BFF (With Benefits) -- Spencer/Ryan
And the second one! For behindthec, who's been nagging me to write more Spyro.
BFF (With Benefits) Bandom | Spencer/Ryan | NC-17 | one-shot | 1000 words
Baby!Spyro barebacking shenanigans in Spencer's bedroom. \o/!
For kink-bingo 2009
BFF (With Benefits)
It's five weeks after the first time they kissed, three since the second time it happened-which was also the first time they got each other off with hands shoved hurriedly down the fronts of baggy shorts. Twelve days since Ryan tried to give him his first blow job. Eleven since he actually managed to do it without Spencer coming before Ryan even touched him with his mouth.
Eight since Spencer made his first attempt to reciprocate. Five since they tried a sixty-nine. And two since the first time Ryan pressed a hesitant finger between Spencer's legs, tracing the rim of his ass before carefully slipping it inside.
Spencer could totally, totally get used to this new aspect of his and Ryan's friendship. Especially with the way Ryan is kissing his way up the inside of Spencer's legs, going steadily closer to where Spencer's cock is leaking against his stomach, wanting Ryan's mouth to just hurry the fuck up and get to where it's supposed to be.
Ryan stops at the junction of Spencer's thighs, pressing a light kiss against the side of his balls before sitting back up on his knees, looking down.
“Can I fuck you?”
Seeing how hard Spencer is right now, Ryan could probably ask him if he could hang Spencer upside down from a flagpole and Spencer would still say yes. He nods quickly, stifling a moan as Ryan presses another kiss against his balls and leans over the side of the narrow bed, starting to search through his back pack.
A bottle of lube is dropped next to them on the bed. Spencer feels something nervous contract in the pit of his stomach.
“Go slow, okay?”
Ryan nods, opening the bottle and coating a couple of fingers. The pressure is weird. It doesn't really hurt, not until Ryan tries to add a third finger to the mix, but it's definitely weird. Spencer's not sure he likes it.
Ryan is searching for something, moving his fingers around, keeping his eyes on Spencer's face, biting his lip in concentration. And then he finds it. And Spencer is suddenly a lot more into the idea of Ryan getting more than fingers into him. Oh wow.
“Can I?” Ryan asks, twisting his fingers against the spot he found again, making Spencer arch off the bed. “Please, Spence? Can I? God, I just want to-Now?”
“Yeah,” Spencer agrees, doing his best not to moan out loud as Ryan withdraws his fingers and wipes them a little on the sheets. “Do you have-?”
“Um,” Ryan says, flushing bright red. “I was-um-I was thinking, maybe we could-you know? Without? I mean, it's not like anybody could get pregnant. And I've kind of-um.”
“You've kind of what?” Spencer asks, feeling a blush spread over his face as well.
“Never done it like that,” Ryan says. “And since you-um-haven't. I mean, it would be safe, right?”
Spencer looks at him, considering. Ryan leans down, pressing a careful kiss at the top of his thigh, making Spencer shiver. His cock gives another impatient twitch. What the fuck.
“Yeah, okay.”
Ryan's eyes widen. He reaches between Spencer's legs, slips one finger back inside and moans softly when Spencer clenches around it. Spencer takes up the lube, fumbles a little with the bottle before getting the cap open, and pours some into Ryan's other hand, reaching down to stroke himself as Ryan slicks himself up and scoots a bit closer.
“Fuck, Spence.”
It takes time, and it burns like a son of a bitch before they figure out how to get more lube inside and how Spencer is supposed to press back to ease the friction. Once they do, though... Jesus fucking Christ. Spencer wraps his legs tightly around Ryan's back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from coming apart and waking up his entire family. Ryan is balancing on straight arms above him, eyes closed and an expression of total bliss on his face as he moves his hips back and forth.
Spencer leans up, catches his lips. Ryan moans into his mouth, sounding lost and completely vulnerable, the rhythm of his hips faltering for a moment before he gasps and starts kissing back.
Spencer moves one hand to his cock, starts stroking himself quickly as Ryan gets louder and louder against his lips. Spencer feels the moment when Ryan comes, how his dick jerks a couple of times, making Spencer echo the muffled groan Ryan is pressing into his mouth and then gasp as he fucking feels hot wetness spill over inside him.
It's kind of the hottest thing he's ever experienced.
He moves his hips restlessly against Ryan's, trying to keep some of the feeling as he jerks himself off. Ryan kisses him through it, lips trembling against Spencer's and hips moving in tiny, erratic circles between Spencer's spread legs.
After it's over, Ryan collapses next to him, burying his head in the pillows before turning over to his side and taking a deep, shaky breath. “Jesus fuck.”
Spencer smiles, scooting a bit closer, moving carefully when his lower body protests and a dull pain travels up his spine. “That was pretty awesome.”
Ryan ducks his head, looking relieved and kind of ridiculously pleased with himself. Spencer wants to slap him over the head. Will. As soon as he's a bit less fucked out and his arms begin to work again.
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
Ryan cuddles close, makes himself as small as he's able to and curling his arms and legs all around Spencer's body. “You're kind of great, you know.”
He says it so quietly that it's barely more than a whisper, but Spencer picks it up anyway, smiles, lets Ryan burrow even closer.
“Yeah,” Spencer says, turning his head to press a kiss against Ryan's hair. “I kind of love you too.”
