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This place gives Ryan the heebie-jeebies.
Some haunted locations don’t - some are so obviously not haunted (or perhaps he’s been jaded by years of ghost hunting) that he feels perfectly(ish) safe(ish).
But some places, like this, are so full of bad energy that Ryan’s genuinely shocked everyone isn’t more affected. They’re in Bodie State Historical Park. Once a thriving California gold-mining town, it’s now a deserted state park, with preserved though dilapidated buildings and a lot of lore.
In the daylight, with their guide and other visitors lulling in the background, it had seemed like a fun little haunted town; like Frontierland with less rollercoasters and more ghosts. But here, now, in the dark of the night, just Shane and Ryan and their little crew…
Ryan pulls his coat tighter around his chest and whispers, “do not be afraid”.
Shane, of course, is unaffected. He bounces around from building to building, occasionally leaning back and puffing out his chest, doing his best impression of a cowboy - tilting an imaginary hat and spitting nothing onto the desert floor. Ryan, in any other circumstance, would find this hilarious. As it is, he keeps having intrusive thoughts of a ghost with a gold pan materializing and whacking Shane over his giant head.
“What is this?” Shane asks. Ryan looks over at him - he’s standing in front of an ornate box, faded over time but still beautiful, old oak face with intricate carvings, and a bright gold lock broken around the handle.
“That box belonged to a rusher named Samuel Brannan,” Ryan explains. “It’s said that Brannan filled it with cursed dust. It makes whoever inhales it have an immediate and overwhelming sexual attraction to the person they’re in love with.” Ryan traces his fingers over Samuel Brannan’s initials engraved on the front of the box. “Baby making dust, basically.”
“Baby making dust,” Shane repeats. Ryan’s gaze flicks up to Shane’s face, and Shane has a dangerous look in his eyes. Oh god.
“Oh god,” Ryan says aloud.
“What?” Shane teases. His fingers play at the handle of the box, where the lock has broken off. “Don’t wanna sniff some of that sweet, old-timey baby making dust?” He asks.
“I wouldn’t do it,” Ryan says. “Apparently it’s a lust that’s unable to be ignored. Once the dust, uh, kicks in, so to speak, there’s no way to not bone.”
Shane smiles wide, tongue poking out from behind his teeth. “Well that just sounds like a time, now, doesn’t it?” he asks.
Shane grasps the handle more firmly this time and pulls. Ryan reaches out to stop him, protests, “Shane, wait, don’t!” but it’s too late. Dust goes flying over the both of them, pressed close together, as the box opens. Shane and Ryan both cough loudly as they breathe it in, and Shane lets the box close with a resolute snap! as they cough and wheeze.
“Well,” Shane says once he gathers enough air to speak, wiping tears from his eyes. “Someone’s gotta dust that shit.”
They decide not to sleep there (thank god) but the shoot is long, and by the time they finally make it back to the hotel room, all Ryan longs for is a long, hot shower and a full night's sleep. He and Shane barely speak to each other as they make their way to their hotel room, not unusual when they’re so exhausted. Ryan says, “dibs on the first shower,” and then he dips into the bathroom before Shane can protest.
The first steams of hot water feel like heaven against his aching muscles. As he scrubs the heebie-jeebies off with the (frankly crappy) hotel soap, his mind drifts away from the shoot and to Shane. Shane, and his dumb cowboy impression, and the way he always keeps Ryan safe, and his beautiful, dangerous smile as he opened the box. God, what an idiot , Ryan thinks, but the curse must have been a myth. He’s not feeling anything but an overwhelming desire to sleep.
Ryan reluctantly exits the shower and towels off. He steps into an oversized shirt and a pair of baggy sweats. He looks at himself in the mirror - tired as hell, messy hair, but hey, it’s Shane, not the Queen of England - and shrugs, reaches for the door handle, and then-
“Ryan, don’t come in here,” Shane says from behind the door.
Ryan frowns. “What?” he asks. “Why not?” There’s a creek on the floor as he reaches for the door again, and Shane calls, more loudly and frantically this time, “Ryan, don’t come in here!”
Ryan really fucking wants to open the door, but his respect for Shane wins out over his morbid curiosity. “Alright,” he relents. “I won’t open it.” He leans against the wall close to the closed door. “What’s wrong?”
There’s a pause from behind the door. “I’m having-” Shane starts, slowly, “-an issue .”
“An issue?” Ryan asks, his frown intensifying. “What kind of issue?” When there’s no answer from behind the door, Ryan says, “I’m coming in there.” Ignoring Shane’s protests, Ryan pushes open the bathroom door, stepping into the bedroom.
