A Second Chance?

Chapter 12

Ryan swiftly unlocked the hotel room door, and tugged Brendon in by the hand. The bell hop followed in behind them, carefully placing their luggage by the closet doors. Brendon dug in his pocket, offering the man a tip, who nodded politely, said 'merci beau coup', and exited the room quickly.

Ryan then pulled Brendon over to the window, where there was a glass door leading to the balcony. They opened it, stepping outside, and took in the grand view of the Eiffel Tower that their lodging offered.

"Wow," Ryan whispered in awe. He turned to Brendon, beaming. Brendon stepped forward, pulling Ryan close, and kissed him sweetly. "Happy honeymoon, baby."

Ryan rested his forehead against Brendon's, and closed his eyes. It was nearly too much for Ryan to take in. "I almost can't believe this is real," he said. "This is a dream come true. A Paris honeymoon with the most wonderful husband I could ever have."

Brendon cupped Ryan's cheek. "I love you. So much. We deserve this, Ry. We both waited long enough." Brendon then pulled Ryan back into the room. He shut the balcony door, and drew the drapes back across the windows. He walked over and chained and dead bolted the door. Then he pinned Ryan with the most smoldering, seductive look Ryan had ever seen. Then in two long strides, he was on Ryan, kissing him as if his life depended on it.

Ryan responded immediately, sinking his hands into Brendon's hair. He would never get over how amazing something as simple as kissing felt with Brendon, much less where things were headed next.

Brendon broke the kiss and feverishly began to unbutton Ryan's shirt. Once he'd gotten it undone and pushed off, he grasped Ryan back against him and began kissing down his jaw to his neck, running his tongue lightly over Ryan's pulse point. Ryan moaned, "Brendon...fuck...."

  "I can't believe," Brendon said panting, "that you're really mine." He kissed up to Ryan's ear, gently tugging on the lobe with his teeth. "You're so fucking beautiful."

  Ryan moaned again, grasping Brendon's shoulders tightly. "I am yours, baby, forever," he said breathily. "Let's get us both out of these clothes."

   Ryan separated from Brendon, and just as feverishly as his husband, unbuttoned and removed Brendon's shirt. They made short work of each other's pants and boxers as well, and stripped their socks. Like a magnetic force, they clung back together in a tight embrace to feel each other's skin, and began to make out once again.

   "Ry," Brendon whispered to his ear, "I want to be inside you."

  Ryan groaned. "Yes baby...want you." He tilted his head and kissed Brendon hotly.

  After a moment, Brendon pulled back and looked Ryan right in the eye. "Ry...I want you to ride me. I want to hold you tight and look right into your eyes."

  Ryan thought he might come from that image alone. "God yes, Bren," he choked out. Then he stepped close and nipped at his husband's neck. "But first, finger me open, nice and slow. I'll be begging you for it."

  Brendon whimpered. "Fuck yes. Lie back, gorgeous."

  Ryan climbed onto the bed while Brendon got into their carry-on and brought over the bottle of lube. Ryan was already lying on the bed, waiting for his husband once he got there. Brendon could see how hard he was already, leaking against his own belly.

  Without any warning, Brendon leaned down and gently grasped Ryan's hard cock. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up his husband's pre-come. Ryan always tasted so fucking good to him.

"Oh shit, Brendon," Ryan gasped. Brendon was a pro at turning him on. "I can't take too much - I'll come."

Brendon laid down between Ryan's legs and leaned over him, brushing noses. "Baby, we're both going to be coming a lot over the next few days," he said with an evil grin. Ryan laughed, remembering the shy virgin he'd taken all those months ago. Oh, how times had changed...

Brendon grabbed the lube he'd laid on the bedside table and tossed it near Ryan's feet. Then he took his time kissing a path down Ryan's body, slowing things down a bit. He finally kissed both inner thighs gently before he thoroughly lubed three fingers, and eased the first inside.

