instead of doing something important like saving the world
Final part as promised. I hope everyone's enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)
Title: That's What He Said (3/3)
Author: Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon/Spencer/Jon, mentions of Ryan/Pete
Summary: Truckstops and Statelines and conflict resolution.
Disclaimer: Probably didn't happen like this.
Beta: gigantic did a lovely beta job on this; CJ, thank you. Thanks also to deliberatehips and callsigns for reading bits and pieces along the way - the encouragement is always appreciated.
Note: Third and final part! If you've been quiet so far, please do speak up now - it'd mean a lot to me to know what you've thought of it. :)
part one
part two
They were curled around each other in bed when Spencer and Jon came back, carrying a few bags and flushed from the cold. Jon raised an eyebrow at the picked-apart room service trays, and Ryan waved a tentative hello at him. Jon smiled back.
"Did you have fun?" Spencer asked, smirking, and Ryan nodded at him, snuggling back into Brendon's grip. Brendon squeezed him and kissed the back of his neck.
"Ryan's a great fuck," Brendon said, Ryan made an annoyed sound, not sure if he wanted to be reduced to that; Brendon rubbed his stomach, conciliatory, as Spencer grinned, stripping off his layers, not stopping at his coat and scarf. "Did you boys have a good time shopping?"
"My feet hurt," Jon complained, "Spencer made me go into every store in the entire Boise metro area." Brendon stretched a plaintive hand toward him, and Jon approached the bed, leaving his shirt on the floor next to Spencer's.
"Well, if you'd let me buy you better shoes," Spencer told him, grabbing Jon around the waist from behind and unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants and pushing them down so Jon could step out of them.
"Have you guys been hanging out when we're not around or something?" Ryan said, eyes narrowed. "You're awfully friendly."
"Brendon just spent all day fucking you," Spencer said, dipping his fingers into Jon's boxers, "I've adopted your idea of friends."
"Hey!" Ryan said, frowning, but then Spencer nuzzled Jon's neck, Jon bringing a hand up to touch Spencer's cheek, and okay, friends like this were just fine in Ryan's book. Spencer pushed Jon forward so he landed on the bed in front of Ryan, close up, and Ryan blinked at him - were they supposed to kiss? They had to kiss at some point, right?
"Don't be impolite, Ross," Brendon said softly, pushing him forward, and then his lips were pressed to Jon's, Jon's cold hand curling around his neck. Jon kissed sweetly, slow like he wanted to take his time with this and everything, and it was nice, Ryan liked it, squirming closer to Jon and pressing up naked against him, warming Jon up.
"You didn't wear him out, did you?" he heard Spencer ask Brendon.
Jon pulled back and told Spencer, "You could just fuck Brendon if he did, you know."
Spencer grunted, reluctant, and Brendon said, outraged, "Hey, my ass is no one's second choice!"
Ryan frowned. This was going in a direction he wasn't liking. "I'm fine," he insisted, but Spencer and Brendon weren't listening. In fact, they appeared to be wrestling, Spencer saying, "Let me under the covers, you ass," and Brendon struggling in his grip, muttering, "No, you can't join, no fucking for you," until Spencer got a decent grip on Brendon's hair and tugged his head back, baring his throat. Then Spencer leaned down and bit him.
Brendon quieted, and Ryan watched with interest, Jon's hand playing over his hip, as Spencer sucked on Brendon's neck. There wasn't much that could make Brendon go still, and Ryan filed this away for future reference. Probably wouldn't work onstage, but Brendon had been knocking into him less lately anyway, so it wasn't too bad.
"Hey," Jon murmured, distracting Ryan from his thoughts, and then he was thrusting gently against Ryan's ass, hard and oh, he'd discarded the boxers. Jon's hand slipped from Ryan's hip and around to his ass, stroking between his cheeks, and yeah, so maybe he and Brendon had fucked again after their bath, maybe he was still a little slick inside from it, enough that Jon's fingers slipped easily in, two at once since Ryan was so stretched. "Yeah?" Jon said, and Ryan nodded, parting his thighs, edging back against Jon until Jon took his fingers away and nudged the head of his cock up against Ryan's ass. Jon kissed the back of his neck and pushed in, hardly any force behind it, just gradually getting closer, further in, until he was inside Ryan completely, letting out a shuddering breath.
Maybe there'd been a truce, a brief cessation of battle, Ryan wasn't sure; either way, Brendon and Spencer had settled, panting, Spencer straddling Brendon on top of the covers. "All day? Really?" Spencer asked Ryan. He still had a grip on Brendon's head, and Ryan recognized the look on Brendon's face as vengeful with intent to tickle, hands moving up Spencer's thighs until Spencer stopped moving and looked closer at Ryan and Jon. "You're fucking," Spencer said. Brendon's hands dropped, and he turned to look, tugging out of Spencer's loosened grip.
"They are not," Brendon said, and looked at Ryan, "I just fucked you, like, twenty minutes ago."
"Still wet," Ryan gasped, arching his hips back. Jon was fucking him so slowly, cock dragging on his insides, so good and raw and fuck, Ryan didn't think he'd be able to move after this, but that was so, so okay. He closed his eyes, pushing his forehead against the pillow, taking it, each slow sweet thrust, Jon kissing his shoulder.
"Let me see," Spencer demanded, edging forward onto Brendon; Brendon actually held onto the covers for a moment, but then he seemed to realize that he wanted to see, too, and he let Spencer get under, right on his other side so Spencer had to drape half across him just to see anything. And then he still couldn't, so he had to crawl over Brendon, lifting the sheets to watch the slide of Jon's cock into Ryan's ass, Jon angling Ryan down a bit as Brendon moved up on his elbows to watch, too.
When someone finally broke the silence, it was Brendon, huffing, "I can't breathe," at Spencer, who rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to fuck your face, I swear to god."
"Spencer Smith, you dirty bitch," Brendon said, sounding honestly delighted.
Jon laughed against the back of Ryan's neck, reaching down to palm Ryan's dick. "You wanna come?" he asked, breath hot against Ryan's ear, and Ryan shook his head no, not yet, he still wanted Spencer in him, he was hard but not painfully so. He could go for awhile yet, probably. There were still things he needed to see, and, oh - Spencer shifted off of Brendon, sliding up against Ryan by edging Brendon out of the way, ignoring Brendon's disgruntled, "Hey!" and wrapping his fingers around Ryan's neck, sliding up to cup the base of his skull as he kissed Ryan, pressed full up against him, naked and hard. Ryan curled his hands against Spencer's chest, slid his thumbs over Spencer's collarbone and kissed him back.
Spencer worked a hand down between them, meeting Jon's hand on his cock and knuckling a friendly hello over Jon's wrist, then moving downward, prodding behind Ryan's balls until he could touch Jon's cock, thumb stroking the base as Jon fucked Ryan's ass. Spencer's fingers slipped around, rubbing where Ryan was so stretched, filled, and the friction, the feel of it, god, it was too much, too intense - Ryan swallowed, panting against Spencer's mouth, and just then Brendon bent over Spencer and bit Ryan's hip, hard. Ryan tensed, Jon pushed deep, and Ryan came over his own stomach, Jon's fist.
"Hey, Ry," Spencer said softly, running his fingers through Ryan's hair, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek. Jon had stilled behind him, and Spencer said, "C'mon, Jon, finish," sliding his hand down to Jon's hip and finding Brendon already there, licking Ryan's come off Jon's hand; god, Ryan couldn't even watch, they were all there, all touching him, hot skin and Jon picking up the pace again, fucking into him and coming, staying deep.
Jon wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist, holding onto him, kissing the back of Ryan's neck, and Ryan relaxed, let himself breathe, let himself feel Jon inside, Spencer's forehead pressed to his, Brendon running his hand down Ryan's side, petting him.
It was quiet for a moment, all of them breathing, still, and then Ryan reached down and grasped Spencer's dick and Spencer inhaled, startled.
"God, you just don't quit," Brendon murmured, and leaned in, licking at the head of Spencer's cock, lips brushing Ryan's curled fist.
"I want to," Ryan said, insistent, struggling out of Jon's grip to get down to Brendon, but Brendon was nudging Spencer onto his back, already halfway down on his cock, mouth stretched wide around it. "Come on," Ryan said, trying to elbow Brendon out of the way.
"I think he's doing alright," Spencer said. Ryan frowned, felt up the inside of Spencer's thigh and bent low, nosing in, kissing the base of Spencer's cock where Brendon's mouth hadn't quite reached.
Brendon slid off, frowning at him. "Honestly?"
"Come on, guys," Jon said, reaching down to run his knuckles gently over the back of Ryan's neck. Ryan licked at Spencer's cock, eyeing Brendon, and after a second, Brendon moved in, licked up the other side. Teamwork. They could do this.
Spencer made a desperate noise, his head dropping back onto the pillow, and Brendon grinned guiltily up at him and then they were working together, Ryan's tongue brushing Brendon's, kissing wetly around Spencer's cock. They took turns sucking him, Brendon going down as far as he could as Ryan stroked Spencer's thighs how he liked, Spencer's moans muffled by Jon's mouth on his, swallowing each sound. Ryan touched Brendon's cheek, feeling Spencer's cock in his mouth, the smooth slide in and out; he couldn't stop watching, just the fact of it, Brendon sucking Spencer's cock, god, he wanted to see it again.
"God, Brendon," Spencer said, his voice gone just a little frantic, and Jon kissed his cheek, whispered, "It's okay, he'll swallow." When Ryan looked back at Brendon, he was grinning, even with a mouthful of dick, and he took it all when Spencer's hips jerked, thrusting roughly up into his mouth. Spencer moaned, and Ryan bit his lip, watching Brendon's throat work. Ryan barely restrained himself from attacking Brendon when he finally pulled off, licking his lips; instead he just leaned in a little too quickly, teeth colliding with Brendon's, clumsy and needy, desperate.
Brendon moaned into his mouth, grabbing Ryan's head and pulling him close. The kiss was dirty, messy, Ryan licking the taste of Spencer's come out of Brendon's mouth, biting at Brendon's lower lip, and when they parted, it took Brendon a moment to catch his breath, Spencer grabbing for Ryan already, pulling him up the bed until Spencer could kiss him hard.
"Fuck," Brendon gasped, reaching down to touch himself, "me next. Fuck me next," he finished, and Jon grinned, tugging Brendon up until he was half leaning over Ryan, Ryan arching up for a kiss.
"Hands and knees," Jon murmured, spreading Brendon's thighs for him, and when Brendon looked over at him, Jon said, "On top of Ryan, come on."
Ryan glanced over at Jon, nervous, and Spencer touched his shoulder and said, "Just watch, right?" and oh, okay, Ryan could do that, he could watch Brendon get fucked right over him, god, yeah. Yeah. He let Brendon get on top of him, legs spread above him, and it was electrifying, watching the way Brendon's expression shifted as Jon fingered him, watching him bite his lip. Ryan raised a hand to touch Brendon's cheek, and Brendon leaned in, nuzzling him, kissing Ryan's palm as Jon twisted his fingers deep, Brendon's hips twitching as he rubbed his cock against Ryan's stomach.
"Come on, fuck him," Spencer said, eyes dark, and Ryan watched as he reached out, palming Brendon's ass, helping Jon spread him. Brendon looked sideways at Spencer, biting his lip, and Spencer smirked. "Fuck him hard."
Ryan arched up, caged by Brendon's body and needing attention, kisses, something, straining for Brendon's lips until Brendon ducked his head lower, kissing Ryan, still squirming on Jon's fingers, so Ryan felt the way Brendon's mouth slackened against his in a quick little inhale when Jon took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Brendon breathed against his mouth, distracted, and Ryan let his head drop back down to the pillow, just watching, thinking back to lying in his bunk and picturing them together. He hadn't thought it would be like this, Brendon given over to complete abandon, taking each thrust so easily.
