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Brendon looked beautiful.
So beautiful.
Ryan wanted to say it out loud but he didn't know if it'll make it awkward or make it sound too intimate so instead he bit his wet bottom lip and threw his head back to focus on the mindblowing feeling.
This was just experimenting.
Ryan groaned and his grip on Brendon's hips tightening as he moved him against him harder and faster, “God- fuck, you feel amazing…” Ryan spoke softly which just earned a whine from Brendon.
So fucking wet, so hard, for Ryan.
Watching his dick slide between Brendon's wet smooth folds just made his dick twitch with need to be inside, but that would be too much. They were just friends, just friends who were experimenting! Completely normal!
The wet slick sound, the breathing, Brendon's angelic sounds, and the way their naked hot bodies moved against each other were enough for Ryan to want to cum but held back, he wanted to see Brendon come apart underneath him.
“Are- you close?..” Ryan asked nervously. He wanted them both to feel something, not just him, that would be selfish, besides Brendon was the one to bring it up.
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The question, “What's frott-ing?” coming from Brendon was enough to Ryan choke on his juice violently which Brendon of course was there to roughly pat his back. “Wha-what?” Ryan had asked with embarrassment and his voice going stupidly high, “What. Is. Frott. Ingggg!!” Brendon repeated but in a way that made it seem Ryan was a stupid guy, not the first time. “Uhm, it's like- two people…. Uh- like dick to dick and just- you know? Rubbing…?” Ryan explained but not completely convinced with himself.
“Oh… does it feel good?” Brendon asked and hid no shame of talking about sex with his bandmate and best friend but earned a shrug from Ryan, “I don't know? I've never done it.” Ryan said and went back to nursing on his drink, “What?! Dude! You're a born dicked guy! How have you never done it?! You know how much I would kill to just get up, find someone and just pull my dick out and just do it?!” Brendon argued with disbelief clear in his tone and face and leaned and grabbed Ryan's shoulders and shook him back in fourth, “I don't want to know you would frot fuck, man!” Ryan groaned in annoyance and playfully smacked Brendon away.
“So…. Hypothetically speaking- just hypothetically! Let's say you are a frot virgin-""A frot what?””LET ME SPEAK!...You are a frot virgin, and I am too… wouldn't it- like make us less of a frot virgin if we experimented?...” Brendon asked slowly, his face slightly flushed, “I mean, yeah? But it's pretty late out and every bar is closed- “ “On each other, stupid.” Brendon huffed.
Each other? Ryan's dick up against Brendons?
“Won't it be weird, Bren? Aren't we friends? If not best friends?” Sorry, Spencer, “Yeah? And don't best friends help each other out?.... but it's totally cool if you don't want to! I can totally wait until we plan out a trip to the bar.”
So some random guys dick up against Brendon? Won't it be dangerous? What if the dude is a killer? A thief? A dangerous-killer-thief? Brendon could get hurt, and no one can hurt his….lead singer.
“No!” Ryan almost practically yelled which was embarrassing so he coughed to correct himself, “I mean, no, it's not necessarily, you don't…” Have to find a random fuck. “Have to lose whatever frot virgin shit…” Ryan said slowly and looked down at his hands that were planted on the table.
They were at Spencer's place since they were taking a break from touring and Spencer's place was the closest and they were staying there for some days until they went back to touring.
“But I want to,””You don't have to.””But I want to.” Brendon argued back again and it made Ryan sigh, he knew this won't go anywhere with Brendon's stubborn attitude, which Ryan knew he would have to raise his white flag without another choice.
Being naked with Brendon doesn't sound too bad…
Ryan has seen Brendon naked a couple times, the first time being Ryan accidentally walking in on Brendon changing on the tour bus and seeing the two scars under his chest but before Ryan could ask if he was alright and what happened Brendon grabbed whatever was near reach, a fucking radio, and had chucked it at Ryan's direction, and it only missed by a second as had crashed against the door after Ryan had quickly closed it. Ryan could still remember how many days Brendon ignored him on tour before finally sitting the band down and telling them, then awkwardly apologized to Ryan about the radio. Ryan would've stayed mad if it wasn't for how Brendon had taken off his shirt in front of them after Spencer's curiosity if he had the scars, (thank you, Spencer)
And Brendon looked just as amazing as when he first met him…
“I suppose we can do it together then?” Ryan slowly said, he felt nervous, excited, and like he was going to shit himself. “Really? Would you?” Brendon asked and his excitement was clear, Ryan nodded, swallowing his urge to vomit back down and standing up, offering his hand to Brendon which he took happily and then was pulling them both to the guest room he was staying. When they both got there and had locked the door behind him, Brendon was already eagerly striping his sweats and too-big band tee, which was their own merch.
