This is Bullshit (19/?)
Title: This is Bullshit (19/?)
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Thursday - Bren and Ryan's last day together - THREE PARTS
Disclaimer: *sigh*
Author’s Note: This is a co-write. howido_fics is Brendon, youbrat is Ryan. Ryan's pov is in blue and Bren's is normal black.

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I tugged Ryan into my room. It was one pm on a Thursday afternoon. My last official day of high school, and my first official show was in less than seven hours. I was beyond excited, but even more so that Ryan was in my grasp. In my room. And nearing my bed.

“Remember I told you I was going to get you back for making me listen to the bullshit from my gramma?” I asked, not letting him answer as I shut the door and began running my hands up his shirt, removing it before placing my lips on his.

“Well...” I smirked, “Why don’t you lie down over there, and we can get it over with...shall we?” I made my way over to my dresser, opening the top draw and taking out a pair of socks.

I looked at Brendon in shock. I wanted to know what had gotten into him, but it excited me all the same. "Bren..." I licked my lips and tilted my head slightly. "Why are you getting back at me? It wasn't my fault. You shouldn't have left your room without having that covered."

I chuckled and grinned as I walked forward a little. I was confused about what was going on right then and there and about what had gotten into him; he was certainly being very forward and very confident. It was rather sexy and if I wasn't so confused I'd have been all the more excited.

I looked over at the bed before back at Brendon, seeing the pair of socks. "What are those for Bren?"

Pushing him on my bed, “Socks...” I replied easily. Moving him down slightly, I climbed on the bed as he gave me a confused look. I wanted to touch him and feel him and taste him with no distractions, and this was the only way I thought it would work. Yes, I had thought about it, ever since the pool last week, I thought about it constantly, and the fact that I was about to do it made me want to pinch myself to see if I was awake.

I pinched him instead, on the leg. “Here,” I grabbed a wrist as I straddled his waist, my bum connecting with his midsection. I pressed down a little teasing him until I was able to grab both of his arms.

Tying them together with one sock, I looped the other around what I tied and knotted it to the bed post, “I want to feel you...” I answered his unasked question, “And I can’t do that if you are touching me,” I leaned down and kissed him, “Cause I will get distracted, and I don’t want that,” I smiled as I slid further down his body, spreading my legs and kneeling on either side of his waist, “It’s my turn,” I whispered running my hands along his ribcage, “I want to memorize you.”

I couldn't even say anything. I lay there, beneath him, and just let him manipulate me. I never thought that Brendon would surprise me like he was, but I was beyond surprised, and in perhaps the best possible way. I had no idea that he'd had this planned for the afternoon. I just hoped that his parents wouldn't come home and interrupt us because it was definitely something that I wanted to fully experience. At the same time though, I wanted to touch him. I hated having my hands tied above my head.

I struggled a little against the socks and pouted a little when they didn't give way. It felt amazing to have him touching me, but I wanted to touch him, and I most certainly wanted to strip off his shirt and his clothes and feel his skin against mine. To have him so close and so confident and forward and not be able to touch him, it was teasing in the cruelest form.

Biting into my lip, I looked up at him and squirmed a little under him, still tugging at the socks. I wanted him to memorize me, but I wanted to memorize him too. I wanted to touch him everywhere. "Bren..."

Smiling down at him, I pecked his lips, “Eh, eh Ry...Be a good little boy,” I winked as I pulled off my shirt. I knew how much he loved kissing, so I figured I could at least start him out with a few before I really got down to business. Taking his tongue into my mouth, I ran my hands up and down his arms then to his chest and down to the waist of his pants.

Popping the button, I unzipped him, sliding them off easily, and smirking as, of course, there was nothing beneath. I moaned at the sight. Climbing off of him, I found my way to the end of my bed, pulling at his pants by the legs. Once they were on the floor, I started with his toes. Taking one foot in my palm at a time, I massaged them between my fingers working my way up to his knee in a circular motion, then repeating with the left leg. Moving up his body, I rested on his shin as I gripped his thighs and hips, squeezing and kneading the skin and muscle.

Skipping over his forming erection completely, I leaned down and lapped at his happy trail, following it down his right side across his hipbone, breathing lightly on his hard on, I met his eyes as I dipped down, again missing what he most likely wanted me to touch the most, and followed his ‘v’ back up the left side.

