This Is NOT Bullshit (Standalone)
Title: This Is NOT Bullshit (Standalone)
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing: Ryan and Alex (Yes, Alex from TIB)
Rating: R/E
Summary: Not really a prequel, more like a look into the past of two of your favorite This is Bullshit characters. A peek into their past relationship before their first year of college.
Disclaimer: *sigh* The only ownership is of Alex, he's ours, hands off!
Author’s Note: This is a co-write. howido_fics is Alex, youbrat is Ryan. Ryan's pov is blue, Alex's is black.



Alex and I had a date. Okay, so not like a date date, but we had a date. We'd arranged a date. His parents were gone for the weekend. My parents were gone for the weekend. It made perfect time for us to spend the weekend together. Not that it mattered if they were home or not, after all, we spent pretty much every weekend together regardless of where our parents were, and lately most of those weekends were filled with one sexcapade after another. The previous week had been beside my pool around two in the morning while my parents were asleep in their bedroom. They had no clue what was going on, they had no clue that their son was having some of the best sex ever right on the edge of the pool in their back yard.

If I was honest with myself, I'd admit that he and I had become a lot more than just normal friends, but what could I say? He was my best friend though, and no matter how much we slept together, that was still at the root of us. To say we were boyfriends just wasn't true, although half the world around us would probably disagree. Either way, weekends with Alex were always the best ever, even if they didn't involve sex. The weekends that didn't were always the two of us curled up together watching movies until the wee hours of the morning before going up to bed and stripping naked and just sleeping in bed together. I couldn't give up the opportunity to have his skin against mine; I mean honestly, how could anyone pass up that opportunity since he was like the hottest thing ever?

Anyway, I'd put a little effort into getting ready, enough to be sure I looked gorgeous. My jeans hugged every tiny little curve to my lower body and slung low enough that, without anything beneath them, my hips stood out proudly and showcased how perfect my body really was. I wasn't conceited or anything, it was just the truth, I had an amazingly perfect body. I wore my typical dark grey t-shirt, snug fit, clinging to me and hitting just at the top of my jeans, the slightest movement would show off the skin at the waist of the jeans. A little eyeliner smudged around my eyes, a little styling done to my hair, and I was ready for a night of whatever he had on his mind. I just wanted to be with him. And with that thought, I rang his doorbell, not that I needed to, but it was polite.

Putting in my Take This to Your Grave cd, I glanced at the clock on the wall. Seriously, Ry always took a half an hour extra to get ready. He was most likely standing in front of a mirror applying eyeliner or fixing his hair over and over again just for it to fall back to where it was before. Sometimes I didn't see the point, especially when I was just going to mess it up again. But, I guessed I enjoyed the extra effort he put in for me. I could say the same for myself, the extra effort that was, but being naturally sexy and beautiful, me standing there in a pair of jeans and an AFI girl tee, I was good to go.

"Dead on Arrival" had just kicked in when I heard the doorbell ring. I wasn't sure what was up with the bell, normally he just walked right in. I shrugged as I opened the door, and I did my normal, start from the feet and take in every inch of him until I met his eyes. A smile crept on my face as I did so, not ceasing until I had my hands around his waist, snaking to grip his ass, and brought him into me for a much needed kiss. Once I pulled back, I flicked my hair out of my eyes, biting my left ring, and winking, "Well don't you look fan-fucking-tasic this evening!"

With a click of my tongue, I pinched his ass that I had yet to let go of, pulling us inside, and shutting the door. I sighed, taking in his scent, and I smelled the familiar aroma of Ryan, only this time, the Italian sauces wafted in my nose. My stomach growled, "Oh shit, I forgot to get out the food! Mom cooked us your favorite before she left. I swear she loves you more than me...But I don't blame her," I titled my head, bangs falling over my eye as I leaned in, nipping at his ear while he looked towards the kitchen.

Groaning softly, I slid my arms around Alex's neck and pressed in against him, a smile on my lips as I nuzzled my face into the curve of his arms. It felt so good to be against him, not like it had been very long since the last time he'd had his arms around me, hell, it was only a few hours ago after school when we were saying goodbye. I pulled away after a few moments before looking up at him with a grin. "Well, thank you Lex, you don't look too shabby yourself, but I'm sure you already knew that."

I winked at him before leaning in to tug on one of his lip piercings that I adored so much. What could I say? I loved to make him moan, and I loved playing with those piercings, they were the sexiest things ever. Just thinking about what he did with his mouth and what those piercings felt like made my cock twitch in my jeans and I groaned again as I pressed my hips against his.

