Fic: Sweet On You| Ryan/Brendon| NC 17
Title: Sweet On You
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: NC 17
Words: 1064
Summary: Teacher PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own any people.
“Get the fuck up, Brendon. You’re going to make us late.”
Brendon groans and pulls the covers up around his head. “Go away.”
Ryan jerks the covers out of his hands. “Get up.”
Brendon stops fighting the inevitable. He yawns widely and sits up in the bed, hair sticking up wildly. Ryan is almost fully dressed and Brendon watches with interest as Ryan bends down to get his shoes before sitting on the edge the bed to put on his socks. Brendon appreciates the way Ryan lets him sleep until the last possible minute before waking him up. Contrary to the beliefs of their colleagues, Brendon is not a morning person.
He rolls out the bed and pads into the bathroom. He takes a quick shower and regrets for a very brief moment not getting up early enough to share Ryan’s. Ryan has his clothes laid out on the bed when Brendon leaves the bathroom and Brendon feels a rush of affection so strong, he nearly falls over. He gets dressed quickly and follows the smell of coffee to the kitchen.
Ryan pushes a bowl of sugary cereal toward him and a hot mug. Brendon beams at him, but Ryan just rolls his eyes and say, “Hurry up. There are young minds waiting to be tortured.”
Brendon says, “My students love me.” Ryan’s students love him too, even though Ryan can be a little brutal with his homework assignments.
By the time they arrive at school, Brendon’s fully awake and ready to tackle the day. He and Ryan go their separate ways, because Ryan teaches the upper grades and Brendon the lower.
The day passes by quickly, full of “Mr. Urie!” and “Look at what I did!” Brendon loves teaching first grade. Ryan always sighs when Brendon hangs up macaroni pictures on the fridge, but Brendon knows Ryan enjoys helping him organize the yearly plays and classroom parties.
He sees Ryan as the little kids come in from break and the big kids go out and once again as he’s finishing his dessert at lunch.
Brendon is stacking papers to send home with his children the next day when Ryan appears at his classroom door to collect him. Brendon looks up, intending to tell Ryan that he would be ready to go in just a few minutes when Ryan comes around his desk and kisses him.
Brendon starts, saying, “Ryan, Ryan,” into the hungry mouth possessing his.
Ryan herds him into a crowded supply closet and pushes him against the door. He tugs frantically at Brendon’s shirt, popping a few buttons in his haste and Brendon bites his lip.
Ryan gasps, pulls his head away and Brendon uses the space to say, “We shouldn’t do this here. You’re going to get us fired.” Ryan ignores him and drops his head to pepper kisses along Brendon’s jaw, suck bruises along his neck.
Brendon gives up the fight when Ryan gropes him through his pants before tearing at them like he tore at his shirt. Brendon helps him get the black slacks open, almost as a preventive measure. He would like to have something to wear out of the building when this is all over.
He helps Ryan push his pink briefs down and shakes one leg free from the bunched fabric down around his ankle. Ryan spits into his hand, slicks his dick, gives Brendon two fingers, before gripping his ass tightly and raising him to meet his leaking cock.
Brendon cries out because he’s not wet enough, not quite ready for Ryan’s dick but he wants it. Ryan has to shove harder than usual to get inside, but Brendon just wraps his leg around Ryan’s waist and sinks his teeth into his shoulder.
There’s barely room to move inside the tiny room they’re in; Ryan’s banging Brendon into the wall and Brendon hopes like hell that no one else decided to work late tonight. He yells out at one particularly deep thrust and Ryan silences him with his mouth. That only works for a brief moment, because Brendon needs air. The way Ryan’s fucking him is making it hard to breathe.
“Brendon.” Ryan grits out and pumps into him harder. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”
Brendon doesn’t know what the fuck Ryan’s talking about because he’s barely seen him all day. He saw him at the house and briefly at recess and lunch. They’ve both been too busy with their respective classes to talk much and then Ryan had just dropped by his homeroom and jumped him. The way Ryan’s fucking him, Brendon’s just thankful that he managed to wait until all the kids went home.
“Fuck,” Brendon swears when Ryan shifts his weight and bangs him into the door again. He throws his arm out to brace himself and catches a carton full of markers, sending them crashing to the floor. He says, “Fuck,” again.
Ryan mutters, “Come on, come for me, Brendon.”
Brendon risks putting a hand on his dick and pulls feverishly, caught up in the moment. He cries out again as he spills over his hand, no doubt getting the tails of Ryan’s button up shirt dirty with his come.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Ryan presses closer than should be possible and grinding up into Brendon. Brendon drops his head back against the door and blinks up at the dark ceiling as Ryan jerks into him, muffling his groans against Brendon’s neck.
After a few minutes, Ryan pulls out and carefully lowers Brendon back to the floor, his tenderness at odds with the way he just tried to fuck Brendon through the wall of an elementary school.
Ryan kisses his mouth and says, “You still taste like ice cream.”
Brendon blinks. That was what set Ryan off, watching Brendon eat ice cream at lunch time? He’s still trying to clear the clouds in his head and steady his heartbeat when Ryan pulls his clothes back together and tucks his ruined shirt into his pants for him. Ryan barely got undressed at all, just enough to get his dick out and into Brendon.
“Let’s go home.” Ryan kicks the spilled markers out of the way and opens the closet door. Brendon leans heavily into his side as Ryan locks up the building and walks him to their car. He mentally puts ice cream on their grocery list for next week.