I moaned as he started touching me. I wasn't sure if he was giving me a massage or if this was going to be more than that until I felt his tongue and mouth on my skin. Gasping, I let my head fall back onto his pillow and pulled at the socks a little more. It wasn't enough for me to be laid naked beneath him and feeling his hands and mouth and not be able to do something of the same back. And it certainly wasn't enough in my opinion that I was naked and he wasn't.

Opening my eyes, I tilted my head up some and looked down at him. I squirmed a little, panting and damn near begging him. Although, at the same time, I knew that if I were free and he were naked, I would want to make it go further and get more intense than what he was ready for. At the same time I didn't want the restraint and I didn't want to be held back from him. I was as obsessed with being with him as I could possibly be.

I bit into my lower lip again, my legs moved a little under him and I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer to me, pull him tighter against my body. I would have given anything just to feel him against me. My lip dropped from my teeth and his name slipped across my lips as I let my head drop backwards again.

Not removing my tongue, I made my way to his belly button. Sucking around it, I flattened my tongue as my hands caressed his hips and his bum. My neck releasing and caressing his cock in the process.

Finding my way across his ribs, I used my nose to trace a trail to his nipples, taking one in my mouth at a time, leaving a healthy amount of saliva as my fingers tweaked and flicked the one that wasn’t being nibbled and sucked on. Arching my back, my own forming covered erection connected with his as my legs made their way around his hips, pressing him to the bed.

I lay flush against him moving my body on top of his. Same anatomy meeting same anatomy. I twisted my shoulders so my own chest slid in my spit, massaging against his hard nipples. I let out a moan as he managed to buck up against me. Looking down, I kissed him roughly, not allowing access for either of our tongues. I was not ready for that yet.

Brendon's mouth and body distracted me from everything but the pleasure and feeling of him and his body. My body rolled up to meet his, feeling frustrated and attended to at the same time. It was a confusion of feelings overtaking me and I couldn't help but moan in both pleasure and frustration. I tugged at the socks, desperately trying to free my arms so I could at least lower them and wrap them around his neck. I wanted to pull him closer, kiss him deeper and harder.

I tried to thrust my hips up to meet his and gasped at the feeling of the material on my skin. It was almost too much in just that one movement and I threw my head back and moaned loudly. I moved my leg between his, rubbing my leg along his, trying to pull him closer against me. "Bren...."

I forced my eyes opened to look up at him. He was beautiful and he was mine, and he was leaning over me. I licked my lips, tasting him on them and whimpered again softly as I looked at him. I wanted more, I wanted all of him.

“Don’t distract me,” I pulled back, again arching my back to force pressure to our groins. Bending my elbows, I nipped my way along one shoulder, across his collar bone as I attached myself to his Adam’s apple. Following its motions as he swallowed or gulped, I wasn’t sure. Once I had my fill, I moved across the other side, running my hands along his triceps.

Straddling his wais again, I sat right above his belly button, kissing his shoulders, alternating from arm to arm. Kissing about an inch distance at a time, I set a pattern. Left arm. Mouth. Right arm. Mouth...and so on. Pecking my way up them until I got to the restraint.

I was about to untie them when I leaned back a little, connecting with his erection, “Oh,” I winked, “I forgot about that...” I made my way down his body until I was hovering over it, “Either I am going to be horrible, and you are going to spend your spare time in LA thinking about how you can teach me to do it better, or I will be amazing, and you will spend your spare time in LA imagining that I am doing it again, or wishing over and over. Either way, you will be thinking about me, so I guess my plan worked...” I smirked before looking cross-eyed at his hard on in front of me.

I whimpered as I looked down at him. He was right, no matter what, I was going to be thinking about him while I was in LA, but it didn't necessarily mean that I'd be thinking about what he was about to do the whole time. After all, there were other things to think about. Like him there on the edge of the pool with me kissing and sucking and licking all over him. Or his naked body begging me to make it mine. And especially the expectation of the day that I'd get to actually take him and make him completely mine and how his body would feel around and against mine.

Looking down at him just hovering above me and I licked my lips. "Bren...just...you don't have to...you don't...but...just...don't worry about it...fuck knows I want you to, but...it’s okay...really...no...no pressure."

My head fell back to the pillow. It took too much effort to keep my head up when I felt like I was diamond hard and just wanted him to touch me and let me come, but at the same time I wanted to be sure that he knew it was okay either way, what ever happened. I didn't care that much if it was absolutely amazing or something that he was learning. I knew it took a little practice. I just wanted to feel him. And I wanted to feel him right then.

