September 4, 2008G. Ryan Ross B. Boyd Urie [[Rydon]]It was in the middle of August. Brendon lead Ryan outside through the backdoor. He has decided to cook out for Ryan and him. Just a simple meal of hotdogs and hamburgers, even though he knew Ryan would enjoy a salad much more. The aroma of the grilled banquet trailed after the two of them as they took a seat at the empty picnic table. Brendon rested the food against a clothed picnic table that sat happily among the untrimmed grass. He fidgeted for sometime, trying to make sure everything was absolute perfection. Brendon settled himself, eying Ryan as he did the same. A pale smile grazed Ryan’s dim lips once he caught Brendon’s stare. Tonight wasn’t a picky night for Ryan. He decided on at least trying the food that Brendon had worked so hard on, he thought that maybe even he’d have a little fun… Brendon enjoyed feeling the wind, tossing itself against his spine as much as he enjoyed Ryan’s company. He soon noticed that he hadn’t actually seen Ryan tonight. He was simply too busy chowing down to pay any attention to him. With the thought, his pure eyes quickly flicked themselves onto Ryan. Who’s half lidded eyes were glued to the tan hotdog. Brendon admired him oddly, holding the half eaten hamburger inches from his chomping jaws. His mouth slightly opened to speak, but a voice was lost. Ryan had slipped head of the hotdog past his lips, allowing his tongue to puncture the tip. One of Brendon’s eyebrows raised with curiosity as Ryan continued his act. The plump hotdog slid slowly further into Ryan’s mouth, then exited just as slow. Brendon felt himself going weak, imagining how it would feel to be that hotdog. This move repeated exactly two and a half times (by Brendon’s count) until an interruption. “You’re happy tonight.” Brendon spoke against the hamburger, grinning uncontrollably. Ryan giggled, placing the moist hotdog on his plate. He cleared his throat, nodding slightly. Brendon chuckled. “I bet you wonder what a real one tastes like…” He joked. Ryan’s insides twitched at the meanings behind Brendon’s spells. His golden eyes slid into Brendon’s. A spark was set up Brendon’s spine as he noticed how innocent the eyes within his own pare looked. They were attempting to apply the truth. Brendon understood fully what Ryan was trying to tell him. He shot up from the bench, allowing his hamburger to fall against the unstable plate. His hand quickly snatched a hold of Ryan’s frail wrist. Ryan had been in Brendon’s bedroom many times before, but it has never been in this kind of situation. Brendon shoved Ryan against the mattress playfully. Ryan played by the rules, and the rule was: Allow Brendon total control, and he did. He had propped himself on two boney elbows, as he watched the marvelous show happening right before his eyes. Brendon had tore of his vintage tee and was ready to pounce. Ryan pushed his tongue past Brendon’s fleshy lips. All he could taste was the hamburger, but he didn’t dare to complain. He nudged Brendon’s tongue with his own, making sure to listen to his reaction. Ryan indulged himself in Brendon’s deep breathing as his fingers laced through his thick locks. They released from one an other sharply. “Wow Ry, you are happy today.” Brendon joked, winking happily. Ryan giggled, nibbling on his ripe lower lip. Their lips connected again, this time more passionately. Ryan couldn’t take this game anymore. He was happy today, all thanks to Brendon. He quickly broke apart, taking a sharp hold of Brendon and swapping sides. Brendon scooted himself onto the bed, fumbling with the covers. Ryan didn’t need any of that cheesy blanket shit. All he needed was contact. He then slid himself down, knees touching the floor. Brendon peaked down at him once he felt his fingertips glide along the rim of his tight jeans. Ryan loosened the belt and began to unbutton the jeans. Brendon just anticipated the ‘job’ weakly. The contents inside of his stomach rotated, causing him to sicken. The butterflies fluttered once a cool breeze swept across his hard member. Ryan admired Brendon with glowing eyes. He did wonder what a real one tasted like… Ryan pressed his lips into the head gently. Brendon quivered at the sensation of Ryan’s moist tongue bumping against the tip. Ryan didn’t waste time, he then quickly slid Brendon’s dick past his lips. His tongue slithered up and down his shaft as he bobbed up and down. Damn, he does taste much better, Ryan thought as he sucked harder. “Ohh Ry!” Brendon moaned, shooting his head against the mattress. Ryan smiled to himself as he continued to please. Brendon squirmed along the sheets with sweat dripping from him. “Ryan!” He called as his pace quickened. Ryan was growing weak from the continuous motion. Brendon rested at the back of Ryan’s warm throat. He allowed Brendon to collect himself before the big finish. “Come on Ry!” He whined. Ryan did as he was told and began to bob up and down again. Brendon moaned loudly against the hot air. “Fuck- Ry!” Ryan loved hearing his name from Brendon, especially like this. Ryan sucked harder, moving faster until his slim fingers wrapped around the remaining skin not down his throat. He thought that this should speed things up a little. So, he began to jerk his hand faster than his bobbing. Brendon let out a high pitched moan. He couldn’t help but smile at this. Brendon knew that the climax was near. His stomach twitched, his heart pounded faster, his head grew lighter. His whole body was tingling from the blissful experience. “Oh Ry! Ryan!” He cried, loud and hard, bucking his hip up, nearing gagging Ryan. He attempted not to giggle. Ryan soon caught himself and finished the job. This time, he actually sucked. He wanted to taste Brendon fully. He wanted to feel Brendon’s cock in his mouth even after he was done. Brendon didn’t mind this, and he knew what Ryan was doing. That was the reason it was taking so long. “Fuck! Suck harder Ry!” He whimpered, clenching his eyes shut, trying to finish it himself. Ryan did. Brendon moaned roughly, lacing his fingers in Ryan’s locks. The pressure soon released, ending with a satisfied moan. As Brendon slid from Ryan’s mouth, his fingers had unlaced. His hand limply laid beside him. Ryan swallowed the cum daringly, and pulled himself from the ground. Brendon’s stomach fluttered. His dick tingled. He could still feel Ryan on him… He loved that feeling. His breath was short. He was panting heavily, staring into the empty ceiling. Ryan had brushed off his jeans and flattened his shirt against his concaved abdomen. Brendon propped himself up to admire him. His eyes scrapped along every millimeter on Ryan that existed. Ryan hadn’t noticed this stare, until Brendon grabbed a hold of his hand. He was now yanking him to the bed. Ryan landed sharply against the chaotic covers. Brendon had tucked himself back into his skinny jeans before resting. His head was lying on Ryan’s chest, eavesdropping on his heartbeat. He breathed along with the calmness while tracing little hearts in a random order. Ryan swiveled his fingers through Brendon’s sweat drenched bangs. After sweet silent moments, Brendon spoke out. “So, how’d it taste?” He asked, not even really wanting to know. Ryan giggled, sweeping his thin fingers along the hair sitting at the back of Brendon’s neck. After their laughing fit, Brendon had crawled over Ryan. Their eyes locked intensely for a long while. Finally, their lips connected. When departed, their lips shivered with the feeling of one another. [[x]] Heehee x]
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