WIAYEEBN 10
Title: When I’m Around You Everything Else Becomes Nothing - 10/?
Author: minus_four
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Brendon likes to tease onstage but Ryan's had enough of the games.
Disclaimer: Not real (you know, probably…)
Author Notes: So much love to all who read and comment, makes me happy <3
Warnings: Just Ryro cussing a whole lot (and the boysexing of course)
Previous chapters under the cut:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
I didn't know how much longer I could take it.
Brendon's always liked to play onstage. I used to think it was about getting a reaction from the crowd; always the entertainer moving those hips like only he can, singing in my face, at my neck, giving me those eyes. Now, of course, I know it's about me.
Ever since we started this part of the tour though he's been ramping it up every night, touching me every chance he gets, places which aren't obvious but he knows exactly what buttons to push and make me crazy. Mouthing in my ear, his breath hotter than ever as he pants from the effort of that last note, barely above a whisper as I try desperately to keep my fingers on the right strings at the right moment while he's telling me how fuckable I look tonight and what he's going to do to me once this song is finished.
The worst part of it though has been that for the past three nights Brendon has just been such a fucking tease. Oh, we've spent quality time together at night in our bunks, getting each other off; trying not to moan as his hand is stroking me hard or I'm swallowing him down. But for at least an hour before we hit our bunks I've been left so fucking aroused and just... frustrated. Brendon knows I don't jerk off anymore, not since we got together. And I know he knows I want him inside me so bad but every night he's said he's too tired to have sex after playing a big show. I know it's not true; Brendon's doing this for a reason. I just wish I knew what the hell it was.
On the fourth night of him practically fucking my ear with his tongue in front of thousands of people I feel like I'm going to explode as he digs his fingers right into my hip whilst it's still dark onstage between set ups, letting go just a split second before the lights go up and I have to remember what song we're meant to play next. All I can think is what the fuck is he trying to do to me? as I use every last bit of willpower I have to keep myself from pushing Brendon to the floor so we can really give all those people out there a show. We've still got over half the set to go before we finish and I'm already hard.
I've always liked to watch Brendon bring my words to life with his voice - usually absorbed in the energy of the crowd - but I realise my mistake as soon as he turns to me instead to sing 'a better fuck', his eyes screaming sex, and I'm suddenly scared I might actually lose it and just come in my pants onstage.
Fixing my gaze on the sea of faces in front of me as we go into the chorus I thank God that apparently I do have some control over these things and for the heat of the lights being able to disguise the flush I can feel flooding my cheeks. The only coherent thought I can form in my mind as I fumble with my guitar is why?
"What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" I shove Brendon into one of the small rooms backstage and slam the door behind me.
"I'm not doing anything," Brendon's eyes look innocent and slightly hurt but he can't keep the smirk from creeping onto his lips as he speaks.
"You fucking well are!" I run a hand through my hair and sit down on the small couch, afraid that I might actually slap Brendon if I don't calm down a little, my chest moving heavily through my shirt. "The last four nights - I mean fucking hell, Bren!"
"Wow, you sure curse a whole lot more when you're frustrated. It's interesting" Brendon observes thoughtfully, still smiling, "and kinda hot."
His voice is deliberately laced with want and I can't take it anymore. Launching myself up from the couch I grab Brendon by both shoulders and without losing any momentum we hit the wall behind him with a thud. My hands desperately clawing at his chest I crash my mouth against his, straight away pushing my tongue down his throat as I moan deeply at the possibility of the release I've needed for the last hour.
"God Ry," Brendon says once I finally break away him, panting with my fingers still tight in his shirt, "you look so amazing right now; all need and hungry eyes. Jesus," he whispers, raising a hand to stroke down my cheek. He opens his mouth to speak again but I cut him off, starting from where I'd left off, reaching one hand down to roughly palm him through his tight as hell jeans, thankfully finding him already hardening under my hand.