I gulped, offering him a quick smile before placing my mouth around it. If I said I had no clue what I was doing, I would be lying. The truth is I had no FUCKING clue what I was doing...And I’ll be damned if I remember how Ryan did it to me...I was seeing stars, not taking notes. So I did what I’d seen in porn; I grabbed the base of his cock while twirling my tongue around his tip. Paying special attention to the excess skin right next to his head.

What? That’s what I read in Cosmo, and yes, I read Cosmo.

After removing his head from my mouth, I licked up and down his base, giving me some sort of lubrication to stroke him while I placed as much of him in my mouth as I could. Not that he was HUGE or anything, just that I didn’t want to choke.

Um, I hope I was doing something right. By the sounds and movements of Ryan, it was obvious I was. So I decided to do another thing I read in Cosmo. You know the issue with the Sex Survey, shit, that is a place where I DO take notes. Anyway, I began to hum around him, and I hummed the first song that came to my mind... good ol’ Aretha Franklin...’It’s in His Kiss’

That’s where it is! I sang in my head.

I pulled hard at the socks, damn near trying to rip them or break them so that I could touch him. I wanted to put my fingers into his hair. I wanted to feel the strands between each finger. I wanted to grip onto his hair with one hand and let the other slide down to his neck or his shoulder. I wanted to touch him and I wanted to at least have the option to.

My legs shivered beneath him, but it was a shudder of pleasure. I knew I needed to hold myself back or risk thrusting my hips up and strangling him, and giving him a very bad experience his first time. I wanted to just let him have full control but I also wanted some part in it. I was tormented. My hips moved on their own as I tried to hold them back and succeeded in only thrusting a little as the rational part of my mind tried to hold me against the bed so as to not to surprise him.

Gasping and moaning I thrust my head backwards, trying to put the expression of how good I felt into head and arm movements instead of hip movements, but damn was it hard as I felt the pleasure start to take over any rational thought. He wasn't absolutely amazing, but that was to be expected, but he was still good, and I felt like my body was humming right along with him.

My hands clenched as if they wanted to grip into my own hair and I knew, with the teasing and with the intense desire to come, that I wouldn't be holding on too long.

Starting to get nervous as his hips moved underneath me, I went to place my hand on this right one to hold him down, but instead, I ran it up his stomach and circled his nipple. Looking up, while still keeping my mouth and other hand on him, I watched him tug at the socks.

I felt kind of bad for him, knowing how much he loves to touch and bite and kiss, but I was being selfish; I wanted this for me. And for him too, but me first.

Just looking at him though, the way his body moved beneath me, I knew I could come without even being touched. So, to prevent that, I began to thrust into the bed. Needing some sort of friction. I moaned at the feel of the bed against me. For the first time since I tied him up, I wished it was his hands or his body or even his mouth.

Being brave, I took him in deeper as I swallowed and hollowed my cheeks around him.

For the second time that afternoon, Brendon surprised me. I had never expected him to plan and execute a dominant situation like the one he had, but I certainly never expected him to do what he just did with his mouth. That mouth. It would be getting a lot of attention from me later on in the day, I was sure of that. His mouth would be distracted from everything I could possibly distract it from tonight. I was going to take advantage of every possible way to kiss and touch him as if my life depended on it. Especially after his little surprise for me.

I moaned. Hard. I felt my body shaking and I knew that he'd done exactly what my body needed. My eyes squeezed closed and my head pressed back into the pillow. Whimpers and moans of his name poured from my lips and I was hoping he'd get the hint that he was about to elicit the response he had wanted. I was about to come.

My fingernails dug into my hands. My wrists tugged at the socks. My head pressed further into the pillow. My jaw dropped open. My hips moved toward him. My stomach shook and shivered. I came with a cry of his name.

Right as I was about to take him in further, I almost choked on him as he came partly in my mouth the rest on my chin.

Yeah, that wasn’t good...

Doing my best to swallow, I was still shocked from the fact that I didn’t prepare for it. Not that it was bad or anything, different, but, not bad... me being oblivious to the world word around, I was getting too much into him moaning my name, and watching his body and, well, sucking his dick to know he was gonna come.

Ok, I’m over it I promise....

