Well Do You, Do You Want To? [2/2]
Title: Well Do You, Do You Want To? [2/2]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Brendon gets lucky.
Word Count: 1,345 [this part]; 1,712 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The continued continuation of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from myself. This makes a LOT more sense with the first part, trust me. Seriously, I need to get a life. And yes, I sort of ganked a quote from Queer as Folk. Sue me. You won't get much.
Part 1
Ryan gently pulled Brendon's hands away from his crotch, revealing the young singer's cock. Leaning in to swipe his tongue across the head, Ryan glanced up at Brendon to find an awed look on his face, cheeks tinged an even deeper shade of red.
"You're so beautiful, Brendon," Ryan muttered before taking Brendon's cock into his mouth, letting go of Brendon's wrists to brace himself against his thighs.
Brendon whimpered quietly, his hands darting for the counter behind him, unsure of what to do in such a situation. No one outside of his family had ever even seen him naked, let alone done this to him. It was so new and so awesome, Brendon was already choking on his own breath.
"Bren, you have to breathe," Ryan reminded him softly when he pulled off for a moment, sucking a bruise onto Brendon's hip before wetting two fingers and reaching behind himself.
Brendon would have wondered when Ryan undid his pants and shoved them down if he wasn't so busy trying to breathe and concentrate on Ryan's mouth on him again. Seriously, sexual acts were not made for people with ADHD.
Suddenly, Ryan groaned around Brendon's cock and the younger boy couldn't help himself. He came down Ryan's throat in a rush, clinging to the counter as his legs shook and he gasped for breath.
"Oh, oh my god... Ryan, I'm so sorry... I didn't..."
Ryan pulled off, licking a missed drop of cum from the corner of his mouth, and stood, not bothering to fix up his pants. He pressed up against Brendon then, his hard cock digging into the singer's thigh, and leaned in to kiss a trail up Brendon's jaw from chin to ear.
"I... Ryan, I..."
"Shh," Ryan breathed in the younger boy's ear, resting a hand on his bare chest. "It's okay."
"No, no, it's not, I-I came too fast... I'm sorry, I don't... I've never-"
Ryan stopped Brendon with a finger to his lips, kissing a still-flushed cheek. "I was just taking the edge off. We've got all day."
A look of realization spread across Brendon's face, a soft 'oh' escaping him from behind Ryan's finger. He brought his hand up to take Ryan's hand, pulling it down to his hip slowly, tentatively. Looking from Ryan's eyes to his mouth, Brendon leaned in by degrees until his lips were pressed to Ryan's, a shaking hand pushing up the hem of the other boy's shirt.
Ryan was letting Brendon go as slow as he wanted, letting the singer take the lead. He helped Brendon pull off his shirt and gasped when Brendon's hand brushed his ass as he pushed his pants to the floor.
"I want to feel you inside of me, Brendon," Ryan mumbled against the younger boy's lips, reaching down to palm Brendon's reawakening cock.
Brendon whimpered and pushed his hips forward into Ryan's hand, his grip on Ryan's shoulder tightening. "Tell me what to do," he whispered back, pulling back to look Ryan in the eye.
Ryan's eyes darted around the kitchen for a moment before settling on a bottle of cooking oil and he leaned over to grab it. Pouring some into his hand, he stroked Brendon to full hardness again, licking into his mouth as he did so. He stopped after a moment, Brendon making a soft noise of protest, and pulled away to stand by the clearest part of the counter a few feet away. Turning to lean over the counter, Ryan proudly displayed his ass, bringing the hand back that still had a little oil on it to tease his hole.
"So, are you coming or going? Or coming, and then going? Or coming, and staying?" Ryan beckoned from over his shoulder, his mouth forming a perfect little 'o' as he pushed three fingers into himself at once.
Brendon was behind him in an instant, pulling Ryan's hand out of the way before lining up and carefully pushing in, his breath hitching as he sunk deep into Ryan's tight, warm ass.
Ryan grunted in pain, his muscles clenching against the intrusion, and he grabbed Brendon's hip to still him. "Fuck, don't move."
"Ryan... Am-am I hurting you? God, I'm sorry, I don't...," Brendon rambled, attempting to pull out but Ryan dug his nails into his hip.
"I said, don't fucking move."
Brendon froze and Ryan felt it safe to let go of Brendon's hip, moving his hand to hold himself up instead, breathing deep to relax himself.
"Jeez, Ryan, does it always hurt?" Brendon asked curiously, finding it hard to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth when Ryan's ass was so, so tight around his cock.
"I don't know, I've never done this before."
Brendon only had a moment to try to digest that before Ryan was rolling his hips and telling him to move. Despite knowing very little about sex, Brendon's instincts kicked in at that point and he pulled out before pushing back in, taking up a slow pace that made his head spin with how amazing it felt.
