Easy way out
Reproduced for your viewing pleasure, darlings. Also for anyone who stumbles across the journal and isn’t part of the chokemyfiction community yet, where this was originally posted. Get your asses over there, sweet-peas, it’s where the real magic happens. On other news, I stumbled across a Panic primer yesterday that had a video of Spencer dancing and pictures of baby Ryan which left very little to the imagination. People should not make me look at things pretty enough to make my eyes bleed and not expect me to write porn. Seriously, at this point, it's a coping mechanism.
Title: Easy way out
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Spencer/Ryan, Shane/Brendon and pretty much any combination thereof
Warnings: gagging, D/s, random cuteness and nerdism in the form of Guitar Hero
Disclaimer: Gabe Saporta made me do it. Title by Elliott Smith.
A/N: sorta sequel to Brand New Game
It had taken a couple of weeks to get over the initial revelation, but Spencer found himself watching Brendon and Shane with increasing curiosity even though none of them talked about what went on in the respective bunks or hotel rooms.
Spencer noticed the secret, now not-so-secret silent communication and sometimes he felt Shane’s eyes on him, inquisitive, appreciative, bemused, sometimes a combination of all of the above, he was never quite sure. Besides, the dude got to hide behind a camera lens whenever he wanted to and it wasn’t like a stare-down, just a bit of friendly curiosity.
Of all pathetic pass-times to kick things into motion, it was a game of Guitar Hero that did it. Spencer could guess just how much Ryan would have hated that for a prologue to the epic events that followed, but there you had it.
Ryan wasn’t playing, but he had stopped huffing about half an hour into the game when Spencer had shot him a death glare to stop his constant whining, accompanied by a hissed warning to keep his mouth shut right now or else. Instead, Ryan was scribbling in his notebook furiously, feigning disinterest. Spencer knew that he had his eyes glued to the screen every moment he didn’t think anyone was looking, but whatever.
Besides, he didn’t have much time to think, he was on against Brendon, so he had work to do. Shane was lounging on the other couch with Jon, both of them putting some effort into depleting their stash and talking in low voices about something or other.
Brendon won. That was all it took. He grinned at Spencer and all but shouted “I so own you, bitch!” while he was thumping him on the back and jumping up and down like some fourteen year old ADHD head case. Which… well, he wasn’t fourteen.
Shane watched, something calculating and almost evil glinting in his eyes. That might have been the second-hand smoke talking, though. “I thought I owned you, bitch”, Shane drawled, smiling, but everyone froze, Ryan just managing to hold onto his pen, but staring back and forth between them with huge eyes while Brendon blushed a fierce shade of red.
Jon cleared his throat and got up. “So if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my bunk. With my i-pod on loud,” he mumbled, sounding mid-way between horrified and amused. He disappeared and Shane fixed his gaze on Spencer, a wicked grin spreading over his face. Spencer figured it would be about time to explain to Ryan just what the hell was going on, but it was too late for that.
Ryan had that look, that frozen face he put on just before he went off to punch walls or people or anything else he could get his hands on. “Fuck you!” he spat, glaring at Shane. “You think that’s funny?!”
Shane only faltered for a split second, then the smile was back in place. “I really don’t,” he replied easily. “Also, I don’t think you should talk to me like that right now.” Spencer was already rolling his eyes by the time Ryan drew breath to add a couple more colourful insults. “Ryan,” Spencer mumbled, trying to make it sound like a warning.
It didn’t work. Go fucking figure, Spencer thought to himself. He didn’t miss that Brendon had gone silent next to him and was chewing on his lower lip as though he was biting back words that would otherwise carelessly tumble out of his mouth.
“… and I really don’t know how you even think you get to tell me what to do. You’re not even one of us,” Ryan finished and Spencer was over there in three seconds tops, slapping Ryan across the face hard. Way to introduce yourself to the like-minded couple. Fuck.