"You better fuck me right the hell now, Bren, or I swear to God -" the words fall fast from my lips, hot in his ear as I find myself unconsciously grinding against Brendon's hip and I feel like I've never been so desperate to get off in my entire life.
"Right pocket," Brendon answers quickly, sucking at my neck, making me squirm and arch my back.
"You fucking well planned this," I look down at the small bottle of lube in my hand.
"Guess you could say that," he laughs breathily against the skin behind my ear. "I've been taking it onstage with me since we started this leg of the tour. Didn't know how many nights like tonight it would take for you to need it this bad," Brendon moans deep in his throat as I close any possible remaining space between us, spreading his legs around mine as I pin him to the wall with my body. "Wanted you to really let go, Ry."
"Well it fucking worked," I say whilst bringing one thigh up slowly under Brendon's balls, making him jerk involuntarily. I want to be angry but the truth is I'm so turned on by now all I can think of is how incredible he's going to feel inside me after all this build up. "Need you in me, Bren," I whine softly into his neck, still working my leg a little against his erection.
"No Ry," Brendon pushes me away slightly so he can look me right in the eye. "I want you to fuck me."
"I - I don't..." I shake my head, trying to clear it through the throbbing desire filling my mind. I'd only ever bottomed before, too nervous to take control with Brendon, scared I'd do it wrong or hurt him or something. "That's what this is about?"
"This is about letting go," he wraps a reassuring hand around the back of my neck as if he thinks I might back away (he knows me too well). "Come on Ry, there's no reason to be anxious about this. You'll be great; you just have to trust yourself. I do," Brendon looks right down into me and I find myself nodding. "One second," Brendon reaches over to turn the lock under the door handle before starting to unbutton his jeans and kicking them off with his boxers into a pile on the floor. After quickly adding mine to his I press my body back with Brendon's, moaning softly into his kiss as our erections rub together.
"How-" Brendon cuts me off with another short kiss before taking my hand and leading me over to the side of the couch. His hands flat on the rounded arm of the sofa Brendon bends over it slightly, his legs spread open, before turning his head to meet my eyes. Stepping up behind him I circle my hands firmly around his hips, running my thumbs over the ridges, savouring the feeling beneath my fingers.
"Come on Ry, let's do this," Brendon pushes back a little, the crease of his ass moving against the head of my cock. "Need you now."
There's an element of desperation in Brendon's voice that I'm not sure I've heard before and my cock twitches as all the pent up desire I'd forgotten about comes rushing back to me.
Drizzling lube onto my hand I trail one finger down to his entrance before pressing in tentatively. Straight away it sinks right inside as Brendon pushes back again impatiently. I quickly add a second finger, remembering to scissor them back and forth, stretching the ring of muscle. Feeling Brendon suddenly jerk against me I realise I've found his prostate and spend a few moments curling my fingers into the spot, enjoying the noises which escape from deep in Brendon's throat as I grip at his hip with one hand, holding him still. The third finger needs a little more pressure from me to work it in and I hesitate slightly.
"That's enough, Ry. It's okay," Brendon's voice is hazy with need but I can hear how sure he is.
My erection is achingly hard now, the head shining with pre-come when I go to slick myself up. I take a deep breath as I position myself at Brendon's opening, both of my hands placed firmly back at his hips. Tightening my fingers I begin to push myself into Brendon, choking out a gasp at the sensation of muscle encircling the head of my cock. Slowly pressing in deeper I let out a quiet moan at the feeling of tight warmth taking over my senses as Brendon suddenly moves back against me, taking my whole member into his body.
"Jesus," I manage to choke out and, feeling Brendon relax again under my hands, pull out a little before thrusting back in slightly harder, grinning as Brendon cries out. His fingers are digging deeply into the material of the couch now as he arches his spine and I know I'm hitting the right spot. Keeping my hold on his sides I start quickening my movements when Brendon begins to ride back onto my thrusts again and again, fucking himself on my cock and it is the most amazingly indescribable feeling.