Ryan was mostly quiet at first, letting out soft little mewling noises as he let Brendon fuck him slowly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Trying to find a better angle, Ryan shifted his weight slightly and Brendon's next thrust made him cry out loudly, echoing off the tile in the kitchen.
Brendon froze, worried he was hurting Ryan again, although the feeling of Ryan's muscles rippling along his cock was almost too good to be real.
"No, fuck, Brendon, don't stop... oh god, please..."
Ryan didn't have to tell him twice and Brendon quickly resumed his previous pace, the noises Ryan was making fueling the fire in the pit of his stomach. Without even thinking about it, Brendon's thrusts came harder, quicker, and he grabbed a fistful of Ryan's shoulder-length hair for more leverage.
"Brendon... Brendon, fuck," Ryan hissed, steadying himself with one hand and reaching down with the other to wrap around his cock. He barely got two strokes in before he was groaning Brendon's name, spilling over his knuckles and down the front of the dishwasher. Brendon's hips stuttered and he followed Ryan with a soft cry, fingers tightening in Ryan's hair.
When Brendon could think again, he let go of his death-grip on Ryan's hair and pulled out, causing the elder to whimper in pain. Ryan slumped against the counter once Brendon was no longer there to hold him up, his knees attempting to give out under him.
"Jeez, Brendon hasn't even been in the band for two whole months and you've already corrupted him, Ryan," came Spencer's voice from the entrance to the kitchen along with a pair of towels that landed on the counter near Ryan's head.
Brendon nearly jumped a foot in the air, hastily grabbing a towel to cover himself. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that now I'm the only virgin left in this band."
Ryan snorted a laugh, grabbing the remaining towel and wiping off the door of the dishwasher before wrapping it around his waist. "Well, there was that time in sophomore year..."
"I swear to god, Ryan, you keep talking and I will seriously have to kill you. You said that didn't count!"
"It doesn't," Ryan answered nonchalantly, picking up his clothes. "C'mon, Brendon, let's go get dressed before Spencer here has a shit-fit."
Brendon quickly followed Ryan out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room, leaving Spencer to shake his head at the two of them.
"So... so what does this mean?" Brendon inquired once they were alone in his room.
Ryan dropped his towel and started pulling his pants back on, watching Brendon carefully. "What do you want it to mean?"
"I... I don't know. I-I think I might... I mean, I really, really like you, Ryan..."
Ryan stepped in front of Brendon and kissed him once again, soft and tame.
"...Like, a lot."
Ryan smiled. "Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky."
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Brendon gets lucky.
Word Count: 1,345 [this part]; 1,712 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The continued continuation of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from myself. This makes a LOT more sense with the first part, trust me. Seriously, I need to get a life. And yes, I sort of ganked a quote from Queer as Folk. Sue me. You won't get much.
Part 1
Ryan gently pulled Brendon's hands away from his crotch, revealing the young singer's cock. Leaning in to swipe his tongue across the head, Ryan glanced up at Brendon to find an awed look on his face, cheeks tinged an even deeper shade of red.
"You're so beautiful, Brendon," Ryan muttered before taking Brendon's cock into his mouth, letting go of Brendon's wrists to brace himself against his thighs.
Brendon whimpered quietly, his hands darting for the counter behind him, unsure of what to do in such a situation. No one outside of his family had ever even seen him naked, let alone done this to him. It was so new and so awesome, Brendon was already choking on his own breath.
"Bren, you have to breathe," Ryan reminded him softly when he pulled off for a moment, sucking a bruise onto Brendon's hip before wetting two fingers and reaching behind himself.
Brendon would have wondered when Ryan undid his pants and shoved them down if he wasn't so busy trying to breathe and concentrate on Ryan's mouth on him again. Seriously, sexual acts were not made for people with ADHD.
Suddenly, Ryan groaned around Brendon's cock and the younger boy couldn't help himself. He came down Ryan's throat in a rush, clinging to the counter as his legs shook and he gasped for breath.
"Oh, oh my god... Ryan, I'm so sorry... I didn't..."
Ryan pulled off, licking a missed drop of cum from the corner of his mouth, and stood, not bothering to fix up his pants. He pressed up against Brendon then, his hard cock digging into the singer's thigh, and leaned in to kiss a trail up Brendon's jaw from chin to ear.
"I... Ryan, I..."
"Shh," Ryan breathed in the younger boy's ear, resting a hand on his bare chest. "It's okay."
"No, no, it's not, I-I came too fast... I'm sorry, I don't... I've never-"
Ryan stopped Brendon with a finger to his lips, kissing a still-flushed cheek. "I was just taking the edge off. We've got all day."
A look of realization spread across Brendon's face, a soft 'oh' escaping him from behind Ryan's finger. He brought his hand up to take Ryan's hand, pulling it down to his hip slowly, tentatively. Looking from Ryan's eyes to his mouth, Brendon leaned in by degrees until his lips were pressed to Ryan's, a shaking hand pushing up the hem of the other boy's shirt.