"You know she loves you Lex, more than she loves me, but that was so nice of her. But, let’s not talk about your mom, that’s only slightly odd when you're looking good pressed against me." I chuckled softly and pulled out of his grasp, heading for the kitchen and over to the stove to stir the sauce. "Mmm...smells amazing! So, is it time to eat then?" I grinned over my shoulder at him and wiggled my eyebrows a little, my hips swaying to Fall Out Boy on the stereo. "I'm glad you've got food here, cuz I have a pretty empty house, I guess it was just known I'd be spending the weekend here with you."

"Eh, eh eh," I shook my head as he messed with the food. Batting his fingers to drop the spoon, I pressed up against him, rough enough for him to feel me, but not so much that he was against the stove, "First of all, I'm doing the dinner, and secondly, you can't just waltz in here and dance around and not expect me to just ignore that!" Taking his waist, careful not to burn myself, I reached around him, feeling for the knob to turn down the heat, making sure to brush his crotch in the process.

Turning him around, I moved us sideways towards the counter. I took advantage of the stable space to grab his legs and run my hands up and down the backs of his thighs. Reaching mid thigh, I attached my mouth to his neck, pulling at his legs to wrap around my waist. He was such a good boy. Rarely did I have to tell him what to do, he just seemed to know what was going on. I must have trained him well.

Once he was securely around me, I walked backwards to the island, massaging his ass, and running my piercing along his mouth the whole way, "So, am I gonna get to fuck you tonight?" I asked playfully, smirking at him. We both knew it was inevitable. I just enjoyed stating, and asking, the obvious. Placing him on the counter, he kept his legs tight around my waist, keeping me there. I looked down between us, my hands warming his hips as his shirt rid up slightly, "What if I were to strip off your clothes and take you right here?"

I bit my lip softly as I kept my eyes on Alex's face. I loved when he talked to me like that. He got controlling with me. It turned me on and I couldn't help it. My body was pretty much his to do what he wanted with, so if he wanted to fuck me, he could fuck me all he wanted. I couldn't help it. Alex was sex on legs. He oozed it. He radiated it. He was all of it and I could have as much of him as I wanted, I could have my fill and he would fill me, god would he.

"Lex..." I'd barely spoke, my voice was already low and gravely, it was what he did to me. Just being around him alone lately drove my body to vibrating with anticipation and pleasure. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to grope me. I wanted him to grab me inappropriately in public places. I wanted him to fuck me. I licked my lips before pressing them against his while I held onto him, my fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. If I hadn't been turned on by the mere thought of his pierced lips on me, him talking about stripping me and taking me on the kitchen island did the trick.

I nodded a little as I pulled away from his lips. I always wore the least amount of clothes to his house. Or when I was seeing him alone. It just made things more convenient. And, although he hadn't said it, I was pretty sure that he loved to strip off my pants and know that I was anticipating him strip me. And touch me. And suck me. And fuck me. If my brain didn't stop thinking all the thoughts of what he might and could do to me I was going to come without him even taking my clothes off. I could feel my nipples hard beneath my shirt and was sure he could see them and already knew he was getting to me.

I smirked as I watched him. I loved when he was like this, which was all the time, really. He was like putty in my hands. It was easy to turn him on and fuck him. The smallest things had him going and I knew just talking about things was a key, well, when our clothes were still on. Pressing my hand to his chest, I pushed him back until he was flush against the counter. I knew he enjoyed eye contact, so I had to make this quick.

But, fuck, I glanced down and saw the gravity take toll on his stomach, causing his hip bones to stick out even more. I moaned at the sight, "Fuck Ryan, you are so fucking hot!" I hissed, grabbing a hold of his belt loops, nuzzling my nose in his crotch before lifting my head to suck and bite his hip bones. Running my piercings over him, I nibbled the thin skin, taking it in my teeth while shaking my head softly. He was mine, and I was destine to make a mark to prove this.

I needed to get him out of those clothes. And fast. My hands made their way up his body, removing the fabric as they went. His skin was so soft and hot and fucking amazing. Freeing him from my mouth, I grinned, seeing my damage before placing a soft kiss on it, smiling up at his arched chest, "Ry, sit up, this shirt has to go," I had no intention of helping him, instead, I slid down to his jeans. I traced his zipper with my nose, breathing warmly on his slight erection. My legs trembled at the sight, I figured it was from anticipation. I had sex with a few guys, but no one gave themselves to me like him, no one allowed me to do the things I did to him.

I let him direct me and I pushed myself up with one hand before sliding my other into his hair, still reclining back just a little on the counter. Granite against my body wasn't the best feeling ever, but what could I say, it felt cool against my skin, even through clothes and I was sure it would feel even better when it was against my skin and Alex was buried inside me and making me sweat and slide along the countertop. Biting my lip, I tilted his head back and leaned down to kiss him a little before sitting up again. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to take off my shirt or if he wanted to do it himself.