Shane looks, to put it lightly, a mess. His hair is standing straight up, his entire body flushed, his head covered in a thin layer of sweat. He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling quickly, and, (Ryan looks to the blanket draped over Shane’s lap), “dude, are you hard ?” When Shane just nods, Ryan laughs. “You’re an adult. You know how to jack it.”
Shane, despite his appearance, manages to roll his eyes. “You think I haven’t tried that, Ryan?” he asks. “It’s not just that I’m hard. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I can feel my blood running through my body. All my muscles are on fire, and all I can think about is you . How I might just die if I can’t fuck you.”
“Wow.” That is a lot. Shane’s relentlessly horny, and apparently he’s horny for Ryan.
He wasn’t this horny last night, as far as Ryan knows. In fact, he’s never seen Shane like this. What about being in a creepy, dusty park made Ryan suddenly irresistible?
Dusty? Ryan gasps. “The baby making dust!”
Shane holds a finger up to silence Ryan. “Don’t you dare say it. Don’t even fucking suggest it.”
“The curse must be real!” Ryan continues. “I mean, I’m not feeling anything, but you were standing closer, you probably inhaled more. You inhaled the baby making dust and now you’re cursed to be horny for-” Ryan falters. All the lore said the dust makes someone horny for the person they’re in love with, but that must be incorrect because surely not.
“Can we breeze past the lore?” Shane asks, breaking Ryan out of his thoughts. He turns to Shane, and Shane groans. Ryan isn’t sure if the dust is uncomfortable, or if it's Ryan himself. He suspects it may be a combination of the two. “So if I am…” Shane falters, “...cursed.”
Despite the situation, Ryan can’t help but be giddy that Shane the skeptic was wrong. “You are.”
“ If ,” Shane emphasizes, “ if I am cursed. How do we, ah, undo it?”
“Simple,” Ryan says. He sits on his bed, across from Shane’s. “We have sex.”
Shane splutters. “We what ?!”
“We have sex,” Ryan repeats. “I mean, the curse isn’t gonna let up until we do, and you clearly feel uncomfortable.” He motions to Shane, who has gotten significantly redder and more out of breath since Ryan walked in, covered in a thin layer of sweat, his shirt sticking to his arms and-
“I’m not going to have sex with you because some curse told me to,” Shane answers, breaking Ryan out of his trance.
Ryan sighs. “I didn’t wanna bring up the lore-”
“So don’t,” Shane says, flushing even redder, if possible.
“The lore says the curse only works on someone you’re in love with.” Shane diverts his gaze to the floor and Ryan tilts his head down to look at him. “Are you in love with me?”
Shane scrubs his palm over his face. “Yes,” he answers.
“And in more ideal, less baby pollen circumstances, would you want to have sex with me?” Ryan asks.
Shane looks over at Ryan then, his eyes pure fire and his voice broken as he answers, “oh god, yes.”
“So then trust me on this,” Ryan says. He moves so he’s sitting next to Shane, pressed knee-to-knee together. Shane puts a hand on Ryan’s knee like he just can’t help himself and it’s red hot, even though the sweats.
“A safeword,” Shane manages, though he can’t take his eyes off his hand. “We need a safeword. So if one of us does something the other one doesn’t like, we stop. Curse be damned.”
“Appletaters,” Ryan answers immediately. Shane barks out a laugh, though it sounds strained. “What? Do you often say appletaters in the heat of the moment?”
Shane shakes his head, smiling fondly. “You are so stupid.” He leans forward so he can look Ryan in the eyes, and they’re so close, Ryan can feel Shane’s breath on his skin. “I really wanna kiss you right now,” he mutters, low, like a secret.
Ryan swallows hard. “I’m not saying no,” he answers.
As if by giving permission he’s opened a floodgate, Shane surges forward, connecting their lips in a kiss that’s instantly hot and messy and breathtaking. Ryan fists his hands in Shane’s sweat soaked shirt as he opens up to Shane, and Shane gets both of his giant hands on either side of Ryan’s face, cupping his cheeks. Ryan takes in a shaky breath, breathing in Shane all up in his space, and instantly feels hot all over, his head spinning with how much he wants, and fuck, oh fuck .
“Oh fuck,” Ryan pulls back to mutter against Shane’s lips.
Shane’s eyes flutter open slowly, his hands still on Ryan’s face like it’s impossible to let go, and Ryan is coming up behind him very quickly. “What’s wrong?” Shane asks, and his voice goes through Ryan like electricity.
“Baby making dust,” Ryan answers softly. “I’m not immune.”
“Thank god,” Shane says, and then they’re kissing again, more frantic this time. Ryan’s hands travel up and down Shane’s chest over his shirt. When he reaches the hem, he tugs, and they pull back just long enough to get Shane’s shirt up and over his head before they’re kissing again.
