In The Blink of an Eye | Brendon/Ryan | NC-17
Title: In The Blink of an Eye
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan (Ryden)
Rating: NC-17 (for the smut and swearing)
Words: 2,009
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people included in this story. As far as I know, this is fictional.
Summary: Ryden sex ;)
"And lean in for that perfect passionate kiss," Brendon says, into the microphone. He's leaning closer and closer to me. I can feel my heart pounding as his full lips almost brush mine. But at the last moment turns his head to kiss my cheek, and then lets me go, stepping back. Our fans scream in the crowd, buying into every last bit of "Ryden" they can get. As if it's true. Brendon and I are best friends, that's really all it is to it. Yeah, we're close, but then again girls are always touchy, and playing with each other's hair. Who says guys need to just punch each other and otherwise avoid all physical contact? It's sexist bullshit, if you ask me. And onstage it's all a performance, really.
We finish up the song, I give on last strum and then Brendon says,
"Thank you, Portland, you've been great!" and the crowd screams, "Spencer" "Brendon" "Ryan" "Jon" our names all mingling into one big mess. We step forward to pump our fists, do other end of concert things, and then we're running off stage. As we get into the hallway to our dressing rooms Spencer says,
"Come into our dressing room." I walk into his and Jon's dressing room and crumple onto a beanbag.
"I am so fucking tired you don't even know," I sigh. Jon smiles as he walks into the bathroom and Spencer laughs,
"Well you better get some energy, bro. We're going to a party tonight!" he's smiling, his excitement bubbling through. But my energy level just goes farther down. As I don’t say anything his face falls.
“Come on, man! It’s been ages. And Brendon isn’t going either… it’s just me and Jon. Don’t make us be half a band,” he brings out the puppy eyes, “please?” I look at him for a second and then shake my head.
“I’m sorry, Spence. Not tonight.” As Spencer groans I pull myself off the beanbag and walk out of the room. I walk down the hall until I reach mine and Brendon’s room and throw the door open.
“Woah!” I hear Brendon say. He’s got his hand clutching his towel, his towel only hiding his waist. The rest of him glistens with water, having clearly taken a quick shower. He uses his free hands to brush his hair back,
“Shit, I could have been naked in front of screaming fangirls,” he laughs, “knock or something, before you barge in.” He tucks his towel into itself and sits down on the couch.
“So are you going to the party tonight?” he asks. I shake my head.
“Can’t be bothered. Too tired,” I say.
“Same. Maybe we can watch a movie, or something? I’m tired but I’m not, I don’t know. I’m not sleepy,” he answers. I nod and walk into the bathroom.
“Sure, but let me take a shower first.” I close the door and look at myself in the mirror. I’m covered in red and black make-up, and my vest is too tight. As I start stripping off my clothes it feels like freeing myself from a cage. I need to find a way to just wear a t-shirt on stage. I pull of my boxers and step into the shower, turning on the water. As the water massages my back I get comfortable. I little too comfortable. And all of a sudden I’m aware of the fact that, actually, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid. Before I can do anything about it, even turn the water to cold, I’ve got a hard-on and a hand ready and I’m pumping. It feels so good that I forget to lock the door, even properly close the shower curtain. I’m biting my lip to keep from making noise when the door bursts open and Brendon runs in, still clutching his towel. I drop my dick and step back, pulling the shower curtain around me.
“Brendon, what the fuck?” I shout. Brendon’s laughing as he locks the bathroom door.
“Spencer and Jon decided to try and ambush me and dress me for the party. They don’t want to go alone,” and then he turns to me and his face changes. He starts laughing even more as he says,
“Oh god, Ryan, you were jacking off weren’t you?” he’s practically cackling. I can feel the heat crawling up my cheeks and become all too aware of my hard on pushing through the shower curtain. I’m about to stammer something, anything when I hear loud bangs on the door.
“Get out here, or we’re breaking down the door!” I hear Spencer yell, jokingly.
“Look through the keyhole,” I hear Jon whisper, but apparently not quietly enough. It seems that Brendon also hears and takes this as an invitation to jump into the shower next to me. I hear shuffling outside and then.
“Nah, he’s not in there. Just Ryan, and I don’t think we should pull him out mid shower,” Spencer’s cracking himself up. I feel Brendon brush me and still feel my hard on brushing against the curtain. I turn my head and he’s right there, smiling, his full lips glistening under the water and the lights. Just as I start realising I shouldn’t be thinking of my best friends’ lips as full or glistening, or thinking of them at all, they’re on mine. I’m about to pull away when his arm grabs the back of my head and his tongue probes my lips. They give away as I start melting into the kiss. After a few moments I do manage to pull away and breathe.
“Brendon,” I pant, “what was that?” Now he turns crimson.
