The One Thing I Never Expected - Chapter 11 (part 2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Ryan/Brendon (Gabilliam)
POV: 1st, Brendon's
Summary: Ryan is Brendon's best friend, they grew up together. But Ryan is different. An accident when he was a child left him deaf. Brendon has always taken care of Ryan, but now he's starting to care for Ryan in a different way...
Disclaimer: Fiction, I own nothing. It's not real.
Author’s Note: Sorry, too long, had to post in two parts. c:
Masterpost
Chapter 11 (Part 2)
“Bye, guys! I love you!” Gabe yells from Spencer’s car when they’re leaving my house. I roll my eyes.
“We love you too, Gabe!” I yell, and he beams, waving until he can’t see us anymore. He is honestly a child, but I don’t have the heart to be mean to him. He’d probably cry. Before he got in the car, he whispered, “I hope Ryan gives you some birthday sex, Brenny.” Brenny? Really?
“Thank God, they’re gone,” I let out a long sigh as Ryan and I walk back up to my room. My mom is at work, so we’re all alone. Perfect.
“I’m sorry for ruining your birthday,” Ryan says quietly when he sits on my bed.
“Ruining my birthday? What are you talking about?” I ask. He could never ruin anything for me. Plus, he got me a gift card to the mall, and we’re going shopping tomorrow. He’s awesome.
“At dinner, when I yelled at that waitress.” He thinks that ruined things for me?
“Ryan, I’m glad you did that. I thought it was really sweet. Not only the fact that you were jealous, but also because you told her I wasn’t a piece of meat for her to look at,” I laugh, and he smiles sheepishly. “That was my favorite part, because you know what that tells me?” He looks at me. “That tells me that you respect me. And respect is an important thing.” I feel kind of cheesy saying that, but it's true. He slowly smiles at me.
“Yeah? So you aren’t mad?” he asks in a small voice. I scoff.
“No, of course not. I thought you were being an amazing boyfriend.”
“Oh,” he replies. I nod and lean in to kiss him. He lies back on the bed and pulls me down with him, sighing into the kiss. He slides his hands underneath my shirt and runs his hands over my back. He pulls back from the kiss and chews on his lip.
“Um,” he says awkwardly. “I have another present for you, although I’m pretty sure you already know what it is,” he smiles. I just sit back and wait while he rummages through his bag on the floor next to the bed. He brings out a small paper bag and tosses it at me. I pick it up and dump it out, a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube falling out. He looks away, his cheeks pink. “We don’t have to,” he rushes out. “I just thought, y’know, if you want…”
“I want,” I say quickly. He looks at me and smiles again. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you earlier, you look absolutely perfect today.”
“Yeah? I tried to dress up for you,” he says. My heart melts into a pile of goo and falls into my stomach.
“You always look perfect, you just look extra-perfect tonight,” I laugh, kissing him.
“Why are you so sweet to me?” he asks softly.
“Because you deserve it,” I say back just as soft. He smiles a huge smile and kisses me again, pulling my shirt off. I’m only just now starting to think about what we’re doing, and then I’m suddenly nervous. How does he want to do this? I really don’t mind either way, but I don’t want to just assume. “Um, so…how do you want…?” I trail off, hoping he understands. God, don’t make me say it. So Ryan, do you want to fuck me, or should I fuck you? No.
“I- um, well. It is your birthday…” he tries. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs.
“You can’t let me do something that you don’t feel comfortable with just because it’s my birthday. I’m fine either way, honestly.” He looks nervous and embarrassed.
“Well, I…I want you to,” he says quietly. I just nod and kiss him softly. “Do you know what to do? Because that time you asked me how gay sex worked and I said I didn’t know, I was just embarrassed, I totally knew, but I think you should probably know before you attempt it,” he babbles. I laugh for a while before smiling sheepishly at him.
“No, I know how it works, trust me.” He raises his eyebrows. “What? I got curious,” I mumble. He grins and pulls me down again. He kisses me slow, like always, and I pull his shirt off, hating that I have to break the kiss to tug it over his head. I just need him right now. I attach our lips again and attempt to unbutton his pants with one hand while my other is cupping his face. I finally get the button undone after a bit of fumbling and then I pull his pants down, and he kicks them off onto the floor.
“Take your pants off,” he mumbles breathlessly. I quickly oblige and then he’s yanking me back down again. It’s a bit desperate, but still soft, always soft with Ryan. I start kissing his neck and his collarbone, and he makes a content noise. I know what I need to do now, but I’m a nervous wreck, and I’m just really hoping I can do this without completely sucking at it. I want it to be good for him. I pull his boxers off and then mine and throw them across the room. My eyes nervously dart up to his, asking permission, and he nods, running his fingers through my hair. I lean into the touch a little before focusing. Alright, okay. I can totally do this.
