One Time Rian Got Stabbed by a Boner (He Hopes It Never Happens Again)
Title: One Time Rian Got Stabbed by a Boner (He Hopes It Never Happens Again)
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Ryzik (Rian Dawson/Matt Flyzik, and also some Rian/Grieco in honor of Gabe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His first time was with a guy called Matt, and it was in a bed with Mickey Mouse sheets and that is one hell of a story.
Disclaimer: Um um um the only thing I own in this story is the Mickey Mouse dolls/sheets. and also the thing that happens to Rian is kind of mine except not really because apparently it happened to my teacher but thats all I'm gonna say 'cause I don't wanna ruin a perfectly good fic~
A/N: This is the prequel type thing to Three Times Zack's Cats Cockblocked Rian (and Two Times They Didn't). Some people thought I should write it and yeah it seemed like it'd be fun. This is the worst/most awkward thing I've ever written. Ever. You've been warned.
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come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Rian comes out to everyone at his fourteenth birthday party-thing when one of his friends dares him to kiss Alex Grieco, the guy who has been flamboyantly gay since he was like, five years old.
He's a little bit nervous, because he's never actually even kissed a girl before (the idea of it is a little unsettling to him). The idea of being gay isn't new to him, he's jerked off to gay porn way more times than he has straight, but he still isn't sure, still doesn't know.
They're sitting in a circle, a couple girls and a lot of guys and Grieco will go along with pretty much everything, so he's just kind of chilling on the inside of the circle, talking to Lisa about a Louis Viton belt or some shit like that. "Ok," Rian says, and he moves closer to Alex, wetting his lips nervously.
Grieco curves his hand around the back of Rian's neck, glances around and then covers his lips with his own, their lips touching in a kiss that's almost chaste, except... it really isn't. Rian pulls back like Grieco's lips shocked him, and they kind of did in a way, but then he's leaning forward and kissing him again, trying to figure out if he'll feel that thing again or if it was just a one off. He hears cat calls vaguely in the background, and when he pulls back him and Grieco were just making out and he looks a little bit smug and Rian just says, 'oh' kind of quietly, and then again a little louder.
His friends all look at him, and Rian blinks, doesn't even think before he blurts out, "Uh, I think I'm gay."
No one even has the decency to look surprised, and Kyle just says, "Finally, thank you for admitting it to everyone."
-
Rian has his first real, legitimate boyfriend when he is fifteen. The guy's a year older than him, and he has a lip ring and plugs in his ears and he's very punk rock and Rian had been crushing on him for like, three months before shit got real and he was asked out on a movie-date.
Matt is amazingly funny and hot and cool, and he has this quirky obsession with Mickey Mouse. Rian teases him relentlessly about it once they get past the awkward stage in their dating and into the more comfortable stage.
His first handjob comes from Matt. They're on the sofa in Matt's basement bedroom (because the lucky fucker gets his whole basement as his bedroom, and he has like, his own kitchen practically) and making out when Matt's hand is suddenly in his pants and around his cock and Jesus fucking fuck, that feels fucking spectacular. Matt strokes him slowly, kissing along his jaw and then says quietly in his ear, "I'd really like it if you fucked me."
Rian yelps and then comes on the spot.
His eyes are wide as he stares at Matt, and okay, wow, yes. "Like... Now?" he asks, and that worries him a bit but he'll go with it, this might only happen once and he might die if Matt withdraws his offer.
"How about we build up to it," Matt suggests, and right, he's has had sex before, Matt has experience, he knows what he's doing and that is both immensely relieving and also worrying for Rian because what if he's actually really bad at it?
Rian nods, shifting a little uncertainly and Matt sees how he's a little bit nervous, pulling him over and leaning forward to slot their lips together. "Just say if you want to stop okay?" he murmurs, and Rian nods again, more sure of this himself this time because he does want this, he doesn't want to stop.
Matt is half hard from when he gave Rian the handjob, because Rian is incredibly responsive (and also fifteen) and it's hard not to get turned on by the sounds he's capable of.