“Ryan, you’re gonna make this way worse for yourself if I hear one more word,” Spencer gritted out while Ryan watched him with an expression of pure shock, one hand on his stinging cheek. “You… you FUCK!” Ryan spat and Spencer yanked his hair back hard. Those were exactly the moments that pissed him off above all else. “Ryan, we’ve been over this.” He watched Ryan’s Adam’s apple jumping up and down furiously as Ryan struggled to get himself under control. “Say it,” Spencer demanded even though he already knew exactly what Ryan was gonna say. “I’m sorry. I don’t get to shout at you like that. I know.”
Spencer sighed. “Damn right you don’t. The bad news is that this time, you’ve not only managed to piss me off, but you’ve insulted Shane as well. He’s Brendon’s boyfriend, Ryan. He is one of us. He’s taken photographs and he’s done video diaries of the band. Free of charge, but I’m not even going there. Point is, you don’t do that to people. You don’t pretend they don’t count. Cause you fucking hate when people do it to you.”
It wasn’t a question, but Ryan nodded regardless, glancing at Shane uneasily. “I… I’m sorry?” Shane was still smiling. “I know. Just… Ryan. Could you at least sometimes think about shit like that before the fact?” Spencer felt Ryan bristle at the criticism and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard. “Ry, shut the fuck up or I’ll beg him to do whatever to make sure nothing like this ever happens again, I swear to God.” He was holding Shane’s gaze over Ryan’s shoulder and nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Bren, I want you to go get our stuff, okay?” Brendon disappeared to the bunk area without a word. Damn him for being the good kid, Spencer thought and he was pretty sure Ryan was right there with him on that opinion. When Brendon came back, he was clutching a small bag and passed it on to Shane without looking up at him, smiling broadly when Shane thanked him for getting it.
“Spence, you’re okay with this?” he inquired, but Spencer just nodded, despite the panicked expression on Ryan’s face. “Yeah. Just, I want a say. When to stop and stuff.” Shane raised an eyebrow. “Who do I look like, the Hulk? He’s yours, Spence. I’m not gonna get carried away.”
Spencer could feel Ryan shaking next to him as Shane was rummaging through the bag. “It’s okay, Ry. I’m here. I’d never let anyone hurt you, you know that.”
Ryan nodded and walked over to Shane the second Shane was looking at him, standing in the middle of the lounge awkwardly and not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Ryan? Here’s the deal: I’m gonna gag you now. I’m not gonna do anything else, I’m not gonna hurt you in any way. I just want you to have to shut up for a while so you know what it sometimes feels like for all of us when the smallest thing sets you off and everyone has to keep on their toes so you won’t throw a fit.”
Ryan didn’t reply, but he didn’t argue when Shane proceeded to pull the scarf from Ryan’s neck and pressed a small red ball into Ryan’s hand. “If you have trouble breathing or if you get scared, drop the ball, okay? I trust you to only do that when there’s a problem.” Ryan smiled, making Spencer almost double-back in surprise and then melt when he mumbled: “Spencer’s gonna tell you when there is a problem.” Shane ran a hand over his reddened cheek. “He will. You ready?” Ryan nodded and concentrated hard on breathing through his nose as Shane pulled the scarf over his mouth tightly and expertly tied it at the back of his head.
At first, Ryan felt like he couldn’t breathe at all, panicking at the soft fabric straining against his mouth, but his eyes found Spencer’s and he stilled. Shane took a step back to admire his handiwork before gesturing for Brendon to come over.
Spencer was once again amazed that Brendon just seemed to listen, seemed to enjoy listening, even. He didn’t argue when Shane told him to strip, just shrugged his shirt off and stepped out of his skinny jeans, picking up his clothes and putting them on a chair before Shane even asked him to.
Shane giggled at Spencer’s incredulous expression. “Dude, we’ve been room-mates since we were sixteen, it’s not always been this way, I promise you.” Spencer wasn’t sure he’d trust his voice for a reply, not now that Brendon was standing next to Ryan, naked, head bowed. He’d seen Brendon naked plenty of times, but this was on a whole different level. He felt himself getting hard just watching.
