Title: Another Ryden Tale
Authors: OtherCrazyThing & panicfanatic92
Rating: R I guess. >.<
POV: 1st, Brendon's
Pairing: Brendon\Ryan
Summary: Ryan refused to let me stick my tongue down his throat on stage in front of all those people. По-русски: ни о чём. Как Брендон трахнул Райана. Во сюжет! (с) Лол.
Disclaimer: never happened, never will.
Author Notes: ой, блин, теперь уж лучше на русском. Ибо да - это моё первое творение на английском (это раз), и в соавтортсве (это два) - so, если будете бить, то не сильно, okay? А то моя психика не выдержит,лол. Я, конечно же, вижу все ляпы и что фик маленький и... you know. Не смотря не на что, мы смело разместили это на LJ.
Короче, oh my God. Enjoy. lol.
читать дальшеI don't know where to start so I think I’ll just say it. We've just finished the show and I'm going to get a shower leaving the rest. I don't want to talk to Ryan at the moment because he refused to let me stick my tongue down his throat on stage in front of all those people. How dare he do that to me? Well ok, it's because of me and my carelessness in our relationship that got all these fanfics are written. But hey who cares?
Ryan catches me up in the corridor where I'm almost running towards bathrooms.
- Hey, maybe you can tell me why are you’re so pissed with me? - he asks trying to grab my sleeve and stops me from rushing away.
I shrug his hand off and turn around watching him eyes full of anger.
-You act as if you don't want me to touch you or kiss you or... as if I'm going to rape you right there on the stage. It's just ridiculous.
His eyes go wide and he doesn't know what to say cos I'm right.
-But...
-But what?
He still can't find words to excuse himself and I duck my head breaking eye contact. He doesn't know what to say - I grin and shake my head, then I turned my back and head towards the bathroom as Ryan dodges round me and gets in there first. That Arsehole!
***
Getting out of the shower Ryan grabs a towel and wraps it round his waist. As he crosses the corridor he spots Hobo in the distance. Ignoring her Ryan continues on to his room then suddenly Hobo runs by taking his towel with her! I’M GOING TO KILL THAT BLOODY DOG!!! That's the moment when I come in. GREAT! He’s standing here still wet and now naked as well and I can't help but smirk.
- Nice view.
I'm sure he rolls his eyes a little.
- Never seen before?
- Not so unexpectedly.
- Oh shut up and give me something to cover my nakedness.
- Ask nicely.
Muttering "fuck you" under his breath he turns and goes across the room looking for towel. But poor boy can't find even a tiny piece of cloth. I consider he's really going to do something cruel to a little cutie called Hobo.
- Any problems? - I ask not even trying to hide smugness so clearly evident in my voice. He keeps silent.
- It's your punishment for your untouchability on the stage, - I say in half-fake malice, - Now I can do to you whatever I want - such a nice possibility.
- I'm almost trembeling with fear, Brendon, - he says still not turn around to me and pretending he's busy with towel-searching.
- Oh really? Let me calm you down.
I press to his back and wrap my arms around his tiny wet waist.
- Better now?
- Get off. I believe you've hated me not so long time ago.
- Ryan, Ryan, Ryan... What do you take me for? But I really was pissed by your misbehaviour, you bad boy.
At last he turns to me and looks straight in the eyes. Our faces are the inches between but there is no hint of amusement.
- Okay, what do you want me to do on stage? Kiss you on your mouth, organize masturbation session or what?
- Masturbation session? Sounds like fun.
- Brendon, I'm serious. Cos... okay, we can do whatever we want when we alone but there... I just... can't...
- Well we're alone now aren't we? - I say still smirking.
- Uh I guess, so yeah, - he says as I push him against the wall. Tearing off my own clothes I realise I can make him pay for embarrassing me on stage.
Ryan’s wraps his legs around my waist kissing me passionately having only the wall and me to support him. He grabs hold of my hair while I thrust into him deeper, harder and faster. Ryan begins to moan and sweat and I love it.
- Don't stop... oh god Brendon... Brenny... so close, - gasps Ryan.
- You know for what you did to me earlier I can just let you down and let you suffer, - I say teasing him.
- NO! Oh god please... don’t stop, - I love hearing him beg.
- Okay, I won't stop this time but I swear, Ry, if you do that to me again you'll pay.
He just has enough time to pant out his promise before his grip tightens in my hair and his whole body shakes against mine.
I press my forehead against his wet shoulder breathing heavily and feeling his chest rise and fall at the same rhythm with mine. He slowly steps on the ground and hug me tightly, murmuring something into my skin.
- You're my favourite, Brenny, - I hear, - sorry, sorry, sorry for making you embarrassed and angry with me...
- Aw, you're too sweet, Ryan. Shut up.
He pouts and makes a kissy face.
- But you still love me, don't ya?
I roll my eyes.
- I guess I've proved that just a minute ago.
- Fuck you, - he says and leans for a kiss.
- Later, please, - I managed to say before catch his lip between mine.
After a slow kiss I ask:
- What are you going to do to Hobo?
Ryan wakes up to reality.
- For real. This dog's deserved... By the way how the hell did she get here? - he asks frowning.
I grin and peck his cheek.
- Guess?
Fin.