I like the idea of it being Ryan. xD Even if it is a bit creepy.
Hm. I can only hunt down this, but it's one of my main favorites. Everyone Is Shaking To Your Name (http://melyssalegend.livejournal.com/26535.html) It's kinda long, but definitely worth it.
Throughout the movie, Brendon keeps jumping and squeezing Ryan's hand, whimpering at the scary parts. Ryan squeezes his hand back every time, stroking Brendon's hand with his thumb calmly to make him feel a little better. It works most of the time, until Brendon seems to need more comfort and nuzzles into Ryan's neck.
All Ryan can think about is Brendon's breath against his skin, how he pushes closer when the movie gets scary, and how he takes a sigh of relief whenever the scene is over. He can't focus on the movie anymore, doesn't think he focused on it in the first place, because all he can think, feel, touch is Brendon. Ryan doesn't remember ever acting like this before.
He might be mistaken, but Ryan feels a brush of skin against his neck, which causes him to shiver. But he ignores it, because it couldn't be what Ryan thinks it is. But then it happens again, and again, and fuck, is that a bite? “Brendon,” Ryan whispers.
“Why do you have to be such a tease, Ryan?” he asks lowly, his lips moving against Ryan's ear before he goes back to kissing it. They're slow and open-mouthed, his tongue flicking against it every other kiss, and Ryan is so close to melting in his seat.
“I'm-- I didn't know--” he tries, biting his lip hard as Brendon starts sucking on the spot under his ear.
“How could you not know? I Myspace stalked you after we first met,” he mumbles against Ryan's neck. “I would've caught on by now if I were you.”
Ryan can feel the hickey forming on his neck as he grips the arm rest of the chair. His lower stomach has a burning feeling, something Ryan easily recognizes as an arousal. And he is seriously becoming aroused. “I think I get it now,” Ryan breathes, licking his lips and closing his eyes.
“Good,” Brendon grins, squeezing Ryan's hand. “But now this movie couldn't go any slower.”
And it really couldn't. It was another forty-five minutes before the movie ended, and as Brendon casually invited Spencer and Ryan over to their place, Ryan is already half hard. He doesn't have to do much convincing for Spencer, because he's the one who nods in agreement. On the ride there, Brendon is looking at Ryan in the rear view mirror with dark, heavy eyes that go straight to Ryan's dick. It seems like an excruciatingly long ride and all Ryan is thinking about is when they get into Brendon's room, Brendon's hands all over him, Brendon inside of him, and thousands of people watching.
Oh, fuck.
Ryan isn't even properly introduced to the guys in the house when they get there. Brendon points to them in the living room, “Pete, Gabe, William, this is Ryan, Ryan, that's them, and, yeah. Okay, let's go,” before dragging Ryan into his room by his wrist.
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Date: 2009-03-09 09:48 pm (UTC)Hm. I can only hunt down this, but it's one of my main favorites.
Everyone Is Shaking To Your Name (http://melyssalegend.livejournal.com/26535.html)
It's kinda long, but definitely worth it.
Throughout the movie, Brendon keeps jumping and squeezing Ryan's hand, whimpering at the scary parts. Ryan squeezes his hand back every time, stroking Brendon's hand with his thumb calmly to make him feel a little better. It works most of the time, until Brendon seems to need more comfort and nuzzles into Ryan's neck.
All Ryan can think about is Brendon's breath against his skin, how he pushes closer when the movie gets scary, and how he takes a sigh of relief whenever the scene is over. He can't focus on the movie anymore, doesn't think he focused on it in the first place, because all he can think, feel, touch is Brendon. Ryan doesn't remember ever acting like this before.
He might be mistaken, but Ryan feels a brush of skin against his neck, which causes him to shiver. But he ignores it, because it couldn't be what Ryan thinks it is. But then it happens again, and again, and fuck, is that a bite? “Brendon,” Ryan whispers.
“Why do you have to be such a tease, Ryan?” he asks lowly, his lips moving against Ryan's ear before he goes back to kissing it. They're slow and open-mouthed, his tongue flicking against it every other kiss, and Ryan is so close to melting in his seat.
“I'm-- I didn't know--” he tries, biting his lip hard as Brendon starts sucking on the spot under his ear.
“How could you not know? I Myspace stalked you after we first met,” he mumbles against Ryan's neck. “I would've caught on by now if I were you.”
Ryan can feel the hickey forming on his neck as he grips the arm rest of the chair. His lower stomach has a burning feeling, something Ryan easily recognizes as an arousal. And he is seriously becoming aroused. “I think I get it now,” Ryan breathes, licking his lips and closing his eyes.
“Good,” Brendon grins, squeezing Ryan's hand. “But now this movie couldn't go any slower.”
And it really couldn't. It was another forty-five minutes before the movie ended, and as Brendon casually invited Spencer and Ryan over to their place, Ryan is already half hard. He doesn't have to do much convincing for Spencer, because he's the one who nods in agreement. On the ride there, Brendon is looking at Ryan in the rear view mirror with dark, heavy eyes that go straight to Ryan's dick. It seems like an excruciatingly long ride and all Ryan is thinking about is when they get into Brendon's room, Brendon's hands all over him, Brendon inside of him, and thousands of people watching.
Oh, fuck.
Ryan isn't even properly introduced to the guys in the house when they get there. Brendon points to them in the living room, “Pete, Gabe, William, this is Ryan, Ryan, that's them, and, yeah. Okay, let's go,” before dragging Ryan into his room by his wrist.