Shane’s skin is hot beneath Ryan’s fingers, and Ryan can’t help but touch, map out Shane’s body with his fingers, the hard muscle and the soft skin. Shane gets his hands under Ryan’s ass and he scoops Ryan up and into his lap like he weighs nothing. It’s incredibly hot, but also not something Ryan would have thought Shane capable of.
“Where’d that come from?” Ryan mutters against Shane’s lips.
“Baby making dust,” Shane explains. “Spread your legs for me.”
Ryan spreads his legs so he’s straddling Shane’s lap and Shane thrusts up against him, rubbing their cocks together through thin layers of fabric. He tugs Ryan’s shirt up over his head and leans forward to press kisses against the bare skin he’s revealed, still thrusting up frantically. Ryan rolls his hips along with Shane, the two of them moving together, and Ryan’s eyes roll into the back of his head as Shane sucks the skin of his neck.
Everything feels hot and intense. Ryan’s head lolls onto Shane’s shoulder and he can feel Shane’s breath coming out in bursts against his ear and down his neck, making him shiver all over. Shane rests two giant hands on Ryan’s back and holds him tight as he thrusts against him over and over and over. They’re both covered in sweat and panting and it should be disgusting but Ryan doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on in his entire life.
On a particular hard snap of Shane’s hips, Ryan actually whines. “Would it be crazy to say I’m gonna come?” Ryan asks.
“Maybe,” Shane answers, his voice wrecked. “Me too.”
Shane thrusts up against Ryan a few more times and that’s it, Ryan’s coming in his pants, harder than he’s ever come in his entire life, probably, his head tipped back and his body stiff as he grinds down against Shane. He sets Shane off, and Shane holds him close as he pushes up towards him frantically. Ryan can feel the wet spread of come through Shane’s pants, and he would probably come again just from that, if he could.
When Ryan’s done, he collapses against Shane’s chest, breathing heavy. Shane’s in a similar state to him, and he rubs Ryan’s back gently as they both pant in each other’s ears.
Through the haze of his orgasm, Ryan realizes two things:
- Despite a frankly mind-blowing orgasm, he’s still hard and
- He can still feel Shane’s cock pressed against him.
“Shane?” Ryan asks. Shane hums in question. “You still hard?”
Shane takes in a deep breath. “Yeah,” he answers.
“I guess this baby making dust is particular,” Ryan theorizes. “It wants people to have penetrative sex only.”
Shane groans. “Can we please pretend we’re not under a baby making curse that’s flipping my skeptic reality on its head?”
“Nope,” Ryan answers. He presses a gentle kiss to Shane’s shoulder and Shane inhales sharply as the dust regains its hold on him. Ryan feels it too, hot and a little dizzy, and he needs more, more, more.
“So,” he leans back so he can look Shane in the eyes. Shane gets both his hands on Ryan’s lower back to steady him. “You said something about wanting to fuck me?”
Shane groans like he’s been punched in the stomach. His thumbs rub at Ryan’s back as he takes him in. “Are you sure about this?” he asks. “Because I think it’s gonna be…” he falters, “...a lot.”
Ryan rolls his eyes. “You’re gonna fuck me hard and fast and you’re asking if that’s a problem? You’ve got a lot of weird sex hangups, dude.”
Shane surges forward to kiss Ryan again. Ryan sits up as they kiss, and he likes this, feeling taller than Shane. He drapes his arms over Shane’s shoulders as they kiss and he’s really looking forward to getting fucked, but next time, he’s totally fucking Shane.
(Next time? Can he count on a next time? Is it weird to hope this sex curse stays?)
Shane scrapes his blunt nails down Ryan’s back and Ryan gasps. Shane pulls back, his eyes still closed, and he says, “I need you naked and on your back, now.”
Who is Ryan to argue with a man with a plan? He moves off of Shane’s lap and strips quickly, laying back on the bed as Shane gets up and rifles through the drawer, looking for something. Ryan watches the flex of the muscles in Shane’s back and his arms, and frowns when Shane emerges with what he was looking for.
“If I weren’t so horny it’s coming out of my ears, I’d object to being fucked with hotel lube,” he says lightly.
Shane rolls his eyes. “Sorry, princess.” He straddles Ryan in the bed, rubs his hands down Ryan’s torso, his eyes wide like he’s awed. Ryan can relate. Shane looks fucking beautiful like this, his hair a mess and his skin flushed, and suddenly Ryan is desperate to know exactly what Shane’s packing.
Shane leans down to bite at Ryan’s neck again, his teeth gently grazing the skin, and Ryan gasps. “Shane, Shane,” he breathes. “Get the pants off, lemme see.”