My legs slipped from being wrapped around his waist and they spread more, accommodating his body. I didn't know what it was, but honestly, being around him lately just made my legs spread as if begging for him to just take me. It was habit, it was desire, it was my body's way of telling me I wanted him to touch me everywhere and I wanted him to touch me now. If it were anyone else I would have been embarrassed by how I reacted to him, but it was Alex. It was Alex's body. It was Alex's voice. it was Alex's demands and directions that had my body willing to bend to his every wish.

"Lex...mm..." I was aching for him to touch my skin, not just on top of clothing, but actual skin. I wanted his hands to touch me and strip me. I wanted his hands on my skin. I wanted him to slide his hand into my jeans and down between my legs. I wanted...god...I wanted to give in to him and let my body be his toy.

"Ry," I looked up at him, talking to him sternly, "Take the fucking shirt off!" I spat. Normally I wasn't mean or an ass, but he knew that when I got hard; I got demanding. And if the strain in my pants were any indication, I was might as well been leaking precome at the moment. And sometimes, he wasn't fast enough. He was too slow for my test. He took things too careful for my liking. Sure, we could fuck with his parents in the next room, but if it were up to him, he'd be content just cuddling. But not me. I enjoyed cuddling, yes, but only because my body was too weak to do much else.

Standing upright, I shook my head, "Come 'er," I smirked, grabbing his arms, and pulling him up, "I can't really fuck you if you are all clothed and down there now can I?" I winked, sticking my tongue out at him. Managing to pull of his shirt, I did the same to mine, "And you better not be wearing underwear, cause I really don't have the time to mess with that..."

Throwing his shirt towards the direction of the dinner table, I leaned in, taking his left nipple in my mouth. I placed my tongue flat against it, wiggling it to let the ball piercing do all the work. My fingers inched their way to his pants, undoing the button as I took his right nipple in my mouth. This was all taking too much time for me. I really just wanted to be inside him. I wanted his legs wrapped around me and I want fuck him so hard he screamed.

A moan slid across my lips at the feeling of Alex's mouth on my chest, at the feeling of his fucking piercings on my nipples. I loved his piercings. I never thought sex and foreplay could be as amazing as they were until that first night I felt them on me. It was that night that I wondered why he and I hadn't played with each other’s bodies before. It was that night that I vowed to always have someone with piercings in my life. It was that night that started the life we were living right that moment. The life of amazing sex that left my body humming and begging and responding to the merest reminder or hint.

My hand fisted into his hair as my head dropped back. He knew that I never wanted to wait too long for him either. He knew that I went without anything under my jeans to feel the fabric on my skin as a precursor to what was coming, to having him inside me, to having him against me, to having him touching me and fucking me. I wanted him against me in that instant and I wanted his hand in my pants so bad. The jeans were tight around my body, so tight against my legs, my hips, my cock. I wanted to feel him slide his hand inside. I wanted to feel his hand between my legs. I wanted to feel his fingers slide against my skin.

My hips shifted. I felt myself get even harder at the idea of his hand inside my pants, at the idea of the tightness because his hand, his perfect hand. I had this strange desire to have him thrust his fingers inside me without removing my jeans. He bit down onto my nipple, sending shockwaves straight to my cock that was already straining against the zipper. I sucked in a harsh breath, my legs parting more and my hips pressing toward him. His name tore across my lips in a deep moan of pleasure. God I loved when he bit me like that.

Undoing his button, I yanked his zipper down as quick as I could, tugging the pants as I went. My mouth trailed down his body while I tried to rid him of his pants. I knew there was plenty of time for me to remove mine, plus I still had essentials in my pockets. Running my tongue down the center of his torso, I made it to his exposed cock, lapping at the precome before pulling back to fist the back of his jeans.

I pulled so roughly, his bum slid to the edge of the counter, giving me a perfect view and great access to his entire package. And when I say package, I mean all the cash and prices, his hard cock, tight balls and even tighter hole. Moaning at the sight, I took the time to take off his shoes so I could get the jeans off completely. Upon doing so, they met with the shirt in the vicinity of the table.

Reaching in my back pocket, I retrieved a tube of lube and a condom. Setting it down next to us, I popped the cap, squirting a generous amount on my fingers before placing it in Ryan's hand. He would definitely be needing it later. I brought my body against the counter so I could meet his face, took his bottom lip into my mouth, grinded my clothed cock against his, and slid two fingers in him without warning. I knew that was how he liked it, so no need to change things up now.

My body arched up as he thrust his fingers into me and I tore my lip from his as my body pressed back into his hand, hard. My head fell back and I moaned his name again. I loved when his hand was inside me. It wasn't as good as having his cock inside me, but he could angle his fingers deliberately which he couldn't quite with his cock. He had a habit of putting his fingers as deep into me as possible and using his fingertips to rub at the spot inside me. He usually found it on his first try and had me blinded with pleasure in a heartbeat.