Spencer tangled a hand in his hair, Ryan turning to look at him, and Spencer leaned in for a kiss, running the pad of his thumb over the rise of Ryan's cheekbone, and Ryan arched his hips up, wanting, but god, he was so sore, aching inside, well-used but Spencer still needed - Ryan bit at Spencer's lower lip, eyes pleading when Spencer pulled back, but Spencer just quirked an eyebrow at him.
Ryan tried to find the words, he did, but then Brendon pressed down into him, taking most of his weight on his elbows and pressing his forehead to Ryan's shoulder, steady little thrusts of his cock against Ryan's stomach. Brendon bit down on his skin, hard enough to draw a gasp from Ryan's throat, and he realized how hard Brendon was taking it, Jon driving into him as Brendon worried his teeth in Ryan's shoulder.
"You're gonna bruise him," Spencer said, digging his nails into Brendon's side in reproach, and Jon bent low, his hips slamming against Brendon's ass, and whispered, "Play nice."
"Sorry," Brendon said, releasing Ryan and kissing him there in apology; Ryan glanced down and yeah, that was a bruise, that was a big beautiful mark on him that he knew he'd be touching for weeks. Jon thrust in hard enough to push Brendon down on Ryan almost entirely, and Brendon tensed over him as Jon came, smiling down at Ryan over Brendon's shoulder.
They took a moment to breathe, Brendon slumping down against Ryan as Jon pulled out, kissed the top of his spine and laid down next to Ryan. Jon gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek, smiling lazily, and Ryan arched up against Brendon, trying to urge him to move, something. He already knew he'd be aching tomorrow, but Spencer was hard again, and Brendon hadn't come, either-
"You okay, Ry?" Spencer asked, curling close and stroking Ryan's shoulder with his knuckles.
Ryan shifted under Brendon, automatically stroking his hand down Brendon's back; Brendon nuzzled him, thrusting his dick against Ryan's stomach a bit. "Sore," Ryan muttered, and he felt Brendon grin.
"I wore you out, huh?" Brendon said, and Spencer reached over and smacked him sharply on the ass.
"Thanks a bunch, jackass." Spencer paused, keeping his hand on Brendon's ass, then stroked him thoughtfully. His fingers crept inward, and Brendon tensed on top of Ryan.
Breathing was becoming an issue. Ryan nudged at Brendon, saying, "Come on, get off me," and Spencer was already tugging at Brendon's arm, muttering, "Yeah, and come here."
"You know, Spence, I could blow you," Jon offered, and Ryan looked at Jon, who was lying with his head propped up on his hand, watching them with some amusement.
"Yeah," Brendon said. Spencer had dragged him on top, and Brendon was shifting a bit with Spencer's cock between the cheeks of his ass. "He could blow you. I'm not really used to, like, a lot of dick, so."
"You'll be fine," Spencer assured him, prodding at Brendon's hip. "Come on, up. You can take it." Brendon frowned down at him, and Jon spooned up behind Ryan, pressing close and petting his hip as they watched. This really wasn't how Ryan had thought it would go. It was so, so much better. Brendon raised up on his knees a little, still hesitant, and then carefully lowered himself back down onto Spencer's cock, biting his lip and shifting a bit until he slid down all the way. Once there, he didn't seem to know what to do. "Moving would be great," Spencer said, sounding a little strained, and Brendon stuck his tongue out at him, then rose up a bit, sliding slowly back down, wriggling a little.
Ryan snickered, both at the look on Brendon's face, petulant and slightly pained but determined to ignore it, and the way Spencer looked like he was about to grab Brendon's hips and force him to speed the fuck up at any given moment. Brendon glared at Ryan. "Oh, uh huh, laugh," he said, brows knitted in concentration as he twisted on Spencer's dick, trying to find the right angle.
"'Kay," Ryan said, perfectly agreeable, and Brendon huffed down at him. It shifted into a moan as Spencer moved under him, thrusting up.
"Ooh, yeah, there," Brendon said, and Spencer gripped Brendon's thighs, saying, "Yeah, thanks, I got it."
"Took you long enough," Brendon muttered.
Spencer dug his fingers into Brendon's thighs until Brendon squeaked, bouncing on Spencer's cock a little harder, and gritted out, "Seriously, do you gag him?" at Jon.
Jon shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Jesus Christ, Walker, shut up," Brendon said, and really, Ryan was trying very very hard not to laugh uncontrollably; he was overstimulated, tired as hell, and honestly, this was the sort of group sex they managed? This was awesome. Ryan snuggled happily back into Jon, watching Spencer fuck Brendon, Brendon's head thrown back as he rode him. Jon reached out a hand and casually grasped Brendon's cock, stroking him steadily, letting Brendon thrust into his hand until he came on Spencer's chest, Spencer sighing at the mess until Brendon rolled his eyes and swiped his fingers through it, cleaning him up, coming down, letting Spencer thrust and just sort of grinding down onto him. He offered his fingers to Ryan, and Ryan looked up at Brendon through his eyelashes (Why did he always get the comeshots? Oh, whatever) and licked them off.
Spencer groaned, and Ryan got the feeling that Brendon was probably clenching down on him or something, judging from the determined look in his eyes; Spencer finally gasped, "Fuck," and pulled Brendon down hard onto his cock, tensing and then releasing his grip on Brendon. Brendon stayed on top of him, grinning, until Spencer bucked his hips and said, "Oh fuck off, Urie."
"Liked my ass, did you?" Brendon said, smug, and Ryan ducked out of the way of Brendon's elbows and knees as Brendon crawled over him to settle between him and Jon.
Spencer grunted, but he certainly looked like he had enjoyed it, all flushed and wrung-out. Ryan reached over and touched Spencer's cheek, smiling at him, and Spencer smiled back, moving close to get his arms around Ryan.
"Hey," Brendon said, kissing at the back of Ryan's neck, and Ryan turned in the circle of Spencer's arms, smiling at Brendon too before kissing him, then getting a kiss from Jon. He ducked as they all exchanged kisses too, and Brendon wrapped his hand around the back of Ryan's neck (Spencer kissed his knuckles). "Pretty good day, huh?"
"Yeah," Ryan said, settling in, warm, comfortable, pleased. "Yeah, pretty good."
-
Waking up surrounded by three other people, Ryan decided, was the sort of thing he could get used to. He'd always been the type to get cold at night, even if he piled his bed with blankets and wore flannel. Apparently the remedy was body heat. Lots of it. He sighed, watching Brendon and Jon sleep, feeling Spencer's breath at the back of his neck. He was almost back to sleep when the bed shifted a little and Jon raised up, waving at Ryan, grinning. Ryan couldn't get an arm free - one was under him, gone a little numb, and Spencer had the other, gripping his wrist, so Ryan settled for wiggling his fingers and grinning back.
Brendon murmured something indistinct, and Jon looked at Ryan, concerned, mouthing, "You okay?"
Ryan nodded, and then Spencer moved against him and Ryan winced. Okay, ow. Jon reached over Brendon and stroked Ryan's shoulder apologetically.
Brendon frowned in his sleep, then his eyes snapped open, startling Ryan and Jon both, and making Ryan twitch back into Spencer.
"Oh my god, I thought I'd dreamed it," Brendon gasped. He stared at Ryan and Spencer, then over his shoulder at Jon, and fluttered his eyelashes. "And you were there, and you were there..."
"Shut up," Spencer muttered, bleary, moving his hand to Brendon's face, apparently trying to close his mouth by hand until Brendon bit his finger. That woke Spencer up just fine. "Fuck, ow, let go!"
Brendon released him, and Ryan took Spencer's hand and touched his lips to Spencer's bitten finger.
"God, you're like an animal," Spencer complained.
Brendon crowed, "Only in the sack, baby. Who's up for a morning round?"
-
In an ideal world, Ryan thought as he hurriedly put on a pair of pants, trying not to bend wrong or move a lot or do anything else that would remind his body how much and how hard he'd been fucked the previous day, in an ideal world they could just magically show up at venues, and they wouldn't have to deal with wake-up calls that came two minutes into Brendon kissing him as Jon and Spencer jerked each other off, and they could maybe just play at one place all the time, and be millionaires so he could buy Spencer lots of shoes, and Brendon, like, a pony, or whatever it was Brendon might want, and also, he could pay somebody to carry him around so he wouldn't have to walk ever again. Also, ow.
"You alright?" Spencer asked, coming up behind Ryan and batting his hands away, doing up his pants for him and then kissing Ryan's cheek.
"Hurts," Ryan said, pathetic, and Brendon waggled his eyebrows at him from across the room.
"I'll kiss it better later," Brendon said.
Spencer murmured, "I'll help him," into Ryan's ear.
In an ideal world, Ryan thought to himself, he could have Spencer pressed up against his back and Brendon in front of him, approaching, yeah, just like he was doing. Ryan grabbed Brendon's tie and pulled him forward for a kiss; the world, for what it was worth, was pretty fucking ideal.
-
"Oh, Brent," Ryan said, coming onto the bus and nearly crashing into him. "Hey."
Brent raised an eyebrow. "Hey. What did you guys do yesterday?"
"Hung out," Ryan said vaguely. "You?"
"Hung out," Brent said, and it may have been mocking or something, Ryan wasn't sure.
"Cool." There'd been a feisty bitchfight in the lobby over Brendon thieving Jon from Academy, which Brendon had thought to solve by explaining to William that they'd needed Jon for sex, was all, and the row that followed regarding Jon's failure to catch the action on videotape was, if possible, even louder. Jon had been claimed that day for the Academy bus, and the instantly-christened Back Lounge of Sexy Storytelling. Ryan, lacking the fortitude to handle William's prying, had snuck off to the bus.
"So what's the deal with you guys? Are you all, like, gay for each other?"
Ryan had to give him credit, at least he wasn't beating around the bush about it. "Yeah," Ryan said, "I guess."
"Well." Brent shifted from foot to foot. "It'd be nice if you could not be naked or making out all the time."
That was reasonable. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll sleep with headphones," Brent muttered. "I mean, from now on."
If the floor opened up and swallowed him whole, it would still only deposit him onto the concrete. Ryan looked at his shoes. "Cool," he said.
A second later, Brendon bounded onto the bus, cheeks flushed from the cold outside. "Hey boys, what are we talking about?"
"Nothing," Brent and Ryan said simultaneously.
-
Brendon had no concept of personal space. This was a fact. He was like one of those little monkeys that wrapped their little monkey arms around you and then blinked up with big eyes and what the hell was Ryan supposed to do, honestly, just push Brendon away? He'd just look at Ryan with his big brown eyes and then probably try and grope Ryan innappropriately, and then there would probably be some sort of altercation involving tickling, and Brendon knew all of Ryan's tender spots, so.
"Christ, are you actually trying to fuse into one being?" Spencer demanded. Rather than sit next to Ryan on the couch like a normal person, Brendon had instead perched behind him, up on the back of the couch, and then slowly slid down until he was wrapped around Ryan, resting his chin on Ryan's shoulder, arms wrapped around Ryan's waist, occasionally and unsubtly thrusting against Ryan's lower back. Ryan had tried to hold still, like you were supposed to do when attacked by a python, or wait - no, that was quicksand. Pythons just squeezed you to death. Ryan frowned. "I think you're suffocating him," Spencer told Brendon.
"Just with love," Brendon said perkily, nipping at Ryan's ear.
Ryan held still. Quicksand. Plus, he secretly thought Spencer was jealous, because Spencer had been a bit clingier than usual all day on the bus, dragging Ryan close to cuddle, and then giving Ryan defensive looks whenever Ryan glanced sideways at him. Sure, Brendon was rather aggressive about taking his turn, but he didn't want to choose sides. They could both have him. His ass twinged a little, and Ryan shifted.
"What's the matter, Spence, you want some?" Brendon asked, pursing his lips. He slid a hand over to Spencer's thigh, and then up. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
There was a sudden vibration against Ryan's ass, making him jump; Brendon laughed and pulled his Sidekick out of his pocket. "Hey Jon, what's going on? Oh, nothing. Trying to give it to Spencer. You know. It. It." Ryan snickered. "My dick. Shut up, I could totally give it to him."
