The Best Part of Me Is You - s/a
Author: ericasaur
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: 1st, Brendon’s
Summary: “It’s been three days, Ryan,” I deadpan.
“Yeah, which is like a month in sex-with-Brendon time,” he pouts, moving back to my mouth.
Disclaimer: Fiction.
Word Count: 3,750 words of porn.
A/N: This is the sequel to STD (Sex on The Down-low). It takes place after Ryan and Brendon get home from school. It’s just porn.
As soon as Ryan’s bedroom door closes, I find myself being pushed roughly against it. “Fuck,” Ryan mutters, pressing his body up against mine and attaching his mouth to my neck. “Been wanting to do this all day,” he says into my skin.
“Well, you got pretty close during Sex Ed,” I laugh softly, arching my neck to give him better access and sliding my hand up his back until it reaches his hair.
“You don’t even know how hard it is to keep my hands off of you in class,” he says, punctuating his words with a soft bite to my neck. I can’t not moan at that, although the sound that comes from my mouth is more of a whine than anything.
Ryan slips his hands up my shirt, the fabric stretching as he makes his way up and then back down again, making me shiver at the cool touch. He removes his mouth from my neck to take my shirt off, and I can already feel the bruise forming. We’re definitely going to be getting some knowing looks in school tomorrow.
“Fuck,” Ryan says, his voice sounding strangled. He’s pressed so tightly against me, running his hands all over my bare stomach. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I feel butterflies in my stomach from the sweet gesture. He can so easily make me feel like this - like I’m special, and loved.
“I can’t control myself with you,” he grins mischievously, sliding his hands down my back and into my pants and boxers. My eyes shut and I bite my lip, letting my head fall back against the door. I moan when his hands squeeze my ass, and he chuckles before kissing me.
Our lips slide together in sync, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I’ve always loved the way he tastes; clean with a little bit of sweetness. I suck on his tongue, the taste of him surrounding me, and he makes a soft little sound and grinds his hips slowly against mine. He pulls his mouth from mine only to bring it to my collarbone, pressing light, feathery kisses against it.
“It’s been way too fucking long,” he nearly pants, pressing a harder, open-mouthed kiss to my pale skin. I giggle a little, ghosting my fingers over his hipbone.
“It’s been three days, Ryan,” I deadpan.
“Yeah, which is like a month in sex-with-Brendon time,” he pouts, moving back to my mouth.
“We’ve gone longer,” I remind him, pressing my thumb into his hipbone so that he gasps and drops his head to the crook of my neck. If Ryan has a sweet spot, it’s right there. I press my thumb down harder, and he moans loud and unhinged.
“You’re a tease,” he accuses, panting against my neck.
“I’m not teasing, I’m making you feel good,” I smirk, pressing my thumb down again. He jerks, muttering ‘shit’ under his breath.
“That class got me thinking about this,” he whispers into my ear. “Made me think about all the things I wanted to do to you, and it made me think about the sounds you make and the way you bite your lip when you come,” he smiles seductively against my cheek. My breathing quickens and my heart starts racing in anticipation.
Ryan’s hands travel down my stomach to my pants, fumbling with the button until it goes through the hole. He tugs the zipper down, pulling my pants down past my hips.
“You’re not fucking me against the door,” I say immediately, remembering what happened the last time we did it standing up and how it resulted in various injuries.
“Of course not,” he says like it’s obvious, then he grins. “You’re fucking me.” I’m surprised, because usually when he’s acting all frantic and predatory that means he wants to top. When he bottoms, he’s always sweet and cuddly beforehand. “But not against the door,” he agrees, but then drops to his knees in front of me. My stomach twists with want at the sight. “I know you like it when I suck your cock more than anything,” he says, teasingly trailing a finger down my stomach and smirking up at me. “I know it’s your favorite.” I groan because he’s so right. There’s nothing that turns me on more than Ryan on his knees in front of me, staring up at me innocently.
“Yeah?” I smile. “And I know you love doing it.” He brings his fingers to the waistband of my boxers, grinning at me while he pulls them down.
“Not gonna argue with that,” he says, tugging down the fabric and gripping the base of my cock with his hand. He leans forward and my breath hitches, but he stops when he’s so, so close, and I can feel his hot breaths against my sensitive skin. He looks up at me with a playful spark in his eyes, smirking as he leans forward and flattens his tongue against the tip of my cock, licking over it once and drawing back again. A sharp breath rushes from me and I lean back heavily against the door.