“Relax,” Shane says gently, although his eyes are blown wide too, his skin flushed and red. He stands as he kind of stumble-steps out of his pants, no underwear, and Ryan would roll his eyes at Shane going commando except, woah, holy shit .
Ryan’s mouth moves without his permission. “Holy shit.” Shane furrows his brows in confusion, so Ryan elaborates, “dude, you’re fucking hung .”
Shane laughs as he ducks his head, and someone with such a nice cock should not be allowed to be bashful about it. “Well, you know what they say,” he answers. He covers his fingers in lube and sits on the bed with his legs tucked under him as he rubs at Ryan’s hole.
Ryan flinches at the first touch of Shane’s wet fingers to his hole, but relaxes into it as Shane pushes two into him. “You open up so easy,” Shane compliments as he rocks his fingers in. Ryan feels like he’s burning up a little bit and he pushes his hips back towards Shane’s hands, the urgency slowly settling into his bones like molten lava. “You do this often?”
“Can you blame me?” Ryan asks. “I’ve got a hot co host.”
Shane flushes and the two of them go quiet as Shane opens Ryan up on two, then three fingers, Ryan whining and groaning softly in the back of his throat at Shane’s long, thick fingers, until the dust gets the best of him and he begs, “okay, okay. That’s enough. Fuck me, please.”
Shane grabs a condom from god knows where (time is beginning to blur a little bit) and rips open the package, rolling it onto his cock, groaning as he touches himself. He wastes no time before he gets between Ryan’s legs, hikes them up over his hips, and pushes into him in one long stroke.
Ryan groans as Shane fills him up. He suspects it would hurt more if he weren’t under the influence of the dust, but Shane’s so big he can still feel him, every inch, the girth of him pressing Ryan open as he gets deep inside. Ryan’s never been filled up this much in his entire life and he immediately loves it.
Shane stills when he’s balls deep, his whole body shaking. Ryan thinks he must be waiting for Ryan to adjust, which is considerate of him, but right now Ryan kind of just wants to kick him. “Are you-” Shane starts.
Ryan nods quickly. “I’m good, I’m good. Fuck me.”
As if a dam has broken open, Shane starts fucking into Ryan hard and fast. Ryan gasps, his hands flying to the headboard to stop his head from banging against it as he’s fucked.
He wants to memorize everything about this. The way Shane’s stupidly long hair hangs over his face, drenched in sweat. The way his skin is flushed red, patchy. The hooded droop of his eyelids as his eyes focus on where they’re connected, where Shane’s frankly giant and beautiful cock is splitting Ryan open, so big he swears he can feel Shane in his stomach and in his throat, and what he wouldn’t give to choke on that beautiful cock.
Shane groans, bringing Ryan back to the present moment. Shane sounds like he’s so turned on it’s painful, and Ryan can definitely relate. “Ryan,” he groans, his hips still snapping forward, like his body is moving completely independent from his control. “Ryan, I can’t- I’m going to come. I’m so sorry.”
He says it like it’s not the hottest thing Ryan’s ever heard. “It’s okay,” Ryan mutters back. “It’s okay, please.”
Shane gets a few more frantic thrusts in before he stops, moaning deep in his throat, some combination of Ryan’s name and guttural noises that are the best thing Ryan’s ever heard. Ryan instantly regrets the condom between them. Maybe next time, he can convince Shane to do this without a condom. Fuck, the idea of Shane’s warm come filling him up-
Ryan whines at the thought, and Shane seems to get the message, because he wraps his giant, warm hand over Ryan’s cock and that’s it, game over, Ryan comes all over Shane’s fist without Shane even moving. It’s the best, craziest orgasm he’s ever had.
When it’s over, he melts into the mattress, the dust finally releasing its hold on them. Ryan winces when Shane pulls out, and he watches through drooping eyelids as Shane ties the condom off and drops it into the waste bin next to the bed. When he’s done, he collapses on the bed next to Ryan. The bed isn’t big enough for two grown men to lay side-by-side, not really, but they make it work.
“Do you feel better?” Shane asks once they both kind of regain their breathing.
“Yeah,” Ryan confirms. “You?”
“Yeah,” Shane answers. He turns to face Ryan, and Ryan turns as well. They’re so close that they’re basically nose-to-nose, and Ryan can feel Shane’s breath on his face. “Do you regret it?”
“No.” Ryan feels his heart pick up. “Do you?”
“Not at all,” Shane answers. He turns to the ceiling then, and clears his throat. “I think,” he starts awkwardly. “I think that we should shower and go to sleep for a million years and then we should do that again. Like, often.”
Ryan can’t help the giddy smile that spreads across his face as Shane turns to him and asks, “what do you think about that?”
“I think that,” Ryan says, “is the best idea you’ve ever had,” and then he kisses Shane again, to make up for lost time.
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