FEVERISH [RYDEN] [REPOST]

CONDOMS AND CONTRACTS

"Good morning."

Brendon rolled over, a sleepy smile on his face, pulling the white sheets with him as he turned. He greeted Ryan with a kiss, slow with quite a bit of tongue, lingering and heavy in the morning warmth.

Ryan held his face, obliging, about to pull away when Brendon latched his bare legs around Ryan's waist.

"Well, hello there."

Brendon giggled softly, meeting his lips again, grinding down for a moment. He let out a soft whimper against Ryan's lips, causing Ryan to laugh.

"I'm sorry," Brendon whined, sticking his bottom lip out. "I always get horny in the mornings."

Ryan bit his lip at that, taking Brendon in with an eyebrow raised. He was half laughing, half aroused, Brendon's disposition bringing a smile to his face.

Would Ryan, a year ago, expect this? That in a year, he'd have a radio hit and a gorgeous, toned boy nude on his stomach, the boy's legs locked around him, practically begging to be fucked?

God, the more Ryan tried to make the moment meaningful the more aroused he got, because the more he looked at Brendon he got more reckless, more turned on, harder.

"I can jerk you off, if you want."

Ryan knew what he wanted. Wanted to make him say it, make him murmur it against his lips, wanted to make him needy and wrecked and desperate before they got up and went to meetings with the label and went on with their day.

Brendon, his eyes big, glancing at Ryan, looked down almost hopelessly and shook his head.

"What do you want, then, spit it out."

Ryan was saying it jokingly, causing Brendon to roll his eyes.

"I wanna- I want you to fuck me. Please?"

Ryan let out a smile, grabbing Brendon's hips and rolling up into him, causing Brendon to moan at the mere contact. Now that they had done it once, Ryan was back up to speed. He knew how to do it, there wasn't fear, now he knew what he wanted.

And he wanted Brendon to scream.

"Imma tell you what to do, okay?"

Before Brendon could respond, Ryan had pushed him back onto the bed, his hand trapping Brendon's two wrists, instantly pliant, above Brendon's head.

There was something ridiculously sexy about Ryan- Ryan taking control like that. It made Brendon ache in ways he hadn't before- made him think things he hadn't before.

Ryan was two fingers deep when Brendon moaned again, loud and uncontrollable and fuck, his ass was still sore from last night but it felt so much better with something there again.

"Mmmm, you ready?"

Brendon let out a soft noise, a half whimper, half moan.

"I said, are you ready?"

Brendon nodded, almost frantically, staring as Ryan pulled his fingers out and rolled on a condom.

He let go of Brendon's wrists.

"Ride me."

"What?"

"I told you, ride me."

"Oh-okay."

Brendon crawled over to Ryan, Ryan situating himself on his back. Brendon had taken just the tip down, slowly, when Ryan suddenly stopped him.

"Wha-what?"