.:. Rating : NC-17 .:.
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Summary: So maybe it was weird, that they were sitting on Ryan’s double bed in nothing but their boxer briefs and eating cherry popsicles, but they didn’t care. All they knew is it was fucking hot, like the hottest day of the summer, and there was no air conditioner or osculating fans because the town was in the middle of a black out. A black out that started in the middle of the afternoon, the hottest part of the day, and coincidently right in the middle of a Nevada heat wave.
So maybe it was weird, that they were sitting on Ryan’s double bed in nothing but their boxer briefs and eating cherry popsicles, but they didn’t care. All they knew is it was fucking hot, like the hottest day of the summer, and there was no air conditioner or osculating fans because the town was in the middle of a black out. A black out that started in the middle of the afternoon, the hottest part of the day, and coincidently right in the middle of a Nevada heat wave.
Their parents had gone to the church immediately, like the good catholic folk they were, to hand out bottled water and other black out essentials to those in need, which, in a black out with no electricity or running water, was pretty much everyone in town.
When Brendon realized it wasn’t just a short power outage he immediately made his way across the street to Ryan’s house, which after doing for 15 years he could pretty much find the way blindfolded. He definitely wasn’t going to spend his day alone lying on the couch staring at the ceiling, or at least not in this heat. If he were going to be hot and bored, he was going to be hot and bored with Ryan.
Walking across the scorching black pavement he mentally scolded himself for deciding to go bare foot. When he barely reached the top of the concrete steps before the door was pulled open with Ryan standing on the other side. “You’re parents gone to help the ‘needy’?” He asked accenting the word needy with finger quotations.
“Yeah. Yours?”
“Same.” Ryan shrugged and moved aside so that Brendon could slip passed him and into the house.
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Their parents hadn’t come back to check on them to make sure they hadn’t died from a heat stroke or anything, they didn’t even come back to see if the boys were hungry. But it didn’t matter anyway, because by supper time they were on a frozen liquid diet, having made their way through a whole box of freeze pops and making a serious dent in a box of popsicles. The grape flavoured ones got eaten first because they had learned, from many half empty boxes of purple popsicles, that no one really enjoyed that kind. Though it hardly mattered, it was so hot they didn’t care what the flavour as long as it was cooling them off.
Every window in the house was open so the evening desert air could blow through and relieve them of the sweltering heat. Ryan’s room seemed to have the best breeze coming in, that’s why they chose to stick it out there opposed to any other room.
So there they were, sitting side by side with their bare backs against the partially cool wall, eating red frozen treats. It wasn’t totally apparent how they shed nearly every layer of clothing, but it was kind of gradual, shirts peeled off first, then jeans shimmied off and tossed in the small pile of sweaty clothes. Maybe it wasn’t weird because they had been friends forever and it was pretty much the same as just wearing shorts, except tighter and a little more revealing. Or maybe it wasn’t weird because, well, why should it be?
“It’s too hot!” Brendon exclaimed, for the hundredth time that hour, and broke his newly retrieved popsicle in half so it was easier to devour.
Ryan proceeded to do the same with his popsicle and didn’t bother to respond, because by now ‘I know’ had become more than redundant.
After breaking his cherry flavoured goodness, Brendon quickly plunged it into his mouth and sucking slowly he revelled in the coldness that bit at his warm tongue, deciding right then and there that popsicles were pretty much the best thing in the world. He pulled in a quick breath as a sweet red bead of juice dripped onto his bare chest and started rolling down toward his stomach, stopping when it ran too thin to go any further. Tactfully he angled the wooden stick upwards so that the sticky liquid would run down the melting shaft and into his awaiting mouth. With his unoccupied hand he wiped the sticky pink line that threatened to stain his pale milky skin, wishing he had a washcloth because he hated the tacky feeling it left on his skin.
“You know what’d be nice right now?” Ryan asked as he bit a piece off his popsicle and held it in his mouth, cheeks hallowing a little as he sucked at its coolness.
Brendon’s mind quickly filled with him playing in the snow with a penguin and he smiled crookedly at the thought. Then his attention averted to Ryan, who was balancing half a side of popsicle on its little wooden stick. “What’d be nice right now?”
“A really cold shower…and another one of these.” Ryan said slurping his last piece of frozen juice into his mouth.