Spencer motioned Ryan over, patting his lap, and Ryan slid easily from between Brendon's legs, Brendon making grabby hands at him that Spencer easily knocked away. "Hey," Ryan said softly, swinging his leg over to straddle Spencer's lap.
Spencer slid his hands up Ryan's sides. "Hey."
"No, they're about to fuck without me," Brendon said to Jon. "Yeah, they suck. Fisting? Sure, Ryan might be down for that."
Ryan looked over at him, skeptical. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Spencer leaned in and licked his throat.
"We could get you wet first," Spencer whispered. "I dunno, it'd be kinda hot, seeing how much you could take." Ryan swallowed. That was a compelling point. "We could fuck you, maybe me and Jon, and then Brendon could finger you. He has nice hands, don't you think?"
"No, yeah, I'm listening," Brendon said, but he was looking at Spencer and Ryan as he said it. "They're talking dirty, it's kind of distracting. Put you on speaker? Okay."
"Hey Jon," Spencer said, and Jon said hey back, his voice tinny and a little distorted. "So you wanted to try fisting Ryan?"
"If he wants to," Jon said.
Spencer pressed a kiss to Ryan's throat, and Ryan ground down into Spencer's lap. "He wants to," Spencer said. Brendon scooted closer, until he was pressed up against Spencer's side, fitting his hand between them, where Ryan had his erection pressed to Spencer's stomach. "He could take it."
"Mmm," Ryan said, agreeing with the sentiment, agreeing with Brendon touching him. Just a friendly grope, nothing too terrible should Brent come into the lounge. Or knock on the door, since it was locked.
"He likes four fingers," Brendon volunteered. "It kinda surprised me. He's so tight."
"Yeah, even after you fucking him all day," Jon agreed. "Hey, hey, goddammit, quit-"
They blinked down at the Sidekick, listening to the scuffle on the other end. After a moment, a voice came back on the line.
"Keep talking!"
"Dude," Brendon said. He kept his hand on Ryan's dick, so Ryan was having trouble being too emotionally invested in Academy-related shenanigans. "William?"
"No," William said, trying to make his voice slow and slightly high and generally more Jon-like. "No, not William," he scoffed. "So, fisting?"
"How fucking long were you listening?" Jon demanded, and the struggling sounds returned. "Oh my god, give me my phone!"
"You can't talk dirty on the bus if you're not cool with eavesdroppping!"
Ryan thrust pitifully forward into Brendon's grip.
"Spencer, make Brendon suck your dick!" William yelled as Jon said, "Jesus fuck, what are you - are you trying to bite me-"
"I already have," Spencer said.
Brendon frowned, taking his hand out of Ryan's half-undone pants. "You know, it's not very gentlemanly to kiss and tell."
"I didn't say anything!" Ryan complained. "Why'd you stop touching me?"
"Shh," Spencer said, finishing getting his pants open and reaching in. "You want fingers, or are you still sore?" Ryan bit his lip, nodding. It wasn't that he didn't want it, but. "It's okay," Spencer said, touching his hip. He turned to Brendon and gave him a smack across the arm. "You didn't have to be so rough with him, jerk."
"He liked it!" Brendon protested, rubbing his arm, offended. "Ryan, tell him you liked it."
"What did Ryan like?" William said, sounding increasingly distant.
"Ignore him!" Jon said loudly, and Ryan did, ducking his head to kiss Spencer's neck.
"I did, I liked it," Ryan whispered, reaching blindly for Brendon and dragging him close by his shirt. When he felt Brendon's hand on the back of his neck, he raised his head and kissed him softly. Brendon wound his fingers through Ryan's hair and held him close, sweet pressure against his lips until Ryan opened, and when Spencer knuckled at his hip, moving inward to touch him, Ryan moaned.
"God," Jon said, William saying something indistinct behind him, voice muffled as if William was behind a door. "Sorry about that."
Spencer murmured, "C'mon, Ry," stroking Ryan slowly as they kissed. Brendon pushed against Ryan's stomach, nudging him backward, then ducked his head to Ryan's lap. He kissed the back of Spencer's fingers, and Ryan sucked in a breath as Brendon's mouth moved over his cock, soft lips and wet tongue as Brendon took him in.
"Fuck, please," Ryan said, letting his hand rest at the base of Brendon's skull, not pushing, just encouraging. Like, encouraging him to never stop, fuck.
On the phone, Jon said, "Guys?"
-
"You guys suck," Jon said, his head thumping back against the wall as Ryan went down on him.
"You think we're nice," Spencer disagreed, guiding Ryan with a hand on the back of his head. He dropped to his knees beside Ryan after a moment, curling his hand around Ryan's neck and thumbing his jaw. "You can take more, Ry."
Ryan swallowed around his mouthful of cock, closing his eyes and taking Jon in deeper. Honestly, he did feel sort of bad about getting distracted that afternoon. At least Jon got to listen.
"More," Brendon said, pushing Ryan to take Jon in further, and Ryan flicked his eyes up at him, annoyed.
"You know, deepthroating's not easy," Jon told Brendon. He ruffled Ryan's hair. "You don't have to - oh fuck, yeah."
Ryan hummed around Jon's cock, smug, and Brendon muttered, "See, I knew he could." Ryan pinched his thigh, and Brendon hissed in pain and drew back. Ryan had strong fingers.
"You're going to get dickslapped," Brendon said, but it was an idle threat, so Ryan just blinked up at him, let Jon pet his hair and Spencer guide him in a steady rhythm, sucking Jon off. He hoped it wouldn't take too much longer, they had to go onstage soon. Above him, Brendon and Jon were kissing, hard the way Ryan knew Brendon liked it. Ryan liked knowing that.
"Want me to?" Spencer asked, fitting his fingers around the base of Jon's dick as Ryan dipped lower. Ryan shook his head as best he could, sucked a bit harder. "Greedy," Spencer said, and Ryan muttered contrarily, making Jon groan. Spencer kissed his hollowed cheek, pressing in to feel the movement of Jon's cock in his mouth, and Jon pushed his hips forward, thrusting deep and coming. "Don't swallow it all," Spencer murmured. Ryan pulled off as soon as he could, kissing Spencer, sharing Jon's come with him.
Spencer and Ryan held hands on the way back to the venue dressing rooms while Brendon hitched a ride on Jon's back and started singing A Whole New World; after a moment, Jon joined him, singing all the boy parts. Ryan ducked his head, kissed Spencer's neck, and laughed.
-
"God, we can't do this forever," Jon gasped, the words staggered, almost disconnected he was so breathless.
"Shh," Spencer said, bracing his hands on Jon's chest as he rode him, fucking himself on Jon's cock. "Brendon, gag him."
"Can't reach." Brendon ducked his head, fucking Ryan hard, Ryan on his hands and knees, moving forward with each rough thrust. "Ryan, kiss him."
Ryan leaned down, trying to angle so Brendon could still get him deep. He pressed his lips to Jon's, and Jon cupped his face, kissing him back. Of course they couldn't do this forever. They'd get tired, and Ryan would get sore, and Brendon would get hungry and start threatening to eat Ryan whole. And tomorrow was a split day, because Brent rightfully demanded that they not always invite Jon over and lock themselves into the back lounge for hours, so Spencer and Ryan would stay on the Panic! bus while Brendon and Jon hung out on the Academy bus, and yeah, it was a fine system, but not one that allowed for forever.
It wasn't until he was sprawled across Brendon's chest, drowsing as Spencer kissed along his spine, that he got it; Jon said, "I mean, the tour's almost over," and even Brendon's fierce, "Shut up," couldn't change that.
-
"Maybe he could come work with us, I don't know, something. He could tech," Ryan said, curled against Spencer on the couch.
"Maybe," Spencer said. "I mean, we can figure something out."
"It's just, this is nice," Ryan said quietly. "Us."
"I know," Spencer said, and kissed Ryan's forehead.
"All of us," Ryan finished, scratching idly at Spencer's thigh, wanting to touch, wanting to keep him there, wanting.
Spencer sighed and said, "Yeah."
-
"Phone sex," Brendon suggested.
"Just come hang with us on tour," Ryan said.
"Merch boy?" Spencer offered.
"Oh fuck off," Jon said, rolling onto his stomach. "Seriously, Academy's doing Warped this summer. And you guys are touring, right? Maybe we'll run into each other. And anyway, I live in Chicago, you know? And I need to finish up this semester, at least."
Brendon crossed his arms. "Are you breaking up with us?"
"Yes," Jon said. "Yes, I am."
"No, you're not," Spencer told him. Ryan looked at Spencer. He seemed pretty certain about it.
"You guys," Jon said, his voice gone soft. "The four of us? Come on."
"It works," Brendon said, "It works, you know it does. We like each other." He wrapped his arms around Jon's waist. "And I'm not letting you go, so."
Ryan didn't say anything, but he shifted closer on the bed until he was resting on Jon's shoulder, and Spencer reached over him, setting his hand on Jon's back, just touching him.
"Three of us, one of you, Walker," Spencer said. "Think you can take us?"
Jon shook his head, but he was laughing a little, and he didn't look so sad anymore. "Guess I'll have to try."
-
Chicago came too soon; Ryan could hardly remember a moment leading up where he didn't have Brendon or Spencer or Jon touching him, leaning against him on the couch, wrapping arms around him from behind, fucking him.
"Just stay with me for a couple of days," Jon said, "before you head back," so they changed their flights and shacked up in Jon's little apartment. Brent flew back alone and Ryan did feel bad about that, but it's not like they'd been hanging out much anyway, and all Brent wanted was to go back to Vegas and be with his friends (not them, Ryan translated).
"It's fine," Spencer said. He was sprawled out on the couch, legs across Brendon's lap, Dylan purring on his chest as he scratched behind the cat's ears. "He was homesick."
Ryan looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, head leaning against Brendon's knee. "It'll get better," Ryan said, hesitant, "with Brent. Right?"
"I don't think Brent likes me," Jon said, coming out of the kitchen with a handful of sodas.
"We like you enough for everybody." Brendon waited until Jon had passed out beverages, then nudged Spencer's legs away and pulled Jon down onto his lap. "Don't worry about him."
-
"I am totally getting a cat," Ryan said. Dylan was fucking awesome. Jon had taught him to fetch.
"He won't be as cool as Dylan," Jon said. Ryan tossed the rubber ball, and Dylan leaped after it, tail fluffy with excitement. A few moments later, Dylan was dropping the ball into Ryan's outstretched hand, tail twitching expectantly. Ryan pitched the ball back down the hallway.
Brendon came out of Jon's bedroom, shirtless and about to speak, and the ball hit his foot and bounced off. He bent and picked it up, blinking at it and completely failing to see Dylan glaring at him from the floor, and then brought it back to Ryan. "What'd you throw that for?"
"No reason," Ryan said. Jon looked at him sideways, grinning, and Ryan tilted his wrist back a bit and let the ball go, bouncing back down the hall. "Whoops."
Brendon rolled his eyes, and went to retrieve it again. "You're so clumsy."
"Hand it to Jon, he'll be able to hold onto it," Spencer suggested. Brendon did, and Jon tossed the ball once, caught it, then did it again and bumped the ball away with his knuckle. Dylan curled into a discontented circle on Spencer's lap as Brendon huffed and walked back down the hallway, accidentally kicking the ball and then having to chase it a little.
When he finally got hold of it, he paused, looking from the ball to them with narrowed eyes. "What were you guys doing in here, anyway?"
"Nothing," Ryan said, reaching up to pet Dylan. "Nothing at all."
-
"Come on, it's the last time for - well, for now," Brendon said, "What do you want?"
"Anything, it doesn't matter," Jon murmured, and Ryan closed his eyes, listening, feeling, saving this so he wouldn't forget the feeling of being surrounded by them, naked skin, warmth, hands on him, all over him. God, he wanted to just climb on, Jon was so hard, wanted to sink right down on his cock and squeeze his thighs around Jon's hips, keep him. Spencer pressed up against him, cock nudging between his cheeks, and Ryan spread for him, just in case he wanted in. "All of you."
