The Aptly Named Stacks Sex Coda
Title: The Aptly Named Stacks Sex Coda
Author: ivesia19/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon (mention of Spencer/Jon and Gerard/Frank)
POV: 3rd Limited
Summary: “Ryan,” Brendon wheedled, “it’s our last chance! They’re going to put up security cameras next week, and yeah, being watched can be kinda hot, but I think that the Board of Trustees might have a problem with us fucking in the stacks.”
Disclaimer: AU - The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: This exists solely because 0bamboo_shoots0 and spazzyskittles asked me to write a continuation of You Can’t Judge a Book By It’s Oddly Specific Call Number centering around Brendon and Ryan and the darkened stacks of a library. You should probably read the original story before this so that things make sense :D
Oh, and yeah, the summary quote is totally not in the story because I wrote the summary before I started writing the story, and then it just…didn’t fit. Oh well.
----
Brendon coughed, raising one curled fist up to his mouth, and when he dropped it back down, he let his palm lay out flat against Ryan’s upper thigh, mouth quirking as he felt Ryan’s body tense immediately next to him. He knew it wasn’t very nice, but staff meetings were boring, and he knew that Ryan wasn’t paying attention anyways, though he was now definitely paying attention to Brendon’s hand on his thigh. Especially as he slowly slid his palm against the smooth fabric of Ryan’s tight, pinstriped pants, inching closer to Ryan’s inseam.
Patrick kept talking, babbling on about possibly raising the price of fines. It was actually pretty amazing how much money the library pulled in off of fines alone. That and copier paper.
Next to him, Brendon could hear Ryan’s breath growing a little bit uneven, but Brendon didn’t look over. He kept his head straight ahead, eyes glazed over a little as he slowly felt along the outline of Ryan’s hardening cock, and pretended to listen to Patrick explain next quarter’s budget.
Ryan shifted in his seat. It was really just a tiny movement, but out of the corner of his eye, Brendon could see Spencer shoot them both a confused look, which Brendon ignored. He was doing pretty well keeping a straight face as he began to slowly rub his hand against Ryan in irregular circles (just to make sure that he kept Ryan guessing), but Brendon wasn’t going to risk looking at Spencer, or god, at Ryan.
Even though Brendon wasn’t looking at Ryan, he could feel Ryan’s gaze hot upon him. For a second, Brendon thought about whispering out of the corner of his mouth that Ryan should at least be pretending to pay attention, but Brendon knew that Patrick wouldn’t find it abnormal that Ryan was spacing out.
Brendon curled his fingers around Ryan’s cock, somehow warm even through the layers of clothing, and just as he started to slide his hand down (grip tight, intent sure) his ears perked up.
“What was that you just said, Patrick?” Brendon asked, pulling his hand away from Ryan’s lap, and he couldn’t help his large smile as Ryan practically whimpered next to him. He enjoyed torturing Ryan, true, but really, what was that that Patrick had said?
“The cameras?” Patrick asked.
Brendon frowned and shifted a little in his chair, moving away from the warmth of Ryan’s skin just so that he could concentrate a little bit more, because sometimes when he was so close to Ryan it was difficult to think straight.
“Yeah,” Brendon answered, growing just a little bit panicked. “Are we putting them everywhere? Or just at the entrances and exits?”
“We’re going to do the whole library,” Patrick said. “Adult and Children’s.”
Brendon furrowed his brow. “It just seems like a waste of money,” he argued, deciding that money was definitely the safest option. People always cared when it was about money. “I mean, it’s not like people are going to steal books.”
“Actually, did you know that in Marsh’s Library in Dublin they would lock people in cages with their books because theft was such a large problem?” Spencer put in.
Brendon turned a tiny bit to stare at Spencer with a really? look on his face, but when he did, he couldn’t help but see Ryan sitting there, still a little red in the face, slumped down in his chair, with a pissy expression on his face.
Patrick gave a little cough. “Um, that’s great, Spencer,” he said, shaking his head to turn his attention back to Brendon. “But the Board of Trustees have voted. They want to increase security around here, just in case something happens.”
“Like what?” Brendon asked incredulously. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do to stop this.
“Doesn’t matter,” Patrick deflected. “The motion passed and the cameras are going to be installed next week after the quarter ends.”
Brendon almost felt like he physically deflated. Cameras? That was so untrusting, so invasive, so nosy, so….. Well, it just was a lot of bad things.
Patrick continued talking, and Brendon turned his attention to the sheet set out in front of him, trying to cheer himself up by drawing pictures of little, cute bugs reading obscure Russian literature. Sometimes he made the bugs look like Ryan. Those usually cheered him up the best.
Brendon didn’t even notice the other people filter out of the meeting room until Ryan laid one hand firmly on his shoulder, turning him towards the other librarian.