"Can I-" Rian pauses, thinks about what he says and tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Can I blow you?"
Matt groans a little, feels his cock twitch in his pants and nods, stroking his thumb over Rian's jaw and leaning forward to kiss him again.
Rian shifts down and slides down the sofa, rearranging Matt's limbs so one leg is bent at the knee and one is resting on the floor, Rian nestled between his legs. He rests his hands on Matt's hips for a few seconds, and then edges down the basketball shorts that he was wearing, pulling them down to his thighs.
He pulls his boxers down too, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks at Matt's skin. He wraps his hand around his cock, and it feels similar to his own, a vein running down the underside and blood pulsing underneath the skin. It's fascinating, his hand moving slowly over his him and watching Matt respond to his touch.
He bows his head and licks an experimental stripe up the underside, and he knows the logistics of giving head, has seen enough porn to have a pretty good idea of it.
He wraps his lips around the tip and then goes further down, taking him further and further into his mouth, inch by fucking inch. It's a lot different from what he expected.
He doesn't taste - well, he doesn't taste exactly good, but it isn't bad either. Matt's cock rests hot and heavy on his tongue, and Rian can feel a trail of saliva dripping down his chin and blowjobs are messy, wow.
A lot of things happen at once all of a sudden: Rian goes too far and chokes, gagging as he pulls off of Matt, and Matt thrusts up at the same time, and the physics of it are unclear but one way or another Rian has just been stabbed in the eye by Matt's boner.
“Um.” Rian said, and his eyes are watering and he looks a lot horrified and oh my god if he could just die now he would. He is never going to try anyone a blow job again he is going to get a fucking black eye thanks to a cock.
Matt looks mildly horrified. “Um,” Rian says again, and it doesn’t really hurt and his eyes have stopped watering but this is easily the most awkward thing that has happened since meteorites wiped out the dinosaurs and yeah.
“So,” the older boy says, and Rian blinks a lot.
“Um,” he repeats, and seriously, why do things like this even happen? "I have to go," Rian says quickly, and in his head he's like, wow, good job getting stabbed by a boner Rian, way to kill the mood. He doubts that Matt will ever want to have sex with him again because he's just an awkward lump of awkward who does awkward things like getting stabbed in the eye with his boyfriends dick.
He gets his pants done up and his hoodie on in record time, and he grabs his shoes and is out of Matt's basement room thing before Matt can even formulate words. Honestly, Rian's first blowjob went spectacularly compared to his considering he threw up on the guys dick. (He doesn't actually remember who it was because it was his first time getting drunk and no one told him not to mix drinks. All he remembers is that the guy had yellow streaks in his hair.)
Matt calls him that night, and Rian almost, almost, almost doesn't pick up when he sees who it is on his cellphone, but he can't just ignore the damn call.
They don't talk about The Incident, it's like a mutual agreement to never ever talk about it again, and Rian is absolutely 150% sure he is never ever going to bring it up again.
When Rian next sees Matt, about a week later since they go to different schools, there's evidence of a black eye that's actually kind of green in color, and Matt actually feels kind of bad. He doesn't ask what Rian told people about it even though he's dying to know.
They watch part of the first Jurassic Park movie, but Rian can't really focus on it, keeps taking these short looks at Matt and he's kind of stupidly in love with him right now, because he kind of just seems to get it.
Matt sees the looks Rian keeps giving him and he thinks it's fucking adorable. He finally leans over and turns the movie down, cupping Rian's face in his hands and kissing him until it ends with Rian laying ontop of Matt, hands tangled in his hair in a heavy makeout session.
"Do you want to-?" Matt asks when Rian pulls back because his lungs are threatening to give out if he deprives them of oxygen any longer, and the question hangs heavy in the air for a few moments before Rian nods.
"Yeah," he breathes, and Matt leans up and connects their lips together, kissing him shortly. He pushes him off him and then pulls off his own shirt and dropping it to the floor, and Rian takes a second to think about how lucky he is to have scored a guy like Matt.