“Join us, Spence?” Shane offered, stroking Brendon’s chest idly and playfully nibbling at his shoulder, not really biting, just grazing along the skin with his teeth. Brendon leaned into the touch and shivered, goose bumps spreading all over his toned, slender arms. Spencer hesitated, looking at Ryan. Even though half his face was obscured by the scarf, he found all the answers he needed in Ryan’s eyes. Ryan wasn’t happy with the idea, no doubt about it.
“He’ll get his turn”, Shane smirked. “But for now, he’ll just have to watch. He can figure out what it’s like to not be part of something.” His voice didn’t sound venomous, but serious enough to get the point home. Spencer got up unsteadily, standing on Brendon’s left side while Shane moved over to the right, all three of them in plain view for Ryan.
Spencer didn’t do much, basically just ran his hand across Brendon’s back while Shane jerked his boy off slowly. Brendon threw his head back and moaned, deep and desperate, leaning into Spencer. The kid was vocal as fuck, Spencer observed, mewing and shuddering and gasping, an occasional plea falling from his flushed lips.
“Don’t come yet”, Shane murmured, increasing both the pace and friction a little, making Brendon whimper. “Shane…” “Shh. Not yet.” There were a couple of seconds silence, punctuated only by Brendon’s moans. “Shane, I can’t…” Shane pulled his hand back. “You can and you will. You’re not that much of a slut, Bren.”
Spencer was pretty sure he died a little at Brendon’s facial expression, the guy was positively beaming at Shane. “What she said,” he deadpanned and Shane laughed softly, biting his lip and eyeing Spencer. “If you wanted to…” and Brendon looked up at Spencer, too. “Anything you want, Spence.”
When Spencer didn’t reply, Brendon dropped to his knees and licked his lips. It was quite possibly one of the hottest things Spencer had ever seen and he didn’t argue when Shane stepped forward to unzip his pants and pull them down unceremoniously. “He’s pretty good at this,” he smiled and watched as Brendon shuffled closer to Spencer awkwardly, running his tongue over the inside of Spencer’s thigh and planting soft kisses on his way up before carefully sucking the head of Spencer’s cock in his mouth.
Spencer gasped and clenched his hands, but Shane hadn’t missed the reflex that had made him want to just grab Brendon’s head and pull him down. “Go on, he likes that.” Spencer did and Brendon adjusted easily, letting Spencer set the pace and concentrating on keeping the suction up and his teeth out of the way.
“Fuck,” he gasped when Brendon started teasing with his tongue along with everything else and Shane leaned forward and kissed him, deep and urgent and wet. He probably didn’t last as long as he should have done, but he couldn’t even make himself care, all the unknown, different sensations washing over him and crashing down in an orgasm that made his knees buckle. Brendon sucked him dry and grinned up at him before he swallowed and Spencer just wanted to die right there and then.
Shane had turned round to Ryan, stroking his hair softly. “You did good, Ryan. If you want Brendon to, he’s gonna suck you off, too.” Ryan’s eyes widened, but Brendon didn’t even get up, just crossed the small space that separated them on his knees and reached for the buckle of Ryan’s belt.
Spencer stood transfixed, watching as Brendon took Ryan into his mouth, as Ryan bucked his hips, a strangled sound coming from behind the scarf which was still firmly in place. Shane came back and slung an arm round Spencer’s shoulder.
“How the fuck are we this lucky, man?” he asked quietly and Spencer seconded that thought so very hard right then, no matter how much both Ryan and Brendon sometimes drove him nuts. The image of Brendon naked on the floor, pleasuring Ryan, who stared down at him with an expression that was half bliss, half incredulity, the scarf over his mouth making his eyes appear even bigger and darker in his face, it was just overwhelmingly beautiful.
“I’d really like to fuck him sometime. If you let me,” Shane whispered as Ryan came, choking and whimpering through the fabric and Spencer grinned. “That’s his call, but I really can’t see him refusing, to be honest.” Ryan had dropped on the floor like a dead weight after getting off and Brendon removed the scarf, kissing him fiercely.
“So pretty, Ryan. I swear to God, you’re fucking… damn.” Ryan just shook his head helplessly. “Man. Blowjobs, seriously. What the fuck?” Brendon giggled and Spencer and Shane exchanged a glance before they both burst out laughing.
