Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me? (Brendon/Ryan)
Some kink-bingo porn to celebrate the release of Panic's new single. :-)
This is kind of cracky and ridiculous. You have been warned.
Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me? Bandom | Brendon/Ryan | NC-17 | one-shot | 2020 words
Brendon and Ryan getting it on in a supply closet. Deep-throating with bonus hair-pulling.
For kink-bingo 2009
Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me?
It was no secret that Ryan had a bigger than average dick. Not like it was an easy thing to hide when he was in the habit of wearing skin-tight pants every day, after all. It used to be something Ryan was pretty smug about. Until he found out that, well, it caused quite a bit of problems when it came to actually having sex with someone.
His first girlfriend cried and asked him to stop. That was kind of really not how Ryan had pictured losing his virginity. (Not to mention that for the next couple of weeks, he wasn't really sure he had lost his virginity, with the whole thing coming to a screeching halt and all.)
One of the main problems was, of course, that Ryan liked his girls small and dainty. And, well, tiny girls meant tiny girl parts, meant Ryan never getting to fuck them as deep as he wanted to. Or getting a proper blow job.
Ryan really, really wanted a proper blow job.
It started out as just a fantasy and grew from there. He kept hearing stories about other guys getting them, kept seeing them over his Internet connection when he was alone and hiding out in the privacy of his room. Or his bunk. Or sometimes his hotel room if the person he was sharing it with went away for a longer period of time. He would zoom in on the girl's lips, watch her jaw work as she just went down, swallowing like it was nothing. On guys who were a lot bigger than Ryan could ever hope to be.
So he knew it could be done. Was done. But not to Ryan, which was obviously the bad part. A few of his girlfriends tried. Some even multiple times before they invariably gave up. And before Ryan started giving up.
It stayed in the back of his head, but it wasn't like he was obsessed or anything. Ryan liked regular sex just fine. Liked getting his dick sucked even if the girl couldn't take him further than half-way down. The head was the most sensitive part anyway, that's what everybody said. Ryan could totally manage.
And it wasn't like anybody knew about it, anyway, which made the whole thing a lot easier not to think about. Well, until the day when Brendon “borrowed” his computer and found out that Ryan's personal folder was nearly entirely composed of deep-throating porn.
It had been a complete accident. Ryan had left his computer on because he had a new game on download. And had sort of forgotten to close down his open tabs. And reset the password for his private folders after he forgot them that one time and had to go through a whole ordeal of getting help through online forums and finding people who could guide him through an administrator override to reclaim his stupid files.
The stupid naked, porny files with blonde girls acting like cocks the size of cucumbers were just another brand of cherry popsicles.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“So, is that, like, a thing for you?” Brendon had asked, all wide-eyed and innocent, like it was totally normal to ask people questions like that, holy shit.
Ryan had mumbled something unintelligible and fled to his bunk. And promptly stayed there for the rest of the day. Which should have ended the whole thing. Except.
Except Brendon cornered him after a show two days later and pushed him unceremoniously into a nearby supply closet.
“You never answered my question,” he said after finding the switch to a pale light fixed to one of the shelves. “I've been waiting for two days. Do you have any idea how bad a case of blue balls can get in that time?” He sounded kind of put out.
Ryan swallowed, trying to inch away from Brendon in the narrow space and ending up with his back pressed against the cool metal of the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Brendon answered by placing both hands on Ryan's belt, unbuckling it slowly before reaching for the button underneath, pushing it through the worn button hole. Ryan felt his pulse begin to race, heart beating far too fast in his chest as Brendon took a step closer, leaning in and mouthing lightly at the skin on Ryan's neck.
“What are you doing?” Ryan managed-far too late-doing his best to sound unaffected as Brendon pulled down the zipper and eased his pants down over his hips.
“Do you like to hold on to people's hair?” Brendon said, ignoring Ryan's question. “Because I'm kind of into that.”
