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another good word for 'fellatio'
[Ryan/Brendon, 1220 words, NC-17]
Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.
Oh god, I'm horrible. This is evidently what happens when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shleemeri says "LET'S TALK ABOUT RYAN ROSS'S LIPS".
Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.
But he attempts to not go on about it when Brendon goes down on him, tries not to make too much noise, because it's not--it's not that great, really it's not, even when he does that thing with his tongue and his lips together and ohfuck--
"Admit it, you need pointers from me, Ross," Brendon says after he's swallowed and wiped his mouth clean, and Ryan rolls off the bed and goes into the bathroom without another word.
The next day Ryan's moping around, and when Spencer gets sick of him moping around and tells him to knock it the fuck off, Ryan says, petulantly, "Brendon gives better head than me."
Spencer rolls his eyes and replies, "'kay. What's your point?"
"It's fucking embarrassing, okay? Like. I don't even like thinking about it."
"Um, then don't, and don't let him suck you off if it's just gonna make you emo," Spencer says, and just then Brendon bounds into the room.
"Who's emo?" he asks, and Spencer jerks his head at Ryan. "Ah, right, yeah. Is it the blowjob thing, Ross? 'Cause, seriously, I can show--"
Ryan leaves the room. Again.
~
But, eventually, Ryan gives in. He can only mope for so long.
"You are doing this, Ryan, god. I'm sick of you whining, alright? Just--just get on your knees and I'll help with the rest." Ryan really, really wishes Brendon didn't sound so goddamn smug.
But he kneels on the carpet at the foot of the bed and sort of parts Brendon's legs, making room for himself, and Brendon nods, saying, "Yeah, just get comfortable."
"Shut up, Urie, I know this part," Ryan says, glaring up at him through his fringe of hair.
They tug Brendon's jeans down, just enough to get Brendon's cock free and clear and huh. He's already hard, which...okay. That's a plus.
"Just lick me, once." Brendon sounds like he's tutoring him in fucking calculus.
Ryan grits his teeth, but still presses the flat of his tongue along the underside of Brendon's cock, against the thick ridge hiding there. He licks up slowly, carefully, and Brendon makes a pleased little humming sound. "Perfect, yeah, now do the head."
Ryan swirls his tongue around the slit, but it's evidently too fast, because Brendon's immediately pushing him back, saying, "No, not like that, you're already rushing it." He's suddenly griping himself, and with his thumb, he traces the head gently, but with enough pressure Ryan actually sees him bite his lower lip, just a little.
"Gotta be easy at first, okay?"
Ryan nods. His mouth is suddenly wet. "Yeah, okay. Got it."
Brendon drops his hand and leans back on his elbows, and Ryan puts his mouth back to its task, back to licking at the slit that's now a little saltier than it was a few minutes ago.
He counts the seconds in his head--one, two, three--and when he gets to around ten, he hears it, the little catch in Brendon's breathing, and he feels it in the tiniest twitch of Brendon's hips. He's doing something right.
Ryan sucks him down further into his throat, and above him Brendon says, his voice a touch deeper, rougher, "Now use your hand. Wrap it around the base and use your fingers on--on my balls."
Ryan nearly has to pull off and gasp for breath.
He does what he's told, circling his right thumb and forefinger around the base of Brendon's cock and using his left to skim over the hot, thin pulsing skin just underneath. He keeps his touch light, almost teasing, and soon Brendon says, "Harder," even though he doesn't specify. Ryan doesn't press deeper, and that makes Brendon sort of growl and add, "Use your hand. Just--use your fucking hands." His eyes are closed and his jaw flexes.
Ryan smirks.
"How do you want my hands?" he pulls off to ask, licking his already slick, slightly swollen lips. He watches Brendon suck in enough air to answer and oh, yeah. He feels really fucking smug right now.
But Brendon finally opens his eyes and glares, because he can hear the smirk in Ryan's voice, and then it's pretty much on. He reaches down, takes his cock in his hand, and pumps himself in deep, slow-motion tugs. "Like this," Brendon says, voice smoky and sex-filled.
Before he can pull his hand back, Ryan leans in and sucks him back into his throat, his lips hitting Brendon's thumb, the curve of his palm, and Brendon gasps and says, "Oh, god," and Ryan can't help but smile and swirl his tongue quickly over the head. He tastes too much bitterness, which is kind of awesome.
Brendon keeps his hand in place, keeps squeezing himself to the rhythm of Ryan's mouth, and Ryan would've been completely in control of the situation had Brendon not brushed his thumb up and over Ryan's mouth, tracing the corner of his mouth, and that--that's so--Ryan's brain goes to blank snow for a moment. He can't think at all, and he loses his motion.