“That was some stunt you pulled,” Ryan said, trying to sound upset, but Brendon could see a tiny grin on his face. “And worse still, you didn’t finish. How rude.” Ryan leaned in, eyes twinkling a little, but Brendon pulled back.
“Yeah, sorry,” Brendon said, his voice quiet. “I just….. Nevermind.”
Ryan brought a soothing hand down the line of Brendon’s face. “What’s the matter, Bren?”
“It’s stupid,” Brendon said, trying to turn his body away from Ryan, a little embarrassed that he’s even a tiny bit bothered by Patrick’s stupid announcement.
“You can tell me,” Ryan implored. “Come on, tell me what’s bugging you.”
Brendon sighed. “Do you promise not to laugh at me or, like, get weird or something?”
“Of course,” Ryan answered. “What is it?” His hand reached down and Ryan laced their fingers together. Brendon took a deep breath, taking comfort in the warmth of the skin against skin. It was amazing sometimes, even to him, how much Ryan had opened up, how much he was willing to give.
“It’s just-” Brendon broke off, a little unsure how to get the words out. “It’s stupid,” he reiterated, “but I’ve always had this….this fantasy.”
Ryan quirked one eyebrow up, looking far more interested now. “Oh, really?” he asked, a little leeringly, but it only made him seem that much more lovable to Brendon, who couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling the strange uncertainty melt away.
“Yeah,” Brendon continued. He paused for a moment. “I just always kind of wanted to have sex in the stacks of the library,” he finally admitted, turning a little red.
“In the stacks?” Ryan repeated questioningly.
Brendon nodded.
Ryan bit his lip, his eyes developing that certain look that Brendon knew meant that he was thinking something through to the extreme, analyzing something to its core. “Okay,” he said.
Brendon blinked. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”
Ryan grinned. “I mean I’ll fuck you in the stacks.”
“What?” Brendon coughed. “I mean, really?” He couldn’t help but grin. “Do you mean it?”
Laughing, Ryan said, “I mean, sure, it’ll suck having to fuck you, all desperate and needy, in the stacks, but I guess just this once I can do you a favor.”
Brendon hit Ryan’s shoulder. “Asshole.”
---
Brendon couldn’t help but throw Ryan sneaky, lustful glances every time they passed in the library. They usually only saw each other during lunch, though once in a while Ryan would come down during Brendon’s story time and help out. Or, you know, sit at the desk with a stupid smile on his face that Brendon definitely did not ever call him on. But ever since Ryan agreed to Brendon’s stacks fantasy, Brendon found excuses to come upstairs.
“Greta,” Brendon said, calling out over his shoulder. “This book is misshelved. Belongs upstairs. I think I’ll just go run up and put it in its spot.”
Greta mercifully didn’t say anything. She didn’t mention how she saw Brendon come in with that book earlier that morning when he had returned from upstairs, no doubt so that he could go put it back later, or how he could just put it on a cart and send it up the elevator to circulation.
“Tell Ryan ‘hi’ for me,” she called out as Brendon started up the stairs.
Once Brendon got upstairs, he immediately looked towards the Information Desk. Ryan wasn’t sitting there, which was actually kind of perfect. Spencer, however, was sitting at the desk, talking to Jon, who was leaning over the desk. When he saw this, Brendon had two thoughts: Jon seemed to be constantly at the library talking to Spencer, and maybe he and Ryan should try an over-the-desk thing too before the cameras got put in.
Brendon shook the thoughts from his head and started to make his way towards the fiction section, waving to Gerard and Frank, who were not so subtly holding hands behind the circulation desk.
“Don’t you have books to deliver?” Brendon asked Frank good-naturedly.
“Don’t you have children to educate through reading?” Gerard shot back, grinning as he leaned against Frank.
“Touché,” Brendon relented. He smiled. “Well then, we should both carry on.”
He started to meander through the fiction aisles, and when finally he peeked his head down the Ri-U aisle, he caught sight of Ryan, bent over, ass in the air, rearranging books.
Brendon snuck up behind him and smacked Ryan’s ass. Ryan jumped a little, causing a couple of books to tumble down. “What the hell?” Ryan asked, turning around angrily, but when he saw Brendon, the anger melted. “Jesus, Bren, we’re in the middle of a library.”
Brendon grinned. “Exactly.” His smile grew even larger. “And speaking of, guess who has late-night shelving duties tonight.”
Ryan shook his head, picking up some fallen books. “Me and Greta,” he answered.
“Actually,” Brendon said, biting his lower lip, “I switched with Greta.”
Ryan stood up, eyes suddenly full of mischief. “So, I guess it’ll just be you, me, and the darkened stacks of the library.”
Brendon nodded, trying to keep from actually letting out a verbal ‘yay!’. “I guess it will be.”
