The Boys

Part 9

Brendon's P. O. V.

I woke up around eleven in the morning to find myself alone in our bed, I groggily got up and slid out of the bed, wrapping a small blanket around my naked body. I set out to find Ryan, wherever he was but it didn't take long. He was in the living room, naked of course, smoking something, the smell... Weed. I just stood there staring at his curves, I never noticed how beautiful his body was before. I walked close behind him but not touching him, "thanks for making breakfast," I whispered making him jump, "shit Bren!" He yelled, making me smile, "why did you do that? You really scared me." Slamming the joint in the ash tray. Feeling guilty, I wrapped my arms around him, his back to my chest, and kissed his neck. "Are you gonna share, George?" He turned around still close and looked at me with annoyance, "you know I hate that," he said looking in my eyes like he was trying to pierce my soul. I couldn't help but kiss him, and it's not like he rejected my kiss but encouraged it instead, wrapping his arms around me as well. Probably because he liked having sex stoned, I remember him telling me that at Disney but he rarely smokes unless he's stressed. Ryan broke our kiss by biting my bottom lip hard and pushing me on the couch just as hard before straddling me and kissing me again, pulling my hair. "Mmm, Ry." I moaned, grinding my exposed hips against his ass, he moaned and started to grind in return, "Bren, I want you to fuck me," he whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me right here on the couch." His kisses lead from my mouth to my cock and wasted no time trying to swallow it whole, "ahhh, Ry. I'm still a little sore." Ryan licked my now amazingly hard erection agonizingly slow while staring at me with puppy dog eyes, silently begging me to fuck him, "ah, okay," I whimpered just before he straddled me again. He wasted no time put me in himself, groaning at the stretch and wrapping his arms around me, getting his fingers tangled in my hair and leaned forward, his cheek to my ear. He kissed my earlobe and whimpered, "ready". I pushed myself deeper slowly, listening to Ryan whimper and bite my neck softly. My thrusts were slow but meaningful, I didn't wanna hurt him. I don't think he agreed or cared about how I felt because he started grinding on me hard, "harder Bren," I couldn't help but push a little harder and deeper when he said it like that. "Ah, come on Bren." He's taunting me now, "I know you're a lot rougher than that." I don't like being taunted, "Ry, brace yourself," he stiffened, "wha-" before he knew it, he was in the air, me still inside him which was very tricky. He wrapped his legs around me seconds before I slammed him against the wall, thrusting hard instantly, "Ah! Bren!" He practically screamed, digging his nails into my back. Hearing the way he said my name only made me want to slam him against the wall again, his moaning in my ear, his leg muscles flexed tight not breaking our moment, his hands pulling my hair while his arms held me just as tight as his legs so he wouldn't fall. My legs were getting tired, "mm, Ry." I tried to laugh, "you're wearing me out." He continued to moan loudly at my thrust, "let me ride you," he whispered. Why did he want to do all this?

Ryan's P. O. V.

I just wanted Brendon in me, I dunno why. "Let me ride you," I whispered. With that, Brendon exited me, slowly let me down and started to head to the bedroom, "Bren," I said stroking myself, "here, on the floor." he looked hesitant, almost confused but walked back to meet me, chest to chest. Without a word, he kissed me hard, invading my mouth with his tongue. I surrendered to his assault, grabbing his base, hoping he wasn't soft and he wasn't. Thank god. "Bren, please. Please let me ride you, I want to so bad." He grabbed my base tight, making me moan, "Shhhh." He hissed in my ear before sitting on the floor, letting me straddle him and have him enter me once more and start thrusting before I was ready. Taken by surprise, I screamed Brendon's name and fell forward while his assault continued. I wanted to stop him but it felt so good, "ah, ah. Brendon, easier please." I begged in his neck but he didn't stop, just held me down by digging his nails into my back while his painfully amazing attack went on. "You wanted me to be rough" he mocked, out of breath. His thrusts slowed down, knowing I wasn't ready to come at all, he stopped thrusting completely, grabbed my cock and started stroking fast, making me lean back against his raised knees. "Bren, ah." I guess I was ready to come because before I knew it I was grunting and grinding against Brendon, "ahh-ah fuck." Brendon smiled at my now red face, "your orgasm face is so sexy." he laughed. Why was that funny? "Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" I asked, he nodded and laughed at my response, "okay," I started grinding on Brendon, making him moan and buck, I bent over and licked him clean of my come but never swallowed it. Still grinding, I kissed Brendon, letting my come fall out of my mouth into his. To my surprise, he swallowed it, wrapping his lips around my tongue to finish it off, "you taste good Ry." Bren, don't get me hard again. Grinding harder, hearing bren moan wasn't helping. Without me realizing Brendon flipped me over until he was hovering me and still inside, instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist while he gave his all in thrusting. He always wore himself out to make me happy. I didn't want to get hard again but I guess Brendon found my G spot because within ten minutes I was digging my nails in his back, and pulling his hair again. "Ry, I'm close," Bren practically panted before, "Mmm, shit!" His thrust was hard and painful for a second then slow, then stopped completely. Breathing heavily, he kissed me again, then collapsed on top of me again, he must've wore himself out and the fact he hadn't eaten probably didn't help. Rolling Bren off of me wasn't that hard because he's actually pretty light, but I had to get him out of me first. At first it felt like he was glued inside me but I finally got it, then I carried him to our bed, tucked him in, kissed his still pale pink cheek, and got dressed in my most emo clothes I could find. I had to take care of something.