My body collapsed down against the cold granite, my back arching and rolling a little as it hit the cold surface. My legs spread more as my hipbones stuck up. I was so hard and so erect, I wanted attention, I wanted that pierced mouth. I slid one of my legs up and over his shoulder, trying to hint to him without being dominant. He didn't seem to like me trying to take a dominating roll when he was. I was fine with that, but at the same time he needed to know what I wanted too, not that he'd give it to me. I tried to make a mental note next time I was in jeans to put his hand into them since that was what I'd wanted before he stripped me.

"Mmm...fuuuck...Lex...." I wet my lips and looked down over my body at him. God he was amazing, and he was all mine too. I might as well have his name tattooed on my body though, cuz I was all his, even if we weren't dating, even if I was seeing other guys. Sex wasn't good unless it was with him. My body begged for his mouth, his skin, his cock. "Don't. Fucking. Stop."

I pressed my fingers deeper into him, grasping his other hip in the process. Curling my fingers roughly, I massaged his prostate a few times as I leaned down to kiss him. Ryan was a very oral person. He liked kissing and sucking and biting. Me, I was ok with flat out fucking. I mean, we weren't dating or anything, but who was I to say no to him? I was aware that he enjoyed my piercings, so, I tried to utilize them as much as I could. Sometimes I was successful, other times, my cock got in the way.

My tongue slipped inside his mouth while I pulled out, added another finger and curled them back in. From this angle, my wrist rubbed against his balls as I forced his knee almost into his chest. He was so fucking flexible it was amazing. I knew he could curl and curve and bend, so who was I to not let him use his full potential?

"Fuck Ry," I pulled away from him, "Why is it that every time you are so fucking tight?" I slammed my fingers back into him again. Really, I could have pulled out my own cock and thrust into him, but I loved how my fingers made him squirm, "Just seeing you," I moaned, "Fuck, out here, spread out for me...all...flexible and fuck Ry..." I groaned this time, sucking a trail down his neck. It was my turn. I was so hard in these pants, I couldn't fucking breath.

I groaned in pleasure when he shoved his fingers back inside me, my body shivering a little. I gasped softly and reached up to tug at him, whimpering slightly as I did. "Get up here with me? Mmm...not enough of you...get up on the island, Lex...fuck...." I leaned up, pressing my lips hard against his as I did what I could to help and move into his hand, it wasn't enough though, it was never enough. I collapsed back against the counter, my body rolling again at the cold surface.

With my hand in his hair, I tried to direct him slightly, I wanted those sexy lips on my aching cock. I wanted his tongue to lap at my tip. I wanted him to suck me like a dripping popsicle. I wanted that tongue to do things to me that I would blush about later. His tongue had been over every piece of my body, every crevice, every curve, but there would always be a few that I would wake up thinking about. I loved when he licked me out. I loved when he sucked me off. I loved when he shoved his tongue into my navel. I loved when he put his mouth to work on my nipples till they were as erect as my cock and aching from his mouth's harsh attention.

I whimpered again. "Just...mmm...just for you Lex...just for you...fuck...mmm...this isn't enough. More...fuck, Lex, I want more of you..."

My pants were so tight around me I couldn't even fucking move, and his words, they made it even harder. Groaning at him, I reached for my pants, fingers fumbling from the lube, but I finally got a good enough grasp to unbutton myself and drop the zipper. I sighed as the air hit my cock, leaning forward to give Ry some sort of contact, I ran my tongue up his shaft, following the vein to the top where his precome was accumulating.

Running my snakebites up and down his shaft, I took the bottom of tongue piercing and moved it against his tip, while somehow managing to loose my shoes and jump out of my pants. I wasn't even sure why I put on shoes in the first place, but really, right now wasn't the best time to worry about it.

Once I was clothing free, I pulled back from Ryan completely. Kissing his tip quickly, I made sure he was still slick and ready for me. Bending down, I eyed his hole, stuck my nose against his balls, and wiggled the tip of my tongue against his muscle. Perfect, still ready for me as his ass squeezed and contracted forcing some of the lube out in the process, which of course, I had to lap up.

I stood up and grabbed a hold of his waist, pushing him up the counter, knocking over, and breaking, my mother's fruit bowl full of apples. I shrugged, looked like I'd be making a trip to Target. Shaking my head, I placed one knee on the counter, hoisting myself up to straddle him. Moving to kiss him, I kept my body an equal inch or so away from him until my cock touched his, and ground into him, taking his lips in mine.

He knew me and my body too fucking well, he knew what made me tick, what made me writhe, what made me moan. Being with him made me a slut, or at least, a slut for him. I would strip naked, spread my legs and wait for him to thrust into me without even being asked to. He'd turned me into a sex addict, but only when it came to being with him, other guys it just wasn't the same, they didn't make me want to beg to be fucked.