He said it casually, like it was another normal thing to bring into a conversation. And before Ryan had a chance to process any part of what he'd actually said, Brendon sank to his knees in front of him.
Holy shit.
“Wait,” he tried breathlessly, because a small corner at the back of his mind kept insisting that he should probably voice some kind of objection to what Brendon was doing to him. “Brendon, stop.”
Brendon moved his hands to the elastic of Ryan's boxers and pulled, leaning in to kiss the skin that came into view. “Is that really what you want?”
He dragged Ryan's underwear down to mid-thigh and moved one hand up to close around Ryan's dick, giving it a few, easy pulls. Ryan closed his mouth.
Brendon took his time getting Ryan worked up, kissing his way up the inside of his thighs while letting Ryan thrust slowly into the fist of his hand. Ryan leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and tried to keep quiet as Brendon's lips moved to the base of his cock, as his tongue came into play, pressing wetly against a spot just behind his balls.
Jesus fuck.
“Hey, Ry,” Brendon said quietly, and Ryan could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Keep your eyes open. You don't want to miss the show.”
He tightened his grip on Ryan's cock and used his other hand to pin Ryan's hips firmly to the wall. Then he parted his lips, taking the tip of Ryan's cock into his mouth, and started to work his way down, inch by inch.
Ryan stared, a soft moan travelling up his throat as Brendon slid about half-way down and started working his mouth and hand in tandem. Ryan's hips strained against Brendon's left hand, wanting to arch off the wall and get closer. Brendon didn't let them, and a familiar frustration started to flow through Ryan-a sense of being so fucking close and too far away at the same time, driving him a little crazy. His throat let out a small whine. Brendon tilted his head back.
And moved both his hands behind his back and clasped them firmly together.
The furthest any of Ryan's girlfriends had been able to take him without using their hands was two thirds down. Ryan held his breath when Brendon slid past that limit, swallowed hard when he felt the head of his cock press against the back of Brendon's throat and began to lose the feeling in his legs when Brendon just kept going, opening up and swallowing Ryan down until all Ryan could see was Brendon's eyes, closed in concentration as he worked his lips around the base.
Ryan gasped. Brendon moved up his length, working his tongue against the underside before going deep again, burying Ryan in tight, wet heat. Ryan's hips started to move, meeting Brendon with small, hesitant thrusts, afraid to go too fast or too far for fear of choking him-of doing anything at all really that might cause Brendon to stop swallowing him down like he was fucking made for it.
Oh God, those lips. Ryan would never make another joke about Brendon's mouth again. Jesus.
Brendon did something incredible with his tongue, and Ryan heard himself cry out, short and quickly muffled by one of his own hands. His hips thrust forward, hard this time, and Brendon made a surprised sound followed by a deep moan. He started to pull back, and Ryan cursed himself for ruining it-ruining this-after less than five minutes when he'd finally, finally found someone who was able and willing to do it right.
Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the back of Brendon's head, stopping him before he had the chance to pull away completely. He curled his fingers instinctively, looking for something to hold on to, to ground himself with. Brendon stopped moving and held still. He didn't protest or make any kind of sound, and when Ryan looked down to meet his eyes, Brendon was so still that the only thing moving was the small puffs of careful breaths Ryan could feel against his skin.
“Please,” he said, figuring begging wasn't below anyone with half the chance of getting his dick sucked by someone like Brendon. “I'm sorry, I won't-God, please don't stop.”
The hand fall from Brendon's head. Brendon pulled off him the last of the way and sat back on his heels, looking up at Ryan with a pout on his face.
“You're not holding up your end of the deal.”
Ryan blinked. What deal?
“I'm on my knees,” Brendon complained, leaning back in to place a kiss at the top of Ryan's cock. “Giving you the best head you'll ever get in your life. The least you can do is fuck my mouth properly.”
Ryan stopped breathing. He might actually have just died altogether, because no way anyone could hear Brendon say what he just had and survive. Especially not when Brendon followed it up by taking the head of Ryan's cock into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it in a way that should be very, very illegal.