"You have all of us," Brendon whispered, kissing behind Jon's ear.
Jon said, "Fuck me."
Brendon scrambled to get on top of Jon so fast he nearly sprained something.
"I meant that metaphorically," Jon said, and Brendon cried out, "What?"
Spencer snickered, and Jon said, "Just kidding, really, fuck me."
"Dude, that is mean." Brendon pushed Jon over onto his stomach and got behind him, hiking his hips up.
Jon grinned at Ryan. He appeared to be at peace with that. Ryan smiled back and Jon murmured, "Hey," reaching out to touch Ryan's hip, "Come here." Ryan quirked an eyebrow at him, but shuffled up the bed, thinking that Jon wanted to kiss him, but Jon just laughed a little and gestured for him to come up further.
"He wants to suck you, Ry," Spencer whispered, patting Ryan's ass and urging him upward, "let him before I go take your place."
Brendon seemed preoccupied with just touching Jon's ass, pushing the tips of his fingers in and out as Ryan crawled up the bed, back against the headboard and Jon leaning down to his lap.
"Did you need some help with that or something?" Spencer asked Brendon.
Brendon said, "Well, you could suck my dick."
"Could I really," Spencer said, and Brendon batted his eyelashes at Spencer, licked his fingers and started working Jon open.
It was interesting, seeing it close up; they all liked getting fucked, but Jon didn't take it much, so it took longer to get him ready, Brendon fingering him slowly, carefully as Spencer sucked Brendon's cock, and Jon flicked his tongue out for the first few tentative licks at Ryan's dick, lapping at the head as Ryan groaned and tried not to thrust forward. Jon watched him, eyes fluttering shut whenever Brendon went deep, three fingers stretching him until Spencer pulled off of Brendon's cock and then Ryan strained up to see Brendon push in, knowing Jon had to be tight, knowing it by the way Brendon looked like he was having a religious experience.
"Fuck," Jon mumbled, mouthing at Ryan's cock, his balls, before taking Ryan back in, each small thrust of Brendon's hips pushing Jon forward to take Ryan in deeper. Spencer moved back up the bed, touching Ryan's hip, and Jon fumbled, eyes closed, to get his hands on Spencer, too, feeling up his thigh before grasping his cock firmly and stroking.
Ryan let a hand rest softly in Jon's hair, not needing to guide him overmuch, he was good, hot wet mouth and god, it was Jon, he'd hardly thought - but it didn't matter now, it wasn't just Jon and Brendon anymore, it was all of them together, Brendon's hand sliding up Jon's back so Ryan could link fingers with him, smiling at each other over Jon, Ryan keeping one hand on Jon's shoulder, helping him balance as he sucked Ryan, jerked Spencer off, took each of Brendon's thrusts. Ryan couldn't help it, the rhythm was too fine, too perfect, Brendon fucking Jon onto Ryan's dick, Spencer's little murmurs as Jon stroked him; he came, biting his lip and thrusting his hips forward, and Jon swallowed around him, only stopping to gasp for air when Ryan pulled out.
Jon tugged at Spencer's cock, and Spencer jostled Ryan over, letting Jon take him in. Jon lost his balance for a moment as Ryan shifted away but Spencer caught him, tangled his fingers in Jon's hair, whispered, "Shh," and oh god, fuck, Ryan was going to miss this so, so much. He laid down next to Jon, watching him suck Spencer, pushed back and forth between Spencer and Brendon until Brendon thrust in hard and came; it was nice to just look at him, look at Brendon's face without the distraction of Brendon's dick in his ass. Brendon smiled down at him, panting a little, hot, and Ryan dragged him down for a long, slow kiss as Jon finished Spencer off.
They all went for Jon's dick simultaneously, gathering around him, heads dipping low when he rolled onto his back, still hard. Ryan won out, taking Jon down his throat and swallowing around him, Brendon and Spencer still leaning in to touch Jon where Ryan wasn't. Spencer licked at the base of Jon's cock while Brendon fingered him, pressing in and up, and it wasn't a minute before Jon came, Ryan moving off so Jon came over his own stomach, and Jon's head dropped back against the bed as Spencer and Brendon licked him clean, kissing when they were finished until Ryan nosed his way in and kissed Spencer. Brendon nuzzled his cheek, and Ryan turned to kiss him, too.
"I think you guys are gonna be okay without me," Jon said, and Ryan knew he was right, they would be, they wouldn't - they wouldn't stop, even without Jon.
Ryan blinked up at Jon. "Better with you, though," he said, and Jon smiled as they all moved up, Ryan sprawling across Jon's stomach and Spencer and Brendon curling around him.
"Yeah," Jon murmured, kissing Spencer's forehead, tangling his fingers in Brendon's hair. "Yeah."
-
As goodbyes, Ryan thought, he'd seen worse. It was sort of hard to sustain any pre-separation angst when Jon kept getting passed back and forth for kisses, even though they were running a little late for their flight already. Probably blowjobs in the car hadn't helped. Ryan had wondered why Brendon made Jon park so far out in the garage - he should have seen that one coming, honestly.
"I'll write you every day," Brendon promised, and Jon rolled his eyes and ruffled Brendon's hair.
"No you won't," he said.
Brendon bit his lip. "I'll jerk off thinking about you every day."
"See, that I believe," Jon said, "but maybe have Ryan help, he's good with his hands."
Ryan beamed.
"You were a great boyfriend," Brendon said, his lower lip starting to wobble, just a bit.
"Well, you still have two others," Jon said. He pressed his thumb to Brendon's mouth, stilling the quiver, and Brendon kissed the tip, closing his mouth around it and sucking a little. "You guys keep each other warm, okay? I'll see you again."
"We'll call and talk dirty to you," Spencer said, and kissed Jon on the cheek. Ryan kissed Jon's other cheek, squishing him between them.
"You better."
Brendon leaned in and stole a quick kiss from Jon, goodbyes were exchanged, and then Ryan and Spencer were tugging Brendon away from Jon (and then they were shouting, "Hey!" and running after Brendon, who'd slipped back for another hug when they weren't looking, and after another round of hugs and promises of contact and flights out and, "Dirty, graphic phonesex and naughty T-Mails," Brendon swore, they finally detached Brendon from Jon and made it to the security line) and trudging through security, with Brendon forlornly clinging to Ryan and then Spencer.
-
"We'll talk to him a lot," Ryan said. They'd pushed up the armrests between them, and Ryan had his hand on Brendon's thigh, reassuring. "It'll be fine."
Brendon slid down in his seat, sending Ryan's hand further up his thigh. "I miss him already," he said.
"It's been twenty minutes," Spencer pointed out. "Here, read Blender." He handed Brendon his copy, and Brendon barely glanced at it before pushing it away, disinterested.
"Jon always liked Rolling Stone better," Brendon said, and Ryan could almost sense it - soon, there would be pouting. Curtail, he thought to himself.
Ryan rubbed at Brendon's thigh, and Brendon arched his hips a little, nuzzling Ryan's shoulder.
"Hey," Brendon said, brightening. "Wanna join the Mile High Club?"
-
Ryan gripped the edge of the counter, head dropped so he wouldn't have to watch, fuck, he hardly had any space to move-
"We are so hot, dude," Brendon murmured, and maybe Ryan would have been able to appreciate the compliment had Brendon not been fucking him in the ass in an airplane bathroom, god. Brendon kissed Ryan's shoulder, fingers edging around Ryan's hip and then grasping his cock, thrusting shallowly in and out of him and it had been way, way too long already, the longest five minutes of Ryan's life, he was totally going to owe Spencer a handjob under the blanket for this because it was probably not fair to be playing without him.
"Conceited," Ryan gasped.
Brendon pushed his hips forward hard, grinding in deep, and muttered, "Hey, I said 'we.'"
Ryan let his eyes flutter open, just enough to see Brendon's face over his shoulder, their bare hips cut off by the mirror so they might have been doing anything, really, except then Brendon struck deep and Ryan moaned, tipping his head back.
"Shh," Brendon said, stroking his cock, his lips moving over Ryan's neck, slow pressure as Brendon worked his hips, slid his other hand down to press at the small of Ryan's back until Ryan bent further over the counter, trying to spread his legs with his pants down around his thighs, trying, god he was trying, he wanted to come, he did, he wanted Brendon to come inside him and then they could go back to their seats and, something. Brendon slammed in, jarring Ryan forward, and the bite of pain against the tops of his thighs was enough to shock Ryan into coming over Brendon's fist.
"Faster," Ryan hissed, and Brendon gave him a dark look in the mirror, lifted his hand to Ryan's mouth so he could clean him off. Ryan glared but took Brendon by the wrist and licked at his fingers; Brendon gasped, tensed, and came.
"You know," Brendon said a few minutes later, zipping up his pants, "You should probably blow Spencer in here. Just to be fair."
"You should blow Spencer," Ryan said moodily. Brendon had been a bit too rough. Sitting would possibly be awkward.
"Maybe I will," Brendon told him, and backed Ryan up against the counter (it didn't take much), threading his fingers through Ryan's hair and then kissing him hard on the mouth, like Ryan was all he wanted right then, all he needed. Ryan forgot why he was mad.
-
"He fucking choked me," Brendon said to Ryan, glaring daggers at Spencer.
"There was turbulence, oh my god, I said I was sorry," Spencer hissed back.
Ryan tried really, really hard not to laugh, biting his lip as if unable to otherwise withhold the outpouring of sympathy.
"You owe me," Brendon said, slumping in his seat.
Spencer put a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing his thumb over the top of Brendon's spine. "I know," he said, and later, when Brendon stole half of Spencer's in-flight snack, Spencer just kept reading his magazine and let him.
-
"Come on, spread," Brendon said, slapping Ryan's thighs apart. Ryan rolled his eyes but complied, and Brendon got up on his knees, aiming his Sidekick for a long shot of Ryan's body with Spencer curled around.
"If Jon ever breaks up with us, we're fucked," Spencer said, looking up just as the camera flashed.
Brendon sent the picture, then slid the phone shut and flopped down next to Spencer. "Then I guess we should probably never break up, and just buy a really big house and live happily ever after forever and ever."
Ryan grabbed at Brendon's hand, tugging at him until he climbed back over and got on Ryan's other side. Ryan liked being in the middle best. "We'll need a really big bed," Ryan said. "And a cook."
"I can cook," Spencer said, which was true. Spencer made really good waffles. That wasn't the point, though. Ryan kind of wanted to have a house with a staff.
"Ryan just wants manservants," Brendon said.
Ryan pinched him. "I already have you, don't I?"
"And how would you like me to service you?" Brendon leered, sliding a bare leg between Ryan's.
Ryan put a hand on Brendon's head and pushed him down the bed.
-
"Dude, Jon's coming out with Academy to that radio show in May!" Brendon said, throwing himself ecstatically onto the couch on top of Ryan and Spencer.
"Fuck, could you guys not - god!" Brent stood up from his seat, throwing his magazine down and stomping back to the bunks.
Ryan looked down at his lapful of Brendon. "You know, that's like one of the only times he's been hanging out with us out here in like the last month."
"Oops," Brendon said. Spencer petted his hair. "So," Brendon continued, in a smaller voice than before, "Jon's coming out with Academy to that radio show in May."
"That's great," Spencer said, sounding genuinely pleased. "I've missed him."
"Yeah, me too." Ryan smiled down at Brendon, curling his hand in the fabric of Brendon's shirt and nudging it up to knuckle at his stomach.
"Me too," Brendon said, a little breathless. "Come here." Ryan leaned down and kissed Brendon lightly.
"Maybe we can get him on the summer tour," Spencer said, "teching or something. Fight William for him. We could take him."
"A light gust of wind could take him," Brendon said, but Ryan could tell he was thinking about it, pulling back from Ryan a bit. "You think? Really?"
"I think," Ryan said, knowing it was true, "that we'll be able to figure something out."
