luckylaw

I’m not always the bitch

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 01:14:57 GMT

Title: I’m not always the bitch
Author: luckylaw
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: third
Summary: Ryan’s tired of always being the bottom in slash
Disclaimer: This story is not true. It is not said with actual malice that would defame, slander, or libel any members of the patd band. This is purely the work of imagination.
Dedication: for the girls over at FOBR

“WHY AM I ALWAYS THE BITCH!?!”

Ryan came stomping across the room and flopped down on the couch, crossing his arms on his chest. Spencer smirked from his place on the floor in front of the television. Brendon sat beside him, game controller in hand.

“What?” he asked.

“Fucking lj,” Ryan mumbled. The wall opposite the couch felt the full force of his bitchy diva face.

“Pete send you another slash?” Spencer asked. He bit his lip in concentration as he tried to kill Brendon’s character on the screen.

“Yes,” Ryan huffed, uncrossing his arms and turning to the two boys playing. “This one was a Rydon. And I always fucking bottom! What the fuck anyway! If anyone was the bitch it would be Brendon.”

“Hey!” Brendon exclaimed without taking his eyes off the screen.

“I mean, seriously. Why do our fans always think I’m the bitch? I’m manly. I’m not the one with the womanly hips. Just because I can’t grow a beard like Spencer or Jon doesn’t mean—“

“Spencer no longer looks manly,” Brendon cut in. “He shaved the beard and has turned into a porno-stache villain. He could star in gay porn.” Losing the game, Spencer threw down his controller and launched at Brendon, wrestling him on the floor. Ryan knew this fight would end like most Spencer and Brendon fights: Brendon would bite Spencer and Spencer would put Brendon in a headlock until he called uncle.

“I’m not the bitch,” he muttered as he eyed Brendon squirming in Spencer’s grip. His eyes gleamed for a second before he leaned back against the couch. “I am so not the bitch.

Two days later Brendon walked into the hotel room to find Ryan laboring over the computer. “What-cha doing?” he asked, coming up behind him.

Ryan jumped and shut his laptop with a snap. “Nothing. Er—checking my email.” Heat bloomed on Ryan’s cheeks.

“Oh yeah?” Brendon leaned over and tried to raise the screen.

“Go away,” Ryan hissed, “I’m not done yet.” He grabbed the computer and held it to his chest. “Mine, Brendon, mine.”

“Fine, I’ll just watch tv.” Brendon went over and flipped the tv on but kept an eye on Ryan. Curiosity peaked, he knew he had to get a look of what was on that computer. Soon Ryan started typing away again and Brendon waited for an opportunity.

Sneaking behind Ryan, Brendon held his breath as he squinted at the screen. Ryan was writing a story. A story about—Brendon rubbed his eyes. A story about—

Brendon gasped and pushed back against the fingers inside him. His hands were splayed against the wall and his ass stuck out as he begged for it like a whore. “Please, Ryan, fuck me.” Ryan pulled his hand away from Brendon’s tight ass and lubed up his cock. Ryan’s dick was huge, probably more than Brendon could take. Brendon was such a cockslut, however, that he’d be split in two and still want to feel a man thrusting inside him.

“What the fuck are you writing?!” Brendon’s mouth hung open as he read the words on the screen. He was half sure he was imagining it and reread the last few lines again. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight and it felt like the air in the room had gotten ten degrees hotter.

“Oh shit,” Ryan said, slamming down the screen.

“What was that? Were you really—Since when do you have a huge dick?” Brendon’s mind couldn’t grasp all the thoughts at once as they came pouring out his mouth.

“My dick is totally bigger than your micropeen, Urie.” Ryan put his tongue to cheek before admitting, “I just don’t always want to be the bitch on lj.”

“You were going to post this?” Brendon’s face was frozen in horror.

“Yeah, right, because I can’t always be the bitch.”

“Do you realize how psycho you are? You wrote a slash involving yourself and were going to post it for your fourteen year old fans,” Brendon ticked off.

“It’s not like they’d know it was me writing it,” Ryan said, dropping his head and staring at the floor between his feet.

“One, not the point and two, what lj name were you going to post under?”

“Ryoos huls pearnkjs,” Ryan muttered.

“What?” Brendon said, leaning closer to hear.

“Ryro’s_Hulk_Penis, okay.” Brendon started laughing. Ryan stood, his limbs feeling long and ungainly as he tried to find a graceful way to exit the situation. “Look, I’m going to post it and I’m not going to always be the bitch. So get out and give me a few minutes to finish.”

“If I leave you’d just masturbate to the thought of the two of us together. Not going to happen, Ross.” Brendon smirked and stretched. “Besides, you are the bitch and lj knows it. You don’t want to confuse them by posting lies.”

Ryan looked Brendon in the eye for the first time since Brendon had caught him writing. Brendon was usually so transparent, but he also had a strange charisma and charm about him. Ryan knew only one thing when he stepped forward into Brendon’s space: he was not going to always be the bitch.

Brendon’s eyes widened as Ryan took another step forward. “Hey,” he said, unsurely. Ryan kept their eyes locked and reached down then pulled his shirt over his head. His hair mused a bit, but he didn’t stop to fix it like he normally would. His hands dropped to his belt and started working it loose. “What are you doing?” Brendon asked, taking a step backward and feeling his legs hit the edge of the bed.

“I think it’s time for bed, Brendon.” Ryan knew Brendon like the back of his hand. There were a few things that Ryan could be absolutely confident about. Brendon always wore tight pants. Brendon would always deny he was gay and meanwhile do whatever gay thing he wanted to do. Brendon would get a hard on if Ryan stared at him long enough.

And there it was, the unspoken stiffy between them. Ryan let his jeans fall to the floor and kicked them off from around his ankles. Brendon stood by the side of the bed and tried to pull his shirt down over the obvious evidence of his arousal in his tight pants.

“Need any help with that,” Ryan raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk. Brendon’s face flushed of color. Ryan stepped forward again, closing the remaining distance. Taking Brendon’s shirt out of the boy’s hands, he removed it for him. Softly, he traced his fingers down the boy’s chest. Ryan made sure to keep his eyes on Brendon’s, even though the boy had lowered his eyes.

Ryan’s hands reached the top of Brendon’s jeans then settled on his hips. He leaned forward and gently crushed his lips to Brendon’s before leaning back and working on the buckle.

“What—What are you doing?” Brendon asked. He brought his hands up and tried to brush Ryan’s away. Ryan pulled harder on the button until it popped free.

“Just helping you get ready for bed, Brendon. What do you think I’m doing?” Another thing Ryan knew with certainty is that Brendon would try anything before contradicting what Ryan said. It didn’t hurt that it was probably Brendon’s dick thinking by now instead of his brain.

Ryan knelt as he peeled the tight pants off Brendon’s legs. Brendon’s arousal stood defiantly tenting his yellow briefs. Ryan smirked and took the underwear down his legs as well. Ryan knelt back and looked at the scene before him. Brendon was breathing heavy as he stood, his hands by his sides. Ryan leaned forward and licked Brendon’s cock with a quick swipe of his tongue.

“Shit,” Brendon breathed.

“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” Ryan commanded, standing up.

“What?” Brendon quavered.

“Hands and knees,” Ryan enunciated. Brendon scurried to comply.

Brendon kept his eyes on the bed sheets below him as Ryan joined him on the bed. He seemed to stop breathing in anticipation of what Ryan was going to do. Except for that quick flick of the tongue, Ryan hadn’t even touched him properly yet.

Ryan took his time admiring the ass displayed in front of him before reaching out to caress. Brendon moaned at the slight contact. Starting to feel the effects of arousal himself, Ryan palmed his dick as he leaned down and licked Brendon’s butt cheek. Enjoying the plump flesh, he bit down on it, making a mark.

Smiling at the disgruntled noise Brendon made beneath him, he nosed his way between Brendon’s cheeks and licked a long strip. Brendon’s body tensed, but didn’t move away. Ryan started to get into it, letting out little moans of pleasure as he used his tongue on Brendon and stroked himself in time. Coming to the end of his tether, he pulled back and spit on Brendon’s hole then spit into his own hand and slicked himself up as well as he could.

Brendon panted beneath him. The boy was slick with sweat and quivering with need. Brendon still kept his eyes on the sheet below him and hadn’t said anything since this whole thing began. Ryan wanted to make him beg for it, but also didn’t want to press his luck. He could make this something Brendon wouldn’t be able to forget for days each time he tried to sit.

Ryan moved forward and thrust into Brendon without prepping Brendon. Brendon let out a half scream as he collapsed down onto his elbows. Ryan showed no mercy as he didn’t stop. He went in balls deep and kept moving. He kept the pressure up and flexed his hips hard.

Brendon gasped underneath him, hardly able to catch his breath from the burn. He tried to relax into it, but the sting was constant and brought tears to his eyes. Maybe if Ryan would stop fucking him so hard for one second, he could get used to it.

Ryan grabbed onto Brendon’s hips and angled in deeper. The sound of skin slapping filled the room and Ryan’s cock drove into Brendon. Ryan could feel the sweat start to bead on his body as he kept up his pace. Spreading his own knees wider, he switched up the angle again and forced a scream out of Brendon’s lips. Ryan’s hips slowed at the sound, but started back up as Brendon pushed his ass back against Ryan, trying to fuck himself on Ryan’s dick.

Ryan grinned. He could use this, he thought, for the rest of the story. Thoughts for the story left his mind, however, as a heat started pooling in his abdomen. His hips stuttered a bit as he tried to keep his pace, as he tried to go harder into Brendon’s tight heat. He felt like he was going to explode any second now.

Reaching around, Ryan started stroking Brendon’s dick. He knew he was close, he was so close. His hand moved furiously as he tried to bring Brendon off before spurting his own load.

Not able to hold back, Ryan grunted and thrust in hard, the entire bed rocking as he reached his orgasm. Brendon moved restless beneath him as his hips flexed in and out a few short times. Ryan leaned forward heavily onto Brendon’s back, breathing hard. He could still feel Brendon leaking into his hand. Groaning, he raised himself back up and continued to stroke Brendon. His cock was still deep in Brendon’s ass and quickly starting to soften. Ryan balanced and used his other hand to slip one more finger alongside his cock and into Brendon’s ass. The boy beneath him jerked hard, whether trying to get more or trying to get away, Ryan didn’t know. But Brendon came hard into his hand and against the sheets just moments later.

Ryan pulled out and lay back against the bed with an exhale. Brendon just sort of collapsed into the wetness of his own cum. Ryan wrinkled his nose in distaste at it. It wasn’t to be helped, though.

Brendon started shifting on the bed, his usual energy returning post coital. He wasn’t looking at Ryan when he blurted out, “you’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

“Of course,” Ryan replied, too exhausted to argue.

The next day Pete opens his phone to find a file attachment sent from Ryan. It is simply titled “I’m not always the bitch.”

PP2 (sequel to Penis Pump)

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 02:59:35 GMT

Title:PP2 (sequel to Penis Pump)
Author: luckylaw
Rating:NC17
Pairing:Spencer/Brendon/Ryan-ish
POV:third/Spencer’s
Summary: As he went to knock, he heard Brendon moan out his name. That wasn’t something he was expecting.
Disclaimer:The characters and events in this story are solely the work of my imagination. This did not happen and is not meant with actual malice toward any member of any band.
Author Notes:basically PWP. Please comment if you like it, because this was so incredibly awkward to write.

Penis Pump

Spencer struggled with himself outside in the hallway. He paced the floor in front of Brendon’s door for awhile before deciding to get over himself and just do it already. As he went to knock, he heard Brendon moan out his name. Well, fuck. That wasn’t something he was expecting.

He put his ear to the door, but all he could make out were the faint sounds of the television. He didn’t know what to do now. He bit his lip as he tried to work it out. The door opened between Brendon’s and his own and Spencer hurriedly stepped away from his creepy stance beside the door. Ryan’s head peeked out and looked side to side before catching sight of Spencer and leaving his room.

“Hey, what-cha doing?” he said as he leaned against the door jam.

“Nothing,” Spence lied. He wasn’t very good at lying in general. He sucked even worse when he tried with Ryan.

“Oh?” Ryan reached over and knocked on Brendon’s door with a smirk.

“Ryan, don’t!”

“Too late,” he laughed and tried to slip back into his room. Spencer grabbed his wrist, though, and wouldn’t let go. He could hear shuffling sounds on the other side of the door. He held onto Ryan for dear life.

Brendon opened the door and peered out at them. “Hey guys.”

“Hey,” Spencer choked out. Brendon had pulled on some pants and stood in the doorway topless. “Um, if you’re not busy,” Spencer could feel himself blushing, “we were going to, uh…”

“Hang out,” Ryan chimed in, for once in his life making the situation a little less embarrassing. “Spencer’s been really lonely lately.” Scratch that; Ryan’s an ass.