“I want you to pull my hair,” Brendon whispered, going in for another slow lick. “Both hands, just push me down and fuck me. Please.”
He started inching his way down Ryan's cock again, going maddeningly slow, not applying nearly enough pressure.
Ryan knew an invitation when he saw one.
He wrapped both hands in Brendon's hair, pulling him down while pushing forward, feeling the same point of resistance again before Brendon's throat opened around him, vibrations going straight into Ryan's dick as Brendon moaned around him. Ryan pulled him back, then down again, and Brendon moaned louder, going willingly with Ryan's lead, practically melting into his hands. Ryan twisted the fingers on his right hand, pulling more sharply at Brendon's hair, eyes widening when Brendon fucking keened beneath him.
On his knees, getting fucked, mouth full of Ryan's cock, and Brendon looked like he was on the verge of coming right then and there. From Ryan pulling at his hair.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He did it again, just a slow pull, weaving his fingers into the longer hair at the back of Brendon's head and tightening his grip until his hand was clenched into a fist.
Brendon moaned.
Ryan lost control quickly after that, fucking Brendon's mouth-fucking his throat, God-as deep as he could, getting lost in the wet heat and the sounds that Brendon was making around, sending vibrations all the way up Ryan's spine. He tried to get some kind of warning out when he felt himself get close to the edge, flexing his fingers in Brendon's hair and letting them just rest there, giving Brendon the chance to pull off if he wanted to.
Brendon just whined, pushing his head back against Ryan's hands until Ryan got his grip back and started pulling him back down. And then Ryan was coming, hot and fast down Brendon's throat, feeling like his entire body was burning up from sheer, glorious heat around him. Brendon's throat kept swallowing him down, tongue and lips still working, drawing out the pleasure to a point where Ryan vision started to black out from sensory overload.
He tightened his grip on Brendon's hair. Tilted his head back a little and pulled hard.
Brendon came.
THE END
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This is kind of cracky and ridiculous. You have been warned.
Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me? Bandom | Brendon/Ryan | NC-17 | one-shot | 2020 words
Brendon and Ryan getting it on in a supply closet. Deep-throating with bonus hair-pulling.
For kink-bingo 2009
Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me?
It was no secret that Ryan had a bigger than average dick. Not like it was an easy thing to hide when he was in the habit of wearing skin-tight pants every day, after all. It used to be something Ryan was pretty smug about. Until he found out that, well, it caused quite a bit of problems when it came to actually having sex with someone.
His first girlfriend cried and asked him to stop. That was kind of really not how Ryan had pictured losing his virginity. (Not to mention that for the next couple of weeks, he wasn't really sure he had lost his virginity, with the whole thing coming to a screeching halt and all.)
One of the main problems was, of course, that Ryan liked his girls small and dainty. And, well, tiny girls meant tiny girl parts, meant Ryan never getting to fuck them as deep as he wanted to. Or getting a proper blow job.
Ryan really, really wanted a proper blow job.
It started out as just a fantasy and grew from there. He kept hearing stories about other guys getting them, kept seeing them over his Internet connection when he was alone and hiding out in the privacy of his room. Or his bunk. Or sometimes his hotel room if the person he was sharing it with went away for a longer period of time. He would zoom in on the girl's lips, watch her jaw work as she just went down, swallowing like it was nothing. On guys who were a lot bigger than Ryan could ever hope to be.
So he knew it could be done. Was done. But not to Ryan, which was obviously the bad part. A few of his girlfriends tried. Some even multiple times before they invariably gave up. And before Ryan started giving up.
It stayed in the back of his head, but it wasn't like he was obsessed or anything. Ryan liked regular sex just fine. Liked getting his dick sucked even if the girl couldn't take him further than half-way down. The head was the most sensitive part anyway, that's what everybody said. Ryan could totally manage.