“We’ve created a monster”, Spencer commented weakly, but he didn’t much mind. If the monster came in the shape of these three, he would happily offer himself up to be eaten alive.
Title: Easy way out
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Spencer/Ryan, Shane/Brendon and pretty much any combination thereof
Warnings: gagging, D/s, random cuteness and nerdism in the form of Guitar Hero
Disclaimer: Gabe Saporta made me do it. Title by Elliott Smith.
A/N: sorta sequel to Brand New Game
It had taken a couple of weeks to get over the initial revelation, but Spencer found himself watching Brendon and Shane with increasing curiosity even though none of them talked about what went on in the respective bunks or hotel rooms.
Spencer noticed the secret, now not-so-secret silent communication and sometimes he felt Shane’s eyes on him, inquisitive, appreciative, bemused, sometimes a combination of all of the above, he was never quite sure. Besides, the dude got to hide behind a camera lens whenever he wanted to and it wasn’t like a stare-down, just a bit of friendly curiosity.
Of all pathetic pass-times to kick things into motion, it was a game of Guitar Hero that did it. Spencer could guess just how much Ryan would have hated that for a prologue to the epic events that followed, but there you had it.
Ryan wasn’t playing, but he had stopped huffing about half an hour into the game when Spencer had shot him a death glare to stop his constant whining, accompanied by a hissed warning to keep his mouth shut right now or else. Instead, Ryan was scribbling in his notebook furiously, feigning disinterest. Spencer knew that he had his eyes glued to the screen every moment he didn’t think anyone was looking, but whatever.
Besides, he didn’t have much time to think, he was on against Brendon, so he had work to do. Shane was lounging on the other couch with Jon, both of them putting some effort into depleting their stash and talking in low voices about something or other.
Brendon won. That was all it took. He grinned at Spencer and all but shouted “I so own you, bitch!” while he was thumping him on the back and jumping up and down like some fourteen year old ADHD head case. Which… well, he wasn’t fourteen.
Shane watched, something calculating and almost evil glinting in his eyes. That might have been the second-hand smoke talking, though. “I thought I owned you, bitch”, Shane drawled, smiling, but everyone froze, Ryan just managing to hold onto his pen, but staring back and forth between them with huge eyes while Brendon blushed a fierce shade of red.
Jon cleared his throat and got up. “So if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my bunk. With my i-pod on loud,” he mumbled, sounding mid-way between horrified and amused. He disappeared and Shane fixed his gaze on Spencer, a wicked grin spreading over his face. Spencer figured it would be about time to explain to Ryan just what the hell was going on, but it was too late for that.
Ryan had that look, that frozen face he put on just before he went off to punch walls or people or anything else he could get his hands on. “Fuck you!” he spat, glaring at Shane. “You think that’s funny?!”
Shane only faltered for a split second, then the smile was back in place. “I really don’t,” he replied easily. “Also, I don’t think you should talk to me like that right now.” Spencer was already rolling his eyes by the time Ryan drew breath to add a couple more colourful insults. “Ryan,” Spencer mumbled, trying to make it sound like a warning.
It didn’t work. Go fucking figure, Spencer thought to himself. He didn’t miss that Brendon had gone silent next to him and was chewing on his lower lip as though he was biting back words that would otherwise carelessly tumble out of his mouth.
“… and I really don’t know how you even think you get to tell me what to do. You’re not even one of us,” Ryan finished and Spencer was over there in three seconds tops, slapping Ryan across the face hard. Way to introduce yourself to the like-minded couple. Fuck.
“Ryan, you’re gonna make this way worse for yourself if I hear one more word,” Spencer gritted out while Ryan watched him with an expression of pure shock, one hand on his stinging cheek. “You… you FUCK!” Ryan spat and Spencer yanked his hair back hard. Those were exactly the moments that pissed him off above all else. “Ryan, we’ve been over this.” He watched Ryan’s Adam’s apple jumping up and down furiously as Ryan struggled to get himself under control. “Say it,” Spencer demanded even though he already knew exactly what Ryan was gonna say. “I’m sorry. I don’t get to shout at you like that. I know.”