Ryan watched Brendon strip in front of him, absolutely fascinated by the sight; flat tummy, smooth skin, shaved, and by just shaved, he meant shaved, and God, that ass…. But what never fails to catch Ryan's eyes are the two scars under Brendon's chest, and without a second thought he brought his hand to Brendon's chest and ran his hand against them. “These are really cool, you know?””Oh- thanks…” Brendon muttered shyly and looked down at his naked form and at Ryan's still dressed body, “Uhh, feeling too naked here?” Ryan snapped out of his weirdly hyper focused behavior on Brendon's chest and quickly started unbuttoning his shirt, “Yea-yeah! Sorry-” Ryan laughed awkwardly as he try to undo his buttons but his hands were fumbling around and he cursed under his breath, silently mad that he overdressed, “Stupid- fuckin’- whatever.” Ryan ripped open his shirt instead, the buttons scattering everywhere, but he paid no attention to mind as he went for the buttons of his pants and undid them, his eyes trailing up to Brendon who had sat himself on the middle of the bed with his legs slightly parted open and which gave Ryan the whole view.
“Is kissing allowed?” He asked nervously and earned a nod from the man on the bed.
Kicking himself onto gear he stumbled out of his pants and boxers, throwing his shirt somewhere and quickly climbed onto the bed and to Brendon, smashing his mouth to Brendon's and which earned a pleased hum.
Let it begin then.
After they got to position, which Brendon mostly told how to get into as he had searched beforehand. Ryan sat there silently, looking at his red hardened dick pressed against Brendon's already wet pussy, clutching the lube bottle with his hand tightly.
“Uh, Ryan?”
Ryan snapped his head up, “Hm? Oh- yeah?” Ryan asked casually, as if their junks weren't pressed against each other. “Are you going to do something?? Or should I just take the lead?” Brendon awkwardly laughed as he shifted his weight around a bit. “What? Oh! Oh- yeah! Sorry, sorry…” Ryan remembered what he was originally going to do and popped open the bottle, putting some on his hand, and brought it to his dick to make it a smoother glide. “Okay, I'm gonna start, okay?” Ryan said and looked up for approval, and when he got it he grabbed Brendon's hips and started moving him against his dick slowly. Looking up again he saw Brendon slowly gaining pleasure but not fully, so with a huff Ryan's grip got tighter as he started picking up his pace, faster and harder.
“Oh-oh, fuck.” Brendon gasped lightly as his hips tried to move instinctively but was forced to be still by Ryan's hold.
“Yes, fuck….” Ryan groaned. The feeling of his dick getting wetter by Brendon, the feeling of his dick sliding in between the wet folds of his pussy drove him mad, and Ryan has had sex multiple times, sure, but this was just godly.
And Brendon looked beautiful.
So very beautiful.
Ryan wanted to say it out loud but he didn't know if it'll make it awkward or make it sound too cheesy so instead he bit his wet bottom lip and threw his head back to focus on the mindblowing feeling.
This was just experimenting, like Brendon said.
Ryan groaned and his grip on Brendon's hips tightening as he moved him against him harder and faster, “God- fuck, you feel amazing…” Ryan spoke softly which just earned a whine from Brendon.
So fucking wet, so hard, just for Ryan.
Watching his dick slide between Brendon's wet smooth folds just made his dick twitch with need to be inside, but that would be too much.
Just experimenting.
And the wet slick sounds, the breathing, Brendon's angelic sounds, and the way their naked hot bodies moved against each other were enough for Ryan to want to cum hard but held back, he wanted to see Brendon come apart underneath him first.
“Are- you close?..” Ryan asked nervously and licked his lips. He wanted them both to feel something, not just him, that would be selfish, besides Brendon was the one to bring it up, so it's important he got his pleasure first than his own.
“Fuck- just- just keep going.” Brendon breathed and leaned back to steady himself with his hands planted firmly on the bed, his legs trembling lightly. Ryan obliged and continued, but he felt slightly frustrated, he wanted to let Brendon cum first but he didn't know how to.
“Goddd… Fuck, you're so wet for me, Bren…” Ryan whispered and grabbed Brendon by the nape of his neck and brought him close to catch his lips in a long kiss, and his other hand wrapping it around Brendon's waist to keep him close. The closer feeling makes Brendon moan against Ryan's lips.
“Shitshitshit!” Brendon cried against Ryan's lips, with the new angle now making him rub himself against Ryan's dick up and down eagerly.
“Fuck- B, slow down.-” He huffed but was caught off with a sharp gasp as he felt the sudden wet, hot, and the too tight feeling around his dick and which made Ryan tense up and Brendon's movements faltering for a moment and a hard gasp can be heard from him.