And it wasn't like anybody knew about it, anyway, which made the whole thing a lot easier not to think about. Well, until the day when Brendon “borrowed” his computer and found out that Ryan's personal folder was nearly entirely composed of deep-throating porn.
It had been a complete accident. Ryan had left his computer on because he had a new game on download. And had sort of forgotten to close down his open tabs. And reset the password for his private folders after he forgot them that one time and had to go through a whole ordeal of getting help through online forums and finding people who could guide him through an administrator override to reclaim his stupid files.
The stupid naked, porny files with blonde girls acting like cocks the size of cucumbers were just another brand of cherry popsicles.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“So, is that, like, a thing for you?” Brendon had asked, all wide-eyed and innocent, like it was totally normal to ask people questions like that, holy shit.
Ryan had mumbled something unintelligible and fled to his bunk. And promptly stayed there for the rest of the day. Which should have ended the whole thing. Except.
Except Brendon cornered him after a show two days later and pushed him unceremoniously into a nearby supply closet.
“You never answered my question,” he said after finding the switch to a pale light fixed to one of the shelves. “I've been waiting for two days. Do you have any idea how bad a case of blue balls can get in that time?” He sounded kind of put out.
Ryan swallowed, trying to inch away from Brendon in the narrow space and ending up with his back pressed against the cool metal of the door. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Brendon answered by placing both hands on Ryan's belt, unbuckling it slowly before reaching for the button underneath, pushing it through the worn button hole. Ryan felt his pulse begin to race, heart beating far too fast in his chest as Brendon took a step closer, leaning in and mouthing lightly at the skin on Ryan's neck.
“What are you doing?” Ryan managed-far too late-doing his best to sound unaffected as Brendon pulled down the zipper and eased his pants down over his hips.
“Do you like to hold on to people's hair?” Brendon said, ignoring Ryan's question. “Because I'm kind of into that.”
He said it casually, like it was another normal thing to bring into a conversation. And before Ryan had a chance to process any part of what he'd actually said, Brendon sank to his knees in front of him.
Holy shit.
“Wait,” he tried breathlessly, because a small corner at the back of his mind kept insisting that he should probably voice some kind of objection to what Brendon was doing to him. “Brendon, stop.”
Brendon moved his hands to the elastic of Ryan's boxers and pulled, leaning in to kiss the skin that came into view. “Is that really what you want?”
He dragged Ryan's underwear down to mid-thigh and moved one hand up to close around Ryan's dick, giving it a few, easy pulls. Ryan closed his mouth.
Brendon took his time getting Ryan worked up, kissing his way up the inside of his thighs while letting Ryan thrust slowly into the fist of his hand. Ryan leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes and tried to keep quiet as Brendon's lips moved to the base of his cock, as his tongue came into play, pressing wetly against a spot just behind his balls.
Jesus fuck.
“Hey, Ry,” Brendon said quietly, and Ryan could practically hear the smug smile in his voice. “Keep your eyes open. You don't want to miss the show.”
He tightened his grip on Ryan's cock and used his other hand to pin Ryan's hips firmly to the wall. Then he parted his lips, taking the tip of Ryan's cock into his mouth, and started to work his way down, inch by inch.
Ryan stared, a soft moan travelling up his throat as Brendon slid about half-way down and started working his mouth and hand in tandem. Ryan's hips strained against Brendon's left hand, wanting to arch off the wall and get closer. Brendon didn't let them, and a familiar frustration started to flow through Ryan-a sense of being so fucking close and too far away at the same time, driving him a little crazy. His throat let out a small whine. Brendon tilted his head back.
And moved both his hands behind his back and clasped them firmly together.
The furthest any of Ryan's girlfriends had been able to take him without using their hands was two thirds down. Ryan held his breath when Brendon slid past that limit, swallowed hard when he felt the head of his cock press against the back of Brendon's throat and began to lose the feeling in his legs when Brendon just kept going, opening up and swallowing Ryan down until all Ryan could see was Brendon's eyes, closed in concentration as he worked his lips around the base.