“I do love sucking you off, you know why?” Ryan grins, stroking his hand slowly along my length. I meet his eyes, humming questionably. “Because the noises you make are so different from the ones you make when we have sex,” he starts, leaning in and licking quickly again. My hips jerk, and he presses a hand against them to hold me back. “I love how loud I can make you, especially when I take you in really deep,” he says, his voice all low and sultry now. I’m getting even more ridiculously turned on because dirty talk is so my thing, and he knows that. “And,” he says, moving forward and licking once more. “I love having your cock in my mouth. I love the way your come tastes,” he murmurs, pressing his face against my lower stomach and mouthing at it.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I say pathetically, my voice cracking. With the way he’s talking, I’m not going to last long at all.
“You love to eat fruit, so your come always tastes really sweet,” he breathes against my stomach, still sliding his hand along my cock.
“Ryan, please,” I choke out. He smiles up at me, pressing another wet kiss to my stomach before leaning down and finally fitting his mouth over my cock, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking, his eyes still on mine. A loud moan escapes me, sounding even louder in the quiet of the empty house. “God,” I groan, my head slamming back when Ryan starts to slide his mouth down my length.
I look down at him, and he looks so fucking hot like this; down on his knees for me, his mouth bobbing up and down furiously on my cock and his wide eyes never leaving mine.
I bring a hand to his hair and knot my fingers into it, pulling a little because I know how much that turns him on. He hums around me, his eyes slipping shut when I pull his hair again. It’s taking all my strength to not just fuck into his mouth - which he has let me do before, but I’m letting him take control right now.
He pulls off, still jerking me with his hand, and looks up at me with lust-filled eyes. “Mmm,” he hums, “god, you taste so fucking good,” he moans hoarsely before taking me into his mouth again and tonguing my slit where I know there’s already pre-come.
“Jesus, fuck,” I curse, not able to stop my hips from twitching forward a tiny bit. Ryan moves both his hands up either of my hips, gripping them tightly and digging his fingers into them where there are already bruises from a few days ago. I moan as he presses into the bruises, his mouth sliding down my cock while he swallows around me.
Ryan’s own sudden moan echoes mine, sending vibrations around my cock, and I look down to see him palming his own cock through his jeans. “Oh, fuck,” I pant, because that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He moans again, sucking harder, and I really can’t focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure building in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck, Ryan, fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whimper, pulling his hair tight between my fingers. He pulls off suddenly.
“Come on my face, baby,” he says desperately, groaning while he rubs himself. I bite my lip, whimpering again. He positions his face in front of my cock, opening his mouth wide and sliding his hand quickly up and down my length. The sight is so unbearably hot that it only takes a couple of strokes from his nimble fingers before I’m stuttering out a moan, Ryan’s name tripping off of my tongue, and coming in spurts all over his face; the first string landing on his cheek, then some in his mouth, his chin, over his lips. He stares at me through it all, still sliding his hand and pulling me through my orgasm. My lip is still between my teeth, the skin almost broken now from being bitten so hard, and I close my eyes while I try to get my breathing back to normal. When I open them again, Ryan is still looking at me, licking his lips. A playful, naughty-looking smile overtakes his face as he brings a finger to his cheek, wiping off the come and sucking it off of his finger. My breathing stutters as I watch him repeat the process until his face is clean, all the while staring up at me with that sexy smirk. He licks his lips again and my cock twitches interestedly. Oh, for fuck’s sake, I just got off.
Ryan slides his way back up my body, pulling my boxers up along the way and connecting our lips, tangling his tongue with mine. I can taste the bittersweet-ness of myself in his mouth and I wrap my arm around his waist, turning us around and pushing him back toward his bed. We fall onto it, limbs tangled, and Ryan laughs as he presses another soft kiss to my lips. “Mm, baby,” he sighs contentedly. “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile, rubbing my nose against his and pecking his lips again.
“I love you too,” I say softly. “Now take your clothes off and turn over,” I order, smacking his ass. He giggles a little before getting off the bed and biting his lip and raising an eyebrow while he starts lifting his shirt up.
