Time To Dance (4/?)
Summary: No one knows your name. No one sees your face. You don't tell anyone about yourself. You relations in the House do not leave the House. Follow these rules and the magical, insane world of the House, is yours. Forever if you wish. But, there's a darker side of the House. A side where secrets, dreams, and memories fester, and grow. And then Ryan Ross comes along, and breaks all those rules.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon with side pairings
Rating: NC-17 overall
Ryan was talking quietly to Spencer in the corner of the ballroom, after taking a break from dancing, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Spencer's blue eyes were large, and Ryan whipped around. Coy was inches from him, brown eyes teasing, smile suggestive.
"Would you care to dance?" he questioned, looking out to where the band had struck up a fast, almost pulsing, dance.
"Sure," replied Ryan softly.
He took the hand Coy offered, and a second later they were in the middle of the dance. Coy pulled him in the traditional waltz position, but their chests were pressed together, and Coy's hand on Ryan's back was finding it's way up the back of his shirt. Ryan whimpered softly, as Coy rubbed their whole bodies together, trying to find friction between his legs. Because it was Sunday, the regular musicians were taking a break, and an apparently enchanted set of instruments were playing. As Ryan was spun around, faster and faster, he could have sworn he saw Keys watching him. He was distracted by Coy taking the hand that was tracing circles on his back away, and cupping Bilvy's face, pulling him in for a tender kiss. Ryan could only watch them, feeling his erection grow. Coy was still holding his one hand, and Ryan was pleasantly surprised when Bilvy's other hand wrapped around his waist. Ryan wondered if Gabantai was going to be mad. He glanced up at the balcony, where he had seen him a second ago, but he was gone. Ryan jumped when another pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, and a head of dark hair leaned in to kiss Bilvy first, and then Coy.
"I would kiss you too," murmured Gabantai in Ryan's ear, "But a certain somebody might be angry."
Ryan didn't bother to ask who, when Bilvy turned to him, a pleasant grin lighting up his eyes and asked,
"Want to come upstairs with us?"
"Yes," whispered Ryan, the offer thrilling him.
The three men smiled secretly at each other, and Coy, and Bilvy took his hands, as they made their way towards the far wall. They quickly climbed the staircase, and Ryan was pulled into a dark room. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw it was a simple bedroom, the bed big, and circular. Two bodies were asleep on it, but when Gabantai snapped his fingers, they started, and scampered out. He grinned, shutting the door, and gently pushed Ryan onto the bed, letting Bilvy straddle him. Bilvy grinned roguishly at Ryan, his fingers flying down his buttons, leaving them undone as he went. He all but ripped Ryan's shirt off, tossing it somewhere. Coy undid Ryan's pants, pulling them off, and then pulling off his drawers. They smiled at the sight of him, spread out, and panting. Bilvy slid off him, earning a loud moan from Ryan, and bit gently at his inner thigh. Ryan's eyes met Gabanti's, who was leaning against the headboard, smirking gleefully. Coy followed his eyes, and laughed low in his throat, making Ryan shudder.
"The spoiled bastard doesn't always participate; he just watches it."
"I'd rather watch you three gorgeous boys together."
Ryan was drawn back to what was going on, when Bilvy's warm, naked body slid back on top of Ryan. Ryan gasped, arching into the boy, and grasping his protruding hips.
"Mind if I watch with you?" Ryan heard Coy question Gabantai quietly, but he couldn't feel embarrassed, or ashamed in the slightest.
"Are you a virgin?" whispered Bilvy, and Ryan loved him a little bit for not asking aloud.
"N-no," he breathed, whimpering as Bilvy brushed his long fingers over Ryan's cock.
"Good."
"Then, open your mouth," Bilvy said sweetly.
Ryan did, and Bilvy slipped two fingers in. Ryan closed his eyes, sucking at the slim digits.
"Enough?"
Ryan nodded eagerly, craving--needing--Bilvy. Bilvy leaned down, rubbing their flushed dicks together, and Ryan barely contained a scream. He felt a tongue lapping at his neck, as the first finger was inserted. Ryan squirmed a little, trying to get used to the intrusion, and glancing down he knew he was going to need all the stretching he could get. Ryan bit down on Bilvy's shoulder as another finger was added. His long finger just brushed against Ryan's prostate, and he cried out, arching. He caught sight of the other men watching with lustful eyes, Coy palming Gabantai through his pants. He snapped back to Bilvy, when he pulled his fingers out, grinning.
"On your knees," commanded Gabantai, and Ryan didn't think twice, before flipping over, and balancing himself on his knees.