“Yeah, sure. Come in,” Brendon moved away from the door and motioned them in. Spencer could smell the scent of jizz in the room. Ryan came dragging in behind Spencer with his nose scrunched up.

“Wait!” he said, twisting away. “I have to go get something from my room.” Spencer glared at him, but Ryan slid out the door anyway.

Brendon sat on the bed and looked expectantly at Spence. This was awkward. Spencer rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets. When had it gotten so uncomfortable for him to be around Brendon? He didn’t know, but it was probably about the time Spencer started noticing how plump Brendon’s lips were and how nicely Brendon filled out the back of his jeans.

A knock sounded on the door and Spencer jumped to answer it, letting out a relieved breath when Ryan walked back in.

“Let’s have some fun,” he said, shaking his newly acquired bottle of Johnny Walker.

“Where’s Jon?” Brendon asked.

“Already went by his room,” Ryan replied. “He’s having phone sex with Cassie. Do Not Disturb,” he enunciated.

Ryan unscrewed the cap and went in search of glasses. All that was around were the crappy plastic cups the hotel puts out. Nonetheless, he splashed some alcohol in three and raised his for a toast. “To friends,” he said before tossing it back. Brendon and Spencer followed the motion.

Settling on the bed, the three looked at each other. “We need a drinking game,” Ryan suggested. “I never? Spencer, why don’t you start.” Ryan just grinned when Spencer sent a glare his way.

“I’ve never… had sex in a public place,” Spencer rushed out. Both Brendon and Ryan drank.

“I’ve never had naked pictures of my girlfriend and I in bed put on the web,” Ryan smirked. Spencer drank.

“I’ve never… I’m so bad at this!”

“C’mon!”

“I’ve never, um, went down on a girl,” Brendon blushed as Spencer and Ryan laughed, then drank. With nothing mixed in with the booze, Spencer was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol in a slow flush of his face.

“I’ve never… dated anyone who’s had nudes on the web,” Spencer came up with. Ryan and Brendon grumbled, but drank.

“I’ve never had a crush on a guy,” Ryan said softly. Spencer swallowed hard and raised his glass to his lips. He caught Brendon’s eye as he did the same.

“I’ve never had sex with a guy,” Brendon admitted, still looking at Spencer. None of them drank.

“I’ve never,” Spence racked his brain, trying to find a way to ease the tension, “bought a penis pump.” Brendon started sputtering, but clenched his jaw and went to drink.

“What!?” Ryan fell over from laughing so hard.

“Whatever. Your turn, loser.”

“I’ve never,” Ryan smirked, “masturbated to the thought of one of my band mates.”

Shit. Spencer might just kill his best friend. He took a drink anyway and watched as Brendon did as well. Ryan tried to hide it as he took a sip too.

“I’ve never,” the alcohol was loosening Brendon’s inhibitions, “had a three way kiss.”

“You haven’t?” Ryan asked, eyes wide. “That’s—That’s just, dude! Spencer, come over here.” Ryan grabbed Spencer and Brendon a little roughly by the necks and drug them forward. “We’re rock stars,” he explained seriously. Then he leaned in and touched their lips together. Spencer felt the slide of Ryan and Brendon’s lips against his own. In his alcohol fuzzed brain, he felt somewhat detached from it. That is, until he felt Brendon’s hand touch his thigh. Then everything focused in burning clarity on everywhere he was touching Brendon and everywhere Brendon was touching him.

Brendon’s head turned and suddenly their lips were flush together. Spencer licked at the seam before Brendon opened his mouth and he slipped his tongue in. Brendon’s hand tightened on his thigh and moved higher.

Ryan smiled proudly at himself at the sight before him. He felt years older than them at the moment. He could see what they both so desperately wanted but were too shy to ask for. Enjoying his role, he moved the glasses away from the bed and took a seat in the armchair across the room without either of them noticing. There wasn’t any reason he couldn’t watch.

At the moment, Spencer was making little moans in the back of his throat as Brendon slipped closer into his lap. One of Brendon’s hands had made it as far as Spencer’s hip. The other tangled in Spencer’s hair. Spencer couldn’t seem to make up his mind on where to put his hands. They shifted up Brendon’s sides and onto Brendon’s back, slipping lower and lower. He really just wanted to clutch Brendon’s ass but was afraid that might be going too far.

Then Brendon’s hand found its way to the front of Spencer’s jeans and Spencer no longer cared; he reached both hands down and cupped Brendon’s ass, bringing the boy fully into his lap and tipping them over so that Brendon lay fully on top of him.

Laughing into his mouth, Brendon pulled back and straddled him. Then slowly he reached down to the hem of Spence’s shirt, caught it, and moved it up over his head. Now that Spencer was topless as well, he allowed his hands to wonder over the exposed skin in front of him. With just the tips of his fingers, he trailed his hands over Spencer’s shoulders, flicked his nipples, then moved downward to tease his navel. Spencer couldn’t help the quick lift of his hips when Brendon’s fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants. Breathing shallow, Spencer waited tensely as Brendon played over his belt. Then, with a snap, Brendon had it off and was already working the button of his jeans. Spencer shifted up onto his elbows and kissed Brendon again. He couldn’t get over the feeling of those soft lips against his own.

Ryan undid his jeans and slipped his hand in, cupping his own penis. This was way better than he had been expecting, definitely better than whacking off to hotel porn. Brendon was squirming in Spencer’s lap as he removed the last of both their clothing. Now naked, they both lay pressed against each other.

Spencer felt like he could hardly breathe. Brendon’s body was soft like a girl’s except for the one obvious exception pressing against his hip. His own erection was throbbing, pressed between their naked bodies. Brendon squirmed above him and Spencer smacked his ass sharply. His smiled like a Cheshire cat at just the fact that he got to do that.

Brendon had a glint in his eye. Spencer didn’t know quite what to expect when Brendon slithered down his body and knelt between Spencer’s legs. Those pouty lips were put to work as Brendon’s hand wrapped around Spencer’s penis and his tongue licked at the tip. Spencer’s head fell back hard onto the mattress but not for long, as he wanted to watch as Brendon’s mouth closed over him.

Ryan shifted in his chair. He was uncomfortably hard and there was nothing for it but to peel his jeans and underwear down. He watched as Brendon’s head bobbed in Spencer’s lap. He could see Brendon’s erection standing defiant of his body. If only he’d thought to bring a video camera…

Brendon pulled off of Spencer’s cock with a smack off his lips, but kept up the stroking motion of his hand. He bit his lip, as if debating something, before quitting his task and opening the dresser drawer. He pulled out his tube of lube and handed it to Spencer, then moved to lie down on his back on the bed. Spencer held the lube in his hands, his heart stopping for an instant before it started again beating twice as hard.

He unscrewed the cap and moved between Brendon’s thighs. He could do this. He lathered two fingers in lube and moved them down between Brendon’s thighs. Brendon was already stroking his own hard dick. Spence ran his fingers along the crack before carefully pressing one in. Brendon took it easily, so he pressed the second in right away. Brendon sucked in a breath, but didn’t tell him to stop. Spencer pulled his fingers most of the way out before sinking them in even deeper. Brendon’s hips nudged forward. Soon, Spencer’s fingers were thrusting in and out of Brendon’s ass.

Brendon grabbed Spencer behind the neck and pulled him down to within an inch of his lips. “Fuck me, hard,” he said, their eyes meeting. Spencer removed his fingers and grabbed the tube to lube his dick. He was so hard he hurt. Taking his cock in his hand, he nudged Brendon’s legs further apart before settling between them. He pressed the head of his penis to Brendon’s hole and stayed like that for just a second, then he grabbed hard onto Brendon’s thigh and thrust in hard.

“Holy fucking shit!” Brendon yelled at the stinging pain of having something entirely too large shoved up his ass. Tears prickled his eyes as he gasped through it. Spencer thought he heard Brendon mutter something about elephant dicks, but declined to comment. He stayed still within Brendon, allowing him to adjust. “More,” he finally said.

Spence shifted his weight onto his knees and started pumping his hips into Brendon. Spencer could feel Brendon intentionally squeezing him within. Every time a groan would slip past his lips. He felt as if he had been on the verge of coming since the beginning of time.

He hooked both of Brendon’s knees and brought his legs up to his chest, changing the angle. Now with every thrust of his cock in Brendon’s ass, Brendon would moan and thrash his head against the pillow.

Ryan was so far gone now. He was on sensory overload and he hadn’t even been touched by the other two. His hand tightened while he jacked off. He could feel the heat pool in his stomach and he knew he would come soon. He wadded up his shirt and brought it to his mouth, biting on it so he wouldn’t make a noise. Cum shot out of his cock and onto his hand, stomach, and a bit of the chair as he slumped and worked himself through it.

Spencer was fucking Brendon so hard now he was seeing stars. Brendon kept chanting “fuck” in this breathless voice that Spencer couldn’t get enough of. Brendon tugged on his own dick resting between their bodies as Spencer pounded into him.

“I’m—I’m gonna come,” Spencer got out between pants. Brendon’s hand worked faster between them. Spencer groaned as he felt Brendon tighten again and he shot his load with his head thrown back and his mouth open. A long loud groan escaped from between his lips. He collapsed on top of Brendon, slowing the movement of Brendon’s hand. “Just a sec,” he said, his eyes slipping closed.

After a moment, he pulled out and shifted back onto his knees, looking at Brendon naked before him with half closed lids. Brendon’s hand resumed its pace as he stroked himself off. Spencer batted it away and ducked his head, taking him into his mouth. Brendon groaned and his hands fell to clutch the cover on the bed. Spencer licked hard on the vein running on the underside of his penis, then circled the head and took him back into his mouth. He bobbed on and off Brendon’s cock, taking him deeper each time. Getting a hand between Brendon’s legs, he tickled the spot right behind his balls before pressing in a little harder. Brendon let out a half scream and jacked his hips upward before coming in Spencer’s mouth. Spencer groaned and pulled off. He shuffled up next to Brendon on the bed and lay down.

It was awkward for a second. He didn’t know whether he should leave or whether he should stay. He wished Brendon would force him to cuddle. He lay staring at the ceiling and wondering what he should do or what he should say. Did he need to compliment Brendon like he would a girl? How the hell did he get in this situation anyway, he wondered as his alcohol induced buzz started wearing off. Then Brendon tucked his head in the space between his shoulder and his neck and Spencer drifted off to sleep…

with a smile on his face.

An Eye for an Eye

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 02:55:31 GMT

Title: An Eye for an Eye
Author: luckylaw
Rating: PG
Author Notes:This is not slash. This is a short story written for a contest. I hope you enjoy.

It was waiting for him when he got home from work. There, on the welcome mat, was a brown package about the size of a shoe box. The only mark on the brown paper was the word “open” in scratchy lettering. Joe picked it up and looked out around the neighborhood, as if whoever had left the package were still around in the crisp chill of the autumn evening.

It seemed ominous, this strange pirate of a package. Going inside, Joe ripped through the package paper and opened the box. Inside lie an eye patch and a note on parchment. The note simply read: An eye for an eye.

A frustrated scream rent the air in the early twilight. “They’re coming for me.” The whispered words were in sharp contrast to the previous explosion of sound. Joe’s head popped up as thunder boomed overhead.

Shoving the box aside, Joe strode to the front door and locked it. He went through the house and pulled every drape and window blind. Darkness crept over the house as the storm outside grew stronger.

Wind whipped at the house and covered all manner of lesser sounds as Joe peeked from the curtains and looked into the street. Children’s bikes lay deserted in the yard as everyone had taken shelter in their own little havens. Warm yellow light spilled from the neighbor’s windows, but didn’t penetrate the darkness outside. The street lamps cast little splotches of color; otherwise the darkness was all consuming.

Breathing heavily, Joe stepped away from the window and sat in his leather armchair. He sat in the darkness with his eyes shifting about at every sound. The tick of the clock became the loudest noise in the house, drowning out even the raging storm outside.

Joe clutched a baseball bat to his chest. The slat of wood would be ineffective against the horror awaiting him, yet it comforted him.

BANG!

Joe jumped from his chair, the bat falling to the floor. The breath caught in his throat.

BANG!

He moved forward and knelt by the window.

BANG!

A tree branch snapped as it swung toward the window again. Joe exhaled his breath loudly as he discovered the source of the noise. Stumbling backward, he resumed his vigil in the dark.

He had recognized the handwriting on the note, of course. He knew what was awaiting him. It was the reason for the chill of dread that threatened to consume his body. His younger sister’s scratchy letters he would know anywhere. In his mind, he could picture the narrowing of her eyes and the hateful glare she had given him on their last meeting.

If looks could kill, he would have keeled over that day. Joe could admit he had done something truly terrible to her. He knew this, yet somehow, he wasn’t ready for the revenge she was exacting.