Spencer sighed. “Damn right you don’t. The bad news is that this time, you’ve not only managed to piss me off, but you’ve insulted Shane as well. He’s Brendon’s boyfriend, Ryan. He is one of us. He’s taken photographs and he’s done video diaries of the band. Free of charge, but I’m not even going there. Point is, you don’t do that to people. You don’t pretend they don’t count. Cause you fucking hate when people do it to you.”
It wasn’t a question, but Ryan nodded regardless, glancing at Shane uneasily. “I… I’m sorry?” Shane was still smiling. “I know. Just… Ryan. Could you at least sometimes think about shit like that before the fact?” Spencer felt Ryan bristle at the criticism and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard. “Ry, shut the fuck up or I’ll beg him to do whatever to make sure nothing like this ever happens again, I swear to God.” He was holding Shane’s gaze over Ryan’s shoulder and nodded almost imperceptibly.
“Bren, I want you to go get our stuff, okay?” Brendon disappeared to the bunk area without a word. Damn him for being the good kid, Spencer thought and he was pretty sure Ryan was right there with him on that opinion. When Brendon came back, he was clutching a small bag and passed it on to Shane without looking up at him, smiling broadly when Shane thanked him for getting it.
“Spence, you’re okay with this?” he inquired, but Spencer just nodded, despite the panicked expression on Ryan’s face. “Yeah. Just, I want a say. When to stop and stuff.” Shane raised an eyebrow. “Who do I look like, the Hulk? He’s yours, Spence. I’m not gonna get carried away.”
Spencer could feel Ryan shaking next to him as Shane was rummaging through the bag. “It’s okay, Ry. I’m here. I’d never let anyone hurt you, you know that.”
Ryan nodded and walked over to Shane the second Shane was looking at him, standing in the middle of the lounge awkwardly and not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Ryan? Here’s the deal: I’m gonna gag you now. I’m not gonna do anything else, I’m not gonna hurt you in any way. I just want you to have to shut up for a while so you know what it sometimes feels like for all of us when the smallest thing sets you off and everyone has to keep on their toes so you won’t throw a fit.”
Ryan didn’t reply, but he didn’t argue when Shane proceeded to pull the scarf from Ryan’s neck and pressed a small red ball into Ryan’s hand. “If you have trouble breathing or if you get scared, drop the ball, okay? I trust you to only do that when there’s a problem.” Ryan smiled, making Spencer almost double-back in surprise and then melt when he mumbled: “Spencer’s gonna tell you when there is a problem.” Shane ran a hand over his reddened cheek. “He will. You ready?” Ryan nodded and concentrated hard on breathing through his nose as Shane pulled the scarf over his mouth tightly and expertly tied it at the back of his head.
At first, Ryan felt like he couldn’t breathe at all, panicking at the soft fabric straining against his mouth, but his eyes found Spencer’s and he stilled. Shane took a step back to admire his handiwork before gesturing for Brendon to come over.
Spencer was once again amazed that Brendon just seemed to listen, seemed to enjoy listening, even. He didn’t argue when Shane told him to strip, just shrugged his shirt off and stepped out of his skinny jeans, picking up his clothes and putting them on a chair before Shane even asked him to.
Shane giggled at Spencer’s incredulous expression. “Dude, we’ve been room-mates since we were sixteen, it’s not always been this way, I promise you.” Spencer wasn’t sure he’d trust his voice for a reply, not now that Brendon was standing next to Ryan, naked, head bowed. He’d seen Brendon naked plenty of times, but this was on a whole different level. He felt himself getting hard just watching.
“Join us, Spence?” Shane offered, stroking Brendon’s chest idly and playfully nibbling at his shoulder, not really biting, just grazing along the skin with his teeth. Brendon leaned into the touch and shivered, goose bumps spreading all over his toned, slender arms. Spencer hesitated, looking at Ryan. Even though half his face was obscured by the scarf, he found all the answers he needed in Ryan’s eyes. Ryan wasn’t happy with the idea, no doubt about it.