----
Just as Brendon had expected, Ryan didn’t even pretend like either of them were going to get any work done. After everyone else left, and Ryan locked the front door, he turned to Brendon, voice low and deep and said, “Go wait in the third aisle of fiction. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Wait, the Adult section or the Children’s section?” Brendon asked.
Ryan made a face. “Dude, I’m not fucking you in the Children’s section.”
Brendon huffed, one second away from crossing his arms. “I was just asking a question.”
“Move it,” Ryan ordered, smacking Brendon’s ass as he started down the aisle.
As Brendon walked through the rows of books, the lights around him started to dim, leaving the library in an almost eerie glow. Brendon’s heart was beating fast, and already, Brendon could feel himself getting excited, just for the mere fact that he knew what was coming.
He turned down the aisle Ryan had directed him to and walked halfway down the row, fingers playing along the hard covers of the books. His body was tingling, anticipation was making him almost shake, and he drummed out an impatient rhythm against the shelf.
“Turn around,” Brendon heard Ryan order, announcing his presence. His voice hit him with a palpable force, and without a second though, Brendon turned so that he was facing the rows and rows of books, spreading his legs already, bracing himself against the shelf.
Ryan laughed, hand playing over the swell of Brendon’s ass and Brendon pushed back against Ryan’s cupped hand.
“A little eager, aren’t we?” Ryan asked, his voice breathy, lips brushing against Brendon’s ear. “God, you want this so bad, don’t you?”
“You said you would,” Brendon reminded.
Ryan placed a kiss against the back of Brendon’s neck, his lips still molding against Brendon’s skin as he answered, “You’re right. I did say I would, but I didn’t say that I wouldn’t make you beg for it.”
Brendon groaned in frustration and, if he admitted it to himself, at the words themselves, at the promise that they held. He pushed back more against Ryan, ass brushing against Ryan, already half-hard against him. “You want it just as much as I do,” Brendon challenged, reaching back to pull Ryan closer to him, shifting his hips to get a better angle.
“Are you sure about that?” Ryan asked, and suddenly, he wasn’t draped over Brendon’s back anymore, and Brendon almost shivered at the sudden loss of heat.
He couldn’t help himself, and even though Brendon knew that Ryan wanted him to turn around, because it was all some sort of game, Brendon craned his neck around to see Ryan standing there, eyes huge and dark, mouth a little bit wet already, just from the simple kisses, and Brendon needed.
“No games,” Brendon said. “It’s not time for your fantasy,” Brendon reminded. “It’s time for mine.”
Ryan arched an eyebrow. “All about you then?”
Another game. Brendon took a relaxing breath, thinking Fuck it. He turned around fully. “Yes,” he responded, voice more sure than he really was. “It’s all about me.”
Ryan nodded, clearly entertaining Brendon’s statement. His hands reached up, long, nimble fingers unbuttoning Brendon’s shirt. Ryan grinned once, bright and sharp, almost carnivorous, before he ducked his head down, lavishing at Brendon’s skin as it became exposed. “All about you,” Ryan mumbled against Brendon’s skin, his breath causing Brendon to harden even more against Ryan, something the other boy no doubt felt.
The small kisses and tiny flicks of Ryan’s tongue continued down as Brendon’s shirt slowly came undone. When all the buttons were opened, Ryan slid the shirt off of Brendon, letting it pool down onto the floor before kicking it further down the darkened aisle.
Ryan’s fingers dropped down to Brendon’s belt, deftly unbuckling it. His lips pressed a kiss right under Brendon’s bellybutton, causing Brendon’s knees to almost buckle. “Turn around,” Ryan whispered gruffly.
“I told you-” Brendon started, but Ryan twirled him around, causing his breath to leave him as he was slammed up against the shelf, the edge of one of the books digging brutally into his skin.
“All about you, I know,” Ryan promised, pulling Brendon’s pants down, trailing his boxers down as well. Brendon slipped off his shoes and socks, lifting his legs obediently as Ryan indicated.
Ryan pressed his lips to the top of Brendon’s spine, leaving an open-mouthed kiss. Both of his warm hands gripped at Brendon’s hips, pulling him back slightly so that Brendon had to brace himself against the bookshelf. Ryan kissed a line down Brendon’s spine, stopping for a second to slide a hand around to stroke the thin line of almost invisible hair under Brendon’s bellybutton.
Slowly, Ryan made his way down Brendon’s spine, until finally, he met the small of his back. Ryan let his fingers skate down first, tracing along the curve of Brendon’s ass teasingly, causing Brendon to arch back against Ryan’s touch.
Then, suddenly Ryan’s fingers were gone, making Brendon whine.