Matt tangles their hands together and pulls him down the basement hallway to his bedroom, and this is actually the first time he's ever been in there.
And it looks like his five year old cousins bedroom, what. He glances at Matt and he actually looks a little nervous. "I kind of, like." he says, and Rian nods, because he doesn't quite get it and it's a little bit (a lot) weird. "I just like Mickey Mouse."
There are Mickey Mouse sheets on the bed, and that is fucking weird okay, no if ands or buts about it. Matt kind of hesitates before he drops down onto the bed and pulls Rian ontop of him, and he's taller than him but he's a lot skinnier, and he likes the way that Rian fits over his body, honestly.
They make out again for a few minutes, their clothes slowly pulling disappearing acts until Matt pulls back and shifts up the bed. "You know what you're doing, right?" he asks, and Rian's brain automatically goes to the porn he's watched (the things he read) and tries not to think about how he jerked off to it.
"Yeah," he says, and Matt presses a bottle of lube into his hands, and he doesn't really look nervous or anything, more... anticipatory.
He wriggles out of the boxerbriefs and kicks them to the floor to join other articles of clothing and looks at Rian again, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "How do you want me?" he asks, and part of him keeps forgetting that this is Rian's first time, that he has very little idea of what it is he's doing because really, porn is not what sex is actually like.
"Um," Rian says, and he thinks about the things he read on the Internet. "On your front," he says quietly, and he is really. Fucking. Nervous.
He pours some lube over his fingers and bites hard on his lip, almost jumping when Matt says "You can just go straight to two," he glances around the room and immediately wishes that he hadn't done that because there are Mickey Mouse dolls everywhere and they are like positioned so they're all staring at the bed or something.
"Fuck," Rian mutters, and then slides two fingers inside of his boyfriend, like he said. He pulls then out and pushes them back in a few times, scissoring his fingers like the internet page had told him too.
Matt has one hand twisted in the sheets, his face hiding in his other arm and Rian can feel his hips moving back against his hand, but it isn't until he hears a soft moan that he realizes he isn't the only one getting off on this. "Hey, Ri? I'm good," Matt says quietly, twisting his head around to look at Rian and Rian blinks at him for a second, because he's never looked like that before, and he has the most ridiculous, I'm doing this to him kind of feeling.
He hears the crinkle of foil and then Matt is twisted around and half sitting up, rolling a condom over his Rian's dick, and Rian is kind of glad that Matt did it because he used like a box on himself and only got it right twice.
Matt lays back down, and Rian takes a hold of his cock, squeezing the base because he hadn't realized how close to the edge he was until Matt touched him. He tightens his hold until the feeling of gonnacomegonnacomegonnacome passes, resting one hand on Matt's lower back as he pushes in.
Matt feels the full body shudder that goes through Rian, moans quietly when Rian pulls out and thrusts back in slowly. Rian thinks he might pass out in a second. This is the coolest thing he has ever done holy fuck.
And then Matt clenches around him and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Rian can't help it, his hips snap forward and he gasps out a warning and then comes.
And suddenly it's tied with being stabbed in the eye with a dick as the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to him because he didn't even last three minutes.
He pulls out and gets the condom off and ties it and chucks it over into the trash can (it makes it in, thankfully, if he had to get up to actually throw it away again he would step on s kitten) and doesn't look at Matt for a long minute.
Matt rolls his eyes because honestly, he did not expect anything less from Rian. He rolls over and leans forward and says, "Quit being stupid, you did better than I expected," as he presses their lips together again, and he pulls Rian down ontop of him and their hands tangle together as they jack him off until he comes with a quiet moan over their hands.
"You'll get better," Matt says afterwards, when they're just lying on his bed all quiet and afterglow-y.
"You better get rid of these fucking sheets," Rian mumbles, and he feels weird because there is probably cum on them and Mickey Mouse is on these sheets and that is practically like indirect pedophilia or something.