“He’ll get his turn”, Shane smirked. “But for now, he’ll just have to watch. He can figure out what it’s like to not be part of something.” His voice didn’t sound venomous, but serious enough to get the point home. Spencer got up unsteadily, standing on Brendon’s left side while Shane moved over to the right, all three of them in plain view for Ryan.
Spencer didn’t do much, basically just ran his hand across Brendon’s back while Shane jerked his boy off slowly. Brendon threw his head back and moaned, deep and desperate, leaning into Spencer. The kid was vocal as fuck, Spencer observed, mewing and shuddering and gasping, an occasional plea falling from his flushed lips.
“Don’t come yet”, Shane murmured, increasing both the pace and friction a little, making Brendon whimper. “Shane…” “Shh. Not yet.” There were a couple of seconds silence, punctuated only by Brendon’s moans. “Shane, I can’t…” Shane pulled his hand back. “You can and you will. You’re not that much of a slut, Bren.”
Spencer was pretty sure he died a little at Brendon’s facial expression, the guy was positively beaming at Shane. “What she said,” he deadpanned and Shane laughed softly, biting his lip and eyeing Spencer. “If you wanted to…” and Brendon looked up at Spencer, too. “Anything you want, Spence.”
When Spencer didn’t reply, Brendon dropped to his knees and licked his lips. It was quite possibly one of the hottest things Spencer had ever seen and he didn’t argue when Shane stepped forward to unzip his pants and pull them down unceremoniously. “He’s pretty good at this,” he smiled and watched as Brendon shuffled closer to Spencer awkwardly, running his tongue over the inside of Spencer’s thigh and planting soft kisses on his way up before carefully sucking the head of Spencer’s cock in his mouth.
Spencer gasped and clenched his hands, but Shane hadn’t missed the reflex that had made him want to just grab Brendon’s head and pull him down. “Go on, he likes that.” Spencer did and Brendon adjusted easily, letting Spencer set the pace and concentrating on keeping the suction up and his teeth out of the way.
“Fuck,” he gasped when Brendon started teasing with his tongue along with everything else and Shane leaned forward and kissed him, deep and urgent and wet. He probably didn’t last as long as he should have done, but he couldn’t even make himself care, all the unknown, different sensations washing over him and crashing down in an orgasm that made his knees buckle. Brendon sucked him dry and grinned up at him before he swallowed and Spencer just wanted to die right there and then.
Shane had turned round to Ryan, stroking his hair softly. “You did good, Ryan. If you want Brendon to, he’s gonna suck you off, too.” Ryan’s eyes widened, but Brendon didn’t even get up, just crossed the small space that separated them on his knees and reached for the buckle of Ryan’s belt.
Spencer stood transfixed, watching as Brendon took Ryan into his mouth, as Ryan bucked his hips, a strangled sound coming from behind the scarf which was still firmly in place. Shane came back and slung an arm round Spencer’s shoulder.
“How the fuck are we this lucky, man?” he asked quietly and Spencer seconded that thought so very hard right then, no matter how much both Ryan and Brendon sometimes drove him nuts. The image of Brendon naked on the floor, pleasuring Ryan, who stared down at him with an expression that was half bliss, half incredulity, the scarf over his mouth making his eyes appear even bigger and darker in his face, it was just overwhelmingly beautiful.
“I’d really like to fuck him sometime. If you let me,” Shane whispered as Ryan came, choking and whimpering through the fabric and Spencer grinned. “That’s his call, but I really can’t see him refusing, to be honest.” Ryan had dropped on the floor like a dead weight after getting off and Brendon removed the scarf, kissing him fiercely.
“So pretty, Ryan. I swear to God, you’re fucking… damn.” Ryan just shook his head helplessly. “Man. Blowjobs, seriously. What the fuck?” Brendon giggled and Spencer and Shane exchanged a glance before they both burst out laughing.
“We’ve created a monster”, Spencer commented weakly, but he didn’t much mind. If the monster came in the shape of these three, he would happily offer himself up to be eaten alive.