“Remember during the staff meeting, Brendon?” Ryan began, voice a little desperate now. “Remember how you got me so worked up and then just abandoned me?” Ryan’s fingers came down to knead at Brendon’s ass, the contact intense and too fleeting as Ryan pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” Brendon replied.
Brendon could practically see the snarky grin on Ryan’s face as he spoke. “And now you want everything about you? What about me, Bren?” Ryan’s breath was creeping lower and lower, and suddenly, Brendon was spread out before Ryan, and just for a second, not even a second, really, Ryan’s tongue traced over Brendon’s entrance.
“Fuck,” Brendon moaned, turning his mouth against his upper arm, his muscles straining from holding himself up in the position that Ryan had put him in.
“I guess that would solve both of our problems,” Ryan said, and now Brendon didn’t even need to see Ryan or rely on the months of knowing him so well, because he could feel Ryan’s grin against his shoulder blade, which Brendon only registered as Ryan no longer being near his ass.
Brendon only had a second to mentally whine before he felt two of Ryan’s moist fingers circling around the tight muscle of his entrance, and huh, Brendon hadn’t even heard Ryan sucking on his fingers. Or seen it. And Brendon really, really loved watching Ryan’s long fingers disappear into his mouth, little pink tongue flicking out to lick along the padded tips. He liked it almost as much as Ryan claimed he liked watching his fingers disappear into Brendon’s mouth, full lips clinging perfectly.
“This way,” Ryan said just as he twisted his fingers deeper into Brendon, “it’s about both of us. Pretty good, yeah?”
The answer that Brendon gave was really more of a choke, causing Ryan to chuckle lowly.
“I guess that means yes,” Ryan said, adding another finger, this time coated a little in a cool substance. Brendon really didn’t know how he could be so out of it already that he didn’t hear Ryan open a bottle of lube. Really, that was just ridiculous.
He did, however, hear as Ryan opened the condom wrapper, and he could hear Ryan’s low, stilted moan as he rolled the condom onto himself, no doubt rubbing a well-lubed hand across himself.
“Brendon,” Ryan said, right into his ear again, so close that Brendon felt like Ryan probably didn’t even need to speak for him to understand. Ryan’s nose rubbed against the curve of Brendon’s neck. “Don’t come on the books.”
And with that, Ryan thrust in, causing Brendon to lurch forward and grapple at the books, the uneven heights causing the binding to cut against his skin. Brendon moaned, glancing back at Ryan, eyes intense, before turning back to dazedly stare at the books in front of them, slowly separating from each other each time Ryan pushed up hard into him since Brendon’s hands pushed them apart.
Pushing back against Ryan, Brendon used the back wall of the shelf for some sort of balance, undulating his hips as Ryan snapped his own.
It was just what Brendon had wanted; it was perfect, but as Ryan pounded into Brendon hard from behind, there was still something missing, so Brendon put one of his hands up, risking his own balance and shakily called out, “Stop!”
Only a second later, Ryan stilled inside of him, chest heaving against Brendon’s back. One, slightly sweaty hand came down Brendon’s back. “What’s the matter?” Ryan asked, voice a little more unstable than normal, something that made Brendon bite back a grin.
“I want to see you,” Brendon answered.
And when Ryan thrust back in, hands firmly holding onto Brendon’s legs, wrapped securely around Ryan’s waist, that was really perfect. There was the hard, painful jab of the books against his back, the warm, stretching heat of Ryan inside of him, but best of all, there was that look on Ryan’s face, that look that Brendon didn’t think he would ever get tired of.
Ryan’s grip on Brendon’s legs tightened, and in turn Brendon tightened his own arms around Ryan. Brendon watched Ryan as his breath shortened and his eyes darkened. Brendon watched as Ryan bit down on his lower lip, and he couldn’t wait anymore. He ducked his head down and kissed Ryan, tongue sliding immediately into Ryan’s mouth. He panted into Ryan’s mouth, kissed him hard, and when Brendon felt Ryan come, Brendon bit down on Ryan’s lip, bringing the other boy through his orgasm as he continued to ride him.
Ryan stilled, bones obviously a little shaky, and carefully, Ryan lowered Brendon down, setting Brendon upright before sliding down to his knees. “Now it really is about you,” Ryan said, licking a stripe across Brendon’s already leaking cock.
Brendon moaned as his hips jerked up, against their will, but Ryan simply took it, letting Brendon fuck his mouth just like Ryan fucked Brendon, hard into the bookshelf. So hard that Brendon was pretty sure that he had scratches and bruises and other wonderful marks that he’ll be able to look at later and remember.
“You better swallow,” Brendon said, looking down at Ryan, his dark eyes peering up at him, mouth secure around Brendon’s cock. He let his hand card through Ryan’s hair lightly before tugging sharply. “We can’t get come on the books, you know.”
*end*
Another Coda: Setting Aside a Spot for You
My other stories!