Ryan shuddered as Bilvy licked a wet stripe down his spine, tongue playing at his hole, before positioning himself behind Ryan, and pushing in. Ryan panted, his shoulders drooping submissively. Bilvy moaned loudly.
"So. Fucking. Tight," he hissed, punctuating each word with a thrust.
"Faster, Bilvy."
Ryan's eyes flitted to Gabantai, who looked immensely pleased at the sight before him. Bilvy complied, picking up his pace, until he was slamming into Ryan. Ryan couldn't help the moans, and curses, that slipped out. He knew he sounded--and looked--like a cheap whore, and he couldn't care less.
"B-Bilvy," groaned Ryan, as he hit his prostate over, and over.
Bilvy chuckled breathlessly, playing softly with Ryan's damp hair. Most of it was sticking to his forehead, which was slick with sweat. In fact, his whole body was practically drenched. Gabantai leaned over to press a kiss to Ryan's cheek.
"Welcome," he whispered, as Bilvy's body jerked, and he came inside Ryan.
Ryan came too at the feeling, and he lost himself in the blinding white. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing ragged, but slowing. Bilvy pulled out, curling up next to Coy, who stroked his hair, eyes glued to Ryan. Gabantai gently scooped Ryan up, cradling him to his chest.
"You glad I let you borrow Bilvy?" he questioned, eyes never leaving Ryan's.
Ryan nodded, as if in a trance. Bilvy giggled softly, placing a hand on Gabantai's shoulder, and drawing him back to them.
"Go find Spin. You'll be okay, yeah?" Gabantai asked honestly.
"I'll be fine," Ryan assured him.
Gabantai set him down, and he took his time putting his clothes back on, unable to look away as the three boys began to move together. He eventually slipped out, taking in the never-ending dance below him. Spencer, and Keys were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Spencer relaxed when he saw Ryan.
"Who the hell were you in there with? I saw Ink--"
"Ink?"
"The guy you were with the other night."
"Oh," mumbled Ryan, avoiding the penetrating stare of Keys. "No, I was with, um, Bilvy, and Coy, and Gabantai."
Spencer whistled.
"Wow. Lucky you." He shook his head, and laughed. "I'm guessing you're tired then. You looked thoroughly fucked. Lets go home?"
"Please," sighed Ryan, slumping against the younger boy.
He made the mistake of looking at Keys. He looked furious, and without another word strode into the crowd. Ryan looked at Spencer who shrugged.
"Have a good time?" Spencer asked on their way out.
"You have no idea."
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon with side pairings
Rating: NC-17 overall
Ryan was talking quietly to Spencer in the corner of the ballroom, after taking a break from dancing, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Spencer's blue eyes were large, and Ryan whipped around. Coy was inches from him, brown eyes teasing, smile suggestive.
"Would you care to dance?" he questioned, looking out to where the band had struck up a fast, almost pulsing, dance.
"Sure," replied Ryan softly.
He took the hand Coy offered, and a second later they were in the middle of the dance. Coy pulled him in the traditional waltz position, but their chests were pressed together, and Coy's hand on Ryan's back was finding it's way up the back of his shirt. Ryan whimpered softly, as Coy rubbed their whole bodies together, trying to find friction between his legs. Because it was Sunday, the regular musicians were taking a break, and an apparently enchanted set of instruments were playing. As Ryan was spun around, faster and faster, he could have sworn he saw Keys watching him. He was distracted by Coy taking the hand that was tracing circles on his back away, and cupping Bilvy's face, pulling him in for a tender kiss. Ryan could only watch them, feeling his erection grow. Coy was still holding his one hand, and Ryan was pleasantly surprised when Bilvy's other hand wrapped around his waist. Ryan wondered if Gabantai was going to be mad. He glanced up at the balcony, where he had seen him a second ago, but he was gone. Ryan jumped when another pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, and a head of dark hair leaned in to kiss Bilvy first, and then Coy.
"I would kiss you too," murmured Gabantai in Ryan's ear, "But a certain somebody might be angry."
Ryan didn't bother to ask who, when Bilvy turned to him, a pleasant grin lighting up his eyes and asked,
"Want to come upstairs with us?"
"Yes," whispered Ryan, the offer thrilling him.