Thirty-five really was too old to be wrapped up in sibling squabbles. If his mother was here, she’d tell him that his sister loved him, and for goodness sake, why didn’t he call more often. If his mother were here…

His mother was a matronly barracuda. She used guilt like a knife to cut down anyone or anything in her path. He had once seen her actually make a nun cry. She still terrifies her son.

His mother was evenly matched with his father. His father was the type of man who used gruffness and rejection as tough love. He would rather see his son throw a fist than shed a tear. The man was six foot two of lean muscle, grey hair, and imposing stature.

The sounds of car doors slamming could barely be heard through the wind and the rain. Joe eyes squeezed shut in denial, his whole face scrunching in. It was coming.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Joe’s body shivered at each knock on the front door. He tried to stay as still and quiet as possible.

“Yoo-hoo!” sounded from outside. Joe’s stomach twisted in knots. He was not home. He was not home.

“Boy! Open the door. We know you’re in there. Your car is in the drive and your sister said you would be in.” Damn, he’d forgotten about that. He stood reluctantly and moved to the door as if walking the plank. He quickly plastered a fake smile on his face before unlocking it and swinging it open with the anticipation of pain.

His parents were home for a visit.

Don't You Get It (third in Esteban trilogy)

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:19:15 GMT

Title: Don’t You Get It (third in Esteban trilogy)
Author: luckylaw and upuntilmidnight
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Panic GSF
POV: Jon’s
Summary: Jon feels left out.
Disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance blah blah blah, we don’t want to get sued.

Sequel to The Conductor is Beckoning
and
Sing It Like You Mean It

Jon was in absolute shock for 27 minutes and 3 and a half seconds after he had walked in on Brendon and Ryan naked on the couch. All thought had been wiped from his brain and he went to his bunk in a stupor. After the 27 minutes and 3 and a half seconds, all sorts of possibilities and thoughts bombarded him. Suddenly, he had visions of bending Ryan over the couch. He thought about smacking Brendon’s fat ass and watching the skin bounce back. He found himself drooling a bit when he imagined Spence moaning below him. It took only two minutes for him to become uncomfortably hard.

Reaching down, he started rubbing his hand over his crotch. Jon was a pretty open guy. He wouldn’t say he was gay, or even bi, but he also wouldn’t kick any of his band mates out of bed either. Jon bit down on his lip a little as he stopped rubbing himself long enough to unbutton his pants and shift them down to his knees before wrapping his hand around his cock. He stroked himself slowly as he tried to plan something; he didn’t know what.

He heard the other guys come in and shift around as they got ready for sound check. He kept teasing himself from behind his bunk curtain. Every once in a while he’d shift his hips up and fuck into his fist. It wasn’t very often that he would do this in the bunks, but sex had just been had on the couch and he no longer cared if anyone could hear him jack off.

He ran his thumb over his tip on the upstroke and bit back a moan. He tried to focus on what he was doing, on the pleasure and squeezing just right, but his thoughts kept turning to what Brendon looked like naked and unashamed. Shifting on the sheets in his bunk, he closed his eyes and reached his other hand down to cup his balls. It was good; it always felt good, but it would be better if he could feel the rough scratch of a beard against his thighs as a mouth closed over his cock and deep throated him. He couldn’t contain his groan at the thought.

He heard Spencer call out his name and some alarm went off in his brain, but he just couldn’t stop the movement of his hand. He was too close. If anything, the sound of Spencer’s voice turned him on more.

“Jon, come on! We have sound check soon,” Spencer shouted.

Jon stayed quiet, trying to contain the moans that wanted to escape from his lips. His hips snapped up as he neared his orgasm.

“Jon, are you in here!?” Spencer said at a much louder volume this time.

Jon moved his hand faster thinking about Spencer pulling back the curtain and seeing him. Maybe reaching out a helping hand? Hell, he didn’t care if it was dirty anymore; he craved the thought now. His breath came out in hot, quick pants.

Jon froze when the curtain was slid open. Spencer gasped. The sound was like a catalyst and Jon came in spurts over his hand giving a loud groan.

“Sorry,” said Spencer, wide eyed and trying to hold back his laughter.

Jon felt his face flush hot. The thought of Spencer walking in on him and it actually happening seemed extremely embarrassing right about now.

Spencer closed the curtain, thankfully. Jon tried to contain his blush as he cleaned the spunk off himself. He changed quickly and met the guys in the front lounge. The air still smelled of sex in there.

When he walked into the front of the bus the guys were all there. A sudden hush fell over the group as if they had just been talking about him. Jon sent up a silent thank you that Brendon and Ryan were now clothed. “What’s up, guys?” asked Jon.

“Up?” Ryan asked and raised an eyebrow while he looked down at Jon’s crotch. “Nothing now.” Brendon started giggling beside him.

“So, Jon, tell us,” Spencer started, “do I make you horny?” Jon laughed and punched him in the shoulder. They headed into the venue and Spencer kept up the masturbation jokes all through sound check.

“Jon! Hey, Jon!” Spencer called out from his seat behind the drums. Jon turned and quirked a brow in question. “How do you play bass one-handed?” Spencer joked.

Ryan called out into the mic check, “the J in JWalk stands for Jack Off!”

“Hey everybody,” Spencer voiced into his, “Jon Walker has officially changed his name to Jon Wanker. Feel free to congratulate him.”

“But I wouldn’t shake his right hand if I were you,” Brendon said. Jon sent a double handed fuck you to all of them.

Jon tried not to let the teasing get to him, but he got more and more embarrassed as the guys continued. On the way back to the dressing room, Brendon caught up with him, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Brendon said, then smirked, “Wanker.” Jon pushed him away, but Brendon clung on. “Let me tell you a story about Spencer, Ryan, and a nasty old venue couch…”

Ten minutes later, Jon was trying to absorb the story Brendon had just told him. So, it was Spencer and Ryan and then Ryan and Brendon. He noticed one name that went unmentioned in the entire story and he couldn’t help but feel a little hurt. Jon stayed quiet and separated from the rest of the guys before the show. After they performed, he headed straight to the waiting van with his suitcase; this was one of the off nights that they’d be getting to stay in a hotel.

Once comfortably ensconced in his room for the night he ignored all the calls and texts he kept receiving from Ryan. If they could leave him out, he could certainly do the same to them. He stripped and took a long shower instead, letting the steam from the water fill the entire bathroom before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist. It wasn’t until then that he heard the slow steady tapping on his door. Opening it, he found Brendon on the other side.

Jon gave Brendon a stony look before letting go of the door and turning inside of the room. Brendon followed.

“So…” Brendon began. The water droplets that ran down Jon’s body were distracting him. “Not to treat you like a chick or anything, but what’s the matter?” Brendon sat down on the bed with a bounce, directing all of his attention to a half naked Jon.

Jon reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Spencer and Ryan fucked,” he said.

“Yeah.”

Jon moved his hands uncomfortably before him. “You and Ryan fucked,” he said.

“That’s right,” Brendon confirmed.

“What the fuck, Brendon,” Jon complained. “What am I: chopped liver?”

Brendon let out a laugh. “No! No, you’re not!” He got up off the bed and approached Jon where he stood. Pulling him into a hug, he whispered in Jon’s ear, “We weren’t leaving you out.” Jon ducked his head down, but Brendon pulled it back up with a hand on his chin. “We wouldn’t,” he explained, right before pressing his lips to Jon’s.

Jon kissed him back with more passion; this wasn’t normal not by a long shot. Lusting after his band mates wasn’t normal. Brendon’s hand reached for the towel clinging to Jon’s waist.

“You know we’re not going to let Brendon have all the fun,” the smooth, sultry voice of Spencer whispered behind him. Jon didn’t even know how he’d gotten into the room. “I think we should make this a group effort.”

“Couldn’t agree more, Spence,” whispered Ryan before pressing his lips to Jon’s softly. “Jon deserves a show tonight.”

“Guys, I was here first,” Brendon whined as he pulled Jon closer and kissed up and down his neck before stopping to lick droplets of water from his collarbone.

“Sorry, Bren,” said Spencer, “But we’re cutting in.”

“You don’t get all the glory tonight, Brendon,” added Ryan, grabbing Jon’s arm and pulling him in between Spencer and himself.

Ryan pressed his lips to Jon’s as Spencer wrapped his hands around Jon’s hips from behind pressing light kisses to the back of his neck.

“So much fun; too bad we only have one night, boys,” whispered Brendon, walking towards them and getting on his knees. His hand slid up under the towel and groped Jon’s already hardening cock.

“Ughhhh fuck,” moaned Jon, breaking the heated kiss with Ryan as Brendon occupied himself between Jon’s legs.

“Oh, we’ll be fucking later, sugar,” said Spencer as he ran his fingers down Jon’s spine in a slow delicious sort of torture. Ryan and Spence leaned in at the same time to pull Jon into a three way kiss.

Brendon started stroking him slowly, his eyes looking up at the amazing scene above him. Ryan and Spencer truly understood the power of team work. Brendon pulled the towel off of Jon; it was an obstacle in the way of his plans.

Brendon pulled his hand away to lick across the palm before wrapping it once again around Jon’s member. Leaning his head down, he let his curious tongue lick the tip of Jon’s cock. “Your dick is so huge, Jon,” Brendon mouthed against it hotly.

“Ohh, Brendon,” moaned Jon.

“I am so much better at that,” said Spencer with a girlish giggle that was completely un-Spencer-like as his hand groped Jon’s perfect ass.

“Yeah? Get down here and prove it then, bitch,” huffed Brendon, pulling his luscious lips away from Jon’s throbbing erection.

“Maybe I will,” said Spencer with an evil grin before dropping to his knees next to Brendon.

Jon had no choice; he had to watch this. Spencer wrapped his hand around Brendon’s as they both stroked Jon together and then Spencer licked his way from base to tip of Jon’s cock like a skilled pro. Jon moaned as he felt Brendon groping his balls as both of them worked this blow job out like a fine art.

Jon saw Ryan pulling a small bottle out of his vest pocket and then he was pouring the silky liquid into his hands. The strong scent of strawberries filled the room. Ryan locked eyes with Jon and grinned. He walked behind Jon, kissing his neck and the back of his shoulders before gently rubbing one of his lubed fingers against Jon’s entrance.

“Overwhelmed yet?” whispered Ryan, licking the shell of his ear as he slowly worked a finger into Jon, who was a newbie to this type of activity and jumped a little bit at the sudden intrusion in his body.

“Relax, babe,” said Brendon, who was watching the show while Spencer took Jon down his throat.

Jon moaned at the waves of pleasure surging through his body. It was too many sensations at once and yet he craved more. Ryan shoved his finger in deeper trying to find Jon’s hot spot. His goal was to out-do Spencer and Brendon at seduction.

Jon let out a half moan half scream as Ryan’s long skilled finger found his prostate. It was like the boy had a homing device for that little fucker. He slowly brushed up against it, making Jon thrust forward and choke Spencer. Ryan laughed as Spencer pulled back, gagging and watering eyes.

“That was cute, Ryan,” Spencer said while giving Ryan a death glare.

Spencer didn’t learn his lesson though and went right on back, taking Jon deep into his throat. As he did, Ryan added a second finger, pressing up against Jon’s prostate even harder.

“Ohhh fuck,” Jon moaned, arching his hips again and choking Spencer even more now.

“Spencer, I think he’s had enough foreplay. Let’s get down to sex now,” whispered Brendon, pulling Spencer off of Jon. He slid his tongue into Spencer’s hot, sexy mouth, tasting the salty pre cum that was now flavoring Spencer’s lips.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want him to come too soon,” said Ryan, sliding his fingers out of Jon’s body. He smiled with joy at the slight whimper from Jon as the pleasure train stopped.

“I want to fuck him,” said Spencer, “I deserve the honor.”

“No, I get to fuck him first!” argued Ryan.

“Fuck you both, it’s going to be me!” howled Brendon.

Jon couldn’t believe the sight before him. His band mates were arguing over who got first dibs on him.

“Okay. Okay, we draw straws,” said Spencer, “longest straw nails Jon.”

“Fuck that shit, rock paper scissors,” Brendon said. “We don’t have straws anyway, lame—o.”

“No, no. We should have Jon think a number and we guess it,” suggested Ryan.

“Yeah, third option sounds good to me,” Jon agreed with a dazed look in his eyes.

“Two,” guessed Brendon

“No, no. Two is such an obvious choice; it’s definitely three.”

“It’s five,” said Ryan.

“Seven,” said Jon with an impatient moan. “Ryan wins.”

The other two pissed and moaned at the fact Ryan got the honors of nailing Jon Walker.

Ryan pushed Jon onto the bed. “Since I’m such a nice guy, you two get to help me.”

Brendon and Spencer were ecstatic at the offer. Spencer tied Jon’s hands down to the head of the bed with silk scarves, double knotting them so Jon couldn’t pussy out of this one.

Ryan slipped his clothes off except for his blue thong, a color that Jon thought really brought out the softness of his skin. Spencer and Brendon slipped off all of their clothes, revealing thongs in sparkly pink and purple.