Author: ivesia19/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon (mention of Spencer/Jon and Gerard/Frank)
POV: 3rd Limited
Summary: “Ryan,” Brendon wheedled, “it’s our last chance! They’re going to put up security cameras next week, and yeah, being watched can be kinda hot, but I think that the Board of Trustees might have a problem with us fucking in the stacks.”
Disclaimer: AU - The boys belong to themselves (and possibly each other)
Author Notes: This exists solely because 0bamboo_shoots0 and spazzyskittles asked me to write a continuation of You Can’t Judge a Book By It’s Oddly Specific Call Number centering around Brendon and Ryan and the darkened stacks of a library. You should probably read the original story before this so that things make sense :D
Oh, and yeah, the summary quote is totally not in the story because I wrote the summary before I started writing the story, and then it just…didn’t fit. Oh well.
----
Brendon coughed, raising one curled fist up to his mouth, and when he dropped it back down, he let his palm lay out flat against Ryan’s upper thigh, mouth quirking as he felt Ryan’s body tense immediately next to him. He knew it wasn’t very nice, but staff meetings were boring, and he knew that Ryan wasn’t paying attention anyways, though he was now definitely paying attention to Brendon’s hand on his thigh. Especially as he slowly slid his palm against the smooth fabric of Ryan’s tight, pinstriped pants, inching closer to Ryan’s inseam.
Patrick kept talking, babbling on about possibly raising the price of fines. It was actually pretty amazing how much money the library pulled in off of fines alone. That and copier paper.
Next to him, Brendon could hear Ryan’s breath growing a little bit uneven, but Brendon didn’t look over. He kept his head straight ahead, eyes glazed over a little as he slowly felt along the outline of Ryan’s hardening cock, and pretended to listen to Patrick explain next quarter’s budget.
Ryan shifted in his seat. It was really just a tiny movement, but out of the corner of his eye, Brendon could see Spencer shoot them both a confused look, which Brendon ignored. He was doing pretty well keeping a straight face as he began to slowly rub his hand against Ryan in irregular circles (just to make sure that he kept Ryan guessing), but Brendon wasn’t going to risk looking at Spencer, or god, at Ryan.
Even though Brendon wasn’t looking at Ryan, he could feel Ryan’s gaze hot upon him. For a second, Brendon thought about whispering out of the corner of his mouth that Ryan should at least be pretending to pay attention, but Brendon knew that Patrick wouldn’t find it abnormal that Ryan was spacing out.
Brendon curled his fingers around Ryan’s cock, somehow warm even through the layers of clothing, and just as he started to slide his hand down (grip tight, intent sure) his ears perked up.
“What was that you just said, Patrick?” Brendon asked, pulling his hand away from Ryan’s lap, and he couldn’t help his large smile as Ryan practically whimpered next to him. He enjoyed torturing Ryan, true, but really, what was that that Patrick had said?
“The cameras?” Patrick asked.
Brendon frowned and shifted a little in his chair, moving away from the warmth of Ryan’s skin just so that he could concentrate a little bit more, because sometimes when he was so close to Ryan it was difficult to think straight.
“Yeah,” Brendon answered, growing just a little bit panicked. “Are we putting them everywhere? Or just at the entrances and exits?”
“We’re going to do the whole library,” Patrick said. “Adult and Children’s.”
Brendon furrowed his brow. “It just seems like a waste of money,” he argued, deciding that money was definitely the safest option. People always cared when it was about money. “I mean, it’s not like people are going to steal books.”
“Actually, did you know that in Marsh’s Library in Dublin they would lock people in cages with their books because theft was such a large problem?” Spencer put in.
Brendon turned a tiny bit to stare at Spencer with a really? look on his face, but when he did, he couldn’t help but see Ryan sitting there, still a little red in the face, slumped down in his chair, with a pissy expression on his face.
Patrick gave a little cough. “Um, that’s great, Spencer,” he said, shaking his head to turn his attention back to Brendon. “But the Board of Trustees have voted. They want to increase security around here, just in case something happens.”
“Like what?” Brendon asked incredulously. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do to stop this.
“Doesn’t matter,” Patrick deflected. “The motion passed and the cameras are going to be installed next week after the quarter ends.”
Brendon almost felt like he physically deflated. Cameras? That was so untrusting, so invasive, so nosy, so….. Well, it just was a lot of bad things.
Patrick continued talking, and Brendon turned his attention to the sheet set out in front of him, trying to cheer himself up by drawing pictures of little, cute bugs reading obscure Russian literature. Sometimes he made the bugs look like Ryan. Those usually cheered him up the best.
Brendon didn’t even notice the other people filter out of the meeting room until Ryan laid one hand firmly on his shoulder, turning him towards the other librarian.