The three men smiled secretly at each other, and Coy, and Bilvy took his hands, as they made their way towards the far wall. They quickly climbed the staircase, and Ryan was pulled into a dark room. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw it was a simple bedroom, the bed big, and circular. Two bodies were asleep on it, but when Gabantai snapped his fingers, they started, and scampered out. He grinned, shutting the door, and gently pushed Ryan onto the bed, letting Bilvy straddle him. Bilvy grinned roguishly at Ryan, his fingers flying down his buttons, leaving them undone as he went. He all but ripped Ryan's shirt off, tossing it somewhere. Coy undid Ryan's pants, pulling them off, and then pulling off his drawers. They smiled at the sight of him, spread out, and panting. Bilvy slid off him, earning a loud moan from Ryan, and bit gently at his inner thigh. Ryan's eyes met Gabanti's, who was leaning against the headboard, smirking gleefully. Coy followed his eyes, and laughed low in his throat, making Ryan shudder.
"The spoiled bastard doesn't always participate; he just watches it."
"I'd rather watch you three gorgeous boys together."
Ryan was drawn back to what was going on, when Bilvy's warm, naked body slid back on top of Ryan. Ryan gasped, arching into the boy, and grasping his protruding hips.
"Mind if I watch with you?" Ryan heard Coy question Gabantai quietly, but he couldn't feel embarrassed, or ashamed in the slightest.
"Are you a virgin?" whispered Bilvy, and Ryan loved him a little bit for not asking aloud.
"N-no," he breathed, whimpering as Bilvy brushed his long fingers over Ryan's cock.
"Good."
"Then, open your mouth," Bilvy said sweetly.
Ryan did, and Bilvy slipped two fingers in. Ryan closed his eyes, sucking at the slim digits.
"Enough?"
Ryan nodded eagerly, craving--needing--Bilvy. Bilvy leaned down, rubbing their flushed dicks together, and Ryan barely contained a scream. He felt a tongue lapping at his neck, as the first finger was inserted. Ryan squirmed a little, trying to get used to the intrusion, and glancing down he knew he was going to need all the stretching he could get. Ryan bit down on Bilvy's shoulder as another finger was added. His long finger just brushed against Ryan's prostate, and he cried out, arching. He caught sight of the other men watching with lustful eyes, Coy palming Gabantai through his pants. He snapped back to Bilvy, when he pulled his fingers out, grinning.
"On your knees," commanded Gabantai, and Ryan didn't think twice, before flipping over, and balancing himself on his knees.
Ryan shuddered as Bilvy licked a wet stripe down his spine, tongue playing at his hole, before positioning himself behind Ryan, and pushing in. Ryan panted, his shoulders drooping submissively. Bilvy moaned loudly.
"So. Fucking. Tight," he hissed, punctuating each word with a thrust.
"Faster, Bilvy."
Ryan's eyes flitted to Gabantai, who looked immensely pleased at the sight before him. Bilvy complied, picking up his pace, until he was slamming into Ryan. Ryan couldn't help the moans, and curses, that slipped out. He knew he sounded--and looked--like a cheap whore, and he couldn't care less.
"B-Bilvy," groaned Ryan, as he hit his prostate over, and over.
Bilvy chuckled breathlessly, playing softly with Ryan's damp hair. Most of it was sticking to his forehead, which was slick with sweat. In fact, his whole body was practically drenched. Gabantai leaned over to press a kiss to Ryan's cheek.
"Welcome," he whispered, as Bilvy's body jerked, and he came inside Ryan.
Ryan came too at the feeling, and he lost himself in the blinding white. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing ragged, but slowing. Bilvy pulled out, curling up next to Coy, who stroked his hair, eyes glued to Ryan. Gabantai gently scooped Ryan up, cradling him to his chest.
"You glad I let you borrow Bilvy?" he questioned, eyes never leaving Ryan's.
Ryan nodded, as if in a trance. Bilvy giggled softly, placing a hand on Gabantai's shoulder, and drawing him back to them.
"Go find Spin. You'll be okay, yeah?" Gabantai asked honestly.
"I'll be fine," Ryan assured him.
Gabantai set him down, and he took his time putting his clothes back on, unable to look away as the three boys began to move together. He eventually slipped out, taking in the never-ending dance below him. Spencer, and Keys were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Spencer relaxed when he saw Ryan.
"Who the hell were you in there with? I saw Ink--"
"Ink?"
"The guy you were with the other night."
"Oh," mumbled Ryan, avoiding the penetrating stare of Keys. "No, I was with, um, Bilvy, and Coy, and Gabantai."
Spencer whistled.
"Wow. Lucky you." He shook his head, and laughed. "I'm guessing you're tired then. You looked thoroughly fucked. Lets go home?"
"Please," sighed Ryan, slumping against the younger boy.
He made the mistake of looking at Keys. He looked furious, and without another word strode into the crowd. Ryan looked at Spencer who shrugged.
"Have a good time?" Spencer asked on their way out.
"You have no idea."