Author: ficsoreal
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon
Rating: NC 17
Words: 1064
Summary: Teacher PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own any people.
“Get the fuck up, Brendon. You’re going to make us late.”
Brendon groans and pulls the covers up around his head. “Go away.”
Ryan jerks the covers out of his hands. “Get up.”
Brendon stops fighting the inevitable. He yawns widely and sits up in the bed, hair sticking up wildly. Ryan is almost fully dressed and Brendon watches with interest as Ryan bends down to get his shoes before sitting on the edge the bed to put on his socks. Brendon appreciates the way Ryan lets him sleep until the last possible minute before waking him up. Contrary to the beliefs of their colleagues, Brendon is not a morning person.
He rolls out the bed and pads into the bathroom. He takes a quick shower and regrets for a very brief moment not getting up early enough to share Ryan’s. Ryan has his clothes laid out on the bed when Brendon leaves the bathroom and Brendon feels a rush of affection so strong, he nearly falls over. He gets dressed quickly and follows the smell of coffee to the kitchen.
Ryan pushes a bowl of sugary cereal toward him and a hot mug. Brendon beams at him, but Ryan just rolls his eyes and say, “Hurry up. There are young minds waiting to be tortured.”
Brendon says, “My students love me.” Ryan’s students love him too, even though Ryan can be a little brutal with his homework assignments.
By the time they arrive at school, Brendon’s fully awake and ready to tackle the day. He and Ryan go their separate ways, because Ryan teaches the upper grades and Brendon the lower.
The day passes by quickly, full of “Mr. Urie!” and “Look at what I did!” Brendon loves teaching first grade. Ryan always sighs when Brendon hangs up macaroni pictures on the fridge, but Brendon knows Ryan enjoys helping him organize the yearly plays and classroom parties.
He sees Ryan as the little kids come in from break and the big kids go out and once again as he’s finishing his dessert at lunch.
Brendon is stacking papers to send home with his children the next day when Ryan appears at his classroom door to collect him. Brendon looks up, intending to tell Ryan that he would be ready to go in just a few minutes when Ryan comes around his desk and kisses him.
Brendon starts, saying, “Ryan, Ryan,” into the hungry mouth possessing his.
Ryan herds him into a crowded supply closet and pushes him against the door. He tugs frantically at Brendon’s shirt, popping a few buttons in his haste and Brendon bites his lip.
Ryan gasps, pulls his head away and Brendon uses the space to say, “We shouldn’t do this here. You’re going to get us fired.” Ryan ignores him and drops his head to pepper kisses along Brendon’s jaw, suck bruises along his neck.
Brendon gives up the fight when Ryan gropes him through his pants before tearing at them like he tore at his shirt. Brendon helps him get the black slacks open, almost as a preventive measure. He would like to have something to wear out of the building when this is all over.
He helps Ryan push his pink briefs down and shakes one leg free from the bunched fabric down around his ankle. Ryan spits into his hand, slicks his dick, gives Brendon two fingers, before gripping his ass tightly and raising him to meet his leaking cock.
Brendon cries out because he’s not wet enough, not quite ready for Ryan’s dick but he wants it. Ryan has to shove harder than usual to get inside, but Brendon just wraps his leg around Ryan’s waist and sinks his teeth into his shoulder.
There’s barely room to move inside the tiny room they’re in; Ryan’s banging Brendon into the wall and Brendon hopes like hell that no one else decided to work late tonight. He yells out at one particularly deep thrust and Ryan silences him with his mouth. That only works for a brief moment, because Brendon needs air. The way Ryan’s fucking him is making it hard to breathe.
“Brendon.” Ryan grits out and pumps into him harder. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”
Brendon doesn’t know what the fuck Ryan’s talking about because he’s barely seen him all day. He saw him at the house and briefly at recess and lunch. They’ve both been too busy with their respective classes to talk much and then Ryan had just dropped by his homeroom and jumped him. The way Ryan’s fucking him, Brendon’s just thankful that he managed to wait until all the kids went home.
“Fuck,” Brendon swears when Ryan shifts his weight and bangs him into the door again. He throws his arm out to brace himself and catches a carton full of markers, sending them crashing to the floor. He says, “Fuck,” again.
Ryan mutters, “Come on, come for me, Brendon.”
Brendon risks putting a hand on his dick and pulls feverishly, caught up in the moment. He cries out again as he spills over his hand, no doubt getting the tails of Ryan’s button up shirt dirty with his come.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Ryan presses closer than should be possible and grinding up into Brendon. Brendon drops his head back against the door and blinks up at the dark ceiling as Ryan jerks into him, muffling his groans against Brendon’s neck.
After a few minutes, Ryan pulls out and carefully lowers Brendon back to the floor, his tenderness at odds with the way he just tried to fuck Brendon through the wall of an elementary school.
Ryan kisses his mouth and says, “You still taste like ice cream.”
Brendon blinks. That was what set Ryan off, watching Brendon eat ice cream at lunch time? He’s still trying to clear the clouds in his head and steady his heartbeat when Ryan pulls his clothes back together and tucks his ruined shirt into his pants for him. Ryan barely got undressed at all, just enough to get his dick out and into Brendon.
“Let’s go home.” Ryan kicks the spilled markers out of the way and opens the closet door. Brendon leans heavily into his side as Ryan locks up the building and walks him to their car. He mentally puts ice cream on their grocery list for next week.