"No, fuck, don't stop," and Brendon's pleading, his voice high and tight, and Ryan can only nod, his eyes closed, and reply, "Not stopping, not--I can't--" It becomes sloppy and hurried and probably not even remotely skillful whatsoever, but Brendon's hips are lifting off the bed and his hand is suddenly tangled in Ryan's hair, twisting almost viciously, and then his entire body goes completely rigid right before he yells--yells--"Fuck, Ross, yes--" and comes in Ryan's mouth, a hot rush that takes Ryan nearly four swallows.
Brendon collapses back on the bed, gasping loudly. Ryan pulls off and sits back on his heels, his knees screaming in protest. He's one hundred and fifty percent hard and in a lot of discomfort, but he's not about to let on.
"So," Ryan says, his voice full of fake innocence, "was that satisfactory?"
Brendon lays there on the bed and doesn't say anything for the moment, and Ryan watches the way his chest rises and falls, wishing for the first time that maybe they should've at least rid themselves of their shirts.
He hears what could be "cmarfg", but after a second Brendon says, "C'mere." Ryan sits up and maybe starts to protest, but suddenly Brendon's hauling Ryan up the bed, over him, then under him, rolling Ryan onto the mattress and sliding down his body, prying his jeans open, and then, finally, he licks over the head of Ryan's cock, hard and dirty, and Ryan sighs, rather pathetically (see: needy), and groans.
"I don't--god--need--jesus, Brendon--anymore--fuck--tips."
Brendon smiles, his mouth full of Ryan's cock, and replies, "Encore performance," and Ryan wants to hit him, he really does, but he can't pay attention after that, because, well. His brain sort of fades to black.
When he comes some time later (read: about a minute, perhaps two), Ryan's panting and staring up at the ceiling as his vision clears. Brendon slinks back up his body and grins, his cheeks pink and slightly damp with sweat.
"Damn, I am fucking amazing," he says, kissing Ryan's chin loudly.
Ryan kicks him off the bed.
another good word for 'fellatio'
[Ryan/Brendon, 1220 words, NC-17]
Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.
Oh god, I'm horrible. This is evidently what happens when
shleemeri says "LET'S TALK ABOUT RYAN ROSS'S LIPS". Ryan is offended that Brendon gives better head.
But he attempts to not go on about it when Brendon goes down on him, tries not to make too much noise, because it's not--it's not that great, really it's not, even when he does that thing with his tongue and his lips together and ohfuck--
"Admit it, you need pointers from me, Ross," Brendon says after he's swallowed and wiped his mouth clean, and Ryan rolls off the bed and goes into the bathroom without another word.
The next day Ryan's moping around, and when Spencer gets sick of him moping around and tells him to knock it the fuck off, Ryan says, petulantly, "Brendon gives better head than me."
Spencer rolls his eyes and replies, "'kay. What's your point?"
"It's fucking embarrassing, okay? Like. I don't even like thinking about it."
"Um, then don't, and don't let him suck you off if it's just gonna make you emo," Spencer says, and just then Brendon bounds into the room.
"Who's emo?" he asks, and Spencer jerks his head at Ryan. "Ah, right, yeah. Is it the blowjob thing, Ross? 'Cause, seriously, I can show--"
Ryan leaves the room. Again.
~
But, eventually, Ryan gives in. He can only mope for so long.
"You are doing this, Ryan, god. I'm sick of you whining, alright? Just--just get on your knees and I'll help with the rest." Ryan really, really wishes Brendon didn't sound so goddamn smug.
But he kneels on the carpet at the foot of the bed and sort of parts Brendon's legs, making room for himself, and Brendon nods, saying, "Yeah, just get comfortable."
"Shut up, Urie, I know this part," Ryan says, glaring up at him through his fringe of hair.
They tug Brendon's jeans down, just enough to get Brendon's cock free and clear and huh. He's already hard, which...okay. That's a plus.
"Just lick me, once." Brendon sounds like he's tutoring him in fucking calculus.
Ryan grits his teeth, but still presses the flat of his tongue along the underside of Brendon's cock, against the thick ridge hiding there. He licks up slowly, carefully, and Brendon makes a pleased little humming sound. "Perfect, yeah, now do the head."
Ryan swirls his tongue around the slit, but it's evidently too fast, because Brendon's immediately pushing him back, saying, "No, not like that, you're already rushing it." He's suddenly griping himself, and with his thumb, he traces the head gently, but with enough pressure Ryan actually sees him bite his lower lip, just a little.
"Gotta be easy at first, okay?"
Ryan nods. His mouth is suddenly wet. "Yeah, okay. Got it."
Brendon drops his hand and leans back on his elbows, and Ryan puts his mouth back to its task, back to licking at the slit that's now a little saltier than it was a few minutes ago.