His name slipped between our lips in a moan as I kissed him back and reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I slipped my leg up, letting it slide over and along his chest as I lifted it up. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him inside of me right then, but I knew I couldn't try to direct him too much because that would be overstepping my bounds as the submissive one.

I tilted my head up and tugged harshly at one of his snake bites. I knew he liked attention to them, it sent the sensations straight to his cock. Not that he needed the stimulation because he was so fucking hard, just like me, but still, I loved giving him a little something because he paid so much attention to me and what I wanted. I sucked the piercing into my mouth and opened my eyes to look up at him as my leg slid around his ribcage. That was something else he liked, my flexibility, I was surprised he didn't chose somewhere where I'd have to use it more.

"Oh...god...mmm...Lex...you're such a fucking tease!" I lifted my head and crashed my lips against his, thrusting my tongue between his lips and curling it around his tongue stud, tugging on it slightly as I did.

I laughed in his mouth. Me a tease? What, he was the one all sprawled out and looking sexy as fuck, and he called me a tease? I pulled back and shook my head, "You're the tease, laying there with your fucking hair in your eyes and your body moving like it does. Your leg working it's way around me...who's in control here? Huh?" I asked playfully as I leaned down to bite his lower lip, pulling it back with a shake of my head, much like I did to the skin around his hipbone earlier.

"What?" I released his lip, "You want me to do all the work? Is that it?" I chuckled at him, "I don't think so...well, that is unless you want me to enter you dry..." I licked my lips, tasting him on me. Smiling, I pulled back, sitting on my knees. Taking his cock in my hands, I thumbed his slit while rubbing my palm on the length, "You know I don't touch myself, so get to work!"

Smirking at him, I handed him the tube so he could slick me up. I was a fan of masturbating, but I didn't understand the point of me having to touch myself when there was a perfect candidate right in front of me. While he prepared, I dipped down, still raking his erection, taking his right nipple into my mouth, and sucking on it, "Oh, yea, and don't forget the condom, Sexy..."

My body arched into his mouth and I groaned as my eyes slid closed. If he wanted me to actually think enough to get the condom and lube on him, then he shouldn't have been playing so intensely with my hot spots. I loved when my nipples got attention, especially with his fucking piercings. His mouth on my nipples did things to me. Hell, he could just walk by me while I was fully clothed and run a finger lightly over my nipple and I'd get instantly turned on and hard for him. I wondered what would happen if I got them pierced, if it would heighten their sensitivity...

Somehow I managed to open the condom package and get it out. It figured it was black. Alex always seemed to have special condoms and I never knew what was going to be special about them each time. The black ones were his favorites though, he only used them for certain occasions and they usually were an indicator of his desire to have a hot, steamy, sex marathon. I groaned in anticipation of the rest of the weekend and reached down to slide it onto him, biting my lip as I did, loving having my hands on him and just feeling his beyond perfect cock. At least, we both thought it was perfect and it fit perfectly inside me with the perfect pressure and the perfect...well...everything.

My body squirmed beneath him as I opened the lube and reached down to help prepare him, all the while feeling my body aching and begging for more of him. I could feel the precome on the head of my cock and wanted to ask him to suck it off, lick it up, press his tongue into me...I swore it was just him, but when he had me naked and wanting, my mind begged for things like that, it was just rare that I verbalized them.

Removing my mouth, my eyes slipped shut as he touched me. I rocked, maybe even borderline humped, into his hand as he prepared me for him. That was it every time. If I wasn't in him soon, I might have well just exploded in the damn condom. Pushing his hand away, I took myself in my own, tracing his stomach, his cock, and rubbed around his balls before resting right outside his hole.

"Ry, look at me," I took my free hand, gripping his chin so our eyes could meet. I always loved this part, watching him when I thrust into him, seeing his eyes roll back as he tried to control himself and listen to my demands. Once he was looking at me, I repositioned my knees to give me enough support, then I rocked into him, going as deep as I could with the first thrust.

"FUCK!" I yelled, he was so damn tight. Every fucking time. I swear he did those exercises that women praise about, what was it Kigel? And goddamn my mind when I was inside him, it went from topic to topic, on fucking speed, as well as my language, I turned into a fucking sailor...wait, a sea men? Shaking my head, fuck, I missed the moment. I missed his eyes and his reaction. Dammit. I pulled back out again, grabbing the base of my cock, which was softening from my mind wandering, with a couple strokes, I was up to speed again, slamming into with more force, this time taking in his noises and reactions.

My back arched and I pressed into his thrusts. Oh god did it feel so fucking good! He and I hadn't had sex in a little while, at least, not together. I'd missed that perfect cock inside me. I'd missed the way he stretched me with it and slammed into me. God did I miss how it felt when he pushed against my prostate. Nothing could compare to the feeling of him inside me. I just wished I could tell him that. Instead his name slid from my lips, moaned and mixed with a slew of 'fucks' and 'oh gods'.