“Gonna put on a show for me?” I laugh. He grins, tugging his shirt up agonizingly slow and running his hands all over himself along the way. I lean back on the bed and watch the shirt fall to the ground, watch his hands slide down to his pants and undo them. He’s never stripped for me like this, but it’s definitely turning me on. He slides his tight jeans down over his narrow hips, revealing sharp hipbones jutting out against his smooth skin. I don’t miss the way he sways his hips a little as he pushes his pants down all the way and steps out of them. “What’s next, a lap dance?” I laugh again.
“Maybe next time,” he muses, hopping back onto his bed and crawling over me. He leans down and bites at my lip, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then he crawls off of me and lies on his stomach like I asked, folding his arms on the pillow and lying his head on top of them. “Can we take it slow? I’m feeling like lazy sex,” he grins up at me.
“Of course,” I smile. “When we get to the sex.” Ryan raises an eyebrow at me and I just look back innocently, running my hands down his back. I slide his boxers off, tossing them aside, and slap his ass again like I did earlier. He giggles, situating himself so he’s more comfortable. “So since you did my favorite thing for me…” I start, grinning and situating myself behind him. He seems to know what I’m getting at because he whimpers, squirming a little.
“Oh god, please,” he begs. “Please, Bren.” I smile to myself, knowing that he’s excited because I haven’t done this in a while.
“Well, since you asked nicely,” I laugh softly. Ryan whimpers again in anticipation and when I push at his legs, he spreads them apart. “You like blowing me,” I say, running my hands over his ass and pushing his legs further apart, “and I like rimming you,” I smirk. Ryan moans into his pillow when I lean down and flick my tongue out over the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck, Bren,” he bites his lip. I let my tongue lick over him harder this time, loving the way his body writhes against the sheets. He gets so out of control from this, it drives him crazy. I rub my tongue over him again, this time sliding it into him, making Ryan moan quietly and push back against my tongue. I let him push back, my tongue getting as deep as it can, and Ryan fists his hands in the pillow. “Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels,” he pants, practically fucking himself on my tongue at this point, but I just let him.
I take him completely by surprise when I slide a finger in alongside my tongue. His breath hitches and his eyes squeeze shut as he moans. After a minute I add another finger, pushing them in and out of him slowly and licking around them. He’s making enjoyable little noises, rocking back gently against me. I slide in a third finger, but Ryan doesn’t wince because I know he kind of likes the feel of being stretched. He loves topping, but he’s a bit of a slut for bottoming.
My fingers work him open slowly, and his breathing increases with every flick of my wrist. I reach up his body to kiss him, and when I do he lets out a loud, filthy moan at the sudden movement. “Right there, holy shit,” he says frantically, pushing himself back on my fingers and moaning repeatedly. He arches off the bed a little, and a choked sound escapes him. “Fuck, fuck, stop or I’m gonna come,” he gasps. I smile, pulling my fingers out and feeling quite accomplished. “Jesus, come on, fuck me,” he demands, turning over on his back and pulling me down, crashing his lips against mine in a heated kiss.
“Lube?” I breathe, kissing down his neck.
“Fuck lube, just come on,” he urges, but I shake my head.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” I murmur, trailing my lips across his collarbone. He sighs in frustration.
“Top drawer, you know that,” he says, and I reach over to the drawer, opening it and retrieving the lube. Ryan turns to lie on his stomach again.
“You wanna do it like this?” I ask, eyebrow poised.
“Brendon, if you don’t fuck me into this mattress right now, I swear I will rape you,” he warns. I laugh lightheartedly while settling myself behind him, shedding my boxers and spreading the lube over my cock that’s been hard ever since Ryan and I moved to the bed.
I settle myself behind him, and I don’t waste any time in pushing into him. I know it’s not completely comfortable for him yet - I can tell by the tension in his back - but I also know he likes to get straight to the point, so I keep pushing until I’m in as far as I can go, desperately trying to stay still even though it feels so good I really just want to pound the shit out of him. But he said he wanted to go slow. So I lay a hand on his lower back, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in slowly.
There’s still discomfort on his face, but he pushes back to meet my thrusts, making soft noises. He’s tighter than I remember him being, and it feels so unbearably good that it’s taking all my strength to keep from moaning.