He counts the seconds in his head--one, two, three--and when he gets to around ten, he hears it, the little catch in Brendon's breathing, and he feels it in the tiniest twitch of Brendon's hips. He's doing something right.
Ryan sucks him down further into his throat, and above him Brendon says, his voice a touch deeper, rougher, "Now use your hand. Wrap it around the base and use your fingers on--on my balls."
Ryan nearly has to pull off and gasp for breath.
He does what he's told, circling his right thumb and forefinger around the base of Brendon's cock and using his left to skim over the hot, thin pulsing skin just underneath. He keeps his touch light, almost teasing, and soon Brendon says, "Harder," even though he doesn't specify. Ryan doesn't press deeper, and that makes Brendon sort of growl and add, "Use your hand. Just--use your fucking hands." His eyes are closed and his jaw flexes.
Ryan smirks.
"How do you want my hands?" he pulls off to ask, licking his already slick, slightly swollen lips. He watches Brendon suck in enough air to answer and oh, yeah. He feels really fucking smug right now.
But Brendon finally opens his eyes and glares, because he can hear the smirk in Ryan's voice, and then it's pretty much on. He reaches down, takes his cock in his hand, and pumps himself in deep, slow-motion tugs. "Like this," Brendon says, voice smoky and sex-filled.
Before he can pull his hand back, Ryan leans in and sucks him back into his throat, his lips hitting Brendon's thumb, the curve of his palm, and Brendon gasps and says, "Oh, god," and Ryan can't help but smile and swirl his tongue quickly over the head. He tastes too much bitterness, which is kind of awesome.
Brendon keeps his hand in place, keeps squeezing himself to the rhythm of Ryan's mouth, and Ryan would've been completely in control of the situation had Brendon not brushed his thumb up and over Ryan's mouth, tracing the corner of his mouth, and that--that's so--Ryan's brain goes to blank snow for a moment. He can't think at all, and he loses his motion.
"No, fuck, don't stop," and Brendon's pleading, his voice high and tight, and Ryan can only nod, his eyes closed, and reply, "Not stopping, not--I can't--" It becomes sloppy and hurried and probably not even remotely skillful whatsoever, but Brendon's hips are lifting off the bed and his hand is suddenly tangled in Ryan's hair, twisting almost viciously, and then his entire body goes completely rigid right before he yells--yells--"Fuck, Ross, yes--" and comes in Ryan's mouth, a hot rush that takes Ryan nearly four swallows.
Brendon collapses back on the bed, gasping loudly. Ryan pulls off and sits back on his heels, his knees screaming in protest. He's one hundred and fifty percent hard and in a lot of discomfort, but he's not about to let on.
"So," Ryan says, his voice full of fake innocence, "was that satisfactory?"
Brendon lays there on the bed and doesn't say anything for the moment, and Ryan watches the way his chest rises and falls, wishing for the first time that maybe they should've at least rid themselves of their shirts.
He hears what could be "cmarfg", but after a second Brendon says, "C'mere." Ryan sits up and maybe starts to protest, but suddenly Brendon's hauling Ryan up the bed, over him, then under him, rolling Ryan onto the mattress and sliding down his body, prying his jeans open, and then, finally, he licks over the head of Ryan's cock, hard and dirty, and Ryan sighs, rather pathetically (see: needy), and groans.
"I don't--god--need--jesus, Brendon--anymore--fuck--tips."
Brendon smiles, his mouth full of Ryan's cock, and replies, "Encore performance," and Ryan wants to hit him, he really does, but he can't pay attention after that, because, well. His brain sort of fades to black.
When he comes some time later (read: about a minute, perhaps two), Ryan's panting and staring up at the ceiling as his vision clears. Brendon slinks back up his body and grins, his cheeks pink and slightly damp with sweat.
"Damn, I am fucking amazing," he says, kissing Ryan's chin loudly.
Ryan kicks him off the bed.
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I approve muchly of this and want to subscribe to your newsletter of AWESOME PRON.
But, yes, this was awesome.
And did I mention awesome?
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&hearts
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GO TEAM YOU!
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One thing, though...when I got to: "Brendon's hips are cantering off the bed" I kinda burst out laughing. Did you mean, "canting"? Because "cantering" brings to mind an entirely different image for me ;)
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*headdesk*
Ummm, yeah. Sorry about that. This was posted unbeta'd, can you tell? HEH. I CHANGED IT TO "LIFTING", I THINK THAT'S THE SAFEST BET.
ANYWHO, thanks, LOL.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Also, NNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!!
Hot + Funny = YOU AND I SHOULD GO OUT, OK?
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Pr0n makes me happy. You win.
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*meeeeeeemories*
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SO VERY, VERY HAPPY!
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And thank you!
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All my fic can be found by fandom in my memories or my tags. :)
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Mmmmmmmmmmyes.
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P.S. It was really good, I liked it!
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