Fuckshitfuckfuckfuckfuck-
“Fuck! Shit- you're so fucking big!” Brendon choked out and tried to pick up where he had left off but he was stopped with the grip by Ryan's hand on his nape, “Bren,- fuck- is this okay? Are you sure?” Ryan asked, well he tried over his hard breathing. He felt extremely overwhelmed and felt like he was going to cum in a second, "Yes! Please, please don't stop."
Wow, okay, sure.
Ryan swallowed nervously and trained his eyes down where they were now connected fully, seeing Brendon's folds stretched around his dick was- like- like watching a plant grow on the sun, simply out of this world.
And it's not like he's had one- maybe more than one wet dream about this, and totally didn't imagine this a couple times to help himself get off….
Ryan placed both hands on Brendon's hips and started with slowly moving Brendon up and down on his dick but when Brendon let out an displeased sound at the slow pace, Ryan was quick to pick up the pace. He wanted to please.
But Ryan felt it wasn't enough and so with a determined force he pushed Brendon to lay on the bed with his back on the mattress, Ryan throwing Brendon's legs up and over his shoulders and held him still by the hip with one hand and the other hand bracing himself on the bed to hold himself up over Brendon before leaning down and almost bending Brendon in half just to kiss him before plowing into him hard and fast, making Brendon cry out in surprise against Ryan's lips as he felt every smooth slide, felt every vein that pulsed from Ryan's dick.
Brendon was the one to break the kiss first to try and catch his breath,“Ugh!- Fuck! Yes, shit, just like that! Fuck, you feel so big- so deep…” Brendon groaned breathlessly, and Ryan didn't trust himself speaking so he stuck with nodding quickly. He was more importantly focusing on not finishing first.
Ryan has heard those words a couple times, from many different girls, but this- this was different, this was Brendon, his Brendon, this was his bandmate, and his friend. But what if things change between them? What if Brendon ignores Ryan forever after this? What if…
“Ryan- Ryan, fuck, I'm close, I'm so fucking close, baby.” Brendon cried, which was the trick to snapping Ryan out of his daydream and pulling back to watch Brendon's face, his thrusts faltering for a moment to process what Brendon just said.
Baby? Huh, and here Ryan was thinking that calling Brendon beautiful was too gay…
“Ryan, no, why- why are you stopping!” Brendon squirmed around, and felt annoyed at the sudden stop. “Oh,- right sorry, sorry.” Ryan said before he brought Brendon's legs down from where they rested on his shoulder and held them against his waist. The angle provided a new view for Ryan and a new feel for Brendon as Ryan had started to move once more.
“Bren, fuck, I'm close…” Ryan gasped as he tried to keep his rhythm but he knew he wasn't going to last long anymore. He let go of one of Brendon's legs and brought his free hand to Brendon's clit and started rubbing him to match his thrusts which was quick to send Brendon over the edge, “Ry,- I'm gonna-” Brendon barely warned, his pussy gushing all over Ryan's dick, his legs shaking and Ryan following closely behind and he was swift to lean down and kiss Brendon hard on the lips to silence his own sounds.
“Ugh!- fuuccck…” Brendon moaned into the kiss at the sensation of being filled with warmth, feeling every twitch and pulse as Ryan continued to pump his cum into Brendon. Ryan's body shudders hard from the impact of the mindblowing release he's had in what seemed like forever.
It felt good to feel- wait, feel?
“Oh, fuck, sorry- sorry I forgot about a candom- sorrysorry.” Ryan panicked and went to pull out but Brendon stopped him by pulling Ryan closer into a hug, “No- stay…stay, please? Just- just a little bit longer?” Brendon said but was more like asking Ryan to stay, and who was Ryan to say no?
“Yeah, yeah sure! I'll stay…” He nodded a little bit too quickly. Wrapping his arms around Brendon's waist and moving them into a more comfortable position but kept sure he stayed nestled inside as Brendon had requested.
And they stayed there for a while, Ryan holding Brendon as close as humanly possible, his guitar calluses fingers scratching at his scalp gently to soothe Brendon into sleep as he whispered words for admiration to Brendon for doing so well, how pretty he looked and even thanking him, why? Ryan didn't know, he just felt like he had to thank him.
“We are totally doing this again, right?” Brendon asked sleepily, barely hanging onto consciousness,
Again?
“...Yeah, definitely.” Ryan whispered, he resisted on taking Brendon there again, just out of excitement and and to show he was really fucking thankful for more than one chance. Ryan wanted to open a window and yell, “My wet dreams just came true!” Or something stupid.
Brendon Urie is awesomely beautiful.