“Tonight is a special occasion. Jon’s a virgin,” stated Brendon with a huge grin. “This is our chance to really define things for him in the world of fabulous boy sex. I do believe we should delay things—make the moment last forever with a super hot dance,” whispered Brendon, sliding his fingers under the waistband of Ryan’s thong before gently snapping it.

“Yes,” agreed Spencer, biting Ryan’s shoulder.

Someone turned on “Boys” by Ashlee Simpson and the sight before Jon was anything but normal. Brendon pushed Ryan into a huge arm chair and climbed into his lap, one of his hands pushing Ryan’s neck down as he thrust his crotch into Ryan’s face.

Spencer grabbed a bottle of water off the counter, pouring it down his body and sliding his hand down his slick stomach and to his crotch. Brendon climbed off Ryan, reaching out to Spencer and licking down his chest before stopping at his belly button. Spencer grabbed Brendon by the hair, pulling him up for a messy wet kiss. They groaned into each other’s mouths, totally grinding up against each other.

“You are the grand finale, Jon. You should be impressed and feel special because, let’s face it, you’re damn lucky to witness this shit,” Ryan said, letting out a soft moan as Brendon ran his hand down to the inside of his thong and groped his hard dick.

Ryan climbed up on the bed, his body hovering over Jon’s as their eyes locked together. “How bad do you want me?” asked Ryan, kissing Jon’s neck.

“I think it’s obvious,” said Jon, referring to his hard cock rubbing against Ryan’s. The silky fabric of the thong was a huge turn on.

“Mmmm, so obvious,” Ryan moaned, sliding the thong off and rubbing their cocks together.

Spencer and Brendon were sitting in the chair making out. Spencer was grinding in Brendon’s lap and making him whimper at the friction.

Ryan leaned back, grabbing a condom and the lube. He slid the condom over his throbbing cock and added lube to his hand, stroking himself and moaning softly as he teased Jon. “Ohhhh, Jon,” panted Ryan.

Jon knew from the moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin that Brendon and Spencer were fucking in the armchair.

Ryan guided his cock to Jon’s entrance in concentration before looking up into his eyes. He started to slowly push in. Jon’s breath caught in anticipation. It was so intense; his whole body felt on edge.

*RING*

Jon whimpered in frustration.

*RING*

Daylight flooded through the window and Jon refused to open his eyes to its glare.

*RING*

Rolling over, Jon picked up his phone. “What,” he greeted in irritation. He could still remember the dream he’d been having and even though the caller had not interrupted real sex, he’d still interrupted when Jon had been so damn close.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Spencer smiled on the other side of the line. Jon closed his eyes and leaned back against his pillow as Spencer talked, only half listening. Brendon had left his room last night after that amazing kiss. Jon knew he shouldn’t want what he wanted, but that didn’t stop him from reaching down and casually stroking his morning wood as Spencer’s voice rumbled over the phone. “Wanna come?”

“Wha—What?” Jon stuttered.

“Do you want to come to breakfast with the rest of us,” Spencer asked, somewhat impatiently over the phone. One of Spencer’s pet peeves was when people weren’t paying attention to him. Even over the phone his bitchface was terrifying. “We’re meeting in my room: room 406. Hurry the fuck up; I’m hungry.”

Jon groaned and hung up his phone. He went through his morning rituals before making sure his suitcase was packed and ready by the door. Their cheap ass tour manager had decided that they’d stay on the bus tonight as the traveled to tomorrow’s venue. Bus call was at six in the evening, but Jon wanted to make sure he was ready. He never kept them waiting for him, maybe out of some fear that they’d leave him behind like he wasn’t really in the band.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Jon walked down the hall to Spence’s room and knocked on the door. He could hear the shuffle of feet on the other side before it was pulled open. Brendon stood smirking as he leaned against the door frame.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” Brendon said. Jon felt his mouth go dry as visions from last night flooded back. Brendon’s mouth, Brendon’s lips, had been so incredibly soft. It didn’t take any stretch of the imagination to think of them wrapped around his cock and sucking hungrily.

Jon shook off his pervy thoughts and gave Brendon a grunt that could have meant “Good Morning” or “get the fuck out of the doorway.” Jon stepped forward and Brendon stood solid before slowly backing away and letting Jon into the room. Spencer was seated on the edge of the bed while Ryan paced the floor. The air in the room held an odd tension that Jon had not been expecting.

“We asked you here for a reason,” Ryan started.

“Breakfast?”

“No,” Ryan shook his head in agitation as if the answer Jon gave was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “Sit down.” Jon sat next to Spencer on the bed and watched as Ryan continued to pace. Brendon leaned against the wall a few feet away and kept his eyes on Jon.

“We have a problem,” Ryan said and Jon gulped. Maybe this was about his kiss with Brendon. Maybe he’d gone too far. Holy fuck! We’re they kicking him out of the band?! It was just a kiss! Jon’s eyes started to tear involuntarily.

“By now you know that Spencer… that I… that Brendon…um,” Ryan seemed to be stumbling on his words. His cheeks held a bright pink blush. “It wasn’t anything that was planned; it just happened. I’m not gay. Spencer’s not gay. And Brendon’s, well, you know,” Ryan shrugged.

“Hey!” Brendon complained from across the room. Ryan and the others ignored him.

“So you see, it’s not something we left you out of,” Ryan continued. Jon felt the pain in his chest ease as he realized they weren’t angry with him. “And we certainly didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t part of something that we were a, um, part of.” Ryan sighed and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “You’re not gay either, remember.”

“I’m not,” Jon agreed, nodding.

“And neither are we,” Spencer said. “But Brendon told us what happened last night between the two of you and there’s obviously a problem we need to work out.” The lump reformed in Jon’s throat at this.

Ryan moved forward and put a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly, “don’t look like that. Don’t be sad.” Ryan could be incredibly sensitive on rare occasions and this, apparently, was one of them. He stroked Jon’s shoulder and leaned down. “It’s okay. We’ll fix it,” he said just before he moved in the last few inches and touched his lips softly to Jon’s.

Ryan just pressed his lips in, not moving them or being forceful, just the soft touch of one set of lips against another. After a few seconds he backed away and gave Jon a concerned glance.

“Just… give us one second,” Ryan said as he motioned Brendon and Spencer to the corner of the room where they convened in a huddle. Their hushed voices blended together as Jon sat transfixed in his place on the bed.

Finally, the three of them turned their attention to Jon and went to stand before him. Jon’s breath was shallow and he was sure his heart was in his eyes. These three guys meant everything to him.

“Okay,” Ryan said and gave him an expectant look.

“Okay what?” Jon asked in confusion. Ryan came forward and tried to straddle Jon’s lap. “Wait,” Jon said, understanding sinking in, “I don’t want a pity fuck.”

“This isn’t a pity fuck,” Spencer bit out. He and Brendon had sat on the bed on each side of Jon. Ryan tried once again to straddle Jon and this time he let him.

“Then what is it,” Jon asked as Ryan moved his body forward and wrapped his arms around Jon.

“I love you, Jon,” Brendon sighed as he started to nuzzle Jon’s neck. “We all do. And yeah, it’s in that platonic brotherly kind of way—“

“I wouldn’t fuck my brother,” Spencer interrupted.

“Okay, so not brotherly, but we want this. I can’t believe we have to convince you to have sex with us.”

Ryan was grinding in his lap now. “No! No, you don’t have to convince me,” Jon said. He turned his head and caught Spencer’s lips with his own. Wholeheartedly down with this plan, Jon grabbed Ryan’s hips in his hands and guided his movements against him. The worry seeped out of his body and he gave a groan of relief.

Brendon, the genius that he is, pulled at the bottom of Jon’s shirt and lifted. “Less clothes, more skin,” he mumbled like a chant. Ryan pulled away and helped Jon rid himself of his white v-neck before removing his own shirt. Brendon stood from the bed and Jon could swear he’d never seen anyone get naked so fast. Toeing off his socks last, Brendon moved to the other side of the bed to help Spencer with his. They tussled a little in a power struggle, but Brendon eventually got Spencer naked. Spencer’s eyes narrowed as Brendon just threw his shoes over a shoulder after removing them.

“Damn it, Brendon,” Spencer cursed. He tossed the smaller boy onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Be careful with the shoes!” He didn’t stay mad too long as he began to run his hands up and down, exploring Brendon’s body.

Ryan took Jon’s chin in his hand and turned it back to him before kissing him once again. Ryan’s pants were still on and this was just complete frustration to Jon. “Ry,” he groaned, trying to tell him. Jon heard a moan come from Spencer and turned to watch as Brendon sucked on the side of his neck.

“Just a sec,” Ryan whispered as he got off Jon’s lap. Jon pouted and made grabby hands. Ryan went to one of the suitcase and started riffling through it, ass in the air. Jon groaned and flopped to lie back on the bed. Brendon had flipped himself over so that Spencer was lying on his back. Brendon was kissing his way down Spencer’s body, leaving red marks as he went. Reaching over, Brendon trailed a hand down Jon’s torso before raising his head and giving him a smile. “Fucking hell, Spence, where’s your lube,” Ryan had a string of condoms in one hand as he riffled through the suitcase again in search of the errant lubricant.

“I don’t—ugh, Brendon!” Brendon had maneuvered his way down to Spencer’s crotch and was nipping at the sensitive skin at the crease of his thigh. “I don’t have lube,” Spencer finally got out breathlessly.

Brendon raised his head quickly. “Call Zack,” he suggested with a laugh. Jon chuckled beside him. Ryan gave him an annoyed glance before throwing the condoms on the bed and heading into the bathroom. Coming out, he held up a little bottle of hotel conditioner triumphantly.

“You’re a regular boy scout of gay sex,” Spencer remarked.

“Whatever,” Ryan said. He stripped his pants and climbed over and top of Jon. Ryan bit on his tongue as he worked off the cap and started slathering his fingers. “Is this okay,” he asked Jon as he reached his hand down between Jon’s legs.

“Yes,” Jon gasped nervously. Ryan’s long fingers were stroking over his entrance. He really could have used more foreplay as Ryan crept one finger in.

It wasn’t so bad really. It felt different, but nothing weird or disgusting. Ryan pumped his finger in a couple of times before adding a second one. Jon felt the stretch and started to wiggle uncomfortably.

“Relax,” Ryan commanded then moved his mouth down to suck on the tip of Jon’s cock. His penis lay heavy and purple against his abdomen. The hot swipe of Ryan’s tongue against it was unbelievable. A loud groan split the air and it took Jon a second to realize it wasn’t his own. Spencer had Brendon flipped over on his knees and was working his fingers behind him. Brendon squirmed with pleasure.

“More,” Jon moaned at the sight. Ryan started scissoring his fingers before adding a third and pushing in deep. His ass burned now, but he still bucked up toward the touch, his cock sliding further into Ryan’s mouth. “Fuck,” he grunted out.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” Ryan said as he pulled off. He reached over, tore off one of the condoms and put it on in a hurry. Ryan looked absolutely eager and just about out of control. His eyes burned bright as he smoothed the make-shift lube over his erection. From just beside them, Jon could hear the slap of skin against skin and knew that Spencer was fucking Brendon. Ryan took his cock in his hand and guided it to Jon’s entrance. He started slowly pushing forward against the tight ring of muscles.

“WAIT!” Jon said loudly. Gasping, he looked around him then closed his eyes tight. Spencer slowed the roll off his hips in Brendon’s ass as they all looked at Jon. Finally, he settled on pinching himself hard on the arm. Ryan kneeled poised over him in confusion. Jon, opening his eyes and seeing that this time it wasn’t a dream, smiled like the sun before wrapping his legs around Ryan’s waist. “Okay, fuck me.”

Wasting no time, Ryan pushed in and sunk deep with a groan. Spencer resumed thrusting in and out of Brendon. Brendon gasped hard as Spencer shifted inside of him. Leaning to the side a little, Brendon caught Jon with his mouth.

Ryan started moving slowly, keeping his thrusts measured and long. Every few times, he’d shift as he tried to find the perfect angle. Finally, he unlocked Jon’s legs from his waist and pushed them high against Jon’s chest. Jon let out a load groan as Ryan finally found the spot. Ryan thrust harder and harder against it now. The bed shook from the combined force of Ryan and Spencer’s movements. Jon was having trouble breathing with Brendon’s mouth over his own and Ryan fucking him so hard it almost hurt it felt so good.

Spencer smacked Brendon on the ass to get his attention and Jon was jealous for a second. He really needed his turn with Brendon, he thought. “I’m close,” Spence said, as his thrust became more erratic. Jon reached out and took Brendon’s cock in his hand, jacking him off as Spencer pounded him from behind. Brendon tensed before crying out and spurting over Jon’s hand and the bed cover. Spencer fucked him through it before cumming himself, throwing his head back and giving a long groan. Jon’s mouth fell open at the sight. It looked like Spencer when he was drumming, but, if possible, even hotter.