"God Ry, just - oh Jeez and fucking Christ, Ry, Ryan, just - please, Ry, just-" Brendon's babbling incoherently beneath me now, his chest heaving as the strained noises coming with each breath get louder with every time I drive into him. The sounds Brendon make are almost enough to push me right over the edge and I'm losing it myself now, every curse word I know falling in litany from my lips as I thrust harder, harder. Brendon's legs shake against mine and I know he's just as close as I am. One hand still hard on Brendon's hip I lean forward to suck hard on his neck while I snake my other arm between the couch and his shuddering body, reaching for his weeping erection.
Brendon's skin leaves the taste of salt and pure lust on my tongue as my fingers close around his cock and all it takes is a few firm strokes before my name bursts from Brendon's throat as he comes. His muscles are jerking uncontrollably against mine as my own orgasm is wrenched from deep inside, rushing through my entire body as my vision whites out, clenching muscles milking hot spurts of come from my cock with those last few weakening thrusts.
"Fuck," I lift my head when I finally start to come down, slowly pulling out of Brendon and noticing the bite marks I'd inadvertently left in Brendon's neck as I came.
"Jeez, Ry, vampire much?" Brendon laughs, panting as he turns his head to look at me, planting a quick kiss on my jawline before sinking down to his knees, arms still hanging over the side of the sofa for support.
"Well, you did say you wanted me to let go," I push back on the one arm I'd been using to lean my weight against the couch and stand shakily, waiting to regain my balance properly before pulling Brendon to his feet so we could collapse together on the sofa.
"That I did," Brendon nods against my shoulder as I settle into his chest. "And you did," I can hear the smile in Brendon's pride tinted voice as he wraps his arms around me. "Not so bad in the end, now was it?" he asks mischeivously, thumbs tracing invisible patterns in my torso.
"No," I can't help but laugh at how huge an understatement that is as I entwine Brendon's fingers in my own. "In fact, I might even be persuaded to try it again sometime."
"You fucking better," Brendon echoes my laugh as I turn in his embrace to catch his mouth in a kiss. "I mean," he pauses to smirk at me, "no one likes a tease, Ry."
Author: minus_four
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: 1st, Ryan's
Summary: Brendon likes to tease onstage but Ryan's had enough of the games.
Disclaimer: Not real (you know, probably…)
Author Notes: So much love to all who read and comment, makes me happy <3
Warnings: Just Ryro cussing a whole lot (and the boysexing of course)
Previous chapters under the cut:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
I didn't know how much longer I could take it.
Brendon's always liked to play onstage. I used to think it was about getting a reaction from the crowd; always the entertainer moving those hips like only he can, singing in my face, at my neck, giving me those eyes. Now, of course, I know it's about me.
Ever since we started this part of the tour though he's been ramping it up every night, touching me every chance he gets, places which aren't obvious but he knows exactly what buttons to push and make me crazy. Mouthing in my ear, his breath hotter than ever as he pants from the effort of that last note, barely above a whisper as I try desperately to keep my fingers on the right strings at the right moment while he's telling me how fuckable I look tonight and what he's going to do to me once this song is finished.
The worst part of it though has been that for the past three nights Brendon has just been such a fucking tease. Oh, we've spent quality time together at night in our bunks, getting each other off; trying not to moan as his hand is stroking me hard or I'm swallowing him down. But for at least an hour before we hit our bunks I've been left so fucking aroused and just... frustrated. Brendon knows I don't jerk off anymore, not since we got together. And I know he knows I want him inside me so bad but every night he's said he's too tired to have sex after playing a big show. I know it's not true; Brendon's doing this for a reason. I just wish I knew what the hell it was.
On the fourth night of him practically fucking my ear with his tongue in front of thousands of people I feel like I'm going to explode as he digs his fingers right into my hip whilst it's still dark onstage between set ups, letting go just a split second before the lights go up and I have to remember what song we're meant to play next. All I can think is what the fuck is he trying to do to me? as I use every last bit of willpower I have to keep myself from pushing Brendon to the floor so we can really give all those people out there a show. We've still got over half the set to go before we finish and I'm already hard.