Title: That's What He Said (3/3)
Author: Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon/Spencer/Jon, mentions of Ryan/Pete
Summary: Truckstops and Statelines and conflict resolution.
Disclaimer: Probably didn't happen like this.
Beta: gigantic did a lovely beta job on this; CJ, thank you. Thanks also to deliberatehips and callsigns for reading bits and pieces along the way - the encouragement is always appreciated.
Note: Third and final part! If you've been quiet so far, please do speak up now - it'd mean a lot to me to know what you've thought of it. :)
part one
part two
They were curled around each other in bed when Spencer and Jon came back, carrying a few bags and flushed from the cold. Jon raised an eyebrow at the picked-apart room service trays, and Ryan waved a tentative hello at him. Jon smiled back.
"Did you have fun?" Spencer asked, smirking, and Ryan nodded at him, snuggling back into Brendon's grip. Brendon squeezed him and kissed the back of his neck.
"Ryan's a great fuck," Brendon said, Ryan made an annoyed sound, not sure if he wanted to be reduced to that; Brendon rubbed his stomach, conciliatory, as Spencer grinned, stripping off his layers, not stopping at his coat and scarf. "Did you boys have a good time shopping?"
"My feet hurt," Jon complained, "Spencer made me go into every store in the entire Boise metro area." Brendon stretched a plaintive hand toward him, and Jon approached the bed, leaving his shirt on the floor next to Spencer's.
"Well, if you'd let me buy you better shoes," Spencer told him, grabbing Jon around the waist from behind and unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants and pushing them down so Jon could step out of them.
"Have you guys been hanging out when we're not around or something?" Ryan said, eyes narrowed. "You're awfully friendly."
"Brendon just spent all day fucking you," Spencer said, dipping his fingers into Jon's boxers, "I've adopted your idea of friends."
"Hey!" Ryan said, frowning, but then Spencer nuzzled Jon's neck, Jon bringing a hand up to touch Spencer's cheek, and okay, friends like this were just fine in Ryan's book. Spencer pushed Jon forward so he landed on the bed in front of Ryan, close up, and Ryan blinked at him - were they supposed to kiss? They had to kiss at some point, right?
"Don't be impolite, Ross," Brendon said softly, pushing him forward, and then his lips were pressed to Jon's, Jon's cold hand curling around his neck. Jon kissed sweetly, slow like he wanted to take his time with this and everything, and it was nice, Ryan liked it, squirming closer to Jon and pressing up naked against him, warming Jon up.
"You didn't wear him out, did you?" he heard Spencer ask Brendon.
Jon pulled back and told Spencer, "You could just fuck Brendon if he did, you know."
Spencer grunted, reluctant, and Brendon said, outraged, "Hey, my ass is no one's second choice!"
Ryan frowned. This was going in a direction he wasn't liking. "I'm fine," he insisted, but Spencer and Brendon weren't listening. In fact, they appeared to be wrestling, Spencer saying, "Let me under the covers, you ass," and Brendon struggling in his grip, muttering, "No, you can't join, no fucking for you," until Spencer got a decent grip on Brendon's hair and tugged his head back, baring his throat. Then Spencer leaned down and bit him.
Brendon quieted, and Ryan watched with interest, Jon's hand playing over his hip, as Spencer sucked on Brendon's neck. There wasn't much that could make Brendon go still, and Ryan filed this away for future reference. Probably wouldn't work onstage, but Brendon had been knocking into him less lately anyway, so it wasn't too bad.
"Hey," Jon murmured, distracting Ryan from his thoughts, and then he was thrusting gently against Ryan's ass, hard and oh, he'd discarded the boxers. Jon's hand slipped from Ryan's hip and around to his ass, stroking between his cheeks, and yeah, so maybe he and Brendon had fucked again after their bath, maybe he was still a little slick inside from it, enough that Jon's fingers slipped easily in, two at once since Ryan was so stretched. "Yeah?" Jon said, and Ryan nodded, parting his thighs, edging back against Jon until Jon took his fingers away and nudged the head of his cock up against Ryan's ass. Jon kissed the back of his neck and pushed in, hardly any force behind it, just gradually getting closer, further in, until he was inside Ryan completely, letting out a shuddering breath.
Maybe there'd been a truce, a brief cessation of battle, Ryan wasn't sure; either way, Brendon and Spencer had settled, panting, Spencer straddling Brendon on top of the covers. "All day? Really?" Spencer asked Ryan. He still had a grip on Brendon's head, and Ryan recognized the look on Brendon's face as vengeful with intent to tickle, hands moving up Spencer's thighs until Spencer stopped moving and looked closer at Ryan and Jon. "You're fucking," Spencer said. Brendon's hands dropped, and he turned to look, tugging out of Spencer's loosened grip.
"They are not," Brendon said, and looked at Ryan, "I just fucked you, like, twenty minutes ago."
"Still wet," Ryan gasped, arching his hips back. Jon was fucking him so slowly, cock dragging on his insides, so good and raw and fuck, Ryan didn't think he'd be able to move after this, but that was so, so okay. He closed his eyes, pushing his forehead against the pillow, taking it, each slow sweet thrust, Jon kissing his shoulder.
"Let me see," Spencer demanded, edging forward onto Brendon; Brendon actually held onto the covers for a moment, but then he seemed to realize that he wanted to see, too, and he let Spencer get under, right on his other side so Spencer had to drape half across him just to see anything. And then he still couldn't, so he had to crawl over Brendon, lifting the sheets to watch the slide of Jon's cock into Ryan's ass, Jon angling Ryan down a bit as Brendon moved up on his elbows to watch, too.
When someone finally broke the silence, it was Brendon, huffing, "I can't breathe," at Spencer, who rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to fuck your face, I swear to god."
"Spencer Smith, you dirty bitch," Brendon said, sounding honestly delighted.
Jon laughed against the back of Ryan's neck, reaching down to palm Ryan's dick. "You wanna come?" he asked, breath hot against Ryan's ear, and Ryan shook his head no, not yet, he still wanted Spencer in him, he was hard but not painfully so. He could go for awhile yet, probably. There were still things he needed to see, and, oh - Spencer shifted off of Brendon, sliding up against Ryan by edging Brendon out of the way, ignoring Brendon's disgruntled, "Hey!" and wrapping his fingers around Ryan's neck, sliding up to cup the base of his skull as he kissed Ryan, pressed full up against him, naked and hard. Ryan curled his hands against Spencer's chest, slid his thumbs over Spencer's collarbone and kissed him back.
Spencer worked a hand down between them, meeting Jon's hand on his cock and knuckling a friendly hello over Jon's wrist, then moving downward, prodding behind Ryan's balls until he could touch Jon's cock, thumb stroking the base as Jon fucked Ryan's ass. Spencer's fingers slipped around, rubbing where Ryan was so stretched, filled, and the friction, the feel of it, god, it was too much, too intense - Ryan swallowed, panting against Spencer's mouth, and just then Brendon bent over Spencer and bit Ryan's hip, hard. Ryan tensed, Jon pushed deep, and Ryan came over his own stomach, Jon's fist.
"Hey, Ry," Spencer said softly, running his fingers through Ryan's hair, kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek. Jon had stilled behind him, and Spencer said, "C'mon, Jon, finish," sliding his hand down to Jon's hip and finding Brendon already there, licking Ryan's come off Jon's hand; god, Ryan couldn't even watch, they were all there, all touching him, hot skin and Jon picking up the pace again, fucking into him and coming, staying deep.
Jon wrapped his arms around Ryan's waist, holding onto him, kissing the back of Ryan's neck, and Ryan relaxed, let himself breathe, let himself feel Jon inside, Spencer's forehead pressed to his, Brendon running his hand down Ryan's side, petting him.
It was quiet for a moment, all of them breathing, still, and then Ryan reached down and grasped Spencer's dick and Spencer inhaled, startled.
"God, you just don't quit," Brendon murmured, and leaned in, licking at the head of Spencer's cock, lips brushing Ryan's curled fist.
"I want to," Ryan said, insistent, struggling out of Jon's grip to get down to Brendon, but Brendon was nudging Spencer onto his back, already halfway down on his cock, mouth stretched wide around it. "Come on," Ryan said, trying to elbow Brendon out of the way.
"I think he's doing alright," Spencer said. Ryan frowned, felt up the inside of Spencer's thigh and bent low, nosing in, kissing the base of Spencer's cock where Brendon's mouth hadn't quite reached.
Brendon slid off, frowning at him. "Honestly?"
"Come on, guys," Jon said, reaching down to run his knuckles gently over the back of Ryan's neck. Ryan licked at Spencer's cock, eyeing Brendon, and after a second, Brendon moved in, licked up the other side. Teamwork. They could do this.
Spencer made a desperate noise, his head dropping back onto the pillow, and Brendon grinned guiltily up at him and then they were working together, Ryan's tongue brushing Brendon's, kissing wetly around Spencer's cock. They took turns sucking him, Brendon going down as far as he could as Ryan stroked Spencer's thighs how he liked, Spencer's moans muffled by Jon's mouth on his, swallowing each sound. Ryan touched Brendon's cheek, feeling Spencer's cock in his mouth, the smooth slide in and out; he couldn't stop watching, just the fact of it, Brendon sucking Spencer's cock, god, he wanted to see it again.
"God, Brendon," Spencer said, his voice gone just a little frantic, and Jon kissed his cheek, whispered, "It's okay, he'll swallow." When Ryan looked back at Brendon, he was grinning, even with a mouthful of dick, and he took it all when Spencer's hips jerked, thrusting roughly up into his mouth. Spencer moaned, and Ryan bit his lip, watching Brendon's throat work. Ryan barely restrained himself from attacking Brendon when he finally pulled off, licking his lips; instead he just leaned in a little too quickly, teeth colliding with Brendon's, clumsy and needy, desperate.
Brendon moaned into his mouth, grabbing Ryan's head and pulling him close. The kiss was dirty, messy, Ryan licking the taste of Spencer's come out of Brendon's mouth, biting at Brendon's lower lip, and when they parted, it took Brendon a moment to catch his breath, Spencer grabbing for Ryan already, pulling him up the bed until Spencer could kiss him hard.
"Fuck," Brendon gasped, reaching down to touch himself, "me next. Fuck me next," he finished, and Jon grinned, tugging Brendon up until he was half leaning over Ryan, Ryan arching up for a kiss.
"Hands and knees," Jon murmured, spreading Brendon's thighs for him, and when Brendon looked over at him, Jon said, "On top of Ryan, come on."
Ryan glanced over at Jon, nervous, and Spencer touched his shoulder and said, "Just watch, right?" and oh, okay, Ryan could do that, he could watch Brendon get fucked right over him, god, yeah. Yeah. He let Brendon get on top of him, legs spread above him, and it was electrifying, watching the way Brendon's expression shifted as Jon fingered him, watching him bite his lip. Ryan raised a hand to touch Brendon's cheek, and Brendon leaned in, nuzzling him, kissing Ryan's palm as Jon twisted his fingers deep, Brendon's hips twitching as he rubbed his cock against Ryan's stomach.
"Come on, fuck him," Spencer said, eyes dark, and Ryan watched as he reached out, palming Brendon's ass, helping Jon spread him. Brendon looked sideways at Spencer, biting his lip, and Spencer smirked. "Fuck him hard."
Ryan arched up, caged by Brendon's body and needing attention, kisses, something, straining for Brendon's lips until Brendon ducked his head lower, kissing Ryan, still squirming on Jon's fingers, so Ryan felt the way Brendon's mouth slackened against his in a quick little inhale when Jon took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Brendon breathed against his mouth, distracted, and Ryan let his head drop back down to the pillow, just watching, thinking back to lying in his bunk and picturing them together. He hadn't thought it would be like this, Brendon given over to complete abandon, taking each thrust so easily.
Spencer tangled a hand in his hair, Ryan turning to look at him, and Spencer leaned in for a kiss, running the pad of his thumb over the rise of Ryan's cheekbone, and Ryan arched his hips up, wanting, but god, he was so sore, aching inside, well-used but Spencer still needed - Ryan bit at Spencer's lower lip, eyes pleading when Spencer pulled back, but Spencer just quirked an eyebrow at him.
