Go On And Take It Way Too Far [3/4]
Title: Go On And Take It Way Too Far [3/4]
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe; suggestive Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Brendon turns voyeur.
Word Count: 967 [this part]; 3,625 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The continued continuation of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from xxkiwikayleexx. This can be read as a standalone, but it makes a LOT more sense with the first two parts. What is this, I don't even.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 4 : The Mix
It was another hotel night and Brendon had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was about to go back into his room when he heard the front door to Ryan's room open and close, quiet voices rumbling in low tones. Curious, Brendon pressed his ear to the door leading from the bathroom to Ryan's room, trying to determine who the other person in the room with Ryan was.
"Are you sure no one saw you come up here?" Ryan was asking over the soft thump of fabric hitting the floor, as if they were taking off clothes.
"Positive. C'mon, Ry, lighten up. What happened to that sense of adventure from the party?"
Brendon held in a gasp as he realized it was Gabe in the room, and from the way things were sounding - the distinctive sound of mouths moving together sloppily, a zipper being pulled down, a belt buckle clinking - they were about to do something Brendon probably shouldn't have been listening in on.
Oh, who was he even kidding? Brendon wanted - no, needed - to hear this.
"Fuck, your hands are cold," someone whispered, and Brendon thought it was Gabe; Ryan's hands were always cold.
Brendon honestly wished he could see what was happening. The noises alone weren't enough; he wanted to see this.
Suddenly, the bed creaked softly with the stress of someone putting their weight on it, and Brendon could already feel the sweat forming on his forehead and his chest, even back between his shoulder blades. He wasn't even doing anything. At least, he wasn't yet.
"More," Ryan muttered, and the tone of his voice went straight to Brendon's cock. "Gabe, please."
Brendon rested his cheek against the cool wood of the door, sighing silently and closing his eyes. If he thought hard enough, he could see the outline of Ryan's skinny legs, the tense lines of his hands where he gripped the sheets. He could see the sharp angles of his hipbones, leading down, down-
"Fuck, Gabe, come on. Please, I'm ready, just..." Ryan whimpered a little, and Brendon let his eyes fly open, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Brendon couldn't control himself; he had to see. Shutting the light off, Brendon gently turned the handle on the door, praying to a god he didn't believe in that it didn't make a noise. When there was an inch of space he could see through, the first image that caught Brendon's eye was Ryan on his stomach, his ass in the air, with Gabe slowly pushing his cock into the guitarist. Brendon had to bite back a groan, pressing the heel of his palm against his own straining cock as Ryan whimpered from the pain, long fingers twisted in the sheets.
"Shh, shh, I know it hurts, babe," Gabe whispered, running a soothing hand down Ryan's spine, making the younger man's muscles ripple under his skin. "Relax."
Ryan made another soft noise when Gabe's hips met his ass, burying his face into the sheets. After a moment of them both staying completely still, Ryan's hips pushed back minutely, signaling for Gabe to move.
"Fuck, you're still so tight, Ross. Did you forget to finger yourself when you were in the shower?" Gabe purred, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making Ryan gasp and squirm, the younger man's face contorted in half-pain, half-pleasure.
Brendon disguised the sound of his towel dropping to the floor with Ryan's outcry as Gabe found a rhythm, and the singer leaned against the doorframe with one shoulder while he worked his other hand over his cock in time with Gabe's pace. Soon, Ryan was moaning like a cheap whore - he hadn't been lying when he said that - shaking with the effort of meeting Gabe's rough thrusts. Both of them were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Ryan's bangs sticking to his forehead.
"Gabe, Gabe, Gabe," Ryan panted warningly, his breath hitching with each thrust, and the elder just pounded into him faster.
Brendon was trying his hardest to stay quiet, his front teeth going through his bottom lip, but he sped up his hand as Ryan got close, wanting nothing more than to come with him.
"Oh, fuck," Ryan groaned, and in that instant his eyes opened for the first time since Brendon had peeked in. Ryan was looking directly at him and he could see everything he needed through the crack in the door; an inch-wide piece of Brendon's naked form, his arm angled down and moving quickly, and a single glazed-over eye staring right at him.
Ryan couldn't close his eyes, couldn't look away from Brendon as he came, blushing as he moaned and shook under Gabe's hands. If he listened hard enough, Ryan could hear the soft gasp that Brendon made as he followed a second later, his mouth going slack and his arm slowly jerking to a stop.
Gabe's hands gripped Ryan's hips hard as his own snapped against Ryan's ass once more, letting out a grunt as he came, his chest heaving. He pulled out once he was finished, tugging off the condom and throwing it away before beginning to grab his clothes. Ryan collapsed as soon as he had nothing holding him up, still staring at a very frightened brown eye through the crack in the door to the bathroom.
"See you next hotel night, bro," Gabe called over his shoulder as he finished dressing and headed out the door.
There was a beat of silence after the door clicked closed, the air thick with anxiousness.
"Brendon?" Ryan called softly, not even daring to move.
Suddenly, Brendon bent down to pick up his towel and darted back into his room, securely locking the door behind him.
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.
Author: meiloslyther
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Gabe; suggestive Rydon
POV: 3rd, omniscient
Summary: Brendon turns voyeur.
