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I'm Just Passing The Time

~RYAN'S POV~

Ryan blinked slowly as he watched Brendon work, opening the bottle of lube, drizzling some onto his fingers. His breath hitched when Brendon's hand moved down, tracing small circles along Ryan's entrance before his finger pushed in. He gasped in through his nose, staring down at Brendon. He didn't move at all, no pushing back against Brendon's finger or anything. He just let him do everything.

Brendon slowly added in more fingers, going up to three, and now Ryan couldn't help but squirm and writhe above him, just needing Brendon. Not his fingers, no, he needed him. Thankfully, it was only a small while before Brendon's fingers were gone. Ryan was a little upset at the emptiness, but he knew he'd be full again soon enough. He went back to watching Brendon (he had closed his eyes at some point in there without even realizing), seeing him tear open the condom package and pulling it out. He watched as Brendon rolled the condom on at an agonizingly slow pace, and Ryan whimpered. He could see the smirk spread across Brendon's face and Ryan huffed, waiting. He saw Brendon apply a little bit of lube to himself before positioning his length at Ryan's entrance.

"Ready?" Brendon asked, quietly.

"Yes, Bren, just, please." Ryan breathed out, impatient. He whimpered and tilted his head back slightly as he felt Brendon start to push in. He couldn't keep eye contact now as his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip, trying to relax. He could feel Brendon grow still for a second and his eyes fluttered open, but closed again right away as Brendon kept pushing in, farther and farther until he was up to the hilt inside of Ryan. Ryan's eyes did open as he felt his leg being moved, and now his leg was up on Brendon's shoulder. He didn't have a problem with this. Brendon glanced upwards, and Ryan's expression was soft now, hoping Brendon would understand he could start moving. Apparently he did, because then Brendon was softly thrusting in and out and Ryan made the smallest sounds in response.

It didn't take long before Brendon was going harder, faster, and Ryan was arching his back off the bed, one hand pumping his length, his mouth open, a string of moans, whimpers, gasps, groans, anything- leaving his lips. He nearly screamed when Brendon hit his prostate, and Ryan noticed Brendon could tell he just hit there because he picked up the pace even more, hitting that spot over and over. He listened, past his own moans and the sound of skin hitting skin, for Brendon's sounds. He could hear them- grunting noises with moans here and there, not loud but not quiet either. Ryan could tell Brendon was getting close when his soft moans started to actually get loud, and Ryan managed to choke out a few words himself, letting Brendon know.

"F-fuck- Brendon, I'm- I'm gonna- soon-" He could see Brendon nod slightly.

"M- me too."

Suddenly, the boy above him was going unbelievably hard and fast and then Ryan hit his climax, an explosion of white behind his eyelids, his entire body shaking as he clenched around Brendon and he couldn't even moan now, his mouth just open with no sound coming out, the pleasure was too much. He felt Brendon push in as deep as he could go, and then he heard his moans too, signalling that he was done as well.

He fell limp, tired and he was actually sweating, his own come on his chest, but he was too lazy to care. He groaned as Brendon pulled out, his eyes opening, despite the heaviness of his eyelids. He watched as Brendon pulled the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the small trashcan he kept in his room. He then got a tissue from the tissue box he kept on the nightstand, cleaning Ryan up. He threw the tissue in the trashcan as well.

He closed his eyes again and felt as Brendon laid back down, wrapping an arm around Ryan's body, nearly laying on top of him. He could also feel Brendon move his arm almost immediately after draping it across Ryan, and he shivered slightly at the feeling of Brendon's finger lightly tracing along the shape of Ryan's ribs. His breathing was slowing down, and he really just wanted to sleep. He had started to drift off, but then Brendon said three words, quietly, tiredly.

"I love you," he whispered.

Ryan was silent for a few moments. Then he responded. "I love you too."

They both drifted off, close and comfortable.