Ryan tried to find the words, he did, but then Brendon pressed down into him, taking most of his weight on his elbows and pressing his forehead to Ryan's shoulder, steady little thrusts of his cock against Ryan's stomach. Brendon bit down on his skin, hard enough to draw a gasp from Ryan's throat, and he realized how hard Brendon was taking it, Jon driving into him as Brendon worried his teeth in Ryan's shoulder.
"You're gonna bruise him," Spencer said, digging his nails into Brendon's side in reproach, and Jon bent low, his hips slamming against Brendon's ass, and whispered, "Play nice."
"Sorry," Brendon said, releasing Ryan and kissing him there in apology; Ryan glanced down and yeah, that was a bruise, that was a big beautiful mark on him that he knew he'd be touching for weeks. Jon thrust in hard enough to push Brendon down on Ryan almost entirely, and Brendon tensed over him as Jon came, smiling down at Ryan over Brendon's shoulder.
They took a moment to breathe, Brendon slumping down against Ryan as Jon pulled out, kissed the top of his spine and laid down next to Ryan. Jon gave Ryan a kiss on the cheek, smiling lazily, and Ryan arched up against Brendon, trying to urge him to move, something. He already knew he'd be aching tomorrow, but Spencer was hard again, and Brendon hadn't come, either-
"You okay, Ry?" Spencer asked, curling close and stroking Ryan's shoulder with his knuckles.
Ryan shifted under Brendon, automatically stroking his hand down Brendon's back; Brendon nuzzled him, thrusting his dick against Ryan's stomach a bit. "Sore," Ryan muttered, and he felt Brendon grin.
"I wore you out, huh?" Brendon said, and Spencer reached over and smacked him sharply on the ass.
"Thanks a bunch, jackass." Spencer paused, keeping his hand on Brendon's ass, then stroked him thoughtfully. His fingers crept inward, and Brendon tensed on top of Ryan.
Breathing was becoming an issue. Ryan nudged at Brendon, saying, "Come on, get off me," and Spencer was already tugging at Brendon's arm, muttering, "Yeah, and come here."
"You know, Spence, I could blow you," Jon offered, and Ryan looked at Jon, who was lying with his head propped up on his hand, watching them with some amusement.
"Yeah," Brendon said. Spencer had dragged him on top, and Brendon was shifting a bit with Spencer's cock between the cheeks of his ass. "He could blow you. I'm not really used to, like, a lot of dick, so."
"You'll be fine," Spencer assured him, prodding at Brendon's hip. "Come on, up. You can take it." Brendon frowned down at him, and Jon spooned up behind Ryan, pressing close and petting his hip as they watched. This really wasn't how Ryan had thought it would go. It was so, so much better. Brendon raised up on his knees a little, still hesitant, and then carefully lowered himself back down onto Spencer's cock, biting his lip and shifting a bit until he slid down all the way. Once there, he didn't seem to know what to do. "Moving would be great," Spencer said, sounding a little strained, and Brendon stuck his tongue out at him, then rose up a bit, sliding slowly back down, wriggling a little.
Ryan snickered, both at the look on Brendon's face, petulant and slightly pained but determined to ignore it, and the way Spencer looked like he was about to grab Brendon's hips and force him to speed the fuck up at any given moment. Brendon glared at Ryan. "Oh, uh huh, laugh," he said, brows knitted in concentration as he twisted on Spencer's dick, trying to find the right angle.
"'Kay," Ryan said, perfectly agreeable, and Brendon huffed down at him. It shifted into a moan as Spencer moved under him, thrusting up.
"Ooh, yeah, there," Brendon said, and Spencer gripped Brendon's thighs, saying, "Yeah, thanks, I got it."
"Took you long enough," Brendon muttered.
Spencer dug his fingers into Brendon's thighs until Brendon squeaked, bouncing on Spencer's cock a little harder, and gritted out, "Seriously, do you gag him?" at Jon.
Jon shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Jesus Christ, Walker, shut up," Brendon said, and really, Ryan was trying very very hard not to laugh uncontrollably; he was overstimulated, tired as hell, and honestly, this was the sort of group sex they managed? This was awesome. Ryan snuggled happily back into Jon, watching Spencer fuck Brendon, Brendon's head thrown back as he rode him. Jon reached out a hand and casually grasped Brendon's cock, stroking him steadily, letting Brendon thrust into his hand until he came on Spencer's chest, Spencer sighing at the mess until Brendon rolled his eyes and swiped his fingers through it, cleaning him up, coming down, letting Spencer thrust and just sort of grinding down onto him. He offered his fingers to Ryan, and Ryan looked up at Brendon through his eyelashes (Why did he always get the comeshots? Oh, whatever) and licked them off.
Spencer groaned, and Ryan got the feeling that Brendon was probably clenching down on him or something, judging from the determined look in his eyes; Spencer finally gasped, "Fuck," and pulled Brendon down hard onto his cock, tensing and then releasing his grip on Brendon. Brendon stayed on top of him, grinning, until Spencer bucked his hips and said, "Oh fuck off, Urie."
"Liked my ass, did you?" Brendon said, smug, and Ryan ducked out of the way of Brendon's elbows and knees as Brendon crawled over him to settle between him and Jon.
Spencer grunted, but he certainly looked like he had enjoyed it, all flushed and wrung-out. Ryan reached over and touched Spencer's cheek, smiling at him, and Spencer smiled back, moving close to get his arms around Ryan.
"Hey," Brendon said, kissing at the back of Ryan's neck, and Ryan turned in the circle of Spencer's arms, smiling at Brendon too before kissing him, then getting a kiss from Jon. He ducked as they all exchanged kisses too, and Brendon wrapped his hand around the back of Ryan's neck (Spencer kissed his knuckles). "Pretty good day, huh?"
"Yeah," Ryan said, settling in, warm, comfortable, pleased. "Yeah, pretty good."
-
Waking up surrounded by three other people, Ryan decided, was the sort of thing he could get used to. He'd always been the type to get cold at night, even if he piled his bed with blankets and wore flannel. Apparently the remedy was body heat. Lots of it. He sighed, watching Brendon and Jon sleep, feeling Spencer's breath at the back of his neck. He was almost back to sleep when the bed shifted a little and Jon raised up, waving at Ryan, grinning. Ryan couldn't get an arm free - one was under him, gone a little numb, and Spencer had the other, gripping his wrist, so Ryan settled for wiggling his fingers and grinning back.
Brendon murmured something indistinct, and Jon looked at Ryan, concerned, mouthing, "You okay?"
Ryan nodded, and then Spencer moved against him and Ryan winced. Okay, ow. Jon reached over Brendon and stroked Ryan's shoulder apologetically.
Brendon frowned in his sleep, then his eyes snapped open, startling Ryan and Jon both, and making Ryan twitch back into Spencer.
"Oh my god, I thought I'd dreamed it," Brendon gasped. He stared at Ryan and Spencer, then over his shoulder at Jon, and fluttered his eyelashes. "And you were there, and you were there..."
"Shut up," Spencer muttered, bleary, moving his hand to Brendon's face, apparently trying to close his mouth by hand until Brendon bit his finger. That woke Spencer up just fine. "Fuck, ow, let go!"
Brendon released him, and Ryan took Spencer's hand and touched his lips to Spencer's bitten finger.
"God, you're like an animal," Spencer complained.
Brendon crowed, "Only in the sack, baby. Who's up for a morning round?"
-
In an ideal world, Ryan thought as he hurriedly put on a pair of pants, trying not to bend wrong or move a lot or do anything else that would remind his body how much and how hard he'd been fucked the previous day, in an ideal world they could just magically show up at venues, and they wouldn't have to deal with wake-up calls that came two minutes into Brendon kissing him as Jon and Spencer jerked each other off, and they could maybe just play at one place all the time, and be millionaires so he could buy Spencer lots of shoes, and Brendon, like, a pony, or whatever it was Brendon might want, and also, he could pay somebody to carry him around so he wouldn't have to walk ever again. Also, ow.
"You alright?" Spencer asked, coming up behind Ryan and batting his hands away, doing up his pants for him and then kissing Ryan's cheek.
"Hurts," Ryan said, pathetic, and Brendon waggled his eyebrows at him from across the room.
"I'll kiss it better later," Brendon said.
Spencer murmured, "I'll help him," into Ryan's ear.
In an ideal world, Ryan thought to himself, he could have Spencer pressed up against his back and Brendon in front of him, approaching, yeah, just like he was doing. Ryan grabbed Brendon's tie and pulled him forward for a kiss; the world, for what it was worth, was pretty fucking ideal.
-
"Oh, Brent," Ryan said, coming onto the bus and nearly crashing into him. "Hey."
Brent raised an eyebrow. "Hey. What did you guys do yesterday?"
"Hung out," Ryan said vaguely. "You?"
"Hung out," Brent said, and it may have been mocking or something, Ryan wasn't sure.
"Cool." There'd been a feisty bitchfight in the lobby over Brendon thieving Jon from Academy, which Brendon had thought to solve by explaining to William that they'd needed Jon for sex, was all, and the row that followed regarding Jon's failure to catch the action on videotape was, if possible, even louder. Jon had been claimed that day for the Academy bus, and the instantly-christened Back Lounge of Sexy Storytelling. Ryan, lacking the fortitude to handle William's prying, had snuck off to the bus.
"So what's the deal with you guys? Are you all, like, gay for each other?"
Ryan had to give him credit, at least he wasn't beating around the bush about it. "Yeah," Ryan said, "I guess."
"Well." Brent shifted from foot to foot. "It'd be nice if you could not be naked or making out all the time."
That was reasonable. "Yeah, okay."
"I'll sleep with headphones," Brent muttered. "I mean, from now on."
If the floor opened up and swallowed him whole, it would still only deposit him onto the concrete. Ryan looked at his shoes. "Cool," he said.
A second later, Brendon bounded onto the bus, cheeks flushed from the cold outside. "Hey boys, what are we talking about?"
"Nothing," Brent and Ryan said simultaneously.
-
Brendon had no concept of personal space. This was a fact. He was like one of those little monkeys that wrapped their little monkey arms around you and then blinked up with big eyes and what the hell was Ryan supposed to do, honestly, just push Brendon away? He'd just look at Ryan with his big brown eyes and then probably try and grope Ryan innappropriately, and then there would probably be some sort of altercation involving tickling, and Brendon knew all of Ryan's tender spots, so.
"Christ, are you actually trying to fuse into one being?" Spencer demanded. Rather than sit next to Ryan on the couch like a normal person, Brendon had instead perched behind him, up on the back of the couch, and then slowly slid down until he was wrapped around Ryan, resting his chin on Ryan's shoulder, arms wrapped around Ryan's waist, occasionally and unsubtly thrusting against Ryan's lower back. Ryan had tried to hold still, like you were supposed to do when attacked by a python, or wait - no, that was quicksand. Pythons just squeezed you to death. Ryan frowned. "I think you're suffocating him," Spencer told Brendon.
"Just with love," Brendon said perkily, nipping at Ryan's ear.
Ryan held still. Quicksand. Plus, he secretly thought Spencer was jealous, because Spencer had been a bit clingier than usual all day on the bus, dragging Ryan close to cuddle, and then giving Ryan defensive looks whenever Ryan glanced sideways at him. Sure, Brendon was rather aggressive about taking his turn, but he didn't want to choose sides. They could both have him. His ass twinged a little, and Ryan shifted.
"What's the matter, Spence, you want some?" Brendon asked, pursing his lips. He slid a hand over to Spencer's thigh, and then up. Spencer raised an eyebrow.
There was a sudden vibration against Ryan's ass, making him jump; Brendon laughed and pulled his Sidekick out of his pocket. "Hey Jon, what's going on? Oh, nothing. Trying to give it to Spencer. You know. It. It." Ryan snickered. "My dick. Shut up, I could totally give it to him."