Word Count: 967 [this part]; 3,625 [total]
Disclaimer: Entirely created from the recesses of my own diseased and fragmented brain case. This is what snorting word dust will do to you. :D Oh, and don't Google yourselves. Ever.
Beta: phoenix_vixen
Author Notes: The continued continuation of a NaNoRyRo piece based on a prompt from xxkiwikayleexx. This can be read as a standalone, but it makes a LOT more sense with the first two parts. What is this, I don't even.
Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 4 : The Mix
It was another hotel night and Brendon had just stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was about to go back into his room when he heard the front door to Ryan's room open and close, quiet voices rumbling in low tones. Curious, Brendon pressed his ear to the door leading from the bathroom to Ryan's room, trying to determine who the other person in the room with Ryan was.
"Are you sure no one saw you come up here?" Ryan was asking over the soft thump of fabric hitting the floor, as if they were taking off clothes.
"Positive. C'mon, Ry, lighten up. What happened to that sense of adventure from the party?"
Brendon held in a gasp as he realized it was Gabe in the room, and from the way things were sounding - the distinctive sound of mouths moving together sloppily, a zipper being pulled down, a belt buckle clinking - they were about to do something Brendon probably shouldn't have been listening in on.
Oh, who was he even kidding? Brendon wanted - no, needed - to hear this.
"Fuck, your hands are cold," someone whispered, and Brendon thought it was Gabe; Ryan's hands were always cold.
Brendon honestly wished he could see what was happening. The noises alone weren't enough; he wanted to see this.
Suddenly, the bed creaked softly with the stress of someone putting their weight on it, and Brendon could already feel the sweat forming on his forehead and his chest, even back between his shoulder blades. He wasn't even doing anything. At least, he wasn't yet.
"More," Ryan muttered, and the tone of his voice went straight to Brendon's cock. "Gabe, please."
Brendon rested his cheek against the cool wood of the door, sighing silently and closing his eyes. If he thought hard enough, he could see the outline of Ryan's skinny legs, the tense lines of his hands where he gripped the sheets. He could see the sharp angles of his hipbones, leading down, down-
"Fuck, Gabe, come on. Please, I'm ready, just..." Ryan whimpered a little, and Brendon let his eyes fly open, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
Brendon couldn't control himself; he had to see. Shutting the light off, Brendon gently turned the handle on the door, praying to a god he didn't believe in that it didn't make a noise. When there was an inch of space he could see through, the first image that caught Brendon's eye was Ryan on his stomach, his ass in the air, with Gabe slowly pushing his cock into the guitarist. Brendon had to bite back a groan, pressing the heel of his palm against his own straining cock as Ryan whimpered from the pain, long fingers twisted in the sheets.
"Shh, shh, I know it hurts, babe," Gabe whispered, running a soothing hand down Ryan's spine, making the younger man's muscles ripple under his skin. "Relax."
Ryan made another soft noise when Gabe's hips met his ass, burying his face into the sheets. After a moment of them both staying completely still, Ryan's hips pushed back minutely, signaling for Gabe to move.
"Fuck, you're still so tight, Ross. Did you forget to finger yourself when you were in the shower?" Gabe purred, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making Ryan gasp and squirm, the younger man's face contorted in half-pain, half-pleasure.
Brendon disguised the sound of his towel dropping to the floor with Ryan's outcry as Gabe found a rhythm, and the singer leaned against the doorframe with one shoulder while he worked his other hand over his cock in time with Gabe's pace. Soon, Ryan was moaning like a cheap whore - he hadn't been lying when he said that - shaking with the effort of meeting Gabe's rough thrusts. Both of them were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Ryan's bangs sticking to his forehead.
"Gabe, Gabe, Gabe," Ryan panted warningly, his breath hitching with each thrust, and the elder just pounded into him faster.
Brendon was trying his hardest to stay quiet, his front teeth going through his bottom lip, but he sped up his hand as Ryan got close, wanting nothing more than to come with him.
"Oh, fuck," Ryan groaned, and in that instant his eyes opened for the first time since Brendon had peeked in. Ryan was looking directly at him and he could see everything he needed through the crack in the door; an inch-wide piece of Brendon's naked form, his arm angled down and moving quickly, and a single glazed-over eye staring right at him.
Ryan couldn't close his eyes, couldn't look away from Brendon as he came, blushing as he moaned and shook under Gabe's hands. If he listened hard enough, Ryan could hear the soft gasp that Brendon made as he followed a second later, his mouth going slack and his arm slowly jerking to a stop.
Gabe's hands gripped Ryan's hips hard as his own snapped against Ryan's ass once more, letting out a grunt as he came, his chest heaving. He pulled out once he was finished, tugging off the condom and throwing it away before beginning to grab his clothes. Ryan collapsed as soon as he had nothing holding him up, still staring at a very frightened brown eye through the crack in the door to the bathroom.
"See you next hotel night, bro," Gabe called over his shoulder as he finished dressing and headed out the door.
There was a beat of silence after the door clicked closed, the air thick with anxiousness.
"Brendon?" Ryan called softly, not even daring to move.
Suddenly, Brendon bent down to pick up his towel and darted back into his room, securely locking the door behind him.
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A/N: In case you missed it... NaNoRyRo 2009
More of my work here.