Well Do You, Do You Want To? [1/2] [NaNoRyRo 22]
Title: Well Do You, Do You Want To? [1/2] [NaNoRyRo 22]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, Ryan centric
Summary: When Brendon's parents are away, little Brendon comes out to play.
Word Count: 367 [this part]; 1,712 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids. Especially you, Bden, I see you lurking over there. *SpencerSmithglare*
Beta: None.
Author Notes: My prompt: When Brendon was a teenager he would walk around the house naked when his parents were gone. (Oh god, my summary is so corny! *facepalm*)
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Part 2
When Ryan stepped through Brendon's unlocked front door, he wasn't expecting Brendon to be in the kitchen making lunch buck naked. Damn, that boy had a fine ass...
"Brendon?"
The younger boy turned to face Ryan, a surprised look on his face. "Ryan, what are you doing here?" Suddenly remembering he was naked, Brendon quickly covered himself, a red tinge coming to his face. "What are you doing here?" he repeated, his voice a little more hysterical.
"Uhm, I came over to see if you wanted to hang out or something, since your parents are away..."
There was a long awkward silence in which Brendon searched with wild eyes for something bigger than his hand to cover himself with while Ryan practically stared at his naked lead singer. Oh yeah, he knew there was an underlying reason for letting Brendon in the band that he wasn't aware of and that had nothing to do with his musical talents, and now he definitely knew.
"You know, maybe you could stop staring at me and let me go get dressed, or something."
Knowing he was caught, Ryan let his eyes slowly trail back up to Brendon's face, his cheeks still flushed. "I could," he replied calmly, stepping closer to Brendon. "But I don't think I want to."
Brendon backed himself into the counter, Ryan only one step in front of him. "Please, don't hurt me."
Ryan tilted his head. "Now why would I want to hurt you, Brendon?" he asked quietly, taking that last step and cupping the younger boy's jaw. "I want to make you feel so, so good. You do trust me, right?"
"Well, I... well, yeah. But, I mean-"
"Shh," Ryan interrupted, pressing his lips to Brendon's cheekbone softly. "Just trust me."
Brendon nodded, and Ryan immediately went for the singer's neck, sucking lightly and just barely grazing his teeth over the tendons there. He slowly moved down to Brendon's collarbone and then his nipples, finally trailing his tongue down Brendon's stomach as he dropped to his knees. The younger boy swallowed audibly, looking down at Ryan.
Ryan grabbed Brendon's wrists as his hands were still trying to cover his now hard cock. "You'll love this."
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: R
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, Ryan centric
Summary: When Brendon's parents are away, little Brendon comes out to play.
Word Count: 367 [this part]; 1,712 [total]
Disclaimer: Not my boys, never happened. Don't Google yourselves, kids. Especially you, Bden, I see you lurking over there. *SpencerSmithglare*
Beta: None.
Author Notes: My prompt: When Brendon was a teenager he would walk around the house naked when his parents were gone. (Oh god, my summary is so corny! *facepalm*)
'09 NaNoRyRo Masterlist
Part 2
When Ryan stepped through Brendon's unlocked front door, he wasn't expecting Brendon to be in the kitchen making lunch buck naked. Damn, that boy had a fine ass...
"Brendon?"
The younger boy turned to face Ryan, a surprised look on his face. "Ryan, what are you doing here?" Suddenly remembering he was naked, Brendon quickly covered himself, a red tinge coming to his face. "What are you doing here?" he repeated, his voice a little more hysterical.
"Uhm, I came over to see if you wanted to hang out or something, since your parents are away..."
There was a long awkward silence in which Brendon searched with wild eyes for something bigger than his hand to cover himself with while Ryan practically stared at his naked lead singer. Oh yeah, he knew there was an underlying reason for letting Brendon in the band that he wasn't aware of and that had nothing to do with his musical talents, and now he definitely knew.
"You know, maybe you could stop staring at me and let me go get dressed, or something."
Knowing he was caught, Ryan let his eyes slowly trail back up to Brendon's face, his cheeks still flushed. "I could," he replied calmly, stepping closer to Brendon. "But I don't think I want to."
Brendon backed himself into the counter, Ryan only one step in front of him. "Please, don't hurt me."
Ryan tilted his head. "Now why would I want to hurt you, Brendon?" he asked quietly, taking that last step and cupping the younger boy's jaw. "I want to make you feel so, so good. You do trust me, right?"
"Well, I... well, yeah. But, I mean-"
"Shh," Ryan interrupted, pressing his lips to Brendon's cheekbone softly. "Just trust me."
Brendon nodded, and Ryan immediately went for the singer's neck, sucking lightly and just barely grazing his teeth over the tendons there. He slowly moved down to Brendon's collarbone and then his nipples, finally trailing his tongue down Brendon's stomach as he dropped to his knees. The younger boy swallowed audibly, looking down at Ryan.
Ryan grabbed Brendon's wrists as his hands were still trying to cover his now hard cock. "You'll love this."