had been sucking, making me let out a very embarrassing squeak. I blushed profusely.
"Oh, so Ryan likes that, huh?" he muttered, grinning down at me before moving to my collar bone.
I was positive all the blood in my body was going to my face and I tried to keep my vocal responses to his inappropriate mouthing to a minimum. At least until he bent down to lave at my nipple, and at that point I felt the blood rush from my face to somewhere entirely different.
"Bren... I'm serious... C-cut it out..."
He worked his wrists out of my weakened grasp and moved his hands over my sides and down to my crotch, where he quickly found how much of an effect he had on me.
"Well well, looks like little Ryan doesn't think I should stop. If I were you, I'd let the kid have some fun."
"Brendon, you're drunk," I tried to reason with him as he began to undo my pants. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
He slid off my lap backwards, taking my pants with him. I didn't fight him as he pulled them completely off and went for my underwear. If he really wanted to do this, I honestly didn't mind. But god forbid if someone found out, or worse - if Brendon later thought I had raped him or some ridiculous thing. If anyone was doing the raping, it was surely Brendon, not me.
"Do you really want to do this?" I asked as he pulled my boxers off and situated himself on the floor between my knees.
He looked up at me with a devious smirk and I had to admit, seeing Brendon fucking Urie on his knees with his mouth inches away from my cock was very, if not immensely, hot.
"Oh, I do," he whispered, flicking his tongue out to tease my slit.
"Oh-okay," I gasped, and he ran his tongue all the way around the head before sucking it into his mouth.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he worked that sinful little tongue, massaging and sucking alternately. His eyes stayed closed for the most part, unless he was looking up at me through his bangs. One hand rested on my hip, and the other was out of sight, presumably pleasuring himself.
He finally took my whole length into his mouth and I groaned, fisting a hand in his silky hair.
"Christ...," I whispered as he continued to use his tongue as his head bobbed in my lap. "Where the fuck... did you learn this?"
Brendon glared at me as if to say, 'I don't know how your mother raised you, but I was taught not to talk with my mouth full,' and I let it go.
My hand tightened in his hair when I felt the tiny vibrations all along my cock as he moaned around me. I had been right; he was touching himself.
"Oh, god, Bren... c-careful...," I muttered as he brought me to the edge. I didn't want to surprise him.
He slowed down for a minute, teasing me, trying to make it last. It was amazing, something I suddenly felt like I should have thought of first. His moaning came more frequently, and the buzz of his throat made me gasp every time.
Moving the hand he had on my hip to the base of my cock, he went all out, using both his mouth and hand at once. I came then, my fingers nearly ripping the hair from his head in my tight grasp. Most of it he managed to swallow in one take, but a small amount dripped down my shaft and some trickled down his chin. I let him clean me off, but before he could get it off of his chin, I pulled him up to lick it off of him myself.
"If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen you do...," he muttered against my lips, and I was thinking the same exact thing about him.
I grinned at him before throwing him down on the couch and pinning his hips down. His pants were undone already, so I simply pushed them down farther. "Then you're gonna cream really hard when I do this," I finished for him, licking up the underside of his very erect cock.
He merely stared at me, his eyes wide and mouth agape. I quickly made him change that face to a much sexier one as I took as much of him as I could into my mouth.
"Christ, Ryan... I never... maybe I should tease you more often...," he muttered, throwing his head back and placing careful hands on the back of my head. He tried to kick his pants off the rest of the way, so I helped him get them off, throwing them in the direction of my own.
I was trying to make it slow, but he kept trying to push my head down faster. When that failed, he attempted to buck up into my mouth, but I had his hips firmly pinned to the couch.
"Fuck, Ryan, stop teasing me and finish it already," he pleaded, lifting his head up to look at me.
I looked him dead in the eye as I allowed him to set the pace, relaxing my throat as much as I could to accommodate all of him. He groaned as he fucked my face, keeping eye contact with me. Suddenly, with a shocked cry that told me he didn't even expect it, he came on the downstroke, nearly choking me.
He didn't taste much different from myself and I diligently swallowed it all, trying to get every last drop.
"...Wow...," was all he could manage to say as I crawled up to him and laid my head on his chest.
He draped his arms around my back and pulled me close. I pressed my lips to his chest before looking up at him.
"Are you sober now?"
He raised an eyebrow at me. "After that? Never have been less inebriated. Why?"
I bit my lip, a small grin beginning to spread across my face. "I was just wondering... just maybe... now that you're sober..."
"Out with it, Ross."
I gave a sheepish smile. "Round two?"
He bust out in a wide smile and rolled so that he could pin me against the back of the couch.
"My thoughts exactly."