Is there Somewhere? - Ryden

11

"Ugh fuck, Ry." Brendon moans.

The room was filled with loud moans, and hot breath. It hadn't taken long for the two of them to start making out. Actually, it took maybe thirty seconds. And now Ryan's lips were on Brendon's throat, his fingers were tugging at Brendon's hair, and his crotch was pushing against Brendon's. His teeth sink down into Brendon's neck, making him groan again. "R-Ryan..." His eyes flutter shut at the pleasure running through his body. The entire moment feels like heaven, and fuck, if this was heaven, then Ryan Ross was a fucking god.

Ryan pulls back, a small smirk on his lips. He steps back completely, leaving Brendon to whine at the sudden loss. Ryan chuckles softly to himself. "You're adorable." He says with a half smile. Brendon rolls his eyes. He's about to comeback with a witty remark but then Ryan's hands fall to Brendon's shirt and grabs it. He pulls his shirt off in one swift movement, then his hands move to Brendon's shorts, quickly unbuttoning them. "I want it to be about you tonight...." He all but whispers, slowly dropping to his knees as he tugs Brendon's shorts down.

Brendon could have sworn he was in heaven earlier, but this, seeing Ryan on his knees for him, this was heaven. Brendon knows he's hard. Rock hard actually. And the way Ryan's smirking at the tent in his boxers let's Brendon know that he is fully aware of that too.

Ryan's fingers tuck under the elastic of Brendon's boxers, slowly, fuck, agonizingly slowly tugging them down to Brendon's ankles. "Fuck bren, you're already leaking." He moans, voice low and rough from pure lust.

"Can you blame m--" he's cut off by the feeling of Ryan's hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He feels himself choke on his own breath, the feeling of Ryan's hand enough to make him come undone right then and there.

And suddenly, Ryan's looking up at him with big brown eyes as his tongue slides up the length of Brendon's cock. Brendon moans, eyelids fluttering softly, but he refuses to close them. His eyes are glued to Ryan's, and fuck, they're mesmerizing. Ryan's lips move to wrap around Brendon's dick, tongue flicking at his bell end. Brendon let's out a soft groan, his hand falling to grab at the back of Ryan's hair, but he doesn't push him down. He's not a complete asshole.

Ryan's eyes flutter shut, and he moans around Brendon's dick, making the entire thing vibrate against his tongue which is pressed firmly against the underside of Brendon. "Fuck Ryan..." He groans, eyes falling closed. Brendon let's his head fall back as Ryan's lips slowly make their way up and down his cock in smooth rhythmic movements.

Brendon has never gotten a blowjob before. He was a bottom in every situation he had ever been in. He was the one who have blowjobs. He was the one who got ignored during foreplay. The most he ever got was a finger inside of him to loosen his ass up, and that wasn't exactly pleasurable but this? This was everything he ever wanted in life, and as Ryan took him to the hilt, he realized why guys liked this so fucking much.

His lips parted and he let out a loud moan. Ryan stilled his movements, letting Brendon stay in the back of his throat. When Brendon opened his eyes he was met by a pair of amber hues sparkling up at him. Ryan was tearing up, most likely about to gag, but he stayed where he was, determined to get Brendon off.

Finally he moved, his rhythmic head bobs becoming faster now. Brendon could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. He was almost there now. His balls tightened and he let out a loud grunt. Ryan pulled off of him quickly, holding onto Brendon's length and letting the tip press against his lips. "Ry, I'm gonna.."

"I know." He whimpered, kissing Brendon's tip gently. "I want you to cum on me baby. Cum on my face." And with those words Brendon shot his load. Once on Ryan's lips, then another on his cheek, and then one, right over his left eye.

Ryan smirked gently and moved to stand up, his tongue licking his lips clean of the cum that stained them. Ryan's face was covered, but he didn't seem to care. He wore it like a badge of honor and fuck, that was the hottest thing ever. Bren remembered letting Kevin do that to him, but he had never been at this end of it all. It was too much. If he had another load to blow he would have blown it at the pure sight of Ryan like this.

"I'm gonna go wash up. You should lay down. Make yourself at home." Ryan smiled, before turning around and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Brendon was in awe. His dick was limp and his face was wet with sweat. He was left like that. Alone to wonder, what in the fuck had just happened to him.