“Oh,” Ryan says softly when I change the angle up a little. “Do that again,” he murmurs, and I comply, thrusting into him at an upward angle. “Fuck, oh, right there,” he moans, reaching back and pulling me deeper into him. I start thrusting a little harder now, grabbing his hips and holding onto them for support. “Wait,” Ryan breathes suddenly, causing me to pause. He pulls off of me, sitting up on the bed. He backs up against me so his back is pressed to my stomach, and he sinks down onto my cock again, leaning his head back onto my shoulder and moaning.
I’m a little surprised because we’ve never done it like this at all, and it’s kind of weird with him practically riding me backwards, but it’s also insanely hot. It obviously feels better for him because he’s biting his lip and pushing himself down harder. I snake my hands around to his stomach, splaying my fingers across it and holding him while I thrust up into him at the same time that he sinks down. The tight, hot feeling of him around my cock is enough to make me moan like a whore, holding him tighter and sucking on his neck.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, riding me harder and bringing his hand to the back of my neck. “Br-Bren, oh god,” he cries. I realize I haven’t even touched him yet, so I quickly slide my hand down and grip his cock, running my hand along the length at a fast pace. “O-oh my god, fuck me,” he moans out, leaning heavily against me and craning his head to kiss me.
“Shit, Ryan,” I pant against his mouth, repeatedly thrusting harder into the perfect heat. “God, you feel so good,” I mumble into his neck, biting down on it and making him groan. I can’t really hold out much longer with him fucking himself on me and making those incredibly sexy noises, so it’s not long before my hips stutter and I’m coming inside him with a loud moan, mingling with his own moan as he feels the liquid inside of him. He still hasn’t come yet, so I pull out of him and hastily turn him around, slinking down his body and taking his leaking, flushed cock into my mouth and sucking him hard while he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moans with his eyes closed tight, thrusting into my mouth because he knows I don’t mind. I loosen my throat, allowing him to slip further inside and as soon as I press my fingers into his hipbones, he comes down my throat, crying out one curse after another and slowly thrusting until he comes down from the momentary high. I swallow around him before pulling off. “Holy fuck,” he pants, dragging me down to lie beside him and crawling over to kiss me. “Fuck, baby, that was like, the best sex we’ve ever had,” he laughs, his chest heaving.
“Yeah,” I say while trying to catch my own breath. “Yeah, that was definitely - yeah,” I laugh. He lifts the blanket up, crawling under it and holding it open for me. I crawl in beside him, snuggling against his side. “We should have tried that position months ago,” I muse.
“Yeah, that was definitely - fucking hell,” he laughs incredulously, nuzzling my neck.
“I’m so tired now,” I mumble, wrapping my arms around his middle. I’m definitely the cuddle-after-sex kind of person, but so is Ryan.
“Mm, let’s sleep,” he says around a yawn, laughing a little and pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. One kiss turns into two though, and then another, and another. I smile against Ryan’s lips, crawling on top of him and attacking his mouth with my tongue. He giggles into my mouth, bringing his hand to my neck. The blanket pools around my waist and I feel a shiver from the cool air. I’m about to suggest round two when the door opens.
“Hey, Ry, have you seen my - oh my god!” Ryan’s dad says, covering his eyes and running into the wall trying to turn around. Ryan snatches the blanket and pulls it up around us while I roll off of him and cower against his side. Ryan’s dad knows we’re together, and he is actually okay with it, but I’m sure he wasn’t expecting to walk in on this. “Um, sorry boys, guess I should, uh, knock from now on,” he laughs nervously, and oh god, why isn’t he just leaving? “Right, well. I’m just gonna - ” he runs into the wall again. Finally he makes it out the door, shutting it behind him.
“Oh my god,” I say, feeling mortified. When I look at Ryan he’s clearly trying to hold in laughter.
“Just imagine if he had come home five minutes earlier,” Ryan giggles. I roll my eyes, snuggling into his side again and sighing.
“Can we just sleep and pretend that never happened?” I mumble into his chest. He laughs, running his fingers through my hair and down my back.
“I believe we were in the middle of something,” he says playfully. I scoff.
“Not with your dad here.”
“Well he’s not coming back in here now,” he laughs.
“But what if he hears?” I worry, because I definitely don’t want my boyfriend’s dad to hear us fucking, oh my god. But then Ryan bites his lip at me, looking at me with those eyes. I can feel him already getting hard against me again, and I mean, how can I say no to that? “Fuck it,” I say, leaning in to kiss him again.
He laughs, kissing me softly and lovingly, and I’m pretty sure anything is worth having that forever.
End.