PatD: Map of the Problematique (Jon/Ryan)
Title: Map of the Problematique
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Jon likes Ryan's hands (a little too much.)
Disclaimer: Not real.
Word count: 720
Notes: I was feeling feisty today thus I wrote comment porn for foxxcub. So I've tidied it up, stolen a title from Muse given it a title and am posting it here 'cos I'm anal like that. Also? Does a person need to warn for mentions of fisting? If so then... be warned. (Urgh. Can't. Stop. Writing. Jon/Ryan. Send help.)
The thing is, Jon has never thought of himself as having a fetish or a kink, or even a vague preference when it comes to other people’s bodies. He’s an all or nothing kind of a guy, not a leg man or an ass man or a whatever man. Sure, yeah, he notices things like mouths (Brendon’s) or hips (Spencer’s) but honestly? He likes to think of them as part of the whole package - Brendon’s mouth is part of Brendon’s face, which is part of Brendon’s body and comes complete with Brendon’s personality and Disney obsession and love of a good cuddle (Jon’s definitely down with the cuddling.) And Spencer’s hips, while clearly created for grabbing and holding on to, are really just the things between Spencer’s waist and those legs that go on for miles. And more importantly, they’re a part of the whole bitchy-funny-geeky-gorgeous that is Spencer Smith.
But, see, Jon might possibly have a tiny bit of a thing when it comes to Ryan. More specifically, he might have, kinda, maybe, just the beginnings of, a full-on obsession with Ryan’s fingers. Because, well, Ryan’s fingers are long and thin in a way that should be freaky but. Isn’t. There’s something about the way that Ryan’s hands look when they’re curled round the neck of his guitar, or holding a book spread open on his lap, or tapping a pen against the table when he’s trying to come up with lyrics that, well, that just does something to Jon. Flips a switch in his brain so that he spends way too much of his time zoned out and half-hard, thinking about Ryan and Ryan’s fingers and the things Ryan could do with them. (Jon doesn’t spend half as much time stoned as people think. Most of the time the casually blank look on his face has nothing to do with weed and everything to do with the fact that Ryan is waving his hands about as he talks, until Jon just wants to grab his wrist and suck those fingers into his mouth one by one.)
Jon’s lost track of the number of times he’s jerked off thinking about how Ryan’s fingers would feel wrapped around his cock, or, how they would feel trailing between the cheeks of his ass and pushing slick and blunt inside him. He’s come, shaking and gasping, in his bunk thinking about Ryan holding his arms above his head - one of Ryan’s hands wrapped around his wrists, those too-long fingers digging into his skin, the other stroking him maddeningly slowly until Jon has to beg Ryan to let him come. And, sometimes, when he’s home-alone in Chicago and there’s no one around to hear the noises he makes when he can’t help but not keep quiet, Jon thinks about having all four of Ryan’s fingers inside him. Thinks about how it would feel if Ryan folded his thumb across his palm and pushed, until Jon could feel the span of Ryan’s knuckles stretching him impossibly wide, caught on the high wire tension between pleasure and pain unable to do anything but pant open-mouthed and desperate, waiting for Ryan’s hand to slip inside and curl into a fist.
Which is. A problem. It’s one thing to have a man-crush on one of his best friends (it happens, Jon deals with it, mostly ignores it until, eventually, it fades into friendship, like with him and Tom) but - imagining Ryan doing the kind of things that Jon has only ever seen in porn and having to share a bus with him on a daily basis, that's a whole other level of problematic. Because Jon’s fairly certain that Ryan has noticed the way he stares a little too long, and felt the way he shivers involuntarily when Ryan touches him or grabs his wrist to get his attention. Jon’s seen Ryan watching him like he’s trying to work out what’s going on, head tilted to the side, eyes focused intently as though he’s trying to read his mind, and Jon’s pretty sure it won’t take Ryan long to put two and two together, because Ryan’s not an idiot and Jon’s never been particularly good at hiding the way he feels. He just hopes (prays, is willing to beg) that Ryan feels the same way too.