“That was some stunt you pulled,” Ryan said, trying to sound upset, but Brendon could see a tiny grin on his face. “And worse still, you didn’t finish. How rude.” Ryan leaned in, eyes twinkling a little, but Brendon pulled back.
“Yeah, sorry,” Brendon said, his voice quiet. “I just….. Nevermind.”
Ryan brought a soothing hand down the line of Brendon’s face. “What’s the matter, Bren?”
“It’s stupid,” Brendon said, trying to turn his body away from Ryan, a little embarrassed that he’s even a tiny bit bothered by Patrick’s stupid announcement.
“You can tell me,” Ryan implored. “Come on, tell me what’s bugging you.”
Brendon sighed. “Do you promise not to laugh at me or, like, get weird or something?”
“Of course,” Ryan answered. “What is it?” His hand reached down and Ryan laced their fingers together. Brendon took a deep breath, taking comfort in the warmth of the skin against skin. It was amazing sometimes, even to him, how much Ryan had opened up, how much he was willing to give.
“It’s just-” Brendon broke off, a little unsure how to get the words out. “It’s stupid,” he reiterated, “but I’ve always had this….this fantasy.”
Ryan quirked one eyebrow up, looking far more interested now. “Oh, really?” he asked, a little leeringly, but it only made him seem that much more lovable to Brendon, who couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling the strange uncertainty melt away.
“Yeah,” Brendon continued. He paused for a moment. “I just always kind of wanted to have sex in the stacks of the library,” he finally admitted, turning a little red.
“In the stacks?” Ryan repeated questioningly.
Brendon nodded.
Ryan bit his lip, his eyes developing that certain look that Brendon knew meant that he was thinking something through to the extreme, analyzing something to its core. “Okay,” he said.
Brendon blinked. “What do you mean, ‘okay’?”
Ryan grinned. “I mean I’ll fuck you in the stacks.”
“What?” Brendon coughed. “I mean, really?” He couldn’t help but grin. “Do you mean it?”
Laughing, Ryan said, “I mean, sure, it’ll suck having to fuck you, all desperate and needy, in the stacks, but I guess just this once I can do you a favor.”
Brendon hit Ryan’s shoulder. “Asshole.”
---
Brendon couldn’t help but throw Ryan sneaky, lustful glances every time they passed in the library. They usually only saw each other during lunch, though once in a while Ryan would come down during Brendon’s story time and help out. Or, you know, sit at the desk with a stupid smile on his face that Brendon definitely did not ever call him on. But ever since Ryan agreed to Brendon’s stacks fantasy, Brendon found excuses to come upstairs.
“Greta,” Brendon said, calling out over his shoulder. “This book is misshelved. Belongs upstairs. I think I’ll just go run up and put it in its spot.”
Greta mercifully didn’t say anything. She didn’t mention how she saw Brendon come in with that book earlier that morning when he had returned from upstairs, no doubt so that he could go put it back later, or how he could just put it on a cart and send it up the elevator to circulation.
“Tell Ryan ‘hi’ for me,” she called out as Brendon started up the stairs.
Once Brendon got upstairs, he immediately looked towards the Information Desk. Ryan wasn’t sitting there, which was actually kind of perfect. Spencer, however, was sitting at the desk, talking to Jon, who was leaning over the desk. When he saw this, Brendon had two thoughts: Jon seemed to be constantly at the library talking to Spencer, and maybe he and Ryan should try an over-the-desk thing too before the cameras got put in.
Brendon shook the thoughts from his head and started to make his way towards the fiction section, waving to Gerard and Frank, who were not so subtly holding hands behind the circulation desk.
“Don’t you have books to deliver?” Brendon asked Frank good-naturedly.
“Don’t you have children to educate through reading?” Gerard shot back, grinning as he leaned against Frank.
“Touché,” Brendon relented. He smiled. “Well then, we should both carry on.”
He started to meander through the fiction aisles, and when finally he peeked his head down the Ri-U aisle, he caught sight of Ryan, bent over, ass in the air, rearranging books.
Brendon snuck up behind him and smacked Ryan’s ass. Ryan jumped a little, causing a couple of books to tumble down. “What the hell?” Ryan asked, turning around angrily, but when he saw Brendon, the anger melted. “Jesus, Bren, we’re in the middle of a library.”
Brendon grinned. “Exactly.” His smile grew even larger. “And speaking of, guess who has late-night shelving duties tonight.”
Ryan shook his head, picking up some fallen books. “Me and Greta,” he answered.
“Actually,” Brendon said, biting his lower lip, “I switched with Greta.”
Ryan stood up, eyes suddenly full of mischief. “So, I guess it’ll just be you, me, and the darkened stacks of the library.”
Brendon nodded, trying to keep from actually letting out a verbal ‘yay!’. “I guess it will be.”
