30 Day OTP NSFW Challenge - Day Two - Kissing (Naked)
Author: ericasaur
Rating: PG...15? Idk man
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: But Brendon grabs his arm, holding him in place and giving him that look that Ryan loves - the one that’s soft and loving and makes Ryan want to slam his head into a wall because it’s so perfect.
Disclaimer: Fiction
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Brendon’s the most unconventional person that Ryan knows. He speaks his mind even in the most awkward of times, he does whatever he wants and doesn’t bother worrying what anyone’s going to think, and most of all, when he decides he wants something he doesn’t stop until he has it. It’s an admirable trait, but for Ryan, also an annoying one.
And that’s why Ryan shouldn’t be surprised when Brendon just barges into the bathroom when he’s in the shower. “Brendon!” Ryan squeals in protest, pulling the mostly see-through shower curtain around himself as he peeks his head out. “Get out!”
“Oh, please. Like I haven’t already seen you naked a thousand times,” Brendon scoffs, playfully trailing his eyes up and down Ryan’s body. Ryan can feel his face turning red, and suddenly the water feels a lot hotter falling down his skin.
“I seriously doubt it’s been a thousand times,” Ryan argues childishly. He doesn’t know why he’s so weird about Brendon seeing him naked - they’ve slept together numerous times, for fuck’s sake - but he just feels so overexposed.
Brendon just rolls his eyes, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it haphazardly on the ground. Ryan just watches as he removes his jeans too, finally sputtering in protest when the boxers start to come off. Oh he is so not doing what Ryan thinks he’s doing. Brendon starts walking toward the shower, grinning at Ryan as he steps in. Oh, he did not just -
“Excuse me?” Ryan screeches, trying to cover himself. “You can’t just invite yourself into my shower!” He opens and closes his mouth, trying to maneuver around Brendon so that he can step out. But Brendon grabs his arm, holding him in place and giving him that look that Ryan loves - the one that’s soft and loving and makes Ryan want to slam his head into a wall because it’s so perfect. It’s the way Brendon looks at him when Ryan’s feeling self-conscious - like Brendon is conveying with his eyes that Ryan doesn’t need to feel that way.
“What’s really wrong? Because I know that you don’t have personal space issues,” Brendon points out, turning around so that he can properly look at Ryan. The water splashes against Brendon’s face, little droplets rolling down onto his shoulders. His wet eyelashes are dark and a striking contrast against his fair skin. He’s so beautiful that Ryan’s chest physically aches sometimes.
“I just…” Ryan sighs, not meeting the younger boy’s eyes. “Sometimes I don’t want you to look at me.” He sounds so desolate, so unbearably sad that Brendon has to touch him, put his hand on the side of his neck as some sign that he cares.
“Why?” Brendon asks, his eyebrows creasing in confusion and worry. He stands a little closer, placing gentle kisses on Ryan’s neck as he explains.
“Because,” Ryan sighs, closing his eyes and putting his hand on Brendon’s lower back while the kisses continue to lavish his neck. “You could do so much better than me and I know that you’re settling and that I’m not the most attractive person in the world, and I just hate when you look at me because I have so many flaws and-”
“Whoa, whoa,” Brendon stops Ryan’s rambling in fear of him going on and on with a list of nonexistent flaws. He pulls back from his neck and looks him in the eyes with an expression that clearly says ‘are you insane?’ “If you think I’m settling for you then you’re out of your fucking mind,” Brendon laughs shortly, stroking a hand down Ryan’s side. “You do realize that I pined over you for three years right?” he reminds him. “What part of my love confession didn’t you get? I meant everything I said, Ry.” Around two months ago Brendon had finally confessed his ridiculous crush - well it was way more than a crush - to Ryan. He didn’t know that Ryan had felt the same way the entire time.