Ryan was letting Brendon go as slow as he wanted, letting the singer take the lead. He helped Brendon pull off his shirt and gasped when Brendon's hand brushed his ass as he pushed his pants to the floor.
"I want to feel you inside of me, Brendon," Ryan mumbled against the younger boy's lips, reaching down to palm Brendon's reawakening cock.
Brendon whimpered and pushed his hips forward into Ryan's hand, his grip on Ryan's shoulder tightening. "Tell me what to do," he whispered back, pulling back to look Ryan in the eye.
Ryan's eyes darted around the kitchen for a moment before settling on a bottle of cooking oil and he leaned over to grab it. Pouring some into his hand, he stroked Brendon to full hardness again, licking into his mouth as he did so. He stopped after a moment, Brendon making a soft noise of protest, and pulled away to stand by the clearest part of the counter a few feet away. Turning to lean over the counter, Ryan proudly displayed his ass, bringing the hand back that still had a little oil on it to tease his hole.
"So, are you coming or going? Or coming, and then going? Or coming, and staying?" Ryan beckoned from over his shoulder, his mouth forming a perfect little 'o' as he pushed three fingers into himself at once.
Brendon was behind him in an instant, pulling Ryan's hand out of the way before lining up and carefully pushing in, his breath hitching as he sunk deep into Ryan's tight, warm ass.
Ryan grunted in pain, his muscles clenching against the intrusion, and he grabbed Brendon's hip to still him. "Fuck, don't move."
"Ryan... Am-am I hurting you? God, I'm sorry, I don't...," Brendon rambled, attempting to pull out but Ryan dug his nails into his hip.
"I said, don't fucking move."
Brendon froze and Ryan felt it safe to let go of Brendon's hip, moving his hand to hold himself up instead, breathing deep to relax himself.
"Jeez, Ryan, does it always hurt?" Brendon asked curiously, finding it hard to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth when Ryan's ass was so, so tight around his cock.
"I don't know, I've never done this before."
Brendon only had a moment to try to digest that before Ryan was rolling his hips and telling him to move. Despite knowing very little about sex, Brendon's instincts kicked in at that point and he pulled out before pushing back in, taking up a slow pace that made his head spin with how amazing it felt.
Ryan was mostly quiet at first, letting out soft little mewling noises as he let Brendon fuck him slowly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. Trying to find a better angle, Ryan shifted his weight slightly and Brendon's next thrust made him cry out loudly, echoing off the tile in the kitchen.
Brendon froze, worried he was hurting Ryan again, although the feeling of Ryan's muscles rippling along his cock was almost too good to be real.
"No, fuck, Brendon, don't stop... oh god, please..."
Ryan didn't have to tell him twice and Brendon quickly resumed his previous pace, the noises Ryan was making fueling the fire in the pit of his stomach. Without even thinking about it, Brendon's thrusts came harder, quicker, and he grabbed a fistful of Ryan's shoulder-length hair for more leverage.
"Brendon... Brendon, fuck," Ryan hissed, steadying himself with one hand and reaching down with the other to wrap around his cock. He barely got two strokes in before he was groaning Brendon's name, spilling over his knuckles and down the front of the dishwasher. Brendon's hips stuttered and he followed Ryan with a soft cry, fingers tightening in Ryan's hair.
When Brendon could think again, he let go of his death-grip on Ryan's hair and pulled out, causing the elder to whimper in pain. Ryan slumped against the counter once Brendon was no longer there to hold him up, his knees attempting to give out under him.
"Jeez, Brendon hasn't even been in the band for two whole months and you've already corrupted him, Ryan," came Spencer's voice from the entrance to the kitchen along with a pair of towels that landed on the counter near Ryan's head.
Brendon nearly jumped a foot in the air, hastily grabbing a towel to cover himself. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know that now I'm the only virgin left in this band."
Ryan snorted a laugh, grabbing the remaining towel and wiping off the door of the dishwasher before wrapping it around his waist. "Well, there was that time in sophomore year..."
"I swear to god, Ryan, you keep talking and I will seriously have to kill you. You said that didn't count!"
"It doesn't," Ryan answered nonchalantly, picking up his clothes. "C'mon, Brendon, let's go get dressed before Spencer here has a shit-fit."
Brendon quickly followed Ryan out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room, leaving Spencer to shake his head at the two of them.
"So... so what does this mean?" Brendon inquired once they were alone in his room.
Ryan dropped his towel and started pulling his pants back on, watching Brendon carefully. "What do you want it to mean?"
"I... I don't know. I-I think I might... I mean, I really, really like you, Ryan..."
Ryan stepped in front of Brendon and kissed him once again, soft and tame.
"...Like, a lot."
Ryan smiled. "Lucky, lucky, you're so lucky."
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.