Worse Than Nicotine

i taste you on my lips and i can't get rid of you (4)

(A/N the titles of the chapters were supposed to be each line in the song but I had to skip like two lines bc they didn't really match this chapter but this line did and also this chapter was not written by me, it was written by my co-writer, Rayne, @imissyourskin on ig so go follow her also go read her stories at rydenshipper100)

Ryan froze for a second, because this was all he had been thinking about for the past 8 years and fuck, it was finally happening. 

 He began to kiss Brendon back roughly, grabbing the sides of his face to pull him even closer. Ryan could feel the knot that had been in his chest for the past 8 years finally unravel. He felt free and he wanted nothing more than to get closer to Brendon. He needed to get closer. He pulled himself free from Brendon's grasp and whispered,

"Bedroom." and Brendon looked at him with a dazed expression and nodded. He grabbed Brendon's hand and Brendon took the lead and basically ran to the bedroom, letting go to pull off his shirt hurriedly. 

By the time they reached Brendon's bedroom, they were both panting and shirtless and Ryan took no time at all to press their lips back together. His hands were placed on Brendon's chest and he could feel his heartbeat and Ryan felt like he was at home. He pushed Brendon down on the bed and straddled his hips and began to kiss and suck on his neck.  

"God, your knee is digging into my thigh, Ryan, fucking move it," Brendon said angrily as Ryan continued to suck on his neck. He moved his knee and Brendon grasped his shoulders hard, nails digging in. 

He then grabbed Ryan's face to pull him back up to kiss him and he kissed as hard as he could trying not to leave any room for thoughts, like 'what the hell was he doing, this guy just killed my girlfriend.' Ryan was making a lot of little noises as he rubbed his hips against Brendon's so Brendon bit his lip to try to get him to shut up. Ryan just moaned louder.

"Oh my God, shut up, I can hardly hear myself think," Brendon complained. He was so angry right now, with Ryan, with himself. He wanted to punch something but he just gripped Ryan's hips and pulled him down harder instead.

Ryan frantically reached for the button of Brendon's pants, trying to work the complicated zipper quickly.

"Could you be any fucking slower?" Brendon spat at him so Ryan just ended up grabbing the sides and pulling them down, underwear and pants in one go. Ryan's hands were shaking, and Brendon guessed it was from the coke, go figure. Ryan removed his own pants before settling between Brendon's legs and placing his hands on his hips.

"Jesus christ, Ryan, your hands are freezing dont fuckin-," Brendon was cut off by Ryan's head bending down to take the tip of his cock into his mouth and pressing his tongue into the slit. Brendon felt like the air had been sucked out of him. Ryan pulled off and smirked at him.

"So that's how I can get you to shut up," Ryan said. Brendon just ignored Ryan's comment and settled his hand on the back of Ryan's head, trying to push him back down. Instead, Ryan grabbed his wrist, kissing it quickly before putting it back at Brendon's side. Brendon's heart fluttered.

"I'm setting the pace here," Ryan said in a low voice and Brendon thought that his cock couldn't get any harder. Ryan bent back down to take Brendon's cock back in his mouth this time sliding down farther and sucking harder. Brendon gasped and struggled to keep his hands by his sides. Ryan's mouth was just so hot and tight he wanted to buck his hips up into it but remained still, remembering Ryan's words.

Suddenly Ryan pulled off again and Brendon practically whined at the loss of warmth. Ryan reached his hand up placing two of his fingers in front of Brendon's mouth.