THE END
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BFF (With Benefits) Bandom | Spencer/Ryan | NC-17 | one-shot | 1000 words
Baby!Spyro barebacking shenanigans in Spencer's bedroom. \o/!
For kink-bingo 2009
BFF (With Benefits)
It's five weeks after the first time they kissed, three since the second time it happened-which was also the first time they got each other off with hands shoved hurriedly down the fronts of baggy shorts. Twelve days since Ryan tried to give him his first blow job. Eleven since he actually managed to do it without Spencer coming before Ryan even touched him with his mouth.
Eight since Spencer made his first attempt to reciprocate. Five since they tried a sixty-nine. And two since the first time Ryan pressed a hesitant finger between Spencer's legs, tracing the rim of his ass before carefully slipping it inside.
Spencer could totally, totally get used to this new aspect of his and Ryan's friendship. Especially with the way Ryan is kissing his way up the inside of Spencer's legs, going steadily closer to where Spencer's cock is leaking against his stomach, wanting Ryan's mouth to just hurry the fuck up and get to where it's supposed to be.
Ryan stops at the junction of Spencer's thighs, pressing a light kiss against the side of his balls before sitting back up on his knees, looking down.
“Can I fuck you?”
Seeing how hard Spencer is right now, Ryan could probably ask him if he could hang Spencer upside down from a flagpole and Spencer would still say yes. He nods quickly, stifling a moan as Ryan presses another kiss against his balls and leans over the side of the narrow bed, starting to search through his back pack.
A bottle of lube is dropped next to them on the bed. Spencer feels something nervous contract in the pit of his stomach.
“Go slow, okay?”
Ryan nods, opening the bottle and coating a couple of fingers. The pressure is weird. It doesn't really hurt, not until Ryan tries to add a third finger to the mix, but it's definitely weird. Spencer's not sure he likes it.
Ryan is searching for something, moving his fingers around, keeping his eyes on Spencer's face, biting his lip in concentration. And then he finds it. And Spencer is suddenly a lot more into the idea of Ryan getting more than fingers into him. Oh wow.
“Can I?” Ryan asks, twisting his fingers against the spot he found again, making Spencer arch off the bed. “Please, Spence? Can I? God, I just want to-Now?”
“Yeah,” Spencer agrees, doing his best not to moan out loud as Ryan withdraws his fingers and wipes them a little on the sheets. “Do you have-?”
“Um,” Ryan says, flushing bright red. “I was-um-I was thinking, maybe we could-you know? Without? I mean, it's not like anybody could get pregnant. And I've kind of-um.”
“You've kind of what?” Spencer asks, feeling a blush spread over his face as well.
“Never done it like that,” Ryan says. “And since you-um-haven't. I mean, it would be safe, right?”
Spencer looks at him, considering. Ryan leans down, pressing a careful kiss at the top of his thigh, making Spencer shiver. His cock gives another impatient twitch. What the fuck.
“Yeah, okay.”
Ryan's eyes widen. He reaches between Spencer's legs, slips one finger back inside and moans softly when Spencer clenches around it. Spencer takes up the lube, fumbles a little with the bottle before getting the cap open, and pours some into Ryan's other hand, reaching down to stroke himself as Ryan slicks himself up and scoots a bit closer.
“Fuck, Spence.”
It takes time, and it burns like a son of a bitch before they figure out how to get more lube inside and how Spencer is supposed to press back to ease the friction. Once they do, though... Jesus fucking Christ. Spencer wraps his legs tightly around Ryan's back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from coming apart and waking up his entire family. Ryan is balancing on straight arms above him, eyes closed and an expression of total bliss on his face as he moves his hips back and forth.
Spencer leans up, catches his lips. Ryan moans into his mouth, sounding lost and completely vulnerable, the rhythm of his hips faltering for a moment before he gasps and starts kissing back.
Spencer moves one hand to his cock, starts stroking himself quickly as Ryan gets louder and louder against his lips. Spencer feels the moment when Ryan comes, how his dick jerks a couple of times, making Spencer echo the muffled groan Ryan is pressing into his mouth and then gasp as he fucking feels hot wetness spill over inside him.
It's kind of the hottest thing he's ever experienced.
He moves his hips restlessly against Ryan's, trying to keep some of the feeling as he jerks himself off. Ryan kisses him through it, lips trembling against Spencer's and hips moving in tiny, erratic circles between Spencer's spread legs.
After it's over, Ryan collapses next to him, burying his head in the pillows before turning over to his side and taking a deep, shaky breath. “Jesus fuck.”
Spencer smiles, scooting a bit closer, moving carefully when his lower body protests and a dull pain travels up his spine. “That was pretty awesome.”
Ryan ducks his head, looking relieved and kind of ridiculously pleased with himself. Spencer wants to slap him over the head. Will. As soon as he's a bit less fucked out and his arms begin to work again.
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
Ryan cuddles close, makes himself as small as he's able to and curling his arms and legs all around Spencer's body. “You're kind of great, you know.”
He says it so quietly that it's barely more than a whisper, but Spencer picks it up anyway, smiles, lets Ryan burrow even closer.
“Yeah,” Spencer says, turning his head to press a kiss against Ryan's hair. “I kind of love you too.”
THE END
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