----
Just as Brendon had expected, Ryan didn’t even pretend like either of them were going to get any work done. After everyone else left, and Ryan locked the front door, he turned to Brendon, voice low and deep and said, “Go wait in the third aisle of fiction. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Wait, the Adult section or the Children’s section?” Brendon asked.
Ryan made a face. “Dude, I’m not fucking you in the Children’s section.”
Brendon huffed, one second away from crossing his arms. “I was just asking a question.”
“Move it,” Ryan ordered, smacking Brendon’s ass as he started down the aisle.
As Brendon walked through the rows of books, the lights around him started to dim, leaving the library in an almost eerie glow. Brendon’s heart was beating fast, and already, Brendon could feel himself getting excited, just for the mere fact that he knew what was coming.
He turned down the aisle Ryan had directed him to and walked halfway down the row, fingers playing along the hard covers of the books. His body was tingling, anticipation was making him almost shake, and he drummed out an impatient rhythm against the shelf.
“Turn around,” Brendon heard Ryan order, announcing his presence. His voice hit him with a palpable force, and without a second though, Brendon turned so that he was facing the rows and rows of books, spreading his legs already, bracing himself against the shelf.
Ryan laughed, hand playing over the swell of Brendon’s ass and Brendon pushed back against Ryan’s cupped hand.
“A little eager, aren’t we?” Ryan asked, his voice breathy, lips brushing against Brendon’s ear. “God, you want this so bad, don’t you?”
“You said you would,” Brendon reminded.
Ryan placed a kiss against the back of Brendon’s neck, his lips still molding against Brendon’s skin as he answered, “You’re right. I did say I would, but I didn’t say that I wouldn’t make you beg for it.”
Brendon groaned in frustration and, if he admitted it to himself, at the words themselves, at the promise that they held. He pushed back more against Ryan, ass brushing against Ryan, already half-hard against him. “You want it just as much as I do,” Brendon challenged, reaching back to pull Ryan closer to him, shifting his hips to get a better angle.
“Are you sure about that?” Ryan asked, and suddenly, he wasn’t draped over Brendon’s back anymore, and Brendon almost shivered at the sudden loss of heat.
He couldn’t help himself, and even though Brendon knew that Ryan wanted him to turn around, because it was all some sort of game, Brendon craned his neck around to see Ryan standing there, eyes huge and dark, mouth a little bit wet already, just from the simple kisses, and Brendon needed.
“No games,” Brendon said. “It’s not time for your fantasy,” Brendon reminded. “It’s time for mine.”
Ryan arched an eyebrow. “All about you then?”
Another game. Brendon took a relaxing breath, thinking Fuck it. He turned around fully. “Yes,” he responded, voice more sure than he really was. “It’s all about me.”
Ryan nodded, clearly entertaining Brendon’s statement. His hands reached up, long, nimble fingers unbuttoning Brendon’s shirt. Ryan grinned once, bright and sharp, almost carnivorous, before he ducked his head down, lavishing at Brendon’s skin as it became exposed. “All about you,” Ryan mumbled against Brendon’s skin, his breath causing Brendon to harden even more against Ryan, something the other boy no doubt felt.
The small kisses and tiny flicks of Ryan’s tongue continued down as Brendon’s shirt slowly came undone. When all the buttons were opened, Ryan slid the shirt off of Brendon, letting it pool down onto the floor before kicking it further down the darkened aisle.
Ryan’s fingers dropped down to Brendon’s belt, deftly unbuckling it. His lips pressed a kiss right under Brendon’s bellybutton, causing Brendon’s knees to almost buckle. “Turn around,” Ryan whispered gruffly.
“I told you-” Brendon started, but Ryan twirled him around, causing his breath to leave him as he was slammed up against the shelf, the edge of one of the books digging brutally into his skin.
“All about you, I know,” Ryan promised, pulling Brendon’s pants down, trailing his boxers down as well. Brendon slipped off his shoes and socks, lifting his legs obediently as Ryan indicated.
Ryan pressed his lips to the top of Brendon’s spine, leaving an open-mouthed kiss. Both of his warm hands gripped at Brendon’s hips, pulling him back slightly so that Brendon had to brace himself against the bookshelf. Ryan kissed a line down Brendon’s spine, stopping for a second to slide a hand around to stroke the thin line of almost invisible hair under Brendon’s bellybutton.
Slowly, Ryan made his way down Brendon’s spine, until finally, he met the small of his back. Ryan let his fingers skate down first, tracing along the curve of Brendon’s ass teasingly, causing Brendon to arch back against Ryan’s touch.
Then, suddenly Ryan’s fingers were gone, making Brendon whine.
“Remember during the staff meeting, Brendon?” Ryan began, voice a little desperate now. “Remember how you got me so worked up and then just abandoned me?” Ryan’s fingers came down to knead at Brendon’s ass, the contact intense and too fleeting as Ryan pulled back.