I've always liked to watch Brendon bring my words to life with his voice - usually absorbed in the energy of the crowd - but I realise my mistake as soon as he turns to me instead to sing 'a better fuck', his eyes screaming sex, and I'm suddenly scared I might actually lose it and just come in my pants onstage.
Fixing my gaze on the sea of faces in front of me as we go into the chorus I thank God that apparently I do have some control over these things and for the heat of the lights being able to disguise the flush I can feel flooding my cheeks. The only coherent thought I can form in my mind as I fumble with my guitar is why?
"What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" I shove Brendon into one of the small rooms backstage and slam the door behind me.
"I'm not doing anything," Brendon's eyes look innocent and slightly hurt but he can't keep the smirk from creeping onto his lips as he speaks.
"You fucking well are!" I run a hand through my hair and sit down on the small couch, afraid that I might actually slap Brendon if I don't calm down a little, my chest moving heavily through my shirt. "The last four nights - I mean fucking hell, Bren!"
"Wow, you sure curse a whole lot more when you're frustrated. It's interesting" Brendon observes thoughtfully, still smiling, "and kinda hot."
His voice is deliberately laced with want and I can't take it anymore. Launching myself up from the couch I grab Brendon by both shoulders and without losing any momentum we hit the wall behind him with a thud. My hands desperately clawing at his chest I crash my mouth against his, straight away pushing my tongue down his throat as I moan deeply at the possibility of the release I've needed for the last hour.
"God Ry," Brendon says once I finally break away him, panting with my fingers still tight in his shirt, "you look so amazing right now; all need and hungry eyes. Jesus," he whispers, raising a hand to stroke down my cheek. He opens his mouth to speak again but I cut him off, starting from where I'd left off, reaching one hand down to roughly palm him through his tight as hell jeans, thankfully finding him already hardening under my hand.
"You better fuck me right the hell now, Bren, or I swear to God -" the words fall fast from my lips, hot in his ear as I find myself unconsciously grinding against Brendon's hip and I feel like I've never been so desperate to get off in my entire life.
"Right pocket," Brendon answers quickly, sucking at my neck, making me squirm and arch my back.
"You fucking well planned this," I look down at the small bottle of lube in my hand.
"Guess you could say that," he laughs breathily against the skin behind my ear. "I've been taking it onstage with me since we started this leg of the tour. Didn't know how many nights like tonight it would take for you to need it this bad," Brendon moans deep in his throat as I close any possible remaining space between us, spreading his legs around mine as I pin him to the wall with my body. "Wanted you to really let go, Ry."
"Well it fucking worked," I say whilst bringing one thigh up slowly under Brendon's balls, making him jerk involuntarily. I want to be angry but the truth is I'm so turned on by now all I can think of is how incredible he's going to feel inside me after all this build up. "Need you in me, Bren," I whine softly into his neck, still working my leg a little against his erection.
"No Ry," Brendon pushes me away slightly so he can look me right in the eye. "I want you to fuck me."
"I - I don't..." I shake my head, trying to clear it through the throbbing desire filling my mind. I'd only ever bottomed before, too nervous to take control with Brendon, scared I'd do it wrong or hurt him or something. "That's what this is about?"
"This is about letting go," he wraps a reassuring hand around the back of my neck as if he thinks I might back away (he knows me too well). "Come on Ry, there's no reason to be anxious about this. You'll be great; you just have to trust yourself. I do," Brendon looks right down into me and I find myself nodding. "One second," Brendon reaches over to turn the lock under the door handle before starting to unbutton his jeans and kicking them off with his boxers into a pile on the floor. After quickly adding mine to his I press my body back with Brendon's, moaning softly into his kiss as our erections rub together.
"How-" Brendon cuts me off with another short kiss before taking my hand and leading me over to the side of the couch. His hands flat on the rounded arm of the sofa Brendon bends over it slightly, his legs spread open, before turning his head to meet my eyes. Stepping up behind him I circle my hands firmly around his hips, running my thumbs over the ridges, savouring the feeling beneath my fingers.