Ryan pinched him on the side a little to get his attention. “Hey, I’m the one fucking you right now,” he said, as if Jon needed reminding with his cock shifting in his ass. Spencer and Brendon collapsed on the bed. Spencer even seemed to be letting Brendon cuddle him.

Brendon reached out a hand and ran it down Jon’s chest to his cock, starting to stroke him in time with Ryan’s thrusts. Ryan closed his eyes and let his head fall forward as he slapped forward with his hips. His breaths were coming loud and heavy out of his open mouth. “Jon,” he said, “I want you to fucking cum.”

Jon felt Brendon squeeze harder as he stroked up. He could feel the slow burn of his orgasm coming, but it still surprised him when the sound of Ryan’s voice set it off. He pushed his head back against the mattress and came like his whole body was going to explode.

Slowly coming back to reality, Jon felt Ryan thrust in twice more before letting out three staccato “ahs” as he came. Ryan slumped forward on top and Jon and didn’t bother to pull out. Jon wrapped his arms around Ryan’s slender frame and kissed him on the temple. Letting out a laugh, he looked across to Spencer and Brendon as they lay curled around each other.

“Umm, what?” Ryan asked. He nuzzled his lips half-heartedly against Jon’s cheek.

“Nothing. It’s just,” Jon started blushing before he even said it, “I can see why those fangirls write about this so much now.”

Spencer grinned against Brendon’s skin. “Maybe they have the right idea after all.”

Sing It Like You Mean It (2nd in Esteban Trilogy)

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:09:49 GMT

Title: Sing It Like You Mean It (sequel to The Conductor is Beckoning)
Author: luckylaw and upuntilmidnight
Rating: NC17
Pairing: RYDEN
POV: Brendon’s
Summary: Spencer is so bad at keeping secrets. Sequel to The Conductor is Beckoning
Disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are fictional. Any resemblance blah blah blah, we don’t want to get sued.

Brendon is sitting on a couch in the front of the bus when Spencer and Ryan climb on. Ryan is still pissed, Brendon figures, judging by the way he barges back to the bunk areas. Spencer just sets himself next to Brendon on the couch and lets out a relaxed sigh.

“You look like you just had sex,” Brendon jokes. Taking a second glance, his eyes go wide. “No shit, Spencer! You banged a groupie! Where the hell was Ryan? Is that why he’s pissed? He didn’t have to watch, did he?”

Spencer just cuddles in beside him and rests his head on Brendon shoulder. Now he KNEW Spence had just had sex. He was always in a good cuddly mood after and didn’t pinch, snarl, or (in one painful instance) bite Brendon when they got close enough to touch. Brendon wasn’t saying Spence was the bitchiest bitch of them all, because c’mon, Ryan, but the guy could kill bunnies with a disdainful look. Brendon counted as bunnies in most cases.

The gears were turning in Brendon’s head, but he couldn’t quite get there. There was something he was missing. “Details, Spence,” he whined. When Spence finally opened his eyes and looked up at Brendon, he gave his very best puppy dog eyes and pout.

“You can’t tell anybody,” Spence said with his voice low. Brendon leaned forward. “Ryan and I got in a fight.” Well, yeah, Brendon could see an already formed bruise on Spencer’s jaw. He’s kind of proud of Ryan; there’s no way he’d have enough courage to hit Spencer like that. “He’s an animal,” Spence continues.

Long pause…

And then Spence grins. “He’s an animal, if you know what I mean.” Did Spence just wink at him? Because whoa!

So Spence and Ryan, who were so close that sometimes they didn’t even need to talk but communicated in this creepy we’ve-been-best-friends-forever kind of way, had a fist fight and waitwaitwait! He got it!

“You had sex with RYAN!” Brendon squealed.

“Shhh,” Spencer demanded. Ryan came out of the bunks and gave them a look when both their heads turned to stare at him. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door with a snap. Spence cuddled back into the spot between Brendon’s shoulder and head. “We got in a fight and he was pissed and angry and passionate. He was totally turned on. I think he took advantage of me.”

“So, if Ryan gets pissed off enough…” Brendon trailed off. He had a brilliant idea.

***
The next morning, he put his plan into action. “Wake up, fuck-face, we have an interview,” Brendon said loudly next to Ryan’s ear.

“Brendon, what fucking time is it?” grumbled Ryan, rubbing his eyes.

“Time to wake up, sleeping beauty!” Brendon said cheerfully. Ryan climbed out of the bunk and changed into some skinny jeans and a youth sized t-shirt that’s the perfect shade of off-white. Brendon was already dressed and waiting impatiently.

“Come on, diva, don’t whine about your hair and make-up either,” Jon said as he pulled a white v-neck over his head. Easy for Jon to say, Brendon thought, he always looked adorable in the mornings. Ryan reluctantly walked off the bus with Jon and Brendon. Brendon took it as a good sign that he was already in a bad mood. Spencer got to skip the interview and sleep in because no one was brave enough to wake him.

Getting to the already set up interview area in the venue, they grabbed coffee and waited for the radio guys to get their shit together. Ryan moved to sit in the one easy chair available when Brendon slid under him to steal it.

“Hey jackass, I was going to sit there!”

“Doesn’t have your name on it,” Brendon said cheekily. Ryan gave him a melting glare.

Ok, new plan, Brendon thought. The point was to get Ryan in bed, not to annoy him to death. The pissy look on Ryan’s face did not bode well. Mad Ryan was the goal, not bitchy Ryan. This called for a switch in tactics.

“Ryan,” Brendon moved out of the chair and motioned for Ryan to sit. Glaring at his with distrust, Ryan took his place. Brendon promptly plopped down in his lap.

“Get your fat ass off me,” Ryan complained.

“Get your bony knee out of my ass,” Brendon countered, wiggling to get comfortable. Ryan sucked in his breath quickly.

“Shit! Stop it!” he growled. Brendon’s eyes lit up. New plan found: sexually frustrate Ryan at every turn. Wait, no, he’d already been trying that one for the past three years. It had yet to work.

The interviewer was ready and smirking at their boy on boy play. Great, now there’d be snide little stories this guy would tell on air. It was the basic interview where the radio guy asks stupid questions and they give the same answers that they have in every other time they’ve answered it for the last billion years or so. It was the same in every town. And this town was…Well, it was that one town that had that one thing in it, you know? Brendon kept interrupting Ryan’s answers just for shits and giggles. That boy talked so SLOW sometimes. Couldn’t they get this done already?

It wasn’t until they made it back to the bus that inspiration struck. Spencer had been the only one so far to be successful in getting Ryan in bed, or on a couch in this instance. (Spencer was surprising loose lipped about the incident.) So, Brendon thought, he would have to be more like Spencer. This might take a few days without shaving.

He found Spencer sitting in the back lounge reading a book. Brendon sat down close and started observing, hoping to pick up tips.

“Don’t touch me,” Spencer said, not looking up from his book. He was clearly over his post coital good humor.

“I’m not touching you,” Brendon said innocently. He watched with rapt attention as Spencer turned a page.

“I’m not kidding,” Spence snarled, “get the hell away from me!”

Brendon’s eyes went wide, but he hopped off the couch anyway. He knew what he had to do now. Grabbing a magazine, he laid in wait in the front of the bus until Ryan came. Willing it with his mind, Ryan sat beside him.

“Don’t touch me,” Brendon said in his best impression of Spencer. Ryan gave him an odd look. Reaching over him, Ryan grabbed the remote and turned on the television. “I’m not kidding, back the fuck off!” Brendon bit out.

“Well, you’re in a bad mood,” Ryan said.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Brendon retorted. “I’m trying to read.” He flipped the magazine over to read the title. Good Housekeeping? How the hell did that wind up on the bus? Maybe they really were all gay.

“Whatever,” Ryan said. He turned the volume on the TV louder.

“Do you have to sit so close to me?” Brendon said, trying out his bitchiest tone. It didn’t compare to Spencer’s, or Ryan’s for that matter, but he thought he was doing adequate.

“Brendon, what the fuck?” Ryan asked as he shut off the TV and turned to him. “What is your problem?”

“Your face,” Brendon replied.

“My face? That doesn’t even make sense,” Ryan sputtered.

“Your face doesn’t make sense,” countered Brendon. He threw the magazine across the room. Ryan gave him a look and got up to leave, but Brendon wasn’t going to let that happen. Not after he’d made so much progress, he wasn’t going to allow Ryan time to cool down. He quickly stood and cut off Ryan’s path.

“Brendon, you’re being an asshole.”

“And only you’re allowed to do that, right?” Brendon said, stepping closer. “You’ve been a jerk all day.”

“What?” Ryan said incredulously.

“Why can’t you just leave people alone, Ryan?” Brendon was actually enjoying watching Ryan’s confusion turn to anger on his face.

“Look, you fucker,” Ryan said, reaching out a hand and poking Brendon hard in the chest. “I don’t know what you’re on, but you need to back off.”

“Or what?” Brendon asked, sidling closer. “What are you going to do, spank me?”

Ryan’s eyes, already on fire, sparked. “Well, when someone acts like a child,” he starts, but cut off when Brendon flicked him in the head. “Brendon, fuck!” Ryan reached up and flicked Brendon back. Brendon returned the favor again, noticing at each flick that Ryan got even angrier.

“What is wrong with you?” Flick. “Give me an answer, you moron!”

“What are you gonna do, Ryan?” Brendon kept taunting. Suddenly, Ryan grabbed him, spun him around, and bent him over the table.

“You fucking child, I’m not playing these games,” Ryan yelled and smacked Brendon hard on the ass.

“Fuck you, man!” shouted Brendon, when Ryan pulled his hand away. It was unbelievable how good that actually felt. This is working, Brendon kept chanting in his head. “Why are you always such a dick?!” This earned him another slap from Ryan, who was absolutely enraged.

“Stop being an annoying child and I’ll stop being a dick!?” screamed Ryan, laying another smack on Brendon’s ass.

Brendon could feel himself hardening and started to struggle. Breaking away, he turned and pushed Ryan towards the couch. Ryan’s knees hit and he feel on it with a huff. Brendon straddled him and leaned down to press their lips together. Ryan’s eyes went wide at the first contact and his hands went to Brendon’s waist to push him off.

“What are you doing?” Ryan gasped when the kiss finally broke.

“I heard you like it hot,” Brendon said and wiggled in his lap. He couldn’t stop touching Ryan. His hands and lips wandered over his neck and chest. Ryan pulled Brendon closer and kissed him, his hand sliding between Brendon’s legs. Brendon let out a soft little moan and wiggled closer, groping Ryan through his jeans.

“Is this why you’ve been so fucking annoying this past tour!?” snapped Ryan.

“Yes. Wait, no. Just this morning,” Brendon admitted, panting into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan sighed, turned their bodies, and slammed Bren’s shoulders against the couch cushions. Why did this always happen on the couch?

“I don’t want to screw you,” Ryan muttered, grinding down on Brendon.

“Screw you, Ryho,” Brendon sang out, pulling Ryan closer. Maybe Ryan really wanted Brendon, or maybe he had been on a sexual high since Spencer had fucked him a couple of days ago, but Ryan didn’t resist when Brendon pressed their bodies together.

“Let me go, fucker,” Ryan spit out quietly, but made no move to get away. Stretching up, Brendon bit at Ryan’s lips. “Hey!” Ryan ground his hips down against Brendon again until his breath stuttered in his chest.

“Maybe,” Brendon drawled out, “you should stop being a cunt to everyone and let us help you out with your problem every once in a while.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ryan started, but was interrupted with Brendon’s hands and mouth. Brendon slid his shirt over his head and then reached for Ryan’s. Ryan raised his arms and then started working on his belt. It was surprisingly easy to get them both out of their clothes.

Grasping Ryan’s hips and grinding the both of them together, the boys let out simultaneous moans. Brendon pulled away and gave Ryan a smirk before flipping their positions and laying Ryan on his stomach across the couch. Getting to the point, he caressed Ryan’s buttocks then pulled the cheeks apart and nosed in. Ryan let out a groan before he really even touched him. Brendon smiled against his skin.

Brendon’s first lick in was… interesting. He hadn’t done this on a girl and all the guys he’d been with had always wanted to do him instead. His ass, you know, was perfection. Evidently he was doing it right because Ryan was twisting and twitching with moans below him. He kept it simple and made long slow licks with his tongue over the hole before pressing his tongue in just every so often.

When Ryan reached down to stroke his own penis, Brendon slapped his hand away. Shifting up, he pressed hard into Ryan’s back. “No,” he growled, “not until I say.” And with that, Brendon reached into the couch cushions and pulled out a condom and some lube he had hid there for luck.

Brendon quickly slicked up his cock. “Ready for me, Ry?” Brendon whispered seductively into his ear. “I have to say, Ryan, I didn’t quite picture you as the bitch,” teased Brendon, taking his sweet time. Now that he had Ryan where he wanted him, he could afford to slow down and enjoy this.