Spencer motioned Ryan over, patting his lap, and Ryan slid easily from between Brendon's legs, Brendon making grabby hands at him that Spencer easily knocked away. "Hey," Ryan said softly, swinging his leg over to straddle Spencer's lap.
Spencer slid his hands up Ryan's sides. "Hey."
"No, they're about to fuck without me," Brendon said to Jon. "Yeah, they suck. Fisting? Sure, Ryan might be down for that."
Ryan looked over at him, skeptical. He opened his mouth to speak, but then Spencer leaned in and licked his throat.
"We could get you wet first," Spencer whispered. "I dunno, it'd be kinda hot, seeing how much you could take." Ryan swallowed. That was a compelling point. "We could fuck you, maybe me and Jon, and then Brendon could finger you. He has nice hands, don't you think?"
"No, yeah, I'm listening," Brendon said, but he was looking at Spencer and Ryan as he said it. "They're talking dirty, it's kind of distracting. Put you on speaker? Okay."
"Hey Jon," Spencer said, and Jon said hey back, his voice tinny and a little distorted. "So you wanted to try fisting Ryan?"
"If he wants to," Jon said.
Spencer pressed a kiss to Ryan's throat, and Ryan ground down into Spencer's lap. "He wants to," Spencer said. Brendon scooted closer, until he was pressed up against Spencer's side, fitting his hand between them, where Ryan had his erection pressed to Spencer's stomach. "He could take it."
"Mmm," Ryan said, agreeing with the sentiment, agreeing with Brendon touching him. Just a friendly grope, nothing too terrible should Brent come into the lounge. Or knock on the door, since it was locked.
"He likes four fingers," Brendon volunteered. "It kinda surprised me. He's so tight."
"Yeah, even after you fucking him all day," Jon agreed. "Hey, hey, goddammit, quit-"
They blinked down at the Sidekick, listening to the scuffle on the other end. After a moment, a voice came back on the line.
"Keep talking!"
"Dude," Brendon said. He kept his hand on Ryan's dick, so Ryan was having trouble being too emotionally invested in Academy-related shenanigans. "William?"
"No," William said, trying to make his voice slow and slightly high and generally more Jon-like. "No, not William," he scoffed. "So, fisting?"
"How fucking long were you listening?" Jon demanded, and the struggling sounds returned. "Oh my god, give me my phone!"
"You can't talk dirty on the bus if you're not cool with eavesdroppping!"
Ryan thrust pitifully forward into Brendon's grip.
"Spencer, make Brendon suck your dick!" William yelled as Jon said, "Jesus fuck, what are you - are you trying to bite me-"
"I already have," Spencer said.
Brendon frowned, taking his hand out of Ryan's half-undone pants. "You know, it's not very gentlemanly to kiss and tell."
"I didn't say anything!" Ryan complained. "Why'd you stop touching me?"
"Shh," Spencer said, finishing getting his pants open and reaching in. "You want fingers, or are you still sore?" Ryan bit his lip, nodding. It wasn't that he didn't want it, but. "It's okay," Spencer said, touching his hip. He turned to Brendon and gave him a smack across the arm. "You didn't have to be so rough with him, jerk."
"He liked it!" Brendon protested, rubbing his arm, offended. "Ryan, tell him you liked it."
"What did Ryan like?" William said, sounding increasingly distant.
"Ignore him!" Jon said loudly, and Ryan did, ducking his head to kiss Spencer's neck.
"I did, I liked it," Ryan whispered, reaching blindly for Brendon and dragging him close by his shirt. When he felt Brendon's hand on the back of his neck, he raised his head and kissed him softly. Brendon wound his fingers through Ryan's hair and held him close, sweet pressure against his lips until Ryan opened, and when Spencer knuckled at his hip, moving inward to touch him, Ryan moaned.
"God," Jon said, William saying something indistinct behind him, voice muffled as if William was behind a door. "Sorry about that."
Spencer murmured, "C'mon, Ry," stroking Ryan slowly as they kissed. Brendon pushed against Ryan's stomach, nudging him backward, then ducked his head to Ryan's lap. He kissed the back of Spencer's fingers, and Ryan sucked in a breath as Brendon's mouth moved over his cock, soft lips and wet tongue as Brendon took him in.
"Fuck, please," Ryan said, letting his hand rest at the base of Brendon's skull, not pushing, just encouraging. Like, encouraging him to never stop, fuck.
On the phone, Jon said, "Guys?"
-
"You guys suck," Jon said, his head thumping back against the wall as Ryan went down on him.
"You think we're nice," Spencer disagreed, guiding Ryan with a hand on the back of his head. He dropped to his knees beside Ryan after a moment, curling his hand around Ryan's neck and thumbing his jaw. "You can take more, Ry."
Ryan swallowed around his mouthful of cock, closing his eyes and taking Jon in deeper. Honestly, he did feel sort of bad about getting distracted that afternoon. At least Jon got to listen.
"More," Brendon said, pushing Ryan to take Jon in further, and Ryan flicked his eyes up at him, annoyed.
"You know, deepthroating's not easy," Jon told Brendon. He ruffled Ryan's hair. "You don't have to - oh fuck, yeah."
Ryan hummed around Jon's cock, smug, and Brendon muttered, "See, I knew he could." Ryan pinched his thigh, and Brendon hissed in pain and drew back. Ryan had strong fingers.
"You're going to get dickslapped," Brendon said, but it was an idle threat, so Ryan just blinked up at him, let Jon pet his hair and Spencer guide him in a steady rhythm, sucking Jon off. He hoped it wouldn't take too much longer, they had to go onstage soon. Above him, Brendon and Jon were kissing, hard the way Ryan knew Brendon liked it. Ryan liked knowing that.
"Want me to?" Spencer asked, fitting his fingers around the base of Jon's dick as Ryan dipped lower. Ryan shook his head as best he could, sucked a bit harder. "Greedy," Spencer said, and Ryan muttered contrarily, making Jon groan. Spencer kissed his hollowed cheek, pressing in to feel the movement of Jon's cock in his mouth, and Jon pushed his hips forward, thrusting deep and coming. "Don't swallow it all," Spencer murmured. Ryan pulled off as soon as he could, kissing Spencer, sharing Jon's come with him.
Spencer and Ryan held hands on the way back to the venue dressing rooms while Brendon hitched a ride on Jon's back and started singing A Whole New World; after a moment, Jon joined him, singing all the boy parts. Ryan ducked his head, kissed Spencer's neck, and laughed.
-
"God, we can't do this forever," Jon gasped, the words staggered, almost disconnected he was so breathless.
"Shh," Spencer said, bracing his hands on Jon's chest as he rode him, fucking himself on Jon's cock. "Brendon, gag him."
"Can't reach." Brendon ducked his head, fucking Ryan hard, Ryan on his hands and knees, moving forward with each rough thrust. "Ryan, kiss him."
Ryan leaned down, trying to angle so Brendon could still get him deep. He pressed his lips to Jon's, and Jon cupped his face, kissing him back. Of course they couldn't do this forever. They'd get tired, and Ryan would get sore, and Brendon would get hungry and start threatening to eat Ryan whole. And tomorrow was a split day, because Brent rightfully demanded that they not always invite Jon over and lock themselves into the back lounge for hours, so Spencer and Ryan would stay on the Panic! bus while Brendon and Jon hung out on the Academy bus, and yeah, it was a fine system, but not one that allowed for forever.
It wasn't until he was sprawled across Brendon's chest, drowsing as Spencer kissed along his spine, that he got it; Jon said, "I mean, the tour's almost over," and even Brendon's fierce, "Shut up," couldn't change that.
-
"Maybe he could come work with us, I don't know, something. He could tech," Ryan said, curled against Spencer on the couch.
"Maybe," Spencer said. "I mean, we can figure something out."
"It's just, this is nice," Ryan said quietly. "Us."
"I know," Spencer said, and kissed Ryan's forehead.
"All of us," Ryan finished, scratching idly at Spencer's thigh, wanting to touch, wanting to keep him there, wanting.
Spencer sighed and said, "Yeah."
-
"Phone sex," Brendon suggested.
"Just come hang with us on tour," Ryan said.
"Merch boy?" Spencer offered.
"Oh fuck off," Jon said, rolling onto his stomach. "Seriously, Academy's doing Warped this summer. And you guys are touring, right? Maybe we'll run into each other. And anyway, I live in Chicago, you know? And I need to finish up this semester, at least."
Brendon crossed his arms. "Are you breaking up with us?"
"Yes," Jon said. "Yes, I am."
"No, you're not," Spencer told him. Ryan looked at Spencer. He seemed pretty certain about it.
"You guys," Jon said, his voice gone soft. "The four of us? Come on."
"It works," Brendon said, "It works, you know it does. We like each other." He wrapped his arms around Jon's waist. "And I'm not letting you go, so."
Ryan didn't say anything, but he shifted closer on the bed until he was resting on Jon's shoulder, and Spencer reached over him, setting his hand on Jon's back, just touching him.
"Three of us, one of you, Walker," Spencer said. "Think you can take us?"
Jon shook his head, but he was laughing a little, and he didn't look so sad anymore. "Guess I'll have to try."
-
Chicago came too soon; Ryan could hardly remember a moment leading up where he didn't have Brendon or Spencer or Jon touching him, leaning against him on the couch, wrapping arms around him from behind, fucking him.
"Just stay with me for a couple of days," Jon said, "before you head back," so they changed their flights and shacked up in Jon's little apartment. Brent flew back alone and Ryan did feel bad about that, but it's not like they'd been hanging out much anyway, and all Brent wanted was to go back to Vegas and be with his friends (not them, Ryan translated).
"It's fine," Spencer said. He was sprawled out on the couch, legs across Brendon's lap, Dylan purring on his chest as he scratched behind the cat's ears. "He was homesick."
Ryan looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, head leaning against Brendon's knee. "It'll get better," Ryan said, hesitant, "with Brent. Right?"
"I don't think Brent likes me," Jon said, coming out of the kitchen with a handful of sodas.
"We like you enough for everybody." Brendon waited until Jon had passed out beverages, then nudged Spencer's legs away and pulled Jon down onto his lap. "Don't worry about him."
-
"I am totally getting a cat," Ryan said. Dylan was fucking awesome. Jon had taught him to fetch.
"He won't be as cool as Dylan," Jon said. Ryan tossed the rubber ball, and Dylan leaped after it, tail fluffy with excitement. A few moments later, Dylan was dropping the ball into Ryan's outstretched hand, tail twitching expectantly. Ryan pitched the ball back down the hallway.
Brendon came out of Jon's bedroom, shirtless and about to speak, and the ball hit his foot and bounced off. He bent and picked it up, blinking at it and completely failing to see Dylan glaring at him from the floor, and then brought it back to Ryan. "What'd you throw that for?"
"No reason," Ryan said. Jon looked at him sideways, grinning, and Ryan tilted his wrist back a bit and let the ball go, bouncing back down the hall. "Whoops."
Brendon rolled his eyes, and went to retrieve it again. "You're so clumsy."
"Hand it to Jon, he'll be able to hold onto it," Spencer suggested. Brendon did, and Jon tossed the ball once, caught it, then did it again and bumped the ball away with his knuckle. Dylan curled into a discontented circle on Spencer's lap as Brendon huffed and walked back down the hallway, accidentally kicking the ball and then having to chase it a little.
When he finally got hold of it, he paused, looking from the ball to them with narrowed eyes. "What were you guys doing in here, anyway?"
"Nothing," Ryan said, reaching up to pet Dylan. "Nothing at all."
-
"Come on, it's the last time for - well, for now," Brendon said, "What do you want?"
"Anything, it doesn't matter," Jon murmured, and Ryan closed his eyes, listening, feeling, saving this so he wouldn't forget the feeling of being surrounded by them, naked skin, warmth, hands on him, all over him. God, he wanted to just climb on, Jon was so hard, wanted to sink right down on his cock and squeeze his thighs around Jon's hips, keep him. Spencer pressed up against him, cock nudging between his cheeks, and Ryan spread for him, just in case he wanted in. "All of you."