“Ryan, you’re perfect,” Brendon breathes against his shoulder, trailing his hand back up and taking Ryan’s face in his hand. “Don’t give me that look - I’m not lying to you. Do you know that I spent so many hours just staring at you trying to memorize every angle, every curve, and every inch of your body? I wanted to be able to close my eyes and just picture you when you weren’t with me,” he says softly. Ryan’s shaky breathing is barely audible over the pounding of the water on the shower floor. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Ryan,” Brendon leans forward, closing the space between them until their lips are fused together.
Brendon turns them around, pushing Ryan forward and against the wall under the spray of water. “I can’t even tell you all the things I love about your body because it’d take all night,” he breathes, the air hot and steamy from the near-scalding water. He mouths at Ryan’s jaw, sliding his hands down his chest and gripping his hips, slippery from the water. “The thoughts you make me think are not very partial to my Mormon values,” he grins, licking his way into Ryan’s mouth and Ryan groans at the tiny flicks of his hot tongue. His hands are fumbling, touching every part of Brendon they can reach, and his mouth opens up, lips moving smoothly against Brendon’s.
“Sometimes I would be up late at night, thinking about you and your skin and your mouth all over me,” Brendon pants, mouthing hotly at Ryan’s collarbone. “And I’d think about what it’d be like to get on my knees for you, suck you off until you’re screaming my name.” Ryan swears under his breath, letting the water lull him into relaxation as Brendon sucks on a spot under his jaw. “The first time I ever jerked off I was thinking about you,” he reveals, moving back to Ryan’s mouth and kissing him with so much passion that Ryan’s head goes fuzzy. “I couldn’t take it anymore - I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch myself because thinking of you made me so hard that it was unbearable. And every time I’ve jerked off since then, it’s been thoughts of you that made me come.”
Ryan groans with a sudden lust, a need that he’s never really felt so urgent for. He spins them around, pushing Brendon up against the wall and fitting his mouth against his, pulling his bottom lip with his teeth and sliding his tongue in. “You- I- fuck,” he says, voice cracking. He brings his hands up to Brendon’s face, their skin sliding together easily from the hot water. “Brendon,” is all he can seem to get out, voice soft and full of something akin to pure need. He closes the gap between them again, lips gliding together smoothly. Brendon’s mouth is wet and warm, his full lips applying just the right amount of pressure to make Ryan’s knees feel weak.
Brendon teases Ryan with wicked flicks of his tongue, licking along his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Brendon is very… well, sexy is the only word to describe it, when he’s kissing. His motions are always slow and full of intent - that intent being to pull those hot, stuttering breaths from Ryan, make him pant and writhe just with his lips. And it works every time. He made Ryan come once just from kissing him. Kissing Brendon isn’t just kissing - it’s a fucking experience, something that makes Ryan shake and fall apart.
“The- the water is getting cold, fuck,” Brendon giggles, pushing against Ryan so he can get out from under the now freezing water. Ryan laughs against his mouth, attempting to turn the water off and step out of the shower without prying his lips away. They stand there, naked and dripping with water but their mouths never separating because that would be impossible at the moment.
“So, what did we learn today, hmm?” Brendon hums, looking up at Ryan through his lashes, and up this close, Ryan can make out the specks of light brown in Brendon’s otherwise chocolate colored eyes.
“Mm, we learned that,” Ryan scrunches his face up, looking at Brendon playfully. “That you like to interrupt people’s showers,” he shrugs, nodding. Brendon scoffs, pushing on his shoulder.
“No, we learned that you’re stupid and I love you,” he says gently, biting his lip and playing with Ryan’s fingers. He looks like a smitten teenage girl, and Ryan has to smile.
“And we learned that you totally can’t keep your hands off me,” Ryan says airily, kissing Brendon, short and sweet.
“Aw, baby,” Brendon looks at him sardonically, trailing a hand down his abdomen. “We already knew that.”