“Ughh, can you hurry it up, Urie!?” snapped Ryan, not debating the bitch term for the moment.

“So demanding,” laughed Brendon, biting hard onto Ryan’s neck. Ryan moaned and pushed his ass back against Brendon’s slick cock.

“Brendon now,” groaned Ryan, sounding impatient.

“Okay,” Brendon agreed in a deeper tone, sending a shiver down Ryan’s spine. Brendon slid into him and he gasped a little bit too loudly. “Shhh,” whispered Brendon, his hands gripping Ryan’s hips. He pulled back and thrust into Ryan again even harder.

“Oh FUCK Brendon,” moaned Ryan, gripping the armrest in front of him. The pain and pleasure was intense. Brendon thrust in harder and deeper, reveling in the feeling of Ryan’s tight heat. He could hardly control the soft whimpers and moans pouring out of his mouth. Ryan was moaning like a whore beneath him.

“You know how long I’ve thought about this,” Brendon whispered into Ryan’s ear. His grip tightened on Ryan’s hip as he continued slamming into the guitarist, licking the shell of his ear with his long, pleasure inducing tongue.

“Spare me your sweet nothings and go harder!” snarled Ryan, way too close at this point to deal with Brendon yapping every two seconds.

“As you wish,” panted Brendon, slamming in harder and hitting Ryan’s prostate with such force he saw stars behind his eyes and let out a loud scream, pushing back against Brendon.

“Oh fuck, Ryan, it’s so good,” moaned Brendon, biting down hard on Ryan’s boney shoulder. Brendon’s hand slid from his hip and wrapped around Ryan’s cock as he started to stroke him. Ryan moaned louder; it was absolute ecstasy. He wanted the feeling to last forever. “I’m going to come, Ryan,” panted Brendon, moving impossibly faster. He could already feel the intense feeling of it pooling in his stomach. Brendon slammed into him one more time, letting out an intense scream as he came inside of the condom. The boy below him moaned loudly and released into Brendon’s hand. They both shook from the aftershock of their orgasms. Brendon pulled out and the feeling sent a shiver up Ryan’s spine. He couldn’t help feeling just a little bit proud, cocky even, that he’d made Ryan come.

“I’ll never see this bus as the same place again,” muttered Brendon. He sat back against the opposite armrest and tried to catch his breath. Ryan lay quietly before him. “Hey,” Brendon said and nudged Ryan with his toe.

“Ugh,” Ryan groaned. It sounded like half relaxed and half disgust.

“You’re cleaning the couch,” Brendon smirked. Ryan let out another grunt when the bus door opened.

“Whoa!” Jon walked in and his eyes went wide at the sight of his two friends naked on the couch. He just stood there in shock and stared. Brendon tried to take pity on him and smiled.

“Hi, Jon!” he called out. Getting up, he walked towards the bathroom naked and with no shame, maybe letting his ass sway a little more than he usually would. This had been a good day.

Slash of the Brendon/hand variety

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:06:54 GMT

Title:Penis Pump
Author: luckylaw
Rating:hard R
Pairing:Brendon/?
POV:third/Brendon
Summary:Spencer finds Brendon’s Swedish-made Penis Enlarger
Disclaimer:The characters and events in this story are not real. Any similarity in events is purely coincidence. I do not own the people or presume to know whether or not they would actually buy a Swedish-made Penis Enlarging Pump.
Author Notes: I was inspired by a comment by rockyhorror2011

“What is this?” Spencer was standing beside Brendon’s open drawer next to his bunk. In his hands he held a plastic tube with a pump on the end. Spence cocked his head and turned the thing over in his hands as he examined it.

“I—It’s a bong,” Brendon stammered. The starting of a blush tinted his cheeks.

“No, it’s not,” Spencer said. He looked from Brendon to the apparatus in his hands then back up to Brendon. Comprehension dawned. “Ew! Ew!” He tossed the thing back in the drawer before wiping his hands off on himself. “Ew, Brendon!”

“What?!”

“That’s a penis pump, isn’t it?”

“It’s not mine!” Brendon widened his eyes and tried to look innocent. His cheeks were bright red now. “Honestly! It’s not mine! Someone’s pulling a prank.” Brendon might have been more convincing if he could look Spencer in the eye.

Spencer looked back into the drawer and pulled out a white slip of paper. “This is a credit card slip, signed by Brendon Urie, for a Swedish-made Penis Enlarger Pump.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not mine!”

Spencer dropped the credit card receipt back in the drawer and smirked at him before drawing out a yellow card. “One warranty card, filled out by Brendon Urie, for a Swedish-made Penis Enlarger Pump,” he read out.

“I don’t even know what this is! Honestly! I’ve never seen it before.” Brendon felt the stranglehold of embarrassment tighten over his entire body. He just wanted to crawl in his bunk and die.

Spencer put the yellow card back before sliding the drawer closed. He gave Brendon a speculative look up and down before moving towards the door to leave. As he passed Brendon, he leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You don’t really need that, do you?”

As soon as Spencer was out the door, Brendon took the pump, and all its paraphernalia, out of his bunk drawer and hid it away in one of his suitcases. He didn’t want a repeat situation with any of his other band members. It was bad enough that Spence caught him with it. He could have come up with excuses, like he was on tour and didn’t have anything better to do or his band mates were hot and he was sexually frustrated, but once it happened all that entered his brain was: LIE LIE LIE!

Swedish-made Penis Enlarger Pump safely stowed away, Brendon moved to the front of the bus where the guys were hanging out. Brendon avoided Spence and sat near Ryan as he watched T.V.

Out of the corner of his eye Brendon thought he saw Spencer steal a glance down at his crotch. Turning his head, he looked and saw Spencer’s attention elsewhere. Frowning, he went back to watching the episode of some weird sitcom Ryan had recently gotten into. On the screen now was some animation of a giant thing named Charlie made out of bubblegum. Okay.

Brendon felt the burn of a glance on him again. He lifted his head up just as he saw Spence turning his. Ok, Brendon wasn’t just being paranoid. Spencer was totally checking out his dick!

Brendon fixed his attention back on the television. Heat rose up on his neck and he determinedly ignored Spencer now. This was so not cool. He’d seen Spencer’s dick before, of course that boy wouldn’t understand why he needed that pump; the guy was walking around with an elephant dick in his pants. But what were people like Brendon supposed to do, huh?!

Brendon knew he had to only wait it out another hour or so and then he could be alone for the night. They had a mini break and would get to spend two nights at a hotel in this town. It was going to be great to have a room all to himself. He wouldn’t have to look at Spencer and think how he maybe, a little bit, might have a tiny bit of a crush on him. He wouldn’t have to deal with glances or worry about people hearing noises. He could walk around nude and it wouldn’t even matter.

Zack got off the bus first when they arrived at the hotel. When he came back, he handed them each a room key before escorting them all inside. Really, it wasn’t a big deal. None of their fans knew they were here yet. And most people who weren’t fourteen year old girls didn’t know who they were anyway. It was probably a good idea anyway. Four guys walking around in skin tight jeans most likely were going to need protection of some sort.

The ride up in the elevator was silent as the boys tiredly waited for some time off. Brendon stood a little stiffly as Spence leaned boneless against the wall beside him. He could hear the breath going in and out of Spencer’s lungs. He thought he could hear the beat of his heart as well, but he realized that it was just his own he was hearing.

Getting off (the elevator that is), Spence put a hand on the small of Brendon’s back and guided him out. Then he just smiled and called out goodnight to everybody before disappearing into his room. Brendon’s was only two doors down.

The first thing Brendon did when he walked in the door was unzip his pants. He kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of the jeans and underwear. By the time he made it through the entrance he’d stripped himself of his shirt as well. Stretching, he smiled from ear to ear as the evening stood before him. He had plans, very good plans. First, nude-ing it up, which he’d already accomplished. Second: unpack the important things. Pump, tissues, and lube all went out on his nightstand. Third: turn on some hotel porn.

Hotel porn was always overly cheesy and completely lacking in story and plot line. Brendon didn’t really care. It was mostly just background noise anyway. He liked using his imagination. The skin flick on tonight was called Spanking Field Trip or something like that. Brendon hummed as he bounced on the bed until he was comfortable.

Brendon had just fitted the pump over his dick when he heard a knock at his door. He stopped and stayed still for a moment, hoping whoever it was would just give up and go away. But then he heard the knock again. Cussing, he shoved all his favorite items into the nightstand drawer (right on top of the Bible and the Book of Mormon, Oh no!) before putting on his briefs and going to the door. Peeping through the peek hole, he cursed again when he saw Spencer on the other side. He opened it anyway.

“Glad you’re so happy to see me,” Spencer said as he pushed past Brendon and came into the room. “What were you doing in here anyway?”

“Nothing. Just getting ready to shower or something,” Brendon lied.

“Cool. Are you hungry? Let’s order some pizza.” Before Brendon knew it, Spencer was moving toward the nightstand to get a phonebook.

“NO!” Brendon shouted.

“Ok, how about Chinese?” Spence seemed to move in slow motion as some unstoppable train about to collide with reality. Brendon’s head fell into his hands as the squeak of the drawer sounded out his worst fear. “Oh. Well, I’ll just, um,” Spencer glanced over at him as he slammed shut the drawer, “you’re busy.” They ended up doing this little dance to get around each other as Spence went to the door. Brendon stayed quiet as he watched Spencer leave. Today was not going well on Brendon’s side. On his general list of not-to-do items, near the top, was not to embarrass himself in front of Spencer. The top spot on the list was always reserved for not taking pictures of his penis and posting it on the web. That rule was surprisingly difficult for him to keep.

Once Spencer had left, though, only one thing was on his mind. Briefs came off and Brendon settled once again against the pillows on his bed. He opened the drawer to his right and removed the items. He did feel bad about putting his lube on the Book of Mormon. He decided to be racked with guilt about it later though.

He uncapped his lube and poured a small amount in his hand. His other hand smoothed down his chest to play with his nipples a little. He wondered if he should buy some nipple clamps, just to see how they’d feel. He wrapped his lubed hand around his cock and started slowly stroking it to life.

Brendon lay his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes on a sigh. The hand that had been teasing his nipples moved down to play with his balls. He stroked and massaged them as his other hand worked. The porn he had forgotten to turn off while Spencer was there played in the background. He heard the sharp sounds of slapping flesh and squirmed a little with lust.

He reached out and groped for the penis pump. Fitting it around himself again, he started to pump. It fit like a vacuum around his cock. Brendon groaned as he felt the pressure pulling on it. In his head popped up an image of Spencer’s hands around the toy. He pushed that aside with a turn of his head on the pillow.

Pumping harder, his hips nudged forward. He could feel the slow build of heat start inside him. His ass clenched as he raised his hips off the bed. Fuck, it felt so good.

He bit his lip a little to hold back a groan. From the television, he could hear a faint rhythm as one of the characters slapped out a beat on another’s ass. Once again, he started thinking about Spencer without meaning to. Spencer drumming. Fuck, that was hot. The way he’d bang the shit out of the drums and toss his head back, exposing his neck. Or when he really got into it, he’d open his mouth a little like he was having a drumming orgasm.

Brendon let out a full out moan. He took the pump off and threw it on the bed and wrapped a hand around his cock. He was so close. He just needed not to think, not to think of Spencer. He poured a little more lube over his cock with his free hand as his other kept stroking. On the upstroke, he squeezed harder. Ugh, fuck yes. He ran his thumb over his slit and came with a shudder.

Coming down, his eyes reluctantly popped open. He grabbed a tissue and started wiping himself off. He always felt so guilty afterwards. He promised to be extra nice to his mom next time he saw her, because of the whole putting his lube on the Book of Mormon thing. He probably shouldn’t have said Spence’s name out loud when he came either...

Guy Ripley's Dirty Things

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 05:38:40 GMT

Title: Guy Ripley’s Dirty Things
Author: luckylaw
Rating: light R-ish
Pairing: Spencer Smith/Lazzara/Guy Ripley
POV: Adam's mostly except for at the end
Summary: What do you do when the assistant to the assistant to the event interviewer is a bit improper?
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I don’t own the band members. *sigh*
But I do own the story. This is purely a work of FICTION. DON’T SUE ME!
Author Notes: This was written for indianajones because this is her OTP and she LOVES Spencer. <3 But she wanted Mr. Bean and I substituted Guy Ripley.

“Hey, Smexy,” Matt called out as he tried to catch Adam’s attention from the floor where he was doing a regimen of crunches. Adam looked up from the carefully typewritten letter he was holding. He raised an eyebrow threw the closest object at him. Too bad it was only a feather boa that Gerard had left in their dressing room when he had visited earlier.

“I have to go to an event interview,” Adam complained. “They’ll expect me to talk and stuff. Seriously, why don’t people understand that I’m just here for the pretty factor?”

