"Ryan?"
"Huh, what?" Ryan jerked his head to look at the interviewer. He didn't realize he was staring at his boyfriend, Brendon, while the interviewer was chatting away.
"I said when did you realize your band was a big deal?"
"Oh, uh, after our first album release. We've had a bunch of kids come up to us and tell us that our music is inspiring and amazing."
"Awesome. So Spencer, you're the drummer correct?—" Ryan didn't hear any more after that. He resorted to gazing at his boyfriend again. Ryan loved looking at all of Brendon's features. His slightly parted lips, eyes that would make you melt if you looked into them, his perfectly sculpted jawline that looked like it could cut you if you were to touch it.
Fuck.
Ryan bit his lip, still looking at Brendon, who didn't notice. He crossed his legs, looked down, and sighed just loud enough for Brendon to hear. Brendon's attention was now fixated on Ryan, and he immediately knew. Brendon lightly bit his lip and grinned, scooting his chair close to Ryan slowly enough so that no one else would notice.
Once he got close enough, he placed his hand on Ryan's thigh and squeezed it gently. Ryan could feel his heart pounding faster and faster in his chest and it echoed throughout his entire body. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit his index finger. Brendon then slowly moved his hand up and down the length of Ryan's thigh which caused Ryan's breathing to become heavier. He felt a hard churning in his stomach and all he wanted to do was leave the interview.
Brendon then inched his hand up into Ryan's belt notch and tugged on it. Ryan knew Brendon liked teasing him to the point where it felt like torture. But it only got worse from there. Brendon quietly unbuckled Ryan's belt and unbuttoned his pants. He then snaked his hand up Ryan's stomach and then down into his pants. He gingerly pressed his fingers on Ryan's dick and Ryan bit his lip and let out a moan. Jon, Spencer, and the interviewer looked over at him and Ryan followed it up with a cough.
"Sorry, go on." Jon and the interviewer went back to talking, but Spencer looked at Ryan and Brendon for another second, feeling skeptical. He then turned his head to resume the interview. But neither Ryan nor Brendon were paying attention to the interview anymore. Brendon continued to wrap his hand around Ryan's length and started pumping him periodically. Ryan dug his teeth into his lips trying his hardest not to moan. Brendon swiped his thumb over Ryan's slit and was not surprised to notice that Ryan was leaking.
Brendon smiled at that and started pumping Ryan a bit faster now. This caught Ryan off guard and he jerked and hit his knee on the table. The others looked over at them and Ryan could feel himself sweating down his neck. "Sorry I had a little spasm it happens sometimes. Anyways, continue." Jon and Spencer knew he was lying, but they continued on with the interview anyway. Ryan shot a glare at Brendon telling him to be a bit more clandestine, but Brendon just smirked and grabbed Ryan tighter. Ryan threw his back and forced himself not to moan outright. He took deep breaths to keep himself calm. He knew he couldn't stop Brendon, but he didn't want to try anyway. Ryan ran his fingers through his hair as Brendon kept pumping him, now without stopping.
He whispered "Bren, I— I, I'm close."
"Good," was Brendon's only reply. Ryan moaned softly, just loud enough for Brendon to hear it.
"So Ryan, what can we expect from this new album?" Ryan flickered his eyes between the interviewer and Brendon. Brendon still wouldn't stop what he doing to Ryan. Ryan bit the inside of his cheek. "Well it's called Pretty. Odd. because—." Before Ryan could finish, he jerked his hips forward and cleared his throat as he felt Brendon stroke his dick softly. "Because, uh, w—well, I think it really describes the sound of the album, odd." Brendon smiled and nodded in agreement, he then flashed a wink at Ryan.
"Ryan, you ok," the interviewer asked. "He probably is just tired," Spencer said, flashing Ryan a look. "Yeah I— I'm just a bit tired is all." "Okay," said the interviewer, not sounding fully convinced. "So Brendon, where do you see yourself in the next few years?" Brendon fixed his gaze onto the interviewer while still pumping Ryan. "Y'know I can't say for sure but I hope to still be making music, it's what I love." Ryan could feel his climax within seconds reach and he fidgeted in his seat and balled his hand into a fist. Brendon could feel Ryan shaking among his touch. He beamed and continued jerking off Ryan while gradually picking up speed. Ryan felt his orgasm tear through him starting from his chest, and down to his stomach. He let out a squeak and loud cough as he came all over the inside of his pants and on Brendon's hand. Everyone in the room looked at him.
"Excuse me," Ryan said with shaky breath. Spencer and Jon looked at each other and rolled their eyes. The interviewer was uncomfortable at this point.
"I love you," Brendon whispered to Ryan. All Ryan wanted to do was kiss him. Ryan bit his lip, "I love you too," he replied. He couldn't wait to get home from the interview and make Brendon pay.
Why can't I write as good as the girl (or guy, not assuming genders) who wrote throam? That book saved my life.
~ Ash
7/6/17
