The Naked Truth [Ryden]

Eight: Brendon's Important Questions

"What's the best orgasm you've ever had?"

Ryan almost spat out his tea, even though the question was so Brendon, he'd be the first to endorse it if it were to become a product.

He'd taken off his pants, opting to sit on the couch with his legs in Brendon's lap, in just a t-shirt and his briefs. Brendon was having too much fun with Ryan's legs, touching and stroking and just generally unable to keep his hands off of them. Ryan didn't seem to mind, though, meeting his eyes every so often and smiling...until now.

"I could tell you mine." Brendon grinned, and Ryan didn't even bother to protest; he knew he was going to be told. "In fact, I will." Point proven. "Actually, I have two." He was all serious when he spoke, and Ryan hid behind his mug, eyes peeking out over the rim, his face getting only redder and redder. "One was the last time I had sex with Spencer -"

"Please don't give me the gory details." Ryan protested, lowering his mug - but only slightly.

Brendon's eyebrows rose, as if the act itself was suited for a Shakespearean play. "Oh honey, you're gonna get the gory details." He lifted Ryan's left leg and pressed his lips against his calf before continuing. "We'd had a fight about something, I don't remember what, and then we were fucking, and it was so good, and it was just hard and fast and rough and I bottomed of course -"

"What do you mean, of course?" Ryan's eyebrows drew together, and his mug ended up in his lap.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not really. I thought you would've...y'know..."

"Because I'm so charming?" He grinned, and Ryan prodded his stomach with his toes.

"No, because you're an arrogant little shit."

Brendon laughed. "Okay, what about Gee?" Ryan made a face of disgust. "Do you think he bottoms?"

The elder shrugged, deliberating. "Um...maybe? Yeah?"

He scoffed. "Oh honey, trust me, Gee is a very good top." He paused. "And we're getting off-topic! That's your fault, Ross." He lightly smacked Ryan's shin, getting an 'ow!' and a glare in response. "Right. Spencer. Yes. I swear I never came so hard in my life..." He trailed off, staring wistfully into the distance, before snapping out of it. "And the second time was that one time I fucked myself with a vibrator."

Ryan groaned, screwing his eyes shut. "What? No! Fuck off!"

Brendon was laughing, and he took the mug from Ryan's hands, setting it on the coffee table. "It's not that gross, not really."

"Yes it is, it's..." He trailed off as he realised just how close Brendon's face had gotten to his. He didn't pull back, nor did he blink, almost challenging the younger man.

And then he was kissing him, lips so questionably soft (like his hands - what moisturiser did he use, god damn?!), and Ryan, in a moment of weakness - or that was what he'd tell himself later - let him. He sank into it, his hand on Brendon's face, as the pornstar's hand drifted up his thigh.

"You're practically wearing a thong, Ryan Ross." He murmured, pulling away.

"It's not a thong." Ryan protested, but it was useless.

"It is."

"It is not."

"It almost is."

"It's not!"

"There's so little material on it -"

Ryan just grumbled and pulled Brendon's mouth back to his. The younger smiled into the kiss, obviously enjoying the fact that Ryan was willing to kiss him, because then it meant that it would happen again and again, and Brendon liked kissing Ryan more than he'd care to admit. The pornstar's hand ended up cupping Ryan's ass, slipped beneath the briefs, and he pushed against the model, mouths hot against each other's and tongues colliding messily.