“Cause you’re not that pretty,” Matt said. Adam pouted at him. LIES.

Carefully following the instructions in the letter, Adam went to the interview room. Standing outside was a tall man with a clipboard. “And you are?” the man asked, barely looking up from the paper.

“Adam. Adam Lazzara.” The man looked into his eyes and gave him a quizzical gaze. “Adam Lazzara, lead singer of Taking Back Sunday?” He didn’t know why he formed that as a question. HE knew who he was even if this guy didn’t.

“Oh! Oh yes, Mr. Lazzara, we’ve been waiting for you. Please come in.” The man turned and led him inside the room. It was a typical venue back room with ratty old industrial couches and faux wood tables. A tripod and camera was set up and pointed toward a conversational area containing three chairs. One was already occupied. BY SPENCER FUCKING SMITH! Whoa, even Adam thought he was hot!

Coughing a little, Adam took a seat near Spencer and smiled. They started exchanging small talk when the man with the clipboard cleared his throat. He turned the camera on and made an exaggerated spectacle of sitting down. Turning to the camera, he began, “Hello, I’m Guy Ripley. So nice to meet you. Thank you for being here with me, Spencer Smith and Adam Lazzara.” Turning to the two musicians, he continued, “the topic today is ‘what’s hot’,” Guy Ripley made little quotations with his fingers.

“Is it hot in here?” Guy Ripley says as he tugs on his tie.

“Um, no?” Adam replies. Guy Ripley whips the tie off and throws it over his shoulder.

“Well, you certainly are,” Guy Ripley says with a wink that could have been merely a facial tic. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

“I… I’m fine,” Spencer says. His eyes have gotten wide and he’s fighting a laugh. Adam kind of wishes he’d take off something, but the boy is only in jeans and a t-shirt anyway.

“Now, Mr. Lazzara, what’s the sexiest thing about this new album of your’s?” Guy Ripley is blinking expectantly at him as he asks the question.

“Well, Fazzi, our new member, has a guitar with a whammy bar,” Adam hedges.

“And do you prefer the large whammy bars or do you think it’s more how you use the whammy bar that makes the difference?” Guy Ripley smiled.

“I don’t think there are different sizes of whammy bars,” Spencer cuts in.

Guy Ripley turned his attention to the drummer. “Mr. Smith, yes yes. Tell me, what do you think about the phrase ‘save a drum, bang a drummer’.” Once again, Guy Ripley made the quotation signs with his hands.

“Uh, I like it?” Spence said. You could tell he was getting really creeped out by this guy.

“I love it!” Adam volunteered. Spencer turned and smirked at him until Adam blushed.

“Delicious,” Guy Ripley said, turning to the camera when he said it. Was it just Adam or did this guy have a British accent?

“Who are you again?” Adam asked.

“I’m the event interviewer,” Guy Ripley clarified. “Well, I’m the assistant,” he continued.

“The assistant?” Spencer urged.

“In fact, the assistant to the assistant. Yes, it’s a very important position. You must never fail to get in an important position. Are you sure you’re not hot?” Guy Ripley rambled. He reached up and started fiddling with the buttons on his collar.

“So, your position,” Spencer giggled around the word, “is the assistant to the assistant of the event interviewer?”

“Yes, that’s it,” Guy Ripley had completely removed his button down shirt now. He used it to wipe the sweat from his forehead before dropping it on the floor. His white undershirt was heavy with sweat. Adam was hot just looking at him.

“And what does the assistant to the assistant of the event interviewer do?” Adam asked.

“I assist,” Guy Ripley put simply. He bolted up from the chair and put his hands to his belt. He quickly removed it and dropped his pants. His blue stripped boxers lay big and crumpled on his frame. “Ah, that’s better,” he sighed and sat back down.

Adam and Spence shared a look. This was too weird. But Adam was always one to take advantage. “Yeah, it is kind of hot in here,” he said and stood to remove his pants. Spence had a horrified look on his face. “Maybe you’d feel better if you took your’s off, Spencer.”

Spence looked like he wanted to cry. Adam winked at him and his expression changed. He slowly unfolded his sexy frame from the chair and stripped his pants. Not stopping there, he continued with the shirt and shoes. Adam was so turned on right now.

“Wow! You should always be naked,” Adam whispered in reverence. He then quickly removed what remained of his clothes except for the grey underpants. Thank god he’d put on new underwear today. He sniffed his underarm. And he’d showered within the last couple of days too, lucky.

Unable to help himself, he moved forward and took Spencer’s hips in his hands. The first hesitant kiss of their lips was magical, he had to admit. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be. The kiss turned hot and open mouthed. Adam ran his fingers along Spencer’s body as Spence clutched his back. He hoped Spencer would mark him.

Suddenly they felt another body in the mix. Guy Ripley stood invading their space with a smile, still clad in his undershirt and boxers. Smiling idiotically, he went to join in on the kiss. Adam and Spence heads bobbed back to avoid him, but he was persistent. Within seconds, Guy Ripley had initiated a three-way kiss. Adam had to admit he found it hot. He didn’t want this psycho to scare off Spencer though.

“Look, I don’t want to have sex with you,” Adam explained to Guy Ripley, pulling back.

“BJ, then?” Guy Ripley casually dropped to his knees. Adam was surprised, but he wasn’t going to complain. He maneuvered the three of them to his chair and sat down, leaving Guy Ripley room to work. Lifting his hips, he was shed of his underpants. Guy Ripley went right to it. He was very enthusiastic and Adam let out a happy groan.

Reaching up, Adam grabbed Spence by the back of the neck and pulled him down until their lips met. This was the best interview ever. A blow job AND he got to kiss Spencer Smith!

Always one to be greedy, Adam worked his hand into the front of Spencer’s boxers and started stroking him. He loved the little gasps Spencer made into his mouth. Using his best tricks, Adam engineered it so that they came at the same time.

Guy Ripley pulled off with a satisfied slurp. Adam reluctantly pulled his hand from Spencer’s boxers. Holding it out straight, he offered the cum-covered hand to Guy Ripley. The weird little man made a delighted face before licking it clean.

Afterwards, the three quickly put on their clothes. Adam would be lying if he didn’t say he felt a little dirty. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He gave Spencer a small smile as they went out the door and on their separate ways. Guy Ripley watched them leave before turning to the camera. “And this is Guy Ripley, assistant to the assistant of the event interviewer, assuring you, where there’s a scandal, there’s a Guy Ripley. This has been Guy Ripley!”

The Conductor Is Beckoning

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:08:32 GMT

Title:The Conductor Is Beckoning
Author: upuntilmidnight for Ryan and luckylaw
Rating:NC17
Pairing: Spyan = Spencer/Ryan
POV: switches between Spencer and Ryan’s
Summary:Spencer Smith never knew one mistaken bang on the drums could turn into him banging the guitarist…
Disclaimer: We don’t own the characters, we don’t own the band members. *sigh*
But we do own the story. This is purely a work of FICTION. DON’T SUE US!
Author Notes: Sarah and I were messing around on AIM and decided to do a joint project. I was too embarrassed to write dirty stuff, but I got over it.

SPENCER’S POV

The door slammed shut with finality. Spencer could practically feel Zack standing guard on the other side. Tonight, Zack wasn’t keeping others out of the room, he was keeping them in. Jon and Brendon had already fled to the tour bus to get away from Spencer and Ryan’s fighting.

Spence had started playing the wrong song in Esteban tonight and Ryan had stopped the entire show because of it. Coming off stage, the little diva couldn’t resist making a snide comment. Spencer had immediately responded and the fight had begun.

Now, Ryan sat placidly on the ragged couch near the wall in the dressing room. Spence wanted to spit at him. He stalked to his suitcase on the counter and started stripping out off his stage clothes. “Fucking asshole,” he muttered.

“Did you say something,” Ryan called out from across the room.

Spencer shook his head and dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them into a pile with his shirt.

“You smell so sweaty right now,” Ryan called out.

“Shut the fuck up,” Spencer shouted at him.

“It’s gross.”

“You’re gross. You wear my grandma’s old clothes,” Spencer yelled. His face turned red with anger.

Ryan pressed his lips together hard as he stood up and walked forward. “Your shoes,” he said slowly enunciating, “look so gay.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. That bitch did NOT just go there. His shoes were shiny black wing tips that were beautiful. BEAUTIFUL, DAMNIT!

Narrowing his eyes, Spencer met Ryan in the center of the room. He raised his hand and shoved Ryan in the shoulder. Ryan stumbled back before shoving at Spencer’s naked chest. Spence had his blue boxer briefs clinging to his hips and nothing else, while Ryan still wore his ugly stage clothes.

He was furious. Everything about Ryan was pissing him off at the moment. Even Ryan’s hideous printed shirt was getting on his nerves. Reaching for the sleeve, he grabbed hold and ripped it off. The fabric tore and half the shirt hung on Ryan’s skinny frame.

Smirking, Spencer felt a little better. He turned away, wadded up the sleeve and jumped shot it into the waste basket.

***
RYAN’S POV

Ryan stood there in horror. Spencer had just ripped the sleeve off of his very expensive silk button down and, not to mention, insulted his clothing. Spencer seemed so justified, throwing away the silk sleeve and making Ryan’s heart ache at the now worthless shirt on his back.

“You think you’ve won, you skank bag!” growled Ryan, storming over to Spencer and slamming him up against a set of lockers.

“Skank bag?” questioned Spencer, with an amused expression at the taller boy standing over him.

“You have just ruined couture!” howled Ryan, giving Spencer’s shoulder a hard smack.

“Your couture looked like cheap shit anyway!” snarled Spencer. He shoved Ryan off of him and ripped off the second sleeve.

“You think you call all the shots, you ungrateful asshat!” Ryan couldn’t stand it any longer, he punched Spencer with all the strength he had, taking pleasure in watching his boney fist connect with Spencer’s scruffy jaw. The initial shock of the hit was over within seconds as Ryan’s head slammed into the wall from the force of Spencer’s push.

“Oh you want to play rough, do you?” said Spencer with a wide evil grin spreading across his face.

“Sure do,” said Ryan, grabbing one of the shiny black shoes in his path and ripping the tongue off. He watched Spencer curse with absolute rage. Ryan grinned at him with a damaged dress shoe in one hand, tongue in the other.

“Those shoes were actually nice!” screamed Spencer, his bare foot kicking Ryan’s boney shin with all his might.
“Correction: were nice,” added Ryan with an evil cackle. Spencer’s jaw clenched, but he turned away and grabbed a pair of jeans, ignoring Ryan. “What’s the use of one ruined shoe when you can have two ruined ones” said Ryan in a chipper tone before there was the sound of a strong rip and the second shoe’s tongue was ripped. Ryan knew it would light Spencer on fire from the inside out and before he knew it, Spencer was tackling Ryan and ripping the rest of the ruined shirt from his skinny little body. Not stopping there, Spencer grabbed the belt from Ryan’s waist, his fingers inching under the shiny belt buckle and tugging as hard as he could. Spencer was ruining his whole outfit.

“Owww!” screamed Ryan, as the leather began to burn against his skin.

“What’s wrong baby? I thought you liked it rough,” growled Spencer, getting a firmer grip on the belt. There was a loud pop as the material ripped under his firm grip.

***
SPENCER’S POV

Spencer grinned when the sound of a loud pop came from Ryan’s dress pants. Catching him off guard, Ryan thrust his hips up and pushed Spencer off of him. He flipped over and started crawling away. Spencer reached out, grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled.

“Hey, you fucker!” Ryan cursed at him as he was de-pantsed. He kicked out and caught Spencer’s jaw with his shoe. Spencer rolled over, groaning. That little shit had kicked him in the same place he had just hit him earlier. Pain radiated from his jaw and he held a hand over it as it began to swell. He could feel the acrid taste of blood on his mouth as a cut opened up on the inside of his cheek.

Now in his tighty whiteys, Ryan was red faced. He stood up and glared at Spencer on the floor. “Maybe you should pay more attention onstage to what you’re supposed to be playing then to my outfit, you jackass!”

“Yeah, you’ve never made a mistake,” Spencer countered. The arrogant asshole was really pissing him off now. He had years of examples to draw from of stupid Ryan moves. “At least I can play,” Spencer stated, going for the low blow. “Everyone in this band can play guitar better than you can.” Spence knew exactly where to hit the hardest to get a reaction. He had been humiliated tonight and he wasn’t holding back.

Ryan’s face slowly flushed. He threw himself at Spencer where he lay on the floor. Straddling him, he took Spencer’s shoulders in his hands and slammed him into the floor over and over again. “Ugh,” Spence said, struggling. A low ringing was starting in his ears. “Fucking stop!” He pushed his hips up into Ryan’s. His cock inadvertently pressed right alongside Ryan’s with only the thin layer of their underwear between them.