“No fucking way,” Matt snorts, biting Rian’s shoulder to show him just how serious he is about not getting rid of his sheets.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Ryzik (Rian Dawson/Matt Flyzik, and also some Rian/Grieco in honor of Gabe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His first time was with a guy called Matt, and it was in a bed with Mickey Mouse sheets and that is one hell of a story.
Disclaimer: Um um um the only thing I own in this story is the Mickey Mouse dolls/sheets. and also the thing that happens to Rian is kind of mine except not really because apparently it happened to my teacher but thats all I'm gonna say 'cause I don't wanna ruin a perfectly good fic~
A/N: This is the prequel type thing to Three Times Zack's Cats Cockblocked Rian (and Two Times They Didn't). Some people thought I should write it and yeah it seemed like it'd be fun. This is the worst/most awkward thing I've ever written. Ever. You've been warned.
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Rian comes out to everyone at his fourteenth birthday party-thing when one of his friends dares him to kiss Alex Grieco, the guy who has been flamboyantly gay since he was like, five years old.
He's a little bit nervous, because he's never actually even kissed a girl before (the idea of it is a little unsettling to him). The idea of being gay isn't new to him, he's jerked off to gay porn way more times than he has straight, but he still isn't sure, still doesn't know.
They're sitting in a circle, a couple girls and a lot of guys and Grieco will go along with pretty much everything, so he's just kind of chilling on the inside of the circle, talking to Lisa about a Louis Viton belt or some shit like that. "Ok," Rian says, and he moves closer to Alex, wetting his lips nervously.
Grieco curves his hand around the back of Rian's neck, glances around and then covers his lips with his own, their lips touching in a kiss that's almost chaste, except... it really isn't. Rian pulls back like Grieco's lips shocked him, and they kind of did in a way, but then he's leaning forward and kissing him again, trying to figure out if he'll feel that thing again or if it was just a one off. He hears cat calls vaguely in the background, and when he pulls back him and Grieco were just making out and he looks a little bit smug and Rian just says, 'oh' kind of quietly, and then again a little louder.
His friends all look at him, and Rian blinks, doesn't even think before he blurts out, "Uh, I think I'm gay."
No one even has the decency to look surprised, and Kyle just says, "Finally, thank you for admitting it to everyone."
-
Rian has his first real, legitimate boyfriend when he is fifteen. The guy's a year older than him, and he has a lip ring and plugs in his ears and he's very punk rock and Rian had been crushing on him for like, three months before shit got real and he was asked out on a movie-date.
Matt is amazingly funny and hot and cool, and he has this quirky obsession with Mickey Mouse. Rian teases him relentlessly about it once they get past the awkward stage in their dating and into the more comfortable stage.
His first handjob comes from Matt. They're on the sofa in Matt's basement bedroom (because the lucky fucker gets his whole basement as his bedroom, and he has like, his own kitchen practically) and making out when Matt's hand is suddenly in his pants and around his cock and Jesus fucking fuck, that feels fucking spectacular. Matt strokes him slowly, kissing along his jaw and then says quietly in his ear, "I'd really like it if you fucked me."
Rian yelps and then comes on the spot.
His eyes are wide as he stares at Matt, and okay, wow, yes. "Like... Now?" he asks, and that worries him a bit but he'll go with it, this might only happen once and he might die if Matt withdraws his offer.
"How about we build up to it," Matt suggests, and right, he's has had sex before, Matt has experience, he knows what he's doing and that is both immensely relieving and also worrying for Rian because what if he's actually really bad at it?
Rian nods, shifting a little uncertainly and Matt sees how he's a little bit nervous, pulling him over and leaning forward to slot their lips together. "Just say if you want to stop okay?" he murmurs, and Rian nods again, more sure of this himself this time because he does want this, he doesn't want to stop.
Matt is half hard from when he gave Rian the handjob, because Rian is incredibly responsive (and also fifteen) and it's hard not to get turned on by the sounds he's capable of.
"Can I-" Rian pauses, thinks about what he says and tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Can I blow you?"