Wiping the mess off my chin, I did the same to my pants before unbuttoning them and releasing myself as I stood up on the bed, dropping my trousers and kicking them to the pile already on the floor. I looked down at him and smiled, “You ready to get out of that?” I asked, pointing to the restraints.

Whimpering, I opened my eyes and looked up at him, my eyes feeling very heavy along with the rest of my body. I nodded a little as I looked up at him and licked my lips, nodding yet again, a little more emphatically. My arms were sore from being held over my head for as long as they were, and from my struggle against them. I had the feeling though, no matter how much I wanted to, when he let me go, I wouldn't be able to wrap my arms around him because they'd be too weak.

"Please, Bren..."

My eyes begged him as I looked up at him before I let my eyes slide down over his body. I wanted to feel his skin against mine again and I wanted to pull him down against me and I was hoping that my arms wouldn't be too tired to do so. I could see that he needed his own release, and I wanted to touch him everywhere, but no matter what my brain was saying, I wasn't quite sure my body would be able to comply once released.

I knelt down on the bed between his legs running my hands up his body as I made my way to his wrists. Right as I reached the knot, I spread my own legs, lying flush with him. Tickling my way up his arms, I placed my mouth over his closed mouth, sucking in both of his lips in the process.

Continuing to kiss him, I managed to pull the first sock off, which removed him from the bed, but still kept his hands together. As I slipped my tongue in his mouth, I ground my hard on into him, moaning instantly. Taking one hand over his still tied wrists, I somehow maneuvered so it got past my head, and let them drop around my neck as I moved into his body more.

Pulling back, I wiggled ‘til his wrists rested midway down my back before kissing him again. And again. And again. Fighting for air, I sat up, in turn applying more pressure to my groin. I smirked down at him, kissing him on the nose, “See, now I have you memorized...well, your front side that is...”

I couldn't help but whimper when he moved my arms down. I tried to fully kiss him and pay attention to him, but it hurt as my arms rested against his back. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to not let it bother me, but after having my arms like they were for so long they were stiff and burning a little. Add to that trying to breathe while Brendon was kissing me, it was a difficult situation and I didn't want to upset how hard he was or how happy he was.

I let my eyes slip open a little, hoping the discomfort wouldn't show in my eyes when I looked up at him and I smiled softly. "Bren...please...please untie me."

My eyes were begging again, I knew that they were. I was pretty much done with being tied up, I wanted to be free and able to touch him and be able to move. I knew he’d gotten what he wanted; the chance to memorize me, at least most of me, and I knew he wanted to get off, and I wanted to get him off, but I wanted complete freedom and I wanted the ability to touch him. Teasing was one thing, but it felt like torture.

I looked down at him as he asked to be untied. I could definitely see it in his eyes. I bit my lip, “Sorry, I got carried away...” Sliding from under his arms, I sat on his waist, undoing the socks as I carefully laid them to his side. Watching him sigh, I lightly massaged up and down his triceps and biceps, “Does this hurt? I mean, when I do this?” I asked completely forgetting about the aching between my legs.

Leaning down, I kissed him, as I continued to knead and smooth the muscles below me. I kissed down his neck, trying to distract him from the pain. I knew it had to hurt. Really, I did...and it was the first time I realized that he might be in pain.

Looking at him sympathetically, I kissed his nose again before each eye, “I’m sorry Ry, I was being selfish,” I climbed off of him, laying on my side facing his warn out body, “Just put your arms where they aren’t straining or something, and we can take a nap, or whatever you need to not be discomforted,” I tried. Giving him my most sincere look, I pressed my body against his; enjoying the heat that spread throughout my body.

I smiled softly when he untied me. My arms didn't hurt so much as ache and feel weak. I raised a shaky hand up to touch his cheek as I looked over at him. "They don't hurt. Just, sore...and tired..." I smiled again and pulled his lips to mine, this time taking control of the kiss and kissing him as deeply as I could, tasting myself on his mouth before pulling back and whispering. "So, for your first time...how was it?"

Slipping my lips down over his chin so that he could actually respond, I let my hand slowly slide down over his chest. I did want to take a nap, but there was something more...pressing that needed some attention before I'd allow him to fall asleep. I looked back up at him as my hand slipped down along his hip, just ghosting over the skin as I looked into his eyes. I didn't have the energy to go all out. I wanted to, but I knew my arms wouldn't allow that, although I could return what he'd just done for me.