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A/N: Okay, I promise every prompt after this is smutty, so they should be longer and a lot more interesting. Let's see if I can actually keep up with the posting on time! :)
Rating: PG...15? Idk man
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
POV: Third
Summary: But Brendon grabs his arm, holding him in place and giving him that look that Ryan loves - the one that’s soft and loving and makes Ryan want to slam his head into a wall because it’s so perfect.
Disclaimer: Fiction
masterpost
Brendon’s the most unconventional person that Ryan knows. He speaks his mind even in the most awkward of times, he does whatever he wants and doesn’t bother worrying what anyone’s going to think, and most of all, when he decides he wants something he doesn’t stop until he has it. It’s an admirable trait, but for Ryan, also an annoying one.
And that’s why Ryan shouldn’t be surprised when Brendon just barges into the bathroom when he’s in the shower. “Brendon!” Ryan squeals in protest, pulling the mostly see-through shower curtain around himself as he peeks his head out. “Get out!”
“Oh, please. Like I haven’t already seen you naked a thousand times,” Brendon scoffs, playfully trailing his eyes up and down Ryan’s body. Ryan can feel his face turning red, and suddenly the water feels a lot hotter falling down his skin.
“I seriously doubt it’s been a thousand times,” Ryan argues childishly. He doesn’t know why he’s so weird about Brendon seeing him naked - they’ve slept together numerous times, for fuck’s sake - but he just feels so overexposed.
Brendon just rolls his eyes, tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it haphazardly on the ground. Ryan just watches as he removes his jeans too, finally sputtering in protest when the boxers start to come off. Oh he is so not doing what Ryan thinks he’s doing. Brendon starts walking toward the shower, grinning at Ryan as he steps in. Oh, he did not just -
“Excuse me?” Ryan screeches, trying to cover himself. “You can’t just invite yourself into my shower!” He opens and closes his mouth, trying to maneuver around Brendon so that he can step out. But Brendon grabs his arm, holding him in place and giving him that look that Ryan loves - the one that’s soft and loving and makes Ryan want to slam his head into a wall because it’s so perfect. It’s the way Brendon looks at him when Ryan’s feeling self-conscious - like Brendon is conveying with his eyes that Ryan doesn’t need to feel that way.
“What’s really wrong? Because I know that you don’t have personal space issues,” Brendon points out, turning around so that he can properly look at Ryan. The water splashes against Brendon’s face, little droplets rolling down onto his shoulders. His wet eyelashes are dark and a striking contrast against his fair skin. He’s so beautiful that Ryan’s chest physically aches sometimes.
“I just…” Ryan sighs, not meeting the younger boy’s eyes. “Sometimes I don’t want you to look at me.” He sounds so desolate, so unbearably sad that Brendon has to touch him, put his hand on the side of his neck as some sign that he cares.
“Why?” Brendon asks, his eyebrows creasing in confusion and worry. He stands a little closer, placing gentle kisses on Ryan’s neck as he explains.
“Because,” Ryan sighs, closing his eyes and putting his hand on Brendon’s lower back while the kisses continue to lavish his neck. “You could do so much better than me and I know that you’re settling and that I’m not the most attractive person in the world, and I just hate when you look at me because I have so many flaws and-”
“Whoa, whoa,” Brendon stops Ryan’s rambling in fear of him going on and on with a list of nonexistent flaws. He pulls back from his neck and looks him in the eyes with an expression that clearly says ‘are you insane?’ “If you think I’m settling for you then you’re out of your fucking mind,” Brendon laughs shortly, stroking a hand down Ryan’s side. “You do realize that I pined over you for three years right?” he reminds him. “What part of my love confession didn’t you get? I meant everything I said, Ry.” Around two months ago Brendon had finally confessed his ridiculous crush - well it was way more than a crush - to Ryan. He didn’t know that Ryan had felt the same way the entire time.