“Ditto to the shower…and this is the last popsicle.” Brendon said holding up the last half he had, and he could feel it melting down onto his fingers that were pinching the stick.
“Share with me?” Ryan asked with a huge suggesting smile, hoping that Brendon would be the good friend he was supposed to be and share.
Brendon looked from his friend’s begging face and then to the frozen treat in his hand and he decided that right now he valued cooling off more than their 15 year old friendship. “No way.” He said and shoved it part way into his mouth before it dripped all over Ryan’s bed sheets.
Ryan scowled and crossed his arms in mock anger, “You’re the worst friend ever.”
“I never said I wasn’t.” Brendon grinned as he licked along the sides of the popsicle and let out a quick grunt as he was jabbed in the side with a little wooden stick.
“I hope you choke.” Ryan quipped and leaned his head back against the wall, slightly turned toward Brendon, whose cherry stained lips were pulling off of an empty stick.
Brendon looked toward Ryan and grinned, “That was so good.” That remark granted him another poke in the side again.
Ryan fidgeted with the two popsicle sticks he held in his hand. “So school starts in like three weeks eh?”
“Oh yay, uniforms and bible studies.” Brendon sighed as he stared at the ceiling and pulled the flattened stick down his bright red tongue.
See, Brendon and Ryan, they went to catholic school, but they weren’t like typical catholic school kids that were seen in the movies or on t.v., the kind that rebel against anyone and everyone, they were actually the good kind. The kind that went to church every Sunday and said prayers at the dinner table, the kind that would confess their sins and believed in ‘no sex before marriage’, and they were the kind that would never touch themselves inappropriately because they believed, when their parents told them, it was very wrong and very sinful. And maybe when they stood alone naked in the shower, the thoughts of being sinful may have crossed their minds for a second or two, but it was only curiosity right? They couldn’t be punished for eternity for being curious could they?
Ryan looked toward Brendon, who was staring downward at his fiddling hands, and for a split second he kind of thought Brendon had a nice mouth, or maybe it was just because the cherry popsicle had stained them so red it looked like he was wearing lipstick, or maybe it was just the sweltering heat messing with his head. Yeah, that’s it, it was definitely the heat. And maybe it was the heat that also provoked the next thing that fell from his mouth…
“Have you ever…you know…kissed a girl?” The question just came out, and it probably had nothing to do with the fact that he was still staring at his friend’s reddened mouth, he was just interested.
Brendon’s brow furrowed and he stared a little more intently at his hands. They had talked about a lot of things in their 15 years, but usually they never talked much about girls, and if the subject did happen to slip in somehow it was never about kissing one. “Um…no.” Was his reply, and he could feel his cheeks flushing with an unneeded warmth, but then to take the pressure of himself he asked, “Have you?”
Ryan shook his head and this made Brendon feel a little bit better, knowing he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t. It was probably weird that two boys their age had never even kissed a girl, but it was mostly the fault of their parents not letting them have girlfriends and maybe a little more of the fact that they really weren’t popular. Girls pretty much ignored them in school, but it was probably for the best, because their parents always said ‘Young girls have sinful minds and will make you do immoral things’.
“Have you ever practiced?”
“How?”
Ryan shrugged, “I heard that girls, they sometimes practice on each other.”
“Ryan, we’re not girls.” Brendon said, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“Well duh…but we could try it...”
Brendon kind of just looked oddly toward Ryan, because was he being for real? Did he seriously just ask his friend if he wanted to practise kissing? “Um….I dunno…”
“It’s only to practise…it’s not real.” Ryan suggested, “I mean…how else will you learn?”
“Uh…”
“If you don’t like it…I’ll stop.” Ryan said and he was already leaning closer to Brendon.
The protruding Adam’s apple in Brendon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, and if it was possible to feel any hotter he definitely did. Ryan didn’t ask him if it was ok, he just leaned over and Brendon pulled his head back away from his friend until it hit the hard wall behind him. When he couldn’t move away any further there was nothing else to do but let Ryan push their lips together.
It was a very motionless press of their mouths and Brendon thought Ryan’s lips were softer than they looked, not that he had ever imagined how his lips would feel, but they just didn’t look that soft. Then, before Brendon realized it, Ryan was pulling away, and his head may have moved forward searching for the lost contact. Ryan face was hard to read, he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t frowning either. He looked more as though he were contemplating something and when they made eye contact Brendon’s cheeks flushed red.