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Jon likes Ryan's hands (a little too much.)
Disclaimer: Not real.
Word count: 720
Notes: I was feeling feisty today thus I wrote comment porn for foxxcub. So I've tidied it up, stolen a title from Muse given it a title and am posting it here 'cos I'm anal like that. Also? Does a person need to warn for mentions of fisting? If so then... be warned. (Urgh. Can't. Stop. Writing. Jon/Ryan. Send help.)
The thing is, Jon has never thought of himself as having a fetish or a kink, or even a vague preference when it comes to other people’s bodies. He’s an all or nothing kind of a guy, not a leg man or an ass man or a whatever man. Sure, yeah, he notices things like mouths (Brendon’s) or hips (Spencer’s) but honestly? He likes to think of them as part of the whole package - Brendon’s mouth is part of Brendon’s face, which is part of Brendon’s body and comes complete with Brendon’s personality and Disney obsession and love of a good cuddle (Jon’s definitely down with the cuddling.) And Spencer’s hips, while clearly created for grabbing and holding on to, are really just the things between Spencer’s waist and those legs that go on for miles. And more importantly, they’re a part of the whole bitchy-funny-geeky-gorgeous that is Spencer Smith.
But, see, Jon might possibly have a tiny bit of a thing when it comes to Ryan. More specifically, he might have, kinda, maybe, just the beginnings of, a full-on obsession with Ryan’s fingers. Because, well, Ryan’s fingers are long and thin in a way that should be freaky but. Isn’t. There’s something about the way that Ryan’s hands look when they’re curled round the neck of his guitar, or holding a book spread open on his lap, or tapping a pen against the table when he’s trying to come up with lyrics that, well, that just does something to Jon. Flips a switch in his brain so that he spends way too much of his time zoned out and half-hard, thinking about Ryan and Ryan’s fingers and the things Ryan could do with them. (Jon doesn’t spend half as much time stoned as people think. Most of the time the casually blank look on his face has nothing to do with weed and everything to do with the fact that Ryan is waving his hands about as he talks, until Jon just wants to grab his wrist and suck those fingers into his mouth one by one.)
Jon’s lost track of the number of times he’s jerked off thinking about how Ryan’s fingers would feel wrapped around his cock, or, how they would feel trailing between the cheeks of his ass and pushing slick and blunt inside him. He’s come, shaking and gasping, in his bunk thinking about Ryan holding his arms above his head - one of Ryan’s hands wrapped around his wrists, those too-long fingers digging into his skin, the other stroking him maddeningly slowly until Jon has to beg Ryan to let him come. And, sometimes, when he’s home-alone in Chicago and there’s no one around to hear the noises he makes when he can’t help but not keep quiet, Jon thinks about having all four of Ryan’s fingers inside him. Thinks about how it would feel if Ryan folded his thumb across his palm and pushed, until Jon could feel the span of Ryan’s knuckles stretching him impossibly wide, caught on the high wire tension between pleasure and pain unable to do anything but pant open-mouthed and desperate, waiting for Ryan’s hand to slip inside and curl into a fist.
Which is. A problem. It’s one thing to have a man-crush on one of his best friends (it happens, Jon deals with it, mostly ignores it until, eventually, it fades into friendship, like with him and Tom) but - imagining Ryan doing the kind of things that Jon has only ever seen in porn and having to share a bus with him on a daily basis, that's a whole other level of problematic. Because Jon’s fairly certain that Ryan has noticed the way he stares a little too long, and felt the way he shivers involuntarily when Ryan touches him or grabs his wrist to get his attention. Jon’s seen Ryan watching him like he’s trying to work out what’s going on, head tilted to the side, eyes focused intently as though he’s trying to read his mind, and Jon’s pretty sure it won’t take Ryan long to put two and two together, because Ryan’s not an idiot and Jon’s never been particularly good at hiding the way he feels. He just hopes (prays, is willing to beg) that Ryan feels the same way too.