((ay this chapter has smut in it. i'll *** where it starts and ends. btw Ioserr wrote mainly everything in this. whOOps. ily, Ryan!! thanks!!))
RYAN'S POV
When we got to the stores, the girls tried on their skirts, and giggled along. Brendon complimented them, and we went to our manly stores for a bit to get some t-shirts.
We went to the men's section in American Eagle with Max, Alex and Jack, just for a few plain t-shirts and some shorts because skinny jeans aren't the coolest option for summer, or any year really.
But Brendon wanted to try on a few of the skirts, as he thought a lot of them were cute. So we went back over to the store the girls were at. Victoria's Secret. I let Brendon roam around the store, while I stayed outside, watching kids play on the little rides they had. It was amusing to see how happy a kid is while being inside an ice cream truck, when in real life if you were in an ice cream truck, you were being kidnapped by the person, or you skipped college...
Or you just really wanted free ice cream. I zone back into reality, out of my daze, and realise my phone had vibrated in my pocket.
bren 🎀: ry can u tell me if something looks good,,,,?
ryro ❕: uh sure
I'm sneaking past the cashiers, and women shopping because last time I came in here, I was called a pervert, and I don't have the tolerance for that right now. I see Sarah and Breezy talking away, and smiling their mouths off to the point where it's just teeth.
"Breezy, Sarah..." I whisper, hiding between a rack of panties, and corsets.
"Ryan? Where are you?" Sarah looks around and I stick my hand out, to point back at me.
"Can you tell me where the dressing room is?" My head pokes out from above the two racks, making sure nobody hears my voice.
"Aww is Ryan wanting to wear some panties?" Breezy teases, and my cheeks turn red from embarrassment.
"Can you just shut up, and tell me where the dressing room is?" Sadly, I came off a little meaner than I wanted to. They both roll their eyes and point to the back of the store, and I see the small sign that says dressing rooms. "Thanks." And I start walking to my destination~
Avoiding the ones who would immediately call me a pervert is hard, as the line is extremely long and trailing around the store.
I feel bad for taking long, but I dash through the line, after pulling my hair down to make it seem longer.
When I get there, only one of the dressing rooms is closed. "Psst...Bren?"
The door opens slowly. Brendons head is shyly peaking from the door. "Come in...I can't exact walk out in this."
The dressing room is pretty flashy, and attention grabbing but I'm paying more attention to what's in front of me. Brendon is standing in a red pair of lingerie, that perfectly shows his ass. "What do you think?" He's blushing heavily.
"You're hot...Like...very...very....hot." I'm at a loss for words to be honest, I'd compliment him with something more detailed, but I can't.
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What I do though, is pull Brendon close. He is smiling now, and his red face is going back to the pale tone it is. Our lips connect, and I'm immediately trying to get my tongue in. He teases me by denying me, but soon sneaks his way in which is even better. I quietly moan into his mouth, remembering that we were in public.
He's already trying to get my pants down. I break away from the kiss, and look down to see him pulling down my pants, revealing the boner that I had this whole time.
Brendon's hand is already pumping my cock, and he's kissing down my collarbone and chest, making his way down. I'm leaning against the dressing room door, trying not to moan too loud, and also trying not to break the door from how much pressure I was putting against it.
"Fuck Brendon..." I whisper.
He stops and smirks. "Your turn?" He asks quietly. I nod, and Brendon leans against the wall, his ass still perfectly brought out by his panties.
I'm pulling them down gently, so I don't rip the fabric. I want him to keep these...for research.
"Ready?" I ask. He sticks his thumb up, being the awkward person he is when it comes to sex. I slip a finger in, and he jumps a bit. "Tell me if this hurts at all Bren..."
He nods, trying to stay silent by biting his lips. Two more fingers, and he moans a little louder than I expected, and we're both looking the direction that everyone would be in. We both sigh in relief. It's awkward because I'm sitting here with three fingers in Brendon's ass.
I pull my fingers out slowly, and lick my fingers. Brendon laughs, because I did it just to tease him. "Against the wall, or on the floor?"
"Your choice Bren."
Brendon leans against the wall, arching his back as much as possible, so I can make sure to actually fuck him, instead of just rubbing my cock against him. "Once again, tell me if it hurts babe...I don't want to hurt you."
I go in slowly, and he squeals a bit. "Faster." He whispers.
"Already?"
He nods against the wall, and I go faster, and he lets out the quietest and most adorable moans ever.
Brendons back is arching more, and he's starting to get louder. "Shhh...." I say, and he listens, his moans getting quiet again. Both of us are sweating, not only from the sex session, but also from the stores heat.
"Brendon...I'm gonna..." I can't finish my sentence, because I'm moaning loud enough to get busted.
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We clean up our mess with napkins that were left in the dressing room, get our clothes on, and Brendon and I go separate ways so he can give the girls the small pair of panties. "Lily, the music in the store is connected to your phone! Stop playing porn!" One cashier yells, and I hear a 'but I'm not even....'
Brendon comes back over to me, and we're walking out of the store, cracking up.
((a/n: actually this is all written by Ioserr oops. last chapter is #70 ((: hate me ik. there will be a squeal later on. love me. ))