Matt groans a little, feels his cock twitch in his pants and nods, stroking his thumb over Rian's jaw and leaning forward to kiss him again.
Rian shifts down and slides down the sofa, rearranging Matt's limbs so one leg is bent at the knee and one is resting on the floor, Rian nestled between his legs. He rests his hands on Matt's hips for a few seconds, and then edges down the basketball shorts that he was wearing, pulling them down to his thighs.
He pulls his boxers down too, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks at Matt's skin. He wraps his hand around his cock, and it feels similar to his own, a vein running down the underside and blood pulsing underneath the skin. It's fascinating, his hand moving slowly over his him and watching Matt respond to his touch.
He bows his head and licks an experimental stripe up the underside, and he knows the logistics of giving head, has seen enough porn to have a pretty good idea of it.
He wraps his lips around the tip and then goes further down, taking him further and further into his mouth, inch by fucking inch. It's a lot different from what he expected.
He doesn't taste - well, he doesn't taste exactly good, but it isn't bad either. Matt's cock rests hot and heavy on his tongue, and Rian can feel a trail of saliva dripping down his chin and blowjobs are messy, wow.
A lot of things happen at once all of a sudden: Rian goes too far and chokes, gagging as he pulls off of Matt, and Matt thrusts up at the same time, and the physics of it are unclear but one way or another Rian has just been stabbed in the eye by Matt's boner.
“Um.” Rian said, and his eyes are watering and he looks a lot horrified and oh my god if he could just die now he would. He is never going to try anyone a blow job again he is going to get a fucking black eye thanks to a cock.
Matt looks mildly horrified. “Um,” Rian says again, and it doesn’t really hurt and his eyes have stopped watering but this is easily the most awkward thing that has happened since meteorites wiped out the dinosaurs and yeah.
“So,” the older boy says, and Rian blinks a lot.
“Um,” he repeats, and seriously, why do things like this even happen? "I have to go," Rian says quickly, and in his head he's like, wow, good job getting stabbed by a boner Rian, way to kill the mood. He doubts that Matt will ever want to have sex with him again because he's just an awkward lump of awkward who does awkward things like getting stabbed in the eye with his boyfriends dick.
He gets his pants done up and his hoodie on in record time, and he grabs his shoes and is out of Matt's basement room thing before Matt can even formulate words. Honestly, Rian's first blowjob went spectacularly compared to his considering he threw up on the guys dick. (He doesn't actually remember who it was because it was his first time getting drunk and no one told him not to mix drinks. All he remembers is that the guy had yellow streaks in his hair.)
Matt calls him that night, and Rian almost, almost, almost doesn't pick up when he sees who it is on his cellphone, but he can't just ignore the damn call.
They don't talk about The Incident, it's like a mutual agreement to never ever talk about it again, and Rian is absolutely 150% sure he is never ever going to bring it up again.
When Rian next sees Matt, about a week later since they go to different schools, there's evidence of a black eye that's actually kind of green in color, and Matt actually feels kind of bad. He doesn't ask what Rian told people about it even though he's dying to know.
They watch part of the first Jurassic Park movie, but Rian can't really focus on it, keeps taking these short looks at Matt and he's kind of stupidly in love with him right now, because he kind of just seems to get it.
Matt sees the looks Rian keeps giving him and he thinks it's fucking adorable. He finally leans over and turns the movie down, cupping Rian's face in his hands and kissing him until it ends with Rian laying ontop of Matt, hands tangled in his hair in a heavy makeout session.
"Do you want to-?" Matt asks when Rian pulls back because his lungs are threatening to give out if he deprives them of oxygen any longer, and the question hangs heavy in the air for a few moments before Rian nods.
"Yeah," he breathes, and Matt leans up and connects their lips together, kissing him shortly. He pushes him off him and then pulls off his own shirt and dropping it to the floor, and Rian takes a second to think about how lucky he is to have scored a guy like Matt.
Matt tangles their hands together and pulls him down the basement hallway to his bedroom, and this is actually the first time he's ever been in there.