“Ryan, you’re perfect,” Brendon breathes against his shoulder, trailing his hand back up and taking Ryan’s face in his hand. “Don’t give me that look - I’m not lying to you. Do you know that I spent so many hours just staring at you trying to memorize every angle, every curve, and every inch of your body? I wanted to be able to close my eyes and just picture you when you weren’t with me,” he says softly. Ryan’s shaky breathing is barely audible over the pounding of the water on the shower floor. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Ryan,” Brendon leans forward, closing the space between them until their lips are fused together.
Brendon turns them around, pushing Ryan forward and against the wall under the spray of water. “I can’t even tell you all the things I love about your body because it’d take all night,” he breathes, the air hot and steamy from the near-scalding water. He mouths at Ryan’s jaw, sliding his hands down his chest and gripping his hips, slippery from the water. “The thoughts you make me think are not very partial to my Mormon values,” he grins, licking his way into Ryan’s mouth and Ryan groans at the tiny flicks of his hot tongue. His hands are fumbling, touching every part of Brendon they can reach, and his mouth opens up, lips moving smoothly against Brendon’s.
“Sometimes I would be up late at night, thinking about you and your skin and your mouth all over me,” Brendon pants, mouthing hotly at Ryan’s collarbone. “And I’d think about what it’d be like to get on my knees for you, suck you off until you’re screaming my name.” Ryan swears under his breath, letting the water lull him into relaxation as Brendon sucks on a spot under his jaw. “The first time I ever jerked off I was thinking about you,” he reveals, moving back to Ryan’s mouth and kissing him with so much passion that Ryan’s head goes fuzzy. “I couldn’t take it anymore - I couldn’t help myself, I had to touch myself because thinking of you made me so hard that it was unbearable. And every time I’ve jerked off since then, it’s been thoughts of you that made me come.”
Ryan groans with a sudden lust, a need that he’s never really felt so urgent for. He spins them around, pushing Brendon up against the wall and fitting his mouth against his, pulling his bottom lip with his teeth and sliding his tongue in. “You- I- fuck,” he says, voice cracking. He brings his hands up to Brendon’s face, their skin sliding together easily from the hot water. “Brendon,” is all he can seem to get out, voice soft and full of something akin to pure need. He closes the gap between them again, lips gliding together smoothly. Brendon’s mouth is wet and warm, his full lips applying just the right amount of pressure to make Ryan’s knees feel weak.
Brendon teases Ryan with wicked flicks of his tongue, licking along his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. Brendon is very… well, sexy is the only word to describe it, when he’s kissing. His motions are always slow and full of intent - that intent being to pull those hot, stuttering breaths from Ryan, make him pant and writhe just with his lips. And it works every time. He made Ryan come once just from kissing him. Kissing Brendon isn’t just kissing - it’s a fucking experience, something that makes Ryan shake and fall apart.
“The- the water is getting cold, fuck,” Brendon giggles, pushing against Ryan so he can get out from under the now freezing water. Ryan laughs against his mouth, attempting to turn the water off and step out of the shower without prying his lips away. They stand there, naked and dripping with water but their mouths never separating because that would be impossible at the moment.
“So, what did we learn today, hmm?” Brendon hums, looking up at Ryan through his lashes, and up this close, Ryan can make out the specks of light brown in Brendon’s otherwise chocolate colored eyes.
“Mm, we learned that,” Ryan scrunches his face up, looking at Brendon playfully. “That you like to interrupt people’s showers,” he shrugs, nodding. Brendon scoffs, pushing on his shoulder.
“No, we learned that you’re stupid and I love you,” he says gently, biting his lip and playing with Ryan’s fingers. He looks like a smitten teenage girl, and Ryan has to smile.
“And we learned that you totally can’t keep your hands off me,” Ryan says airily, kissing Brendon, short and sweet.
“Aw, baby,” Brendon looks at him sardonically, trailing a hand down his abdomen. “We already knew that.”
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A/N: Okay, I promise every prompt after this is smutty, so they should be longer and a lot more interesting. Let's see if I can actually keep up with the posting on time! :)