ok u literally wrote 2 sentences atm and i'm already uncomfortable i hate writing anything v sexual. i'll read that shit 10/10 but i can't write it makes me cringe
a less than innocent moan escaped ryans lips as he began to lightly roll his hips on top of brendon. the older of the two almost doing the same but he held back. ryan held tighter to brendon's neck when he felt brendon's fingers press deeper into the back of his thighs. pulling himself closer to brendon. brendon's hands slowly traveled to ryans lower back, itching to get his fingerprints onto his boyfriend's soft skin. a soft gasp slipped past ryans lips momentarily, "may i?" brendon asked quietly into ryans still open mouth. ryan nodded breathlessly. painfully slow, brendon began to lift ryans borrowed shirt. his movement stopped.
ryan groaned when he heard his phone ring on the table behind him, brendon laughed lightly at his boyfriends exasperation. "who is it?" brendon asked as he kept ryan stable while he leaned back to pick up his phone. "my dad..." ryan paused, contemplating his options.
if he answers he'll get told to come home, if he doesn't answer he'll probably get much worse once he does go home. he could always run away. ryan shook that idea out of his head and answered the phone call. "hello?" he asked nervously.
immediately his father started yelling, so loud that even brendon could hear. "where are you?" he growled leaving ryan almost shaking already. brendon grew worried by the way ryan looked on top of him. he had a frown playing on his lips with confused glass eyes.
"i'm just with a friend." ryan spoke slowly shrinking into a scared boy. "getting fucked by those faggot friends of yours?" the harsh tone in his voice made ryan flinch. the word irked him, "no dad, just a friend." tears pricked his eyes as he climbed off of brendon. he walked around the couch to try and get privacy. although it was quite useless when brendon cautiously followed behind. ryan was surprised to feel brendon slip his hand into ryans, pulling him to the kitchen. he almost forgot that his dad was yelling at him through the phone. "i'll be in the living room." brendon whispered and pressed his lips to ryans softly. ryan nodded and watched the beautiful man walk away.
"are you even listening to me?!" ryan heard his father yell again bringing him back to earth. "yes dad-" "then what did i say?" his father asked, annoyed and his sons silence. ryans silence giving his father the answer. "you never fucking listen, i am your father you will listen to me when i speak!" ryan rolled his now watering eyes.
"i'm sorry." ryan said turning around and hugging his free arm around his waist. "you should be." his father spit and sighed angrily. "me and your mother are leaving for a few days, i'm locking the doors i hope you have your key." then he hung up.
ryan stood in the kitchen, hot tears streaming down his face in frustration. he held his breath and tried not to shake. brendon saw from the living room, giving him a moment. his heart breaking in the process.