Ryan gasped. Brendon moved up his length, working his tongue against the underside before going deep again, burying Ryan in tight, wet heat. Ryan's hips started to move, meeting Brendon with small, hesitant thrusts, afraid to go too fast or too far for fear of choking him-of doing anything at all really that might cause Brendon to stop swallowing him down like he was fucking made for it.
Oh God, those lips. Ryan would never make another joke about Brendon's mouth again. Jesus.
Brendon did something incredible with his tongue, and Ryan heard himself cry out, short and quickly muffled by one of his own hands. His hips thrust forward, hard this time, and Brendon made a surprised sound followed by a deep moan. He started to pull back, and Ryan cursed himself for ruining it-ruining this-after less than five minutes when he'd finally, finally found someone who was able and willing to do it right.
Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the back of Brendon's head, stopping him before he had the chance to pull away completely. He curled his fingers instinctively, looking for something to hold on to, to ground himself with. Brendon stopped moving and held still. He didn't protest or make any kind of sound, and when Ryan looked down to meet his eyes, Brendon was so still that the only thing moving was the small puffs of careful breaths Ryan could feel against his skin.
“Please,” he said, figuring begging wasn't below anyone with half the chance of getting his dick sucked by someone like Brendon. “I'm sorry, I won't-God, please don't stop.”
The hand fall from Brendon's head. Brendon pulled off him the last of the way and sat back on his heels, looking up at Ryan with a pout on his face.
“You're not holding up your end of the deal.”
Ryan blinked. What deal?
“I'm on my knees,” Brendon complained, leaning back in to place a kiss at the top of Ryan's cock. “Giving you the best head you'll ever get in your life. The least you can do is fuck my mouth properly.”
Ryan stopped breathing. He might actually have just died altogether, because no way anyone could hear Brendon say what he just had and survive. Especially not when Brendon followed it up by taking the head of Ryan's cock into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it in a way that should be very, very illegal.
“I want you to pull my hair,” Brendon whispered, going in for another slow lick. “Both hands, just push me down and fuck me. Please.”
He started inching his way down Ryan's cock again, going maddeningly slow, not applying nearly enough pressure.
Ryan knew an invitation when he saw one.
He wrapped both hands in Brendon's hair, pulling him down while pushing forward, feeling the same point of resistance again before Brendon's throat opened around him, vibrations going straight into Ryan's dick as Brendon moaned around him. Ryan pulled him back, then down again, and Brendon moaned louder, going willingly with Ryan's lead, practically melting into his hands. Ryan twisted the fingers on his right hand, pulling more sharply at Brendon's hair, eyes widening when Brendon fucking keened beneath him.
On his knees, getting fucked, mouth full of Ryan's cock, and Brendon looked like he was on the verge of coming right then and there. From Ryan pulling at his hair.
Jesus fucking Christ.
He did it again, just a slow pull, weaving his fingers into the longer hair at the back of Brendon's head and tightening his grip until his hand was clenched into a fist.
Brendon moaned.
Ryan lost control quickly after that, fucking Brendon's mouth-fucking his throat, God-as deep as he could, getting lost in the wet heat and the sounds that Brendon was making around, sending vibrations all the way up Ryan's spine. He tried to get some kind of warning out when he felt himself get close to the edge, flexing his fingers in Brendon's hair and letting them just rest there, giving Brendon the chance to pull off if he wanted to.
Brendon just whined, pushing his head back against Ryan's hands until Ryan got his grip back and started pulling him back down. And then Ryan was coming, hot and fast down Brendon's throat, feeling like his entire body was burning up from sheer, glorious heat around him. Brendon's throat kept swallowing him down, tongue and lips still working, drawing out the pleasure to a point where Ryan vision started to black out from sensory overload.
He tightened his grip on Brendon's hair. Tilted his head back a little and pulled hard.
Brendon came.
THE END
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