“I’m sorry,” Brendon replied.
Brendon could practically see the snarky grin on Ryan’s face as he spoke. “And now you want everything about you? What about me, Bren?” Ryan’s breath was creeping lower and lower, and suddenly, Brendon was spread out before Ryan, and just for a second, not even a second, really, Ryan’s tongue traced over Brendon’s entrance.
“Fuck,” Brendon moaned, turning his mouth against his upper arm, his muscles straining from holding himself up in the position that Ryan had put him in.
“I guess that would solve both of our problems,” Ryan said, and now Brendon didn’t even need to see Ryan or rely on the months of knowing him so well, because he could feel Ryan’s grin against his shoulder blade, which Brendon only registered as Ryan no longer being near his ass.
Brendon only had a second to mentally whine before he felt two of Ryan’s moist fingers circling around the tight muscle of his entrance, and huh, Brendon hadn’t even heard Ryan sucking on his fingers. Or seen it. And Brendon really, really loved watching Ryan’s long fingers disappear into his mouth, little pink tongue flicking out to lick along the padded tips. He liked it almost as much as Ryan claimed he liked watching his fingers disappear into Brendon’s mouth, full lips clinging perfectly.
“This way,” Ryan said just as he twisted his fingers deeper into Brendon, “it’s about both of us. Pretty good, yeah?”
The answer that Brendon gave was really more of a choke, causing Ryan to chuckle lowly.
“I guess that means yes,” Ryan said, adding another finger, this time coated a little in a cool substance. Brendon really didn’t know how he could be so out of it already that he didn’t hear Ryan open a bottle of lube. Really, that was just ridiculous.
He did, however, hear as Ryan opened the condom wrapper, and he could hear Ryan’s low, stilted moan as he rolled the condom onto himself, no doubt rubbing a well-lubed hand across himself.
“Brendon,” Ryan said, right into his ear again, so close that Brendon felt like Ryan probably didn’t even need to speak for him to understand. Ryan’s nose rubbed against the curve of Brendon’s neck. “Don’t come on the books.”
And with that, Ryan thrust in, causing Brendon to lurch forward and grapple at the books, the uneven heights causing the binding to cut against his skin. Brendon moaned, glancing back at Ryan, eyes intense, before turning back to dazedly stare at the books in front of them, slowly separating from each other each time Ryan pushed up hard into him since Brendon’s hands pushed them apart.
Pushing back against Ryan, Brendon used the back wall of the shelf for some sort of balance, undulating his hips as Ryan snapped his own.
It was just what Brendon had wanted; it was perfect, but as Ryan pounded into Brendon hard from behind, there was still something missing, so Brendon put one of his hands up, risking his own balance and shakily called out, “Stop!”
Only a second later, Ryan stilled inside of him, chest heaving against Brendon’s back. One, slightly sweaty hand came down Brendon’s back. “What’s the matter?” Ryan asked, voice a little more unstable than normal, something that made Brendon bite back a grin.
“I want to see you,” Brendon answered.
And when Ryan thrust back in, hands firmly holding onto Brendon’s legs, wrapped securely around Ryan’s waist, that was really perfect. There was the hard, painful jab of the books against his back, the warm, stretching heat of Ryan inside of him, but best of all, there was that look on Ryan’s face, that look that Brendon didn’t think he would ever get tired of.
Ryan’s grip on Brendon’s legs tightened, and in turn Brendon tightened his own arms around Ryan. Brendon watched Ryan as his breath shortened and his eyes darkened. Brendon watched as Ryan bit down on his lower lip, and he couldn’t wait anymore. He ducked his head down and kissed Ryan, tongue sliding immediately into Ryan’s mouth. He panted into Ryan’s mouth, kissed him hard, and when Brendon felt Ryan come, Brendon bit down on Ryan’s lip, bringing the other boy through his orgasm as he continued to ride him.
Ryan stilled, bones obviously a little shaky, and carefully, Ryan lowered Brendon down, setting Brendon upright before sliding down to his knees. “Now it really is about you,” Ryan said, licking a stripe across Brendon’s already leaking cock.
Brendon moaned as his hips jerked up, against their will, but Ryan simply took it, letting Brendon fuck his mouth just like Ryan fucked Brendon, hard into the bookshelf. So hard that Brendon was pretty sure that he had scratches and bruises and other wonderful marks that he’ll be able to look at later and remember.
“You better swallow,” Brendon said, looking down at Ryan, his dark eyes peering up at him, mouth secure around Brendon’s cock. He let his hand card through Ryan’s hair lightly before tugging sharply. “We can’t get come on the books, you know.”
*end*
Another Coda: Setting Aside a Spot for You
My other stories!