  Brendon moved back up Ryan's body while he worked the first finger in and out, and kissed his husband slowly. Ryan's face was displaying pleasure, and he moaned softly. Brendon couldn't get over how much Ryan turned him on. It had only grown from that first night they'd made love.

   Once he was gliding the first finger in and out easily,  Brendon added the second. Ryan's breathing hitched for a moment, then he hummed out a content noise. "Bren," he breathed, "...feels so good."

  Brendon smiled and brushed noses with Ryan. "Good, baby. I wanna make you feel so good. Wanna take care of you always."

  Ryan looked up at him with a lazy smile and half-lidded eyes. Cupping Brendon's cheek with his palm, he said, "You always do, love. I love you."

   Brendon smiled down at him and leaned in to kiss Ryan once again. As they were kissing, Brendon pressed his fingers in deep and and bent the tips, looking for the spot to bring his husband so much pleasure. He felt his fingertips connect with the firm bud, and Ryan broke the kiss, clutching Brendon's shoulders tight and crying out.

  "That's it, lover. Let me hear you," Brendon breathed. It was so hot, he could barely stand it. He scissored his fingers a couple of times, then pulled back a bit and added the third. As much as he wanted to make Ryan a shivering, begging mess, he wanted to be inside him, too.

  Brendon scissored his fingers a few more times, and then began short, repeated bursts of rubbing over Ryan's prostate. That was guaranteed to get things moving.

  "Bren," Ryan whined, "take me now. Please baby, let me ride you." Ryan sounded desperate.

   "Shhh, baby," Brendon soothed him. He gently removed his fingers and almost instantly, Ryan sat up, clutching Brendon to him tightly, and kissing him hard. Then Ryan moved to sit on his knees while Brendon got into place, putting a pillow behind his back and leaning back against the headboard. Ryan swiftly moved over and straddled Brendon's lap, while Brendon held the base of his own cock. Ryan moved so the head was right against his entrance, then sunk down onto Brendon, achingly slowly.

   Ryan rested his forehead against Brendon and clutched his shoulders, breathing deeply. He then kissed Brendon sweetly for a long moment, and said shakily  "I love you so much, Bren."

  Brendon wrapped his arms tightly around Ryan and rubbed his back gently as he nosed at his ear. "I love you too, Ry. You feel incredible. I can't believe we're here." That statement brought Ryan back to their first time again, when Brendon had said the same thing.

   Brendon leaned in to kiss Ryan, and gently bucked his hips up. Ryan moaned into the kiss as he began to work his hips on his husband. They built a slow rhythm in time with one another, staring intently into each other's eyes.

They held each other as tightly as they could, yet still work their hips together. Brendon shifted and tilted his hips, looking for the right angle to drive into Ryan's prostate. After a short while, he knew he'd connected when Ryan froze up and cried out.

"Brendon...God. Feels so good...Nghn."

Brendon hummed, pleased at giving pleasure to his husband's body. "Mmmm, baby. I love to make you feel good." He reached down and grasped Ryan's cock, starting to stroke him slowly.

Ryan whined in satisfaction. "Oh fuck, baby..." He began moving faster in Brendon's lap. Brendon groaned and bucked his hips harder, starting to lose his rhythm as he approached his peak.

"Ry," Brendon panted, "I'm getting close, baby."

"Me too, Bren," Ryan returned. Brendon stroked Ryan faster, and rubbed his thumb over the head. Suddenly, Ryan was unbearably tight around Brendon, and he buried his head in Brendon's shoulder as he came between their bodies.

Brendon thrust twice more, and then came deep inside his husband's body with a long groan. They rode out the aftershocks together, kissing relentlessly, until it slowed down to lazy, glowy pecks.

Brendon nuzzled into Ryan's neck, and breathed in that definitive scent that was just Ryan. "God, baby...you're amazing."

Ryan smiled lovingly at his husband. "Wrong, babe...we're amazing together." He leaned in and they continued to kiss, content to be right where they were for the moment.