I place a soft kiss to his hip before grabbing the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto my hand, covering three fingers. I reposition myself between his legs and carefully slide one finger into him. And Jesus Christ, how is my dick supposed to fit in there? I’m suddenly terrified for Ryan. I look up at him, but he doesn’t look like this is new to him. I knit my brows, and he shrugs. “I’ve done this before, um, to myself,” he barely mumbles the last part. But Jesus, images. Okay, focus. I just nod. “Go ahead and add another one,” he says. I tentatively pull my finger out and push it back in with a second one. He bites his lip and winces a little, but when I look up he just nods, so I keep going. I work them around for a bit, trying to give him some kind of pleasure from this, but at least he’s not in pain. Well, yet. I know it the second I hit the right spot, because he freezes, and his breath hitches. I experimentally push against the same spot, and he lets out the filthiest moan I have ever heard in my life. "Okay, that never happened when I was doing this to myself," he breathes. My eyes get huge, and I keep hitting the same spot. He’s gripping the sheets and rolling his hips in time with me, all the while making various moans and whimpers.
“A-another one,” he chokes out, and I nod. Nothing I’ve ever done to him before has made him react like this. Now I kinda wish I had bottomed, because he looks like he’s died and gone to heaven. I add a third finger, and get right back to hitting that spot, so maybe he won’t feel too much pain. He winces a lot at first, but then it’s right back to the moaning and spluttering. I work my fingers around for a few more minutes until he pulls on my hand.
“S-stop, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come,” he heaves out. Is it really that good? I feel accomplished. “Alright, I’m ready,” he says. And now the nerves are back. This is so much bigger than anything we’ve done. This means something. We mean something to each other, and I’m glad we both waited, because that means that we’re giving each other something that has never belonged to anyone else.
“I’m really glad I waited for the right person, because I’m never going to regret this, no matter what happens. This, right now, is perfect,” I say softy. His eyes are so full of love, and he gives me this look, my look; the one he doesn’t give to anyone else.
“I’m glad too,” he says, smiling. I let out a long breathe before grabbing the box of condoms and opening it, grabbing one and tossing the box aside. Ryan looks nervous, but excited. That’s exactly how I’m feeling. I’m about to roll it on when Ryan grabs it. I look at him, confused.
“I want to do it,” he says quietly. He chews on his lip while he carefully rolls it on, and then grabs the bottle of lube, putting a generous amount on his hand, and then coating me with it. I moan a little at the contact, and he kisses me before he lies back down. I crawl over him and kiss him again, his hand instantly coming to grip my hair. “Go ahead,” he whispers. He doesn’t look scared, but God knows I would be.
I position myself over him and kiss his neck softly as I slowly, very carefully push into him a few inches. He inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut, and mumbles, “Just keep going.” I push in the rest of the way with just a little bit of difficulty. Once I’m in I take a deep breath, willing myself not to come right now, because fuck, I don’t know how that even fit.
“Brendon, please move, please,” Ryan whimpers. I feel bad, because I don’t want him to be uncomfortable at all. I want this to be as good for him as it is for me. I pull out and then gently push back in, trying to find the right spot, but nothing. Ryan is taking deep breaths, clearly trying not to show he’s in pain, but I can see through that.
“I’m sorry, baby, I- I’m trying, I just,” I break off with a moan. God, I can’t moan while he’s in pain, way to rub it in his face. He shakes his head.
“It’s not that bad anymore, just keep moving,” he mumbles, kissing my neck. I lift his hips just a little trying to get a better grip, and then Ryan moans.
“Yeah? Right there?” I ask. He nods frantically, so I pull out and thrust hard into the same spot, and he cries out, his whole body shaking. I freeze, because damn.
“Oh fuck, Brendon. That is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life, don’t you fucking stop, what is wrong with you?” he rushes out frantically, and I continue thrusting into him again, making him completely fall to pieces, moaning and saying my name, extremely loud, might I add. I’m glad my mom isn’t home. Oh God, not thinking of my mother right now.
He starts moving his hips up to meet my thrusts, and it all feels so good, I can’t even take it. “Ryan, you’re so- I can’t. God,” I choke out. “So good.” I lean down to kiss him, and it’s not a slow kiss this time. It’s hot and fast and awesome.
“Bren,” he moans. “Shit, I- oh, God that’s good,” he babbles. I need to make him come before me, because I want to make this amazing. I bring my hand between us and start stroking him in time with my thrusts. And if I thought the noises he was making were filthy before, Jesus Christ. He cries out one last time, moaning my name as he comes on my stomach and my hand. And he’s clenching around me, and it’s just all too much, and I can’t hold out anymore. I just feel rippling pleasure throughout my entire body, and I know I’m probably being so loud the neighbors can hear, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. Ryan is kissing my neck while I ride out the waves of pleasure, and then he brings our mouths together, the kisses lazy and slow again. We just lie there for a minute, breathing in the same air.
He winces a little as I pull out. I throw the condom in the trash can beside my bed and flop down on the bed beside him, completely worn out.
“Remind me again why we waited so long to do that?” he asks, trying to catch his breath. I grin and roll over so I’m cuddling against him.
“I don’t know, but I have a feeling we’re going to be doing it a lot more,” I say. He smiles and kisses me softly one last time before I get up to turn the lights out, and I go back to snuggle with my boyfriend until we both drift off.
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