My body squeezed down on top of him, deliberately at first, just wanting to put as much pressure on him as I could before letting my body go with it and pushing back into him. I wanted to feel his body against mine though, and I was still aching for his mouth to devour my body, as well as my lips. The memory of him licking my cock like an ice cream cone came to mind and I remembered how much he had savored every little drop of come, the memory caused me to respond even more to his thrusts, pressing back, angling my hips, twisting my leg up even more.

My head pressed into the cold granite and I arched, my chest shoving up, my hands reaching out to the edges of the island as I gripped onto them. My ass moved a little on the slick surface and I knew it would have interesting impacts on my body later. At least it wasn't carpet, carpet burn was the worst. I bit my lower lip hard before gasping his name over and over again. My right hand slid up to my head and I pulled on my own hair, crying out when he hit my prostate head on with as much force as he could.

I wanted to watch him, I needed to watch him, but I couldn't. With my cock in him, there wasn't much I could do. If I watched him, my mind would go blank, and I'd forget what I was doing. So, instead, I squeezed my eyes shut, his face painted on the back of my eyelids. I watched him in my head, and listened to him, knowing I hit his prostate. Smiling at myself, I dropped my head to his neck, licking the sweat that I came in contact with. It was such a contradiction to the sweet vanilla-y scent he usually had.

Gripping his shoulder, I managed to shove myself harder into him. Luckily we were on something stable, and even slick, I knew his back had to be smearing and sliding against the counter, pulling at his tight skin, working against my movements. I groaned as he clenched around me tighter, "That's it Ry, work with me, pull me in and out of you just like that. Use your tight, strong muscles to milk me, and fuck me, and make me come," I gritted my teeth as I spoke right below his ear.

I ran the ball of my piercing down his neck to suck on his Adam's apple as I quickened my pace. I knew I was close, but like every time I was with Ryan, I didn't want it to end too soon. I wanted to be inside him forever. I wanted to feel him contract around me. I wanted the bumps and crevices of his ass to slid against my cock. But most importantly, I wanted him to come with me. Going deep was great and all for me, but I pulled out slightly, shifting my hips upward and took shallow thrusts, making sure I hit his prostate with every go.

Moaning in pleasure, I wrapped my arm around him holding him with my arm and my leg. I loved how much my body opened to him when I had my leg so high and around him. I loved how good he could be inside me. I loved every movement and every moment drove me crazy with want and desire for more, always more. I loved when he talked his way through sex and told me what to do, told me what he wanted. He didn't talk dirty much, which was okay, but when he did I felt like being kinky and something inside me woke up in a way I never expected.

Following his directions, I clenched around him, pulling him, helping him to increase the pleasure of being inside me. I couldn't help the way my body moved beneath his. I couldn't help the way my body reacted to having him inside me. It was pleasure, torture and pure pleasure. My hips moved, thrusting back into his thrusts. My back arched again, as I whimpered, begging him in my mind to send his lips lower. To send that sexy mouth a little lower, to suck and bite and lick.

I groaned again and gasped his name, my hand moving up to fist into his hair. So much for looking perfect. I was sure the eyeliner was smudged, but he'd love that later, he'd look at me and get hard just looking at the smudged eyeliner that he knew he caused. My other hand reached down and grabbed a little at his ass. If it weren't for the fact that he was fucking me so well, I'd have done more, like finger him, but I thought maybe I'd save that for later, although he wasn't really one for receiving like that, but that didn't mean I couldn't try. As a hint to what I wanted to do, I let my fingers slip down into the curve of his ass as I thrust up hard into him, squeezing down at him at the same time.

Sweat dripped and collected at my knee, causing me to loose balance and fall on his chest. I sucked in a breath. Usually I was flawless during sex, but this counter was doing wonders on me. Turning a slight red, I placed my mouth on his, since I was flush against him before pulling up my torso and leaning on my forearms.

I knew he needed kisses, knew he liked kisses, but I really wanted to just fuck him. Kissing, and a lot of it, could happen later.

I smiled as my name spilled from his lips, it worked me up even more, as did the sounds of my skin slapping against his. I could feel my orgasm beginning to course through me. If I had the strength, I would have reached down and squeeze the base of my cock to will me to stop, but I couldn't handle it. The pleasure from his words, sounds, and movements were all too much for me to have any control of my body.

Continuing to thrust into him, my body dripped of sweat as a wash of cold started at my toes and began to creep up my body, "Fuck Ry, you are so fucking...I'm close, shit, you are so..." my eyes rolled back as I lifted my chin to the ceiling, "Fuck, you close? Want me to....fuck..."