Sucking his breath in, Ryan moved back and lost his balance. Spence took advantage and rolled them both over. He aimed an open handed smack at Ryan’s cheek, then went for the other one, trading off hands. He tried to ignore the growing problem in his boxers. Spence told himself it was just all the skin and touching that was doing it to him. The little fucker underneath him had nothing to do with it.

Ryan kept bucking up beneath him, making Spencer’s eyes cross at the friction. His breath started to labor as he struggled with his friend. “Just, ugh,” he couldn’t think, “fucking stop.”

Spencer put his hands on Ryan’s chest and tried to lift himself up. One of his legs slipped between Ryan’s thighs. Letting out a loud groan, Ryan opened his legs and Spencer settled between. The two lay still and panting for a second before Ryan gave a short thrust up with his hips. Spencer could feel Ryan hard underneath him, but refused to think about it.

***
RYAN’S POV

Ryan was panting hard, his hips taking control of the situation arising from the friction of Spencer’s body grinding with his. The thought of actually getting pleasure out of this was making his stomach churn with disgust, but his throbbing erection seemed to see things more clearly.

“S..Spencer” panted Ryan, still pinned down in place by Spencer’s strong hands. The only response Ryan was getting back was a desperate groan sliding out of Spencer’s mouth like smoke, almost like he had come to terms with this situation unfolding. Spencer was hard and on top of him, his hips grinding with Ryan’s. The sensation of their erections rubbing together was sending Ryan into a mad hot ecstasy as he tried to stay angry.

“Spencer” said Ryan again a little bit louder, slightly embarrassed at the slight whine in his voice. “I thought we were fighting.” Ryan was a bit startled by a strong palm making contact with his cheek.

“Just shut the fuck up” groaned Spencer. “Can’t you just keep your mouth closed for two seconds?”

Spencer’s lips attack his own with bruising force, the strong hands holding his arms down sliding to his hips. Ryan opened his mouth wider, deepening the kiss as he felt Spencer’s tongue practically shoved down his throat. He moaned deeply, wrapping his legs around Spencer’s thighs.

This isn’t how to solve a fight! Ryan’s mind practically screamed: this is wrong, this is a mistake, holy fuck that feels good. Spencer’s mouth went down farther, sucking at the skin between Ryan’s neck and collarbone, making Ryan shake and moan with pleasure from the sensation.

***
SPENCER’S POV

Spencer tasted the sweat on Ryan’s skin and moved his lips back up to the boy’s mouth. They had kissed before, many times in fact. Maybe all boys who had been friends for about a bajillion years had, he didn’t know. What he did know is that when he sucked on Ryan’s lower lip it would cause the other boy to shake.

Ryan’s hands were clutching his back, the nails digging in. The fucker was going to draw blood with his long spidery hands. Spencer didn’t know if they were still fighting or not. It felt like fighting.

He let out a long drawn out moan when their cocks lined up just right and slid along each other. It was too much. It was not enough.

Ryan’s hands were moving down his back and dipping into his boxers. He felt the rough calluses press into his buttocks as the boy clutched him closer. Enough with this shit, Spence thought.

He shoved himself back, off Ryan and onto his knees. Quickly he rid himself of his boxers. He leaned down and hooked his thumbs in Ryan’s underwear. Giving Ryan a look, he pulled those down as well.

Ryan lifted his hips as the briefs slid off his body. He toed off his shoes and socks before pulling Spence back down onto him. They both let out moans when their naked skin came in contact.

“Hey, this isn’t…” Spence tried to say.

“Yeah, I know,” Ryan breathed. “Just..” Ryan rolled them over until he was on top of Spencer. The carpet rubbed raw against Spencer’s back. Ryan leaned down and tongued at Spence’s nipple. Spence let out a giggle.

Pulling back, Ryan gave him a smirk then moved lower, teasing and biting him on his stomach and navel.

“Fuck, Ryan, can’t you,” Spencer started to say. He lifted his hips up and tried to tell Ryan with his mind what he wanted. They hadn’t done this before. He didn’t want to. But he was hard and Ryan was there, for fuck’s sake.

He wasn’t sure of the mechanics of the situation but he did know that Ryan looked like a girl anyway, a lesbian, but a girl all the same.

***
RYAN’S POV
Ryan couldn’t help but grin, knowing it was himself that was making Spencer so desperate. He licked a path from Spencer’s neck down to his belly-button and blew on the saliva wet skin, intrigued by the sweet little whimpers coming from Spencer’s mouth. He was tracing his long boney fingers along Spencer’s hip, when his eyes suddenly locked with Spencer’s.

“Tell me, Spence, what is it you want from me?” whispered Ryan. “You want me to start off by blowing you?” The soft moan from Spencer was the only answer he was going to get it looked like. Ryan gave Spencer a seductive smile and decided to do as he said for once. Ryan stood up, grabbing Spencer by the bicep. “Up now” he hissed, pulling Spencer to his feet and pushing him back onto the sofa. Ryan spread Spencer’s legs wide before kneeling between them. He looked up wide-eyed and innocent into Spencer’s eyes and licked his palm, wrapping his hand around Spencer’s throbbing cock and beginning to stroke him slowly. Spencer moaned loudly. Ryan only hoped people in the building weren’t near the dressing room listening.

“Ryan,” Spencer managed to get out, his hips thrusting up slightly into Ryan’s semi-tight grip around his cock. Ryan leaned his head closer to Spencer’s dick and licked a line down his shaft, blowing cool air over the wetness. Spencer shivered and it made Ryan grin even wider. Spencer was like putty in his hands.

How many obsessed teenie fans would kill to be in Ryan’s place right now, he thought. His next thought turned him on even more. Someone could walk in and watch their smutty live show. Ryan pulled his head back and spit on Spencer’s cock, loving the dirty feeling pulsing through his body right now. He began to stroke the spit all over Spencer’s cock, loving the look in Spencer’s eyes, his pupils dilated so that his whole eye looked almost black. Soft strained moans were coming from the boy withering above him; his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch. Ryan slid his hand down to the base of Spencer’s cock, pushing it up against his stomach, stroking his hand at a slower pace and running his tongue across his ball sack.

“Ohh fuck, Ryan,” moaned Spencer, his head collapsing back against a throw pillow. Even during passionate hate sex Ryan got to call the shots. He had the power over Spencer Smith and it was fucking hot. Ryan began to gently take Spencer’s balls into his mouth, sucking on one at a time and loving the loud whimpering noise coming from Spencer writhing above him in absolute pleasure.

***
SPENCER’S POV

Ryan was driving him crazy. He was teasing him with his lips and hot wet tongue. The boy between his legs kept sending smirks up at him like he was queen bitch and Spencer was just an amusing animal in front of him.

Finally, finally, Ryan moved his head up and took the tip of Spencer’s penis in his mouth. Ryan sucked just on the head before starting to bob up and down, taking in more each time. Spence let out a breath as Ryan established a rhythm. Just as Spence felt warmth pooling in lower body, Ryan pulled off with a smack of his lips.

It took Spence a minute to realize he wasn’t going to start up again. “Ryan,” he pleaded, pulsing his hips up off the couch.

“I think you need to apologize, Spencer,” Ryan said, completely removing himself from Spencer’s body.

That fucking little prick had done this on purpose. He couldn’t beat Spence in a fight so he manipulated him, Spence reasoned. There was no way he was going to apologize now.

Spencer leaned toward Ryan with a gleam in his eye. “Maybe I do need practice banging on stuff,” he said in a smoky voice. Grabbing Ryan by the waist, he lifted him off the floor and onto the couch, flipping him on his stomach.

“Wait,” Ryan started in a panicked voice.

Spence trailed one hand from the back of Ryan’s neck to his buttocks. His other hand was on Ryan’s back, pinning him to the couch. He began to spit in his hand when he saw Ryan’s open make-up bag next to the couch. He leaned over and flipped through the contents before finding what he needed. Then he stroked a cool finger between Ryan’s butt cheeks. The boy below him flinched at the touch and ground his hips into the couch.

Spence was a little awkward. He had no idea what he was doing, so he ran his finger over the crack again. He almost chickened out, but then Ryan let out a deep moan. Spence flipped the cap back open and smeared a substance on three of his fingers before tossing the bottle over the side of the couch. He then buried one finger knuckle deep into the ass of the boy under him.

Ryan took it well and soon there were three fingers in his ass and the boy was alternating between pushing back on the fingers and grinding his erection into the couch cushions. Spence pulled his fingers out and stroked his cock quickly before lining up with Ryan’s entrance.

Pushing in slowly, he couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was tight and hot and ohfucksogood. Ryan had stilled underneath him. Spence shifted his weight and lifted Ryan to his hands and knees on the couch cushions before pushing in again at a different angle. Whatever he had done made Ryan let loose a moan and a string of cuss words. Grinning, Spence aimed for the same spot and thrust in hard a few times before stopping, balls deep in Ryan’s ass.

“Fuck, Spence,” Ryan let out, “move.”

“I don’t know. I think I need an apology.” Spence grinned as Ryan writhed beneath him.
“Spence, whatever man,” Ryan bite out.

Giving Ryan an open handed smack on his butt, Spence held firm. “You need to say you’re sorry.”

“I… I’m sorry! Now, holy fuck! Just move!” The sound Ryan made was more of a squeal than anything, but Spence still figured he had won.

Grabbing both hands onto Ryan’s hips, he started thrusting in hard.

***
RYAN’S POV

“Spencer, harder,” moaned Ryan, pushing back against Spencer. “Please, baby.” Ryan hated how he was the bitch, but it felt too damn good to go on another power trip right now. At that moment Ryan let out a moan so loud it almost sounded like a scream as Spencer brushed up against something inside him that made him lose it. “SPENCER!” screamed Ryan, unable to control his brain or body at this point. Spencer gripped his hips harder, enough that Ryan could feel his short nails digging into his hip bones, enough force to break the skin.

“So fucking tight,” moaned Spencer, pounding into Ryan who was at this point moaning like a whore in one of those pornos Brendon forced him to watch with him.

“I’m close,” panted Spencer. “Touch yourself.”

Ryan whimpered and managed to balance one hand against the couch cushion and slip his other hand around himself, stroking in rhythm with Spencer’s thrusts. He was close and he didn’t want it to end. If fighting with Spencer got him laid, he’d point out his mistakes more often. Ryan made a mental note to tweak with Spencer’s drum kit one of these days.

“Ryan,” moaned Spencer, going faster. “I’m gonna come.”

“Faster,” gasped Ryan. “Harder, Spencer.” He hated how desperate he sounded, but fuck it, just fuck it.

“I..I still hate you Ryan,” panted Spencer, giving the guitarist what he was begging for.

“Trust me, I hate you too,” moaned Ryan. “Right there, don’t fucking stop.” Ryan’s body was aching from the position, his hand pumping faster. He was close. He could feel the intensity bubbling up in his stomach. Ryan ran his thumb over the tip of his aching cock, his thighs already starting to shake from the release building up. He moaned loud, almost screaming Spencer’s name as he felt himself coming hard. He could see dark spots in his eyes as he spilled into his own hand. “Come on, Spencer. I want you to come inside me,” moaned Ryan, feeling his body still trembling from the aftershock. Spencer whimpered, thrusting into Ryan one more time then screaming Ryan’s name as he released inside of him.

Spencer, panting hard, slowly pulled out of Ryan who whimpered in pain a little. Then Ryan felt his body give way and he collapsed face down on the couch. Spencer gracefully collapsed off the couch and onto the floor.

***
SPENCER’S POV

The room turned silent except for the sound of their harsh breaths. Spence could just barely make out the sound of the stage crew on the other side of the door. He stared at the ceiling as the sweat cooled on his body.

“We’re never telling anyone about this,” Ryan said.

“I’m not, that’s for sure.”

Ryan got up from the couch and winced from pain. He started to hobble toward the showers. Spence looked up at him from the floor and saw his cum leak out of Ryan’s ass. Closing his eyes, he willed it away. Trying his hardest, he wanted to forget what they had just done.

In a minute, he thought, he’d go ahead and take that shower he needed so badly. A lazy feeling of content and well-being spread within him. The sound of water turned off in the other room.

Feeling something hit him in the chest, he started and opened his eyes. Ryan stood livid over him with a towel about his waist and still dripping from his shower.

“YOU USED MY HAIR GLOSS AS LUBE!?” Ryan practically spit as he yelled. Spence grunted and closed his eyes again. Ryan kicked him in the side, but Spence didn’t open his eyes. What could the bitch possibly want now? Spence smirked at the thought.

Ryan really WAS the bitch.

I came for the porn and stayed for the articles

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:23:08 GMT

My first post on lj because I use this mainly to keep a link list of memories. However, I've started writing some short stories and a longer novel. I may actually decide to post some things so I thought I should check all this out first.
I've decided to enter a competition at Writer's Digest this month. Wish me luck!
Also, I would really like to try my hand at slash. My favorite pairing is Spencer/Brendon. If anyone wants to give prompts, that'd be cool.