I'll save the you-annoy-me comments for some time when you actually do. I have enough idiots around me in my RL to start inventing flaws for my internet friends. :-)
This entry is pure gold. I've opened up 23 new tabs of ryden goodness to plow through today (not going into work. today is just... yeah.)
One ryden story that has a very special place in my heart and which i think is kind of scarily appropriate in the light of this fic is addictedkitten's That First Inconceivable Touch.
It's salt heat good against his tongue, and he wants to bite, suck, lick that skin bruised. The boy moans, hands tightening on his waist, and Ryan feels that moan against his lips, bites just a little, a graze of teeth really, not that plausible deniability's a factor anymore, not with - oh god - the boy digging fingers into his hips and pushing against Ryan's ass. Ryan's half-hard already and getting harder, sliding his hands back to hold the boy's hips so he can grind his ass back against him, and it's so hot and fucking good and this can't really be happening, Ryan never gets what he wants like this, it's just not how his life works. He wants to turn around and kiss him but he doesn't want to stop this, addicted already to the feel of it, slick with sweat and feeling the boy's cock hard against him, hard for him, and it's now or fucking never, right, he can have this, maybe, if he asks, if he finds the perfect thing to say.
Teaser from In Nobody's Eyes But Mine (Ryan and Brendon getting blown by a groupie together):
He'd fall over as he slides out of her mouth except Brendon holds on, his fingers clamped brutally around Ryan's shoulder. Ryan watches as Alex takes Brendon in deep, her cheeks hollowed out, and then Brendon's lips are touching his ear and he says, "I can feel your fucking come on my dick, Ryan, it's --" and Ryan says, "Brendon," but it's more breath than word, and Brendon's so close, Ryan can tell, he's biting his lip and he's stopped talking and Ryan says, "Yeah, come on," and Brendon's entire body shivers and then his hand is on Ryan's jaw and his tongue is in Ryan's mouth and they're, fuck, they're kissing, Brendon's kissing him, hungry and desperate and Ryan closes his eyes and Brendon's coming, Ryan can feel his back tense and let go again and, oh fuck.
And one from Give Me More (which is, incidentally, also one of my favourite Brendon POV's of all time):
"Please," Ryan whispers, and Brendon crushes them both into the floor, biting Ryan's lip as he hangs his arms around Brendon's neck. Brendon wedges his knees between Ryan's legs, which fall open easily, so easily, God, he wants this, Ryan wants this, Brendon realizes, even though Brendon's still not sure what this is. Ryan's tongue surges into his mouth, not so much a question as a request, a demand, and Brendon uses the hand not trapped under them to lift Ryan's leg higher, help bend it around his waist so he can get them lined up, so he can thrust up against the curve of Ryan's hips and feel the answering twitch in Ryan's throat.
And now I'm off to read all the stories the other people left. :-D
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This entry is pure gold. I've opened up 23 new tabs of ryden goodness to plow through today (not going into work. today is just... yeah.)
One ryden story that has a very special place in my heart
and which i think is kind of scarily appropriate in the light of this ficisIt's salt heat good against his tongue, and he wants to bite, suck, lick that skin bruised. The boy moans, hands tightening on his waist, and Ryan feels that moan against his lips, bites just a little, a graze of teeth really, not that plausible deniability's a factor anymore, not with - oh god - the boy digging fingers into his hips and pushing against Ryan's ass. Ryan's half-hard already and getting harder, sliding his hands back to hold the boy's hips so he can grind his ass back against him, and it's so hot and fucking good and this can't really be happening, Ryan never gets what he wants like this, it's just not how his life works. He wants to turn around and kiss him but he doesn't want to stop this, addicted already to the feel of it, slick with sweat and feeling the boy's cock hard against him, hard for him, and it's now or fucking never, right, he can have this, maybe, if he asks, if he finds the perfect thing to say.
In Nobody's Eyes But Mine and Give Me More, both by
Teaser from In Nobody's Eyes But Mine (Ryan and Brendon getting blown by a groupie together):
He'd fall over as he slides out of her mouth except Brendon holds on, his fingers clamped brutally around Ryan's shoulder. Ryan watches as Alex takes Brendon in deep, her cheeks hollowed out, and then Brendon's lips are touching his ear and he says, "I can feel your fucking come on my dick, Ryan, it's --" and Ryan says, "Brendon," but it's more breath than word, and Brendon's so close, Ryan can tell, he's biting his lip and he's stopped talking and Ryan says, "Yeah, come on," and Brendon's entire body shivers and then his hand is on Ryan's jaw and his tongue is in Ryan's mouth and they're, fuck, they're kissing, Brendon's kissing him, hungry and desperate and Ryan closes his eyes and Brendon's coming, Ryan can feel his back tense and let go again and, oh fuck.
And one from Give Me More (which is, incidentally, also one of my favourite Brendon POV's of all time):
"Please," Ryan whispers, and Brendon crushes them both into the floor, biting Ryan's lip as he hangs his arms around Brendon's neck. Brendon wedges his knees between Ryan's legs, which fall open easily, so easily, God, he wants this, Ryan wants this, Brendon realizes, even though Brendon's still not sure what this is. Ryan's tongue surges into his mouth, not so much a question as a request, a demand, and Brendon uses the hand not trapped under them to lift Ryan's leg higher, help bend it around his waist so he can get them lined up, so he can thrust up against the curve of Ryan's hips and feel the answering twitch in Ryan's throat.
And now I'm off to read all the stories the other people left. :-D