I nodded in response to his question and pulled him against me some more, feeling my body begin to tingle. I pulled his lips to mine and gave him a wild, open mouth kiss with mostly tongue on tongue before losing all coordination and dropping against the countertop again, pushing back against every thrust, my body clenching around him as I thrust up slightly and then down onto him more. I was writhing a little beneath him as my hand gripped harder into his hair and the tingling moved throughout my whole body.

I knew this was it, we were both so close, and we couldn't stop it anymore. My head tossed to the side. His name dripped off my lips. My body clenched harder around him as my hips rose off the counter. I needed him to thrust into me just one or two times more. I wanted him to hold onto my hips. I wanted him to bruise them with his fingers as he thrust into me harder.

My jaw went slack as I squeezed down onto him. "Oh...mmm...god....Lex-lex....Alexlexlexlex....." My head thrashed to the other side, just once more, just one more thrust and I would be gone. I forced my eyes open, I wanted to see his face. I loved his face when he came. I loved his expression when I came. God how he loved it when I came because of him. I loved when I came because of him too, I came harder because of him.

My mouth fell open, I had no control of it, I knew I was most likely drooling, but I couldn't help it. Pulling my left bite into my mouth, I thrust as hard and deep into him as my body could muster. My hand, I wasn't sure how, found it's way between us as I gripped his cock, squeezing it, moving with my stomach.

"Ry, fuck, I'm, fuck..." I rocked into him, coming before my body came to a rest against the backs of his thighs. Tremors ran through my body as I continued to move my lower half into him, rubbing his tip against my navel in the process. He was practically fucking my navel and that added to the affect that ran through my body. The feeling that stuck in my stomach, and filtered through my body. The pleasure he gave me...no one ever did. I fucked many of guys. Guys who knew what they wanted, and guys who told me how they wanted. Guys who used me to get off, but he, Ryan, he appreciated me. We learned from each other. He taught me more things by his body language than any guy ever told me.

I stayed inside him, breathing heavily, adjusting my hips so my now limp cock would press against his prostate, "Come on Ry," my thumb and index finger slid up to toy with his nipple. I attached my mouth to his neck, sucking and biting and rolling my piercing over him, "Come for me Babe..." I lapped at the bite marks in front of me, moving down his collar bone to do the same to another spot.

Groaning at his command, it was all I needed for my body to explode with sensations and I came, my body squeezing down around him still inside me, my body arching up into him, my hips thrusting into his hand. I moaned his name over and over as my hand damn near tore at his hair. Before him I had never thought of myself as a hair puller, but with Alex, pulling his hair was just a part of sex and it felt so sexual and carnal, so right.

My body rode out its orgasm around him and against him as I felt completely spent. I collapsed down against the granite and pulled him against me a little, tilting my head down to kiss him. I knew we had made a mess of ourselves and the kitchen, but I didn't care. We'd clean up together, but first we'd spend a lot of time enjoying what we just did, or at least some. I kissed him again before pulling my lips away and panting softly as I tried to regain my breath. I wanted him to lick me clean, but I wasn't going to suggest it. He was in control and that was how I liked it, even if there were things I wanted but never asked for.

My fingertips slid down and grazed his opening lightly. I was just exploring a little, I hadn't let myself do that in a while and after being fucked so well and feeling so relaxed and spent, I just wanted to do something lazy and there were parts of his body that people weren't allowed to really experience. That was one of them, but I loved to touch him there because I knew he'd let me, of all people he'd let me, and if I could have I would have started getting hard at that thought alone.

"If you're going there, you better get some lube..." I sighed, laughing lightly while pulling back from him. I placed my lips chaste against his before bringing myself up on my arms again, "And I don't know if I am ready for round two..." my stomach growled as I took in a deep breath, the sauce tickling my nose, "As much as I would love for you to get me hard again, we have the entire weekend ahead of us..." I winked at him, crawling down his body, slipping out in the process.

"Mmmm," I muttered as I came face to face with his stomach. White splattered his stomach, almost blending in with his pale skin, "Appetizer," I mumbled as I reached up, grabbing his neck so he could watch. Once his eyes were on mine, I opened my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes, first licking my chin, then lowering my head until it came in contact with his skin.

I had no clue where I needed to lick, or where I was licking, my eyes were fixed on his as I covered every inch of skin in front of me. My piercings drug along with my tongue, warming the skin as I moved. I knew I said I wasn't ready for round two, but I felt my cock twitch as I trailed up and down his ribs and chest, making sure to stop and suck the upper skin of his belly button as I did so.

I whimpered and moaned as I looked into his eyes and he started cleaning me up. My legs parted on their own and my hips pressed up. I was aching for him to lick all of me clean, everywhere, I wanted his lips and tongue to slide down and lick my cock clean and dry. Even as satiated as I felt, my cock twitched at the thought and I moaned his name again before slipping my hand down and into his hair. I put just a little bit of pressure into my movement, trying to get him, on his own, to put that perfect mouth to use on the head of my cock.