My hand slid over and across his pelvic bone, just sliding from one hip to the other before tracing the line up to his navel and running one fingertip around it. I just wanted to touch him, put all my energy into just innocently touching him for a little while, letting my arms get back to normal. Once my arms were okay again I wanted to make sure that I fully attended to his...problem.

Closing my eyes, I let out a long sigh rocking into the feather touches he made on my body. I just laid there for a few moments enjoying his touch. Maybe it wasn’t the brightest idea to tie him up, but I figured he got the shaft (no pun intended) last time, so he deserved the full attention now.

Smiling, I gulped, swallowing the extra spit forming in my mouth form the pleasure his hand was giving me. And he hadn’t even taken me into his hand yet...

“It was,” I dunno, maybe you should tell me,” I snorted, “No, but I liked it, I mean, I like your body. It’s so perfect and beautiful and smooth and hot and it makes me hot...” I kissed his jaw, “But, I think I misread your warning signs or something,” blushing I continued, “'Cause I wasn’t ready for it...”

I chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him and murmuring. "You won't misread that next time I am sure. It takes a little...practice to get used to your lover's body, its reactions, and the warning signs they give you. Next time you will know more and be more prepared." I smiled and leaned in to press my lips softly against his before pulling back a little. "I don't expect you to do anything you are not ready for Brendon. Not ever."

Struggling a little, I pushed myself up so that I was sitting on the bed and moved my hands away from him, smiling at him so he knew I wasn't giving up. "Don't touch yourself...I have an idea...as long as you'll allow me."

Winking gently at him, I moved his pillows around behind me so that I had something to lean against and then sat back so I was reclined just slightly. I looked over at him and whispered. "C'mere Bren..." I held my hand out to him, ready to help him maneuver because what I wanted was for him to straddle me, his body open to my touch.

I smiled when he said lover’s body...I know not love love, but love, you know lover’s love.

Um, yeah...Either way, it was nice. I know we are not in love, but the fact that there is a possibility that I may one day say it to him made me happy. Very happy!

“I know...I was just, I dunno, not ready or prepared or whatnot,” I repeated myself. More for me than him I suppose. Pulling myself into a sitting position, I looked down at him, smiling as I ran my hand up his chest, resting on his shoulder for balance as I slid my legs across his, straddling him again.

I leaned in and kissed him before he could play out his plan, showing him before I told him that I would allow him to do almost anything to me, “Of course I trust you Ryan Ross!” I smirked rubbing my nose with his as I sat back, anticipating what he was going to do.

"You will be prepared next time Brendon. I have no doubt about that." I smiled up at him and slid my hands slowly up and over his thighs, looking into his eyes. My hands found his hips and I moved his body slightly so that he was straddling my hips perfectly. If I had been hard this could have been a problem, but as turned on as I always was by seeing him, it was a tad too soon, which was why I wanted to have him straddle me the way that he was.

My hands moved down to slide along the insides of his thighs. "I'm glad that you trust me Brendon. That is one of the biggest things for me." I smiled and leaned up to kiss him again softly before leaning back again, my hands sliding up over his chest.

"Now, one of the biggest things for you...right now...needs attention. How would you like that attention?" I chuckled softly as I looked up at him, my head tilting to the side a little. My hands slid down his chest again, ghosting into the curves of his thighs and slipping upwards, wanting to hear him direct me before actually touching him.

Laughing at him, I shook my head; usually it was me with the cheesy jokes...

I ran my hand across his face, brushing the hair back behind his ear, only for it to fall again. Hmm, how did I want this attention? Flicking my index finger on my bottom lip, I thought about all the things he could do to me right now. But at this point, he probably could have touched me lightly with the tip of his pinkie, and I would come.

I continued to flip my lips until I moved my eyes up his body as I finally made eye contact and smiled, causing my lips to tighten and in turn the noises coming from my mouth to go away.

“All you really need to do it touch me,” I nodded, “In any way, shape or form that you chose, and honestly, I don’t think it will take that long,” I grinned.

I chuckled softly and leaned up to kiss him, reaching up with my free hand to pull his face down to mine, kissing him softly but deeply before pulling back and looking up at him. "Not long? Well, then..."

I slid my hands up and slowly started my hands ghosting over him, gently starting to brush my fingertips over him. I was barely even touching him as I moved my fingers. Keeping my eyes on his, I just continued with ghost soft touches. I ran my fingers over his tip, feeling wetness on them as I slid them down over his shaft.