"You have all of us," Brendon whispered, kissing behind Jon's ear.
Jon said, "Fuck me."
Brendon scrambled to get on top of Jon so fast he nearly sprained something.
"I meant that metaphorically," Jon said, and Brendon cried out, "What?"
Spencer snickered, and Jon said, "Just kidding, really, fuck me."
"Dude, that is mean." Brendon pushed Jon over onto his stomach and got behind him, hiking his hips up.
Jon grinned at Ryan. He appeared to be at peace with that. Ryan smiled back and Jon murmured, "Hey," reaching out to touch Ryan's hip, "Come here." Ryan quirked an eyebrow at him, but shuffled up the bed, thinking that Jon wanted to kiss him, but Jon just laughed a little and gestured for him to come up further.
"He wants to suck you, Ry," Spencer whispered, patting Ryan's ass and urging him upward, "let him before I go take your place."
Brendon seemed preoccupied with just touching Jon's ass, pushing the tips of his fingers in and out as Ryan crawled up the bed, back against the headboard and Jon leaning down to his lap.
"Did you need some help with that or something?" Spencer asked Brendon.
Brendon said, "Well, you could suck my dick."
"Could I really," Spencer said, and Brendon batted his eyelashes at Spencer, licked his fingers and started working Jon open.
It was interesting, seeing it close up; they all liked getting fucked, but Jon didn't take it much, so it took longer to get him ready, Brendon fingering him slowly, carefully as Spencer sucked Brendon's cock, and Jon flicked his tongue out for the first few tentative licks at Ryan's dick, lapping at the head as Ryan groaned and tried not to thrust forward. Jon watched him, eyes fluttering shut whenever Brendon went deep, three fingers stretching him until Spencer pulled off of Brendon's cock and then Ryan strained up to see Brendon push in, knowing Jon had to be tight, knowing it by the way Brendon looked like he was having a religious experience.
"Fuck," Jon mumbled, mouthing at Ryan's cock, his balls, before taking Ryan back in, each small thrust of Brendon's hips pushing Jon forward to take Ryan in deeper. Spencer moved back up the bed, touching Ryan's hip, and Jon fumbled, eyes closed, to get his hands on Spencer, too, feeling up his thigh before grasping his cock firmly and stroking.
Ryan let a hand rest softly in Jon's hair, not needing to guide him overmuch, he was good, hot wet mouth and god, it was Jon, he'd hardly thought - but it didn't matter now, it wasn't just Jon and Brendon anymore, it was all of them together, Brendon's hand sliding up Jon's back so Ryan could link fingers with him, smiling at each other over Jon, Ryan keeping one hand on Jon's shoulder, helping him balance as he sucked Ryan, jerked Spencer off, took each of Brendon's thrusts. Ryan couldn't help it, the rhythm was too fine, too perfect, Brendon fucking Jon onto Ryan's dick, Spencer's little murmurs as Jon stroked him; he came, biting his lip and thrusting his hips forward, and Jon swallowed around him, only stopping to gasp for air when Ryan pulled out.
Jon tugged at Spencer's cock, and Spencer jostled Ryan over, letting Jon take him in. Jon lost his balance for a moment as Ryan shifted away but Spencer caught him, tangled his fingers in Jon's hair, whispered, "Shh," and oh god, fuck, Ryan was going to miss this so, so much. He laid down next to Jon, watching him suck Spencer, pushed back and forth between Spencer and Brendon until Brendon thrust in hard and came; it was nice to just look at him, look at Brendon's face without the distraction of Brendon's dick in his ass. Brendon smiled down at him, panting a little, hot, and Ryan dragged him down for a long, slow kiss as Jon finished Spencer off.
They all went for Jon's dick simultaneously, gathering around him, heads dipping low when he rolled onto his back, still hard. Ryan won out, taking Jon down his throat and swallowing around him, Brendon and Spencer still leaning in to touch Jon where Ryan wasn't. Spencer licked at the base of Jon's cock while Brendon fingered him, pressing in and up, and it wasn't a minute before Jon came, Ryan moving off so Jon came over his own stomach, and Jon's head dropped back against the bed as Spencer and Brendon licked him clean, kissing when they were finished until Ryan nosed his way in and kissed Spencer. Brendon nuzzled his cheek, and Ryan turned to kiss him, too.
"I think you guys are gonna be okay without me," Jon said, and Ryan knew he was right, they would be, they wouldn't - they wouldn't stop, even without Jon.
Ryan blinked up at Jon. "Better with you, though," he said, and Jon smiled as they all moved up, Ryan sprawling across Jon's stomach and Spencer and Brendon curling around him.
"Yeah," Jon murmured, kissing Spencer's forehead, tangling his fingers in Brendon's hair. "Yeah."
-
As goodbyes, Ryan thought, he'd seen worse. It was sort of hard to sustain any pre-separation angst when Jon kept getting passed back and forth for kisses, even though they were running a little late for their flight already. Probably blowjobs in the car hadn't helped. Ryan had wondered why Brendon made Jon park so far out in the garage - he should have seen that one coming, honestly.
"I'll write you every day," Brendon promised, and Jon rolled his eyes and ruffled Brendon's hair.
"No you won't," he said.
Brendon bit his lip. "I'll jerk off thinking about you every day."
"See, that I believe," Jon said, "but maybe have Ryan help, he's good with his hands."
Ryan beamed.
"You were a great boyfriend," Brendon said, his lower lip starting to wobble, just a bit.
"Well, you still have two others," Jon said. He pressed his thumb to Brendon's mouth, stilling the quiver, and Brendon kissed the tip, closing his mouth around it and sucking a little. "You guys keep each other warm, okay? I'll see you again."
"We'll call and talk dirty to you," Spencer said, and kissed Jon on the cheek. Ryan kissed Jon's other cheek, squishing him between them.
"You better."
Brendon leaned in and stole a quick kiss from Jon, goodbyes were exchanged, and then Ryan and Spencer were tugging Brendon away from Jon (and then they were shouting, "Hey!" and running after Brendon, who'd slipped back for another hug when they weren't looking, and after another round of hugs and promises of contact and flights out and, "Dirty, graphic phonesex and naughty T-Mails," Brendon swore, they finally detached Brendon from Jon and made it to the security line) and trudging through security, with Brendon forlornly clinging to Ryan and then Spencer.
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"We'll talk to him a lot," Ryan said. They'd pushed up the armrests between them, and Ryan had his hand on Brendon's thigh, reassuring. "It'll be fine."
Brendon slid down in his seat, sending Ryan's hand further up his thigh. "I miss him already," he said.
"It's been twenty minutes," Spencer pointed out. "Here, read Blender." He handed Brendon his copy, and Brendon barely glanced at it before pushing it away, disinterested.
"Jon always liked Rolling Stone better," Brendon said, and Ryan could almost sense it - soon, there would be pouting. Curtail, he thought to himself.
Ryan rubbed at Brendon's thigh, and Brendon arched his hips a little, nuzzling Ryan's shoulder.
"Hey," Brendon said, brightening. "Wanna join the Mile High Club?"
-
Ryan gripped the edge of the counter, head dropped so he wouldn't have to watch, fuck, he hardly had any space to move-
"We are so hot, dude," Brendon murmured, and maybe Ryan would have been able to appreciate the compliment had Brendon not been fucking him in the ass in an airplane bathroom, god. Brendon kissed Ryan's shoulder, fingers edging around Ryan's hip and then grasping his cock, thrusting shallowly in and out of him and it had been way, way too long already, the longest five minutes of Ryan's life, he was totally going to owe Spencer a handjob under the blanket for this because it was probably not fair to be playing without him.
"Conceited," Ryan gasped.
Brendon pushed his hips forward hard, grinding in deep, and muttered, "Hey, I said 'we.'"
Ryan let his eyes flutter open, just enough to see Brendon's face over his shoulder, their bare hips cut off by the mirror so they might have been doing anything, really, except then Brendon struck deep and Ryan moaned, tipping his head back.
"Shh," Brendon said, stroking his cock, his lips moving over Ryan's neck, slow pressure as Brendon worked his hips, slid his other hand down to press at the small of Ryan's back until Ryan bent further over the counter, trying to spread his legs with his pants down around his thighs, trying, god he was trying, he wanted to come, he did, he wanted Brendon to come inside him and then they could go back to their seats and, something. Brendon slammed in, jarring Ryan forward, and the bite of pain against the tops of his thighs was enough to shock Ryan into coming over Brendon's fist.
"Faster," Ryan hissed, and Brendon gave him a dark look in the mirror, lifted his hand to Ryan's mouth so he could clean him off. Ryan glared but took Brendon by the wrist and licked at his fingers; Brendon gasped, tensed, and came.
"You know," Brendon said a few minutes later, zipping up his pants, "You should probably blow Spencer in here. Just to be fair."
"You should blow Spencer," Ryan said moodily. Brendon had been a bit too rough. Sitting would possibly be awkward.
"Maybe I will," Brendon told him, and backed Ryan up against the counter (it didn't take much), threading his fingers through Ryan's hair and then kissing him hard on the mouth, like Ryan was all he wanted right then, all he needed. Ryan forgot why he was mad.
-
"He fucking choked me," Brendon said to Ryan, glaring daggers at Spencer.
"There was turbulence, oh my god, I said I was sorry," Spencer hissed back.
Ryan tried really, really hard not to laugh, biting his lip as if unable to otherwise withhold the outpouring of sympathy.
"You owe me," Brendon said, slumping in his seat.
Spencer put a hand on the back of his neck, rubbing his thumb over the top of Brendon's spine. "I know," he said, and later, when Brendon stole half of Spencer's in-flight snack, Spencer just kept reading his magazine and let him.
-
"Come on, spread," Brendon said, slapping Ryan's thighs apart. Ryan rolled his eyes but complied, and Brendon got up on his knees, aiming his Sidekick for a long shot of Ryan's body with Spencer curled around.
"If Jon ever breaks up with us, we're fucked," Spencer said, looking up just as the camera flashed.
Brendon sent the picture, then slid the phone shut and flopped down next to Spencer. "Then I guess we should probably never break up, and just buy a really big house and live happily ever after forever and ever."
Ryan grabbed at Brendon's hand, tugging at him until he climbed back over and got on Ryan's other side. Ryan liked being in the middle best. "We'll need a really big bed," Ryan said. "And a cook."
"I can cook," Spencer said, which was true. Spencer made really good waffles. That wasn't the point, though. Ryan kind of wanted to have a house with a staff.
"Ryan just wants manservants," Brendon said.
Ryan pinched him. "I already have you, don't I?"
"And how would you like me to service you?" Brendon leered, sliding a bare leg between Ryan's.
Ryan put a hand on Brendon's head and pushed him down the bed.
-
"Dude, Jon's coming out with Academy to that radio show in May!" Brendon said, throwing himself ecstatically onto the couch on top of Ryan and Spencer.
"Fuck, could you guys not - god!" Brent stood up from his seat, throwing his magazine down and stomping back to the bunks.
Ryan looked down at his lapful of Brendon. "You know, that's like one of the only times he's been hanging out with us out here in like the last month."
"Oops," Brendon said. Spencer petted his hair. "So," Brendon continued, in a smaller voice than before, "Jon's coming out with Academy to that radio show in May."
"That's great," Spencer said, sounding genuinely pleased. "I've missed him."
"Yeah, me too." Ryan smiled down at Brendon, curling his hand in the fabric of Brendon's shirt and nudging it up to knuckle at his stomach.
"Me too," Brendon said, a little breathless. "Come here." Ryan leaned down and kissed Brendon lightly.
"Maybe we can get him on the summer tour," Spencer said, "teching or something. Fight William for him. We could take him."
"A light gust of wind could take him," Brendon said, but Ryan could tell he was thinking about it, pulling back from Ryan a bit. "You think? Really?"
"I think," Ryan said, knowing it was true, "that we'll be able to figure something out."