"Come on Ry, let's do this," Brendon pushes back a little, the crease of his ass moving against the head of my cock. "Need you now."
There's an element of desperation in Brendon's voice that I'm not sure I've heard before and my cock twitches as all the pent up desire I'd forgotten about comes rushing back to me.
Drizzling lube onto my hand I trail one finger down to his entrance before pressing in tentatively. Straight away it sinks right inside as Brendon pushes back again impatiently. I quickly add a second finger, remembering to scissor them back and forth, stretching the ring of muscle. Feeling Brendon suddenly jerk against me I realise I've found his prostate and spend a few moments curling my fingers into the spot, enjoying the noises which escape from deep in Brendon's throat as I grip at his hip with one hand, holding him still. The third finger needs a little more pressure from me to work it in and I hesitate slightly.
"That's enough, Ry. It's okay," Brendon's voice is hazy with need but I can hear how sure he is.
My erection is achingly hard now, the head shining with pre-come when I go to slick myself up. I take a deep breath as I position myself at Brendon's opening, both of my hands placed firmly back at his hips. Tightening my fingers I begin to push myself into Brendon, choking out a gasp at the sensation of muscle encircling the head of my cock. Slowly pressing in deeper I let out a quiet moan at the feeling of tight warmth taking over my senses as Brendon suddenly moves back against me, taking my whole member into his body.
"Jesus," I manage to choke out and, feeling Brendon relax again under my hands, pull out a little before thrusting back in slightly harder, grinning as Brendon cries out. His fingers are digging deeply into the material of the couch now as he arches his spine and I know I'm hitting the right spot. Keeping my hold on his sides I start quickening my movements when Brendon begins to ride back onto my thrusts again and again, fucking himself on my cock and it is the most amazingly indescribable feeling.
"God Ry, just - oh Jeez and fucking Christ, Ry, Ryan, just - please, Ry, just-" Brendon's babbling incoherently beneath me now, his chest heaving as the strained noises coming with each breath get louder with every time I drive into him. The sounds Brendon make are almost enough to push me right over the edge and I'm losing it myself now, every curse word I know falling in litany from my lips as I thrust harder, harder. Brendon's legs shake against mine and I know he's just as close as I am. One hand still hard on Brendon's hip I lean forward to suck hard on his neck while I snake my other arm between the couch and his shuddering body, reaching for his weeping erection.
Brendon's skin leaves the taste of salt and pure lust on my tongue as my fingers close around his cock and all it takes is a few firm strokes before my name bursts from Brendon's throat as he comes. His muscles are jerking uncontrollably against mine as my own orgasm is wrenched from deep inside, rushing through my entire body as my vision whites out, clenching muscles milking hot spurts of come from my cock with those last few weakening thrusts.
"Fuck," I lift my head when I finally start to come down, slowly pulling out of Brendon and noticing the bite marks I'd inadvertently left in Brendon's neck as I came.
"Jeez, Ry, vampire much?" Brendon laughs, panting as he turns his head to look at me, planting a quick kiss on my jawline before sinking down to his knees, arms still hanging over the side of the sofa for support.
"Well, you did say you wanted me to let go," I push back on the one arm I'd been using to lean my weight against the couch and stand shakily, waiting to regain my balance properly before pulling Brendon to his feet so we could collapse together on the sofa.
"That I did," Brendon nods against my shoulder as I settle into his chest. "And you did," I can hear the smile in Brendon's pride tinted voice as he wraps his arms around me. "Not so bad in the end, now was it?" he asks mischeivously, thumbs tracing invisible patterns in my torso.
"No," I can't help but laugh at how huge an understatement that is as I entwine Brendon's fingers in my own. "In fact, I might even be persuaded to try it again sometime."
"You fucking better," Brendon echoes my laugh as I turn in his embrace to catch his mouth in a kiss. "I mean," he pauses to smirk at me, "no one likes a tease, Ry."