"You know Bren, I do love it when you're vocal." I grinned up at him and chuckled softly as I suddenly put my entire hand over him and stroked him fully before letting up to ghost soft touches. "You should always be vocal."

I reached out and gripped his shoulders for balance, dropping my head back and moaning as he touched me. That was all I needed. It was perfect. Feeling my eyes start to water, I used everything I had in me to let my head fall forward so I could look at him through my heavy lashes as he got me off.

I bit my lips to hold back my moan as I looked him in the eyes, remembering what he said. Opening my mouth, I let my breathing and grunting and sighing run freely.

“F-uck Ry....” I blinked repeatedly, “This is, you are...” I gulped, afraid I would drool over myself. So I opted for humming as I thrust into his hand. Letting my arms bend, I moved in to kiss him open mouthed as I groaned again at the friction it caused the rest of my package.

Starting to move my hand more on him, I moved the other up to grip his jaw, keeping his lips to mine. I tugged on his tongue, pulling it into mine and sucking on it before sliding my fingers further up the back of his head and pulling him in a little closer. I loved the noises he made, and I loved having his body all mine.

I let my hand move back down, sliding down over his back. I ran my fingers over the small curve before letting my fingers dip into the cleft of his ass. I didn't want to scare him, so I kept my touch soft. My other hand alternated between light and tighter touches, trying to keep it unexpected.

I kissed him deeper and a little harder, using my hand on his ass to pull him tighter to me as I sat up a little, changing the angle of his position on my lap. I murmured his name into his mouth as I pulled gently on him.

My eyes crossed completely as I pulled back and let out the loudest moan my body ever produced. My brows furrowed as I gazed into his eyes. Everything seemed to haze over. Breathing through my nose heavily, I ran my hand down my chest to my nipple, caressing it roughly, “Will you kiss me here?” I asked, arching my back to give him full access.

I knew I was close. And I knew he knew too. Taking in a sharp breath, I let it out repeating his name with a mixture of ‘Don’t stop,’ ‘Right there,’ and ‘Keep goings’ slurred in. He did make me vocal. Usually I had to jerk off quietly, but this...there was no holding me back now.

Starting to move harder into his hand, I could hear the bed creaking underneath us, which turned me on even more. Which in turn made me even harder.

I smirked at his request, immediately leaning in and licking over his nipple. I used my tongue at first before fully latching onto him with my mouth, kissing, biting, licking and sucking on his chest. My hand continued it's movements on him while the other slid lower on his backside. I wanted him to associate touch from both sides with pleasure. I wasn't about to go too fast, but I didn't want him to shy away from my touch.

Pulling my mouth away, I looked up at him, wanting to watch his facial expressions. I wanted to see him when he came. I slid my fingers lower on him, playing with his base before stroking to his tip. "Come on Bren, come for me."

I smiled to myself, leaning up and licking up his neck before leaning back a little and looking up at him. I loved the way his hips rolled into my hand as my fingers played with him, squeezing and tugging a little, wanting him to come so badly and wanting to watch him.

I whimpered as he sucked on my chest. It was all too much. His hand. Well hands. His mouth. The creaking of the goddamn bed. I ground into him harder as I whimpered again. I felt like I was going to cry as I spread my legs even more.

A cold rush washed over my body running up and down every vein until it resting in my spine. Licking my lips, I watched Ryan, gaining eye contact as my mouth dropped. I see now why they call it an ‘o’rgasm...

Not even sure what kind of noises I was making as my ear was temporarily clogged, I clenched my stomach and bum, releasing completely as my pulse pounded in my head. Shivering, I immediately fell forward, wiping my sweaty forehead on the curve of his neck, placing kisses as my body calmed down from its high.

Smiling, I continued moving my hand until he was spent. I slid my arm around his lower back before moving and laying him down on the bed. Leaning over him I looked up at his face, leaning up and kissing the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea how hot and beautiful that was Brendon."

I chuckled softly before sitting back some. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly licked my hand clean. It may appear whorish to some people, but I was addicted to Brendon, and yes, that even meant every bit of his come that I could find. I smiled around my own fingers as I licked them clean. I always loved his reactions to me being me.

Once my hand was clean I leaned down, desperately wanting to fully clean him. And clean him I did. I used long strokes of my tongue to clean up every bit I could find on his stomach, hips, and thighs. I lavished his cock with my tongue until he was perfectly clean. He would need a shower after, as would I, but I loved how he tasted on my tongue and I wasn't about to let the shower wash that away.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...