“Uh, I,” he swallows, “I dunno. Sorry.” It seems like he’s about to turn away, and leave the shower, but then he drops his towel and swears.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, bending down to pick it up. And as he stands up now I kiss him. I don’t know what’s coming over me but all I know is that I want to feel his body against mine, his lips on my lips. I’m kissing him and he’s kissing me and it’s all a sweet mess of tongues, and bodies and water.
“You taste so good,” he whispers. I moan a little into his mouth and drop the curtain. Now our dicks are brushing together as we kiss and I can feel he’s as hard as I am.
“Should we be doing this?” I ask.
“No,” he smiles a little. His eyes look nervous for a second and my stomach feels strange seeing them; so I just lean in again. I can feel his hard on pressing against my thigh and Brendon keeps making moaning noises. I slowly lower myself down and look at it. I feel so awkward, having never done this before. Who knew sex could be so different, the atmosphere, depending on genders?
“Brendon, um,” I say.
“Please,” he groans in return. I tentatively touch it and he buckles, sinking down to his knees. I slowly starts pumping up and down, rubbing the head with my thumb.
“Oh, oh,” he moans, “you’re so fucking good at this Ryan.” I like his moans and I know what will make him moan harder. I take a deep breath and prepare myself, before wrapping my mouth around his cock. He lets out a long, strangles noises, pushing his hips towards me. I start to lick him, especially his head, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. I start going deeper and deeper, until I’m deep-throating him and he’s screaming. I start licking his head again, and then deep throating again and he screams,
“Ryan I’m going to come!” I don’t even considering pulling out his dick. As he comes in my mouth I can feel myself getting harder. He falls backwards, panting hard.
“How are you so good at that?” he asks. I shrug, smiling sheepishly. Finally his breathing calms and he sits up.
“I can’t promise I’ll be good,” he grins, “but I think it’s only far for you to go now.” I feel shaky as I get on my knees. I’m about to have a guy, my best friend, sucking me off. He immediately pulls me in, and I can see I’m stretching him. His lips feel delicious against my cock. He starts pumping up and down, ever so slowly, and flicking his tongue across my head.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I say. It feels so good. No girl has ever sucked me off like this. Their mouths are always too small, or they’re too scared to deep throat. But Brendon is going for it, going as if it’s the last time he’ll be giving a blow job. And at that moment I decide that if I can help it, it definitely won’t be hit last blow job.
“I’m going to come, Brendon, I’m going to -” and then I’m thrusting my hips at him, holding onto his hair as I shoot my load into his mouth. He finished off, licking around my dick and then letting it out. I feel so out of breath, and my heart it racing. When I manage to catch my breath I say,
“You’re not so bad at this yourself.” He smiles and says,
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve practiced.” I feel a little shocked.
“You’re gay?” he looks at me as if I’m stupid, and then his expression changes.
“Well, maybe not. Maybe bisexual,” it gets awkward, a little too quiet. I reach out and start stroking his dick, and he reaches out for mine. He’s getting me hard again, and I can feel his dick hardening in my hand.
“Hey, Brendon?” I ask.
“Mm. Yeah?” he answers, his eyes closed.
“Do you want to try… putting it in?” I ask. His eyes fly open.
“Now? At your first time trying any of this?” he asks, but there’s a light in those eyes. They’re sparkling. I nod,
“Why not?” He looks around and gets out of the shower, opening the cupboard in the bathroom. He pulls out a bottle of lube and says,
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” I nod, my voice faltering. He puts lube on one of his fingers and slides it into my hole. It feels so good and I bite my lip.
“More,” I say. He slides a second finger in, and then a third. Soon he’s slowly pumping in and out of my asshole.
“Ohh, this feels so good,” I moan. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out and I feel the tip of his hard cock probing my hole.
“One last time, I’m asking: are you sure?” he looks at me, putting lube on his cock. I nod vigorously,
“I need you inside me,” and then I whine a little, “please.” He smiles and slides in. I choke a little and bite back a scream at the sudden stretching. He starts pumping in and out, first slow and then faster. At first I try to hold back the scream but soon I’m being more vocal than ever.
“Harder!” I yell, “Fuck me harder, Brendon, fuck me!” I’m screaming.
“You’re so hot,” he moans. He pumps harder, and I can feel him hitting the right spot over and over. It must be my prostate. I start touching my hard dick, as Brendon pounds in and out of me.
“I’m going to come,” he tells me.
“I love those words,” I purr. I can feel I’m about to come too and as Brendon comes I do. I squirt my load all over his stomach while his is inside me. His face as he orgasms is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“An hour ago if someone told me I was going to have sex Brendon Urie I would have scoffed in their face,” I say.
Brendon playfully hits me on the shoulder but then sucks on one of my nipples and as I moan he whispers,
“You are the best fuck I’ve ever had Ryan Ross.”