And it looks like his five year old cousins bedroom, what. He glances at Matt and he actually looks a little nervous. "I kind of, like." he says, and Rian nods, because he doesn't quite get it and it's a little bit (a lot) weird. "I just like Mickey Mouse."
There are Mickey Mouse sheets on the bed, and that is fucking weird okay, no if ands or buts about it. Matt kind of hesitates before he drops down onto the bed and pulls Rian ontop of him, and he's taller than him but he's a lot skinnier, and he likes the way that Rian fits over his body, honestly.
They make out again for a few minutes, their clothes slowly pulling disappearing acts until Matt pulls back and shifts up the bed. "You know what you're doing, right?" he asks, and Rian's brain automatically goes to the porn he's watched (the things he read) and tries not to think about how he jerked off to it.
"Yeah," he says, and Matt presses a bottle of lube into his hands, and he doesn't really look nervous or anything, more... anticipatory.
He wriggles out of the boxerbriefs and kicks them to the floor to join other articles of clothing and looks at Rian again, sucking his lip ring into his mouth. "How do you want me?" he asks, and part of him keeps forgetting that this is Rian's first time, that he has very little idea of what it is he's doing because really, porn is not what sex is actually like.
"Um," Rian says, and he thinks about the things he read on the Internet. "On your front," he says quietly, and he is really. Fucking. Nervous.
He pours some lube over his fingers and bites hard on his lip, almost jumping when Matt says "You can just go straight to two," he glances around the room and immediately wishes that he hadn't done that because there are Mickey Mouse dolls everywhere and they are like positioned so they're all staring at the bed or something.
"Fuck," Rian mutters, and then slides two fingers inside of his boyfriend, like he said. He pulls then out and pushes them back in a few times, scissoring his fingers like the internet page had told him too.
Matt has one hand twisted in the sheets, his face hiding in his other arm and Rian can feel his hips moving back against his hand, but it isn't until he hears a soft moan that he realizes he isn't the only one getting off on this. "Hey, Ri? I'm good," Matt says quietly, twisting his head around to look at Rian and Rian blinks at him for a second, because he's never looked like that before, and he has the most ridiculous, I'm doing this to him kind of feeling.
He hears the crinkle of foil and then Matt is twisted around and half sitting up, rolling a condom over his Rian's dick, and Rian is kind of glad that Matt did it because he used like a box on himself and only got it right twice.
Matt lays back down, and Rian takes a hold of his cock, squeezing the base because he hadn't realized how close to the edge he was until Matt touched him. He tightens his hold until the feeling of gonnacomegonnacomegonnacome passes, resting one hand on Matt's lower back as he pushes in.
Matt feels the full body shudder that goes through Rian, moans quietly when Rian pulls out and thrusts back in slowly. Rian thinks he might pass out in a second. This is the coolest thing he has ever done holy fuck.
And then Matt clenches around him and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Rian can't help it, his hips snap forward and he gasps out a warning and then comes.
And suddenly it's tied with being stabbed in the eye with a dick as the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to him because he didn't even last three minutes.
He pulls out and gets the condom off and ties it and chucks it over into the trash can (it makes it in, thankfully, if he had to get up to actually throw it away again he would step on s kitten) and doesn't look at Matt for a long minute.
Matt rolls his eyes because honestly, he did not expect anything less from Rian. He rolls over and leans forward and says, "Quit being stupid, you did better than I expected," as he presses their lips together again, and he pulls Rian down ontop of him and their hands tangle together as they jack him off until he comes with a quiet moan over their hands.
"You'll get better," Matt says afterwards, when they're just lying on his bed all quiet and afterglow-y.
"You better get rid of these fucking sheets," Rian mumbles, and he feels weird because there is probably cum on them and Mickey Mouse is on these sheets and that is practically like indirect pedophilia or something.
“No fucking way,” Matt snorts, biting Rian’s shoulder to show him just how serious he is about not getting rid of his sheets.