I think. I can’t think. 911. Someone call a goddamn doctor!

I can’t breath, I can’t move. I can’t....

My chest. It’s hurting. Bad.

I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could. I didn’t know it was possible to have this much pleasure. EVER in my entire life. My two-seconds-ago limp cock is most likely going to come back to life.

I couldn’t look down. I couldn’t watch him. It was one thing for him to lick off my come, but then this.

That’s all. No more thinking.

“Ry.......amazing.......”

Smiling, I looked up at him and moved up his body, resting down beside him. I traced my fingers over his chest a little before sighing softly. "We are both going to need a shower. But I'm too tired to get up and take one now. Can we take a nap first? But...I don't think you want me to climb into your bed all sticky..."

Chuckling, I glanced down at my stomach before back up at him. I dipped my finger in it and licked it clean before shrugging. "I don't generally like cleaning myself up the way I like cleaning you. So...do you have tissues around here somewhere so I can get mostly clean before we go to sleep?"

I reached up and touched Brendon's lips, just tracing my fingertip over the shell of them. I would have just curled up all sticky, but that could be awkward to explain to his mom why there was stickiness ALL over his sheets. I tried to at least be considerate.

All I could do was smile.

Laugh and smile.

“Over on the dresser. There are wet naps in there too, from BW’s in the box on top...” Yes, I keep wet naps. But I’ve already discussed that earlier in the relationship...

I watched him walk over and wipe up. “Can you lock the door?” I asked, “I really don’t want my parents coming in unexpected, or worse yet, my sister...”

Sighing for the millionth time in the past hour, I curled up on my side, pulling the comforter out from underneath me, leaving it open for Ryan to join me. Once he was settled, I curled up more against him, running my leg between his as I rest my head on his chest, drawing circles on his rib cage.

“That was...” I mumbled, “Unbelievable, and I hope you enjoyed yourself too...I will definitely have images to last me three months so I can shy away from the porn...”

Dammit! Where was a camera when I needed one?

I pulled Brendon closer to me and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Leaning down I kissed his head softly as I suddenly had an idea, but I'd keep that one to myself and for later. "Well, better for you to be getting yourself all hot and off over images of me than porn. Personally, I'd much rather that. Unless I'm not big enough for you or something?"

I raised an eyebrow and looked down at him before smiling and closing my eyes. I yawned as I felt the exhaustion tugging at me. Before I forgot, I grabbed my cell phone and set the alarm so we wouldn't oversleep and miss the gig.

"And yes Bren, I think it is safe to say I enjoyed myself. It’s hard not to when I'm with you. And it’s really hard not to when all I can taste is you in my mouth. That is the best taste ever." I let my head rest back on the pillows and I pulled him closer. I wanted to feel as much of his skin against mine as I possibly could. I only had that nap and that night to feel him sleeping in my arms before I left for LA.

Nuzzling into him more, I sighed, laughing, “You are PLENTY big for me Ry...” I mumbled into his chest as I stretched my arms and yawned before recoiling back into the same position.

I pulled the covers tighter around us as the air kicked on. One thing I wasn’t excited about for the how tonight was the heat situation. We were playing in her garage or something...and I knew I’d be sweating like no other, and I didn’t want to mess up my new outfit.

Yawning again, my mind drifted to the ‘playlist’ that she had given us. It was quite extreme, like we were a wedding band or something, but she had so taste I guess. Wrapping my knee around Ryan’s I smiled, kissing his chest as I looked up at him, “I’m sorry,” I yawned again, “I am kinda distracted...” snuggling closer, “And you taste good too, but right now...I wanna sleep...”

I laughed softly and reached up to tilt his head up so I could kiss him. "It's okay Bren. We'll get some sleep and you'll be ready for the show tonight." I smiled and whispered again. "Get some sleep."

I played with his hair softly as I watched him drift off into sleep before I closed my own eyes. Sighing softly, fully in love with the feeling of his skin on mine, I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep, a smile on my lips. I was looking forward to the show and seeing Brendon on stage. I knew I'd spend the whole time with Alex watching them, and Alex would be thinking of suggestions for the next time they were all in the studio together, and for all their shows that he wouldn't be able to attend. With anticipation of the night I felt myself slip off to sleep.


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