You Want It, You Got It
Ryan cursed under his breath as he died for about the millionth time. Video games just weren’t his thing but there was really nothing else to do during the day when the bus was moving toward the next concert location and sleep was a really overused option. Ryan sullenly threw the controller onto the floor and glared at Jon when the older man dared to laugh.
“Why do you even try, Ry?” Spencer asked while shuffling in the cupboard for a snack. He quickly whirled to face Ryan and dropped the box he was holding. “I rhymed. Dude, I’m awesome, you should let me write the lyrics for the next album!”
Ryan rolled his eyes and laughed when Jon winced. “Would you like to sing too, Spence?”
Spencer’s eyes got hugely big, “I wouldn’t have to, like, talk to the crowd, would I?”
Ryan and Jon both laughed and Spencer looked at them in mock confusion. “What?”
“Ryan!” Brendon’s head popped out of the bunk area and his eyes frantically searched for the lanky man. “Could you come back here for a sec?”
Ryan’s face scrunched then he slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked to the back of the bus. “What’s so…oh my God! Brendon, pants!”
Ryan shielded his eyes from the lead singer’s naked bottom half. Brendon rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to molest you or anything. I just need you to feel something.”
Ryan gasped. “So, you what, need me to molest you?”
Brendon bit his lip, “Ry, I’m serious, there’s something there.”
“Something like what?” Brendon was never serious. This couldn’t be good.
“There’s a weird bump. I don’t think it’s supposed to be there.” Brendon gripped his member suddenly and lifted it to show the bottom of the shaft on the underside.
Ryan battled with himself for a minute then gently lowered himself to his knees. He gently touched the area, running his fingertips over the skin and looking for the bump. He lowered his eyes when he found what Brendon was talking about. “It’s a vein, you idiot.”
“Are you sure, Ry?” Brendon was asking earnestly and sounded a bit nervous.
Ryan opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a girly shriek from the doorway. Spencer stood with his hands covering his face and Jon peeking over his shoulder. Ryan could imagine how this looked: Brendon almost naked with Ryan holding on to his dick with and open mouth.
“We were just…” Brendon looked down at Ryan, not sure how to finish that sentence.
“He’s not even hard.” Ryan closed his eyes as soon as the words left his mouth. For all the striking, metaphorical lyrics he could produce out of thin air, he didn’t seem to be able to transfer the grace into speaking.
Part 2
“Why do you even try, Ry?” Spencer asked while shuffling in the cupboard for a snack. He quickly whirled to face Ryan and dropped the box he was holding. “I rhymed. Dude, I’m awesome, you should let me write the lyrics for the next album!”
Ryan rolled his eyes and laughed when Jon winced. “Would you like to sing too, Spence?”
Spencer’s eyes got hugely big, “I wouldn’t have to, like, talk to the crowd, would I?”
Ryan and Jon both laughed and Spencer looked at them in mock confusion. “What?”
“Ryan!” Brendon’s head popped out of the bunk area and his eyes frantically searched for the lanky man. “Could you come back here for a sec?”
Ryan’s face scrunched then he slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked to the back of the bus. “What’s so…oh my God! Brendon, pants!”
Ryan shielded his eyes from the lead singer’s naked bottom half. Brendon rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to molest you or anything. I just need you to feel something.”
Ryan gasped. “So, you what, need me to molest you?”
Brendon bit his lip, “Ry, I’m serious, there’s something there.”
“Something like what?” Brendon was never serious. This couldn’t be good.
“There’s a weird bump. I don’t think it’s supposed to be there.” Brendon gripped his member suddenly and lifted it to show the bottom of the shaft on the underside.
Ryan battled with himself for a minute then gently lowered himself to his knees. He gently touched the area, running his fingertips over the skin and looking for the bump. He lowered his eyes when he found what Brendon was talking about. “It’s a vein, you idiot.”
“Are you sure, Ry?” Brendon was asking earnestly and sounded a bit nervous.
Ryan opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a girly shriek from the doorway. Spencer stood with his hands covering his face and Jon peeking over his shoulder. Ryan could imagine how this looked: Brendon almost naked with Ryan holding on to his dick with and open mouth.
“We were just…” Brendon looked down at Ryan, not sure how to finish that sentence.
“He’s not even hard.” Ryan closed his eyes as soon as the words left his mouth. For all the striking, metaphorical lyrics he could produce out of thin air, he didn’t seem to be able to transfer the grace into speaking.
Part 2