Round two. God, I wanted round two just looking at him and thinking about him, but he was right, we had the whole weekend and I knew we'd both use it too. I was sure there was going to 'innocent' touching that turned into a lot more. There would be kissing and holding. There would be blowjobs and handjobs. There would be naked sleeping. There would be shower sex. There would be him shoving me against the back of the couch and fucking me. Or at least, that was what my mind was telling me would happen all weekend, it really was up to him what really would though.

Taking in a shaky breath, I slid my leg over his shoulder and just rested it there, trying to keep my eyes on his as he continued using that fucking hot mouth on me. Just a little lower. Just a little more. I did not want him to pull away from me and I didn't want his mouth or his hands to come off of me.

I continued my tongue down his body. Breaking eye contact, I looked at the mess he had made and his now soft cock. Without using my hands, I took him in my mouth, licking him sufficiently using the backs of my teeth to skin against his sensitive skin softly. When I finished, I dropped him from my mouth, sliding off him and the counter.

I walked around the island to kiss him, let him taste himself in my mouth while running my fingers down his body. Two of them slipped inside him again. I loved feeling the difference. Feeling the effect my cock did on his body. I loved how my fingers slipped in so easily from the stretching and fucking. I loved the openness and the way his legs dropped and moved for me. I enjoyed watching him spread out for me.

Pressing my tongue into his mouth, I let him tug and pull at my piercing while my fingers continued to probe inside of him. Pulling back, I looked down his body, full of sweat and my own spit. Turning back, I made eye contact and smiled, "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that Ryan, you are so..." I ran my fingers through his hair, looking in his eyes. I wasn't much on this mushy shit, but sometimes it just came out. I knew I had to snap out of it, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't control my words, especially when staring in his eyes.

Alex never ceased to amaze me. He took my hint, but even more...god...I clung onto him while his fingers were inside me. I couldn't help it, I turned into a slut for him. I reached up and pulled his lips down to mine again, I loved tasting him, even if there was a mixture of myself in there too, I didn't care, hell, I'd lick my come off of him if that was what he wanted and I would do it in a heartbeat. My thighs pressed into the countertop and my hips moved up, encouraging his hand. We didn't need round two right that second, but it didn't stop me from responding and encouraging.

I let him go after a few moments and just lay there, panting and writhing a little until he withdrew his fingers from me. It was a sense of loss then, after having him so undeniably inside me and right there, to have nothing of him touching me was a loss. I shook myself out of it a little and slid up so I was sitting on the counter. I turned toward him and grinned softly, my legs hanging over the edge of the counter, spread slightly.

"Mmm..." I stretched, long arms stretching up and my back curving as I did. I liked to make a spectacle of my naked body in front of him. "I didn't expect that first thing when I got here..." I grinned softly and let one of my hands slide down over my chest as I kept my eyes up and on his.

I watched him move and stretch in front of me. Everything about the boy in front of my was long and fluid. He wasn't awkward, nor was he finicky, he just had a way of moving just so to make my eyes be mesmerized and my body to react. I walked around the counter, standing between his legs, chuckling, "Yea, me neither," I took his hand, curling it into a fist with his index and middle fingers still up.

Placing it against my body, I wiped up a few spots of his come that lingered there, then took both fingers in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as my tongue and roof of my mouth cleaned up the digits. I pulled them out, smearing them on my waist out of habit before dropping his hand completely.

"Yes, I know," I pecked his nose, "Me too. I was expecting a nice quiet evening with a candle lit dinner, a Disney movie and maybe a game of Checkers before we retired to our rooms and slept the night away..." I grinned at him, laughing at my corniness, "No, but really, let's get something to eat, I'm starving, from all the work I had to do..."

I reached forward and pulled Alex into me, kissing him hard before pulling back and panting softly. It was those things that he did that got to me the most. Everything about us got sexual when we were like that, and I loved it when he did little things like suck my come off of my fingers. It was so hot and got to me so much. But he was right, I was hungry too and if that was any indication of the weekend, we'd both need the energy.

I slid down off of the counter, my body sliding down against his as I did so. Once my feet were on the floor I gave him a smirk before making my way over to where our clothes were. It wasn't that I was embarrassed being naked in front of him, far from it actually, but I just loved it when he stripped clothes off of me, it added to the fun and the sensations and the anticipation. I pulled my jeans on slowly, knowing that Alex was watching me as I did so.

"Mmm...dinner sounds good right now." I zipped up the jeans and I grabbed my t-shirt before picking up his jeans and tossing them to him. "How about we get some food and then watch a movie or something? I think I could go for a little relaxing." I grinned at him before pulling on the t-shirt and going over to the stove to make sure that it was still hot enough to eat because I was hungry and I wanted energy for our activities before bed.

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