“Again?” Ryan asked, his voice was nearing a whisper, and Brendon didn’t know whether to shake his head or nod, so he opted to do nothing and let Ryan decide, and he kind of already knew what the decision would be.
This time though Ryan decided to move so that he was kneeling beside Brendon. He reached out and flattened his right hand against the wall next to Brendon’s head and slowly leaned in toward him again; this time bringing his partly open mouth to Brendon’s tightly closed one. Ryan’s lips moved against his friend’s motionless ones, he wasn’t perfectly sure if he was doing it right, but he was quite sure that Brendon was doing it wrong. He moved back just enough that he could speak. “Brendon you’re not doing anything.”
Brendon could feel the tickle of Ryan’s hot breath on his mouth and the smell of cherry popsicle filled his nose. He felt a little claustrophobic with Ryan looming over him. “I don’t know what to do.” He confessed timidly after shifting his gaze to anything but his friend.
“Well…moving your lips may be a good idea.” Ryan suggested, reaching up with his left hand he pushed gently on Brendon’s chin, opening his jaw, so that his large red lips parted. “Opening your mouth would also be good.”
Brendon didn’t say anything only nodded his head gently and listened to Ryan, whom he figured must know more about this kind of thing than he did.
“Just do what I do.” Ryan instructed, and after his tongue quickly darted out along his drying lips, he tilted his head to the side bringing their mouths together. And this time when Ryan’s lips moved Brendon’s followed suit. They definitely weren’t in perfect sync, Brendon’s actions were very shy and slight with Ryan’s mouth moving slowly showing him what to do.
After about half a minute of awkwardly moving lips Ryan pulled back and studied Brendon’s face, or more so his pillow-like mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon asked, secretly mourning the loss of contact.
Ryan’s nose wrinkled a bit before responding. “Your lips…they’re kind of dry.”
Brendon instinctively pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and surveyed its dryness with a quick touch of his tongue, and Ryan was right, his lips were fairly dry.
“Just lick them wet and rub them together.” Ryan directed, and then watched as Brendon took his advice and coated his cherry stained lips with saliva, and then rubbed them roughly together.
When he was finished he pursed his mouth for his friend’s further inspection. “Better?”
“Yeah I think so.” Ryan replied, his eyes narrowing to examine the puffy mounds on his best friend’s face.
Brendon waited for about a minute while Ryan just observed him, and it make him feel pretty self-conscious even if he had no reason to be. Although, it could have been the fact that he was nearly naked and they had been kissing, most normal people would feel a little odd in this situation. So, he decided to break the strange silence. “Are you going to do it again?” He asked, and watched the corner of Ryan’s mouth turn upward.
“You want to?” Ryan asked, he was almost surprised that Brendon was asking, but he was secretly pleased that he wasn’t refusing, because maybe the thought of kissing his ebony haired friend had crossed his mind once or twice before, but only because Brendon had lips like a girl, or at least that’s what he told himself.
Brendon shrugged and averted his attention to his fingers that were pulling at a loose thread on Ryan’s comforter. He probably shouldn’t have shrugged because it could have been interpreted any way, and the way Ryan was feeling he took it as a ‘yes, please kiss me again’.
Then, once more, Ryan leaned into the other boy’s coy mouth and their lips unhurriedly moved together, opening and closing in unison. Even though Ryan donned the smaller less abundant pair, his lips were the most dominant in the connection with Brendon letting him take lead.
Brendon was a little surprised at how forward Ryan was, and a tingling sensation ran down his spine as he felt his friend’s slick tongue touch quickly and randomly against his lips, followed by a slower lick across his bottom lip, which dipped lightly into his hesitant mouth. Brendon wasn’t sure what he should do, the movement of their lips had slowed considerably, and Ryan’s tongue was eager as it slid further inside. So Brendon did what he figured was wanted and moved his hot tongue against Ryan’s, which caused Ryan to release a small whimper from somewhere in the back of his throat.
As their tongues played back and forth between kisses Brendon hadn’t noticed that Ryan’s right hand had moved from against the wall and into his thick dark hair, until their connection was broken. Ryan’s fingers were stroking at the hair just behind his ear. His breathing was heavy and Ryan peered down at him with his soft brown eyes, his lips looked significantly larger now, and maybe all things combined made Brendon forget about the stifling heat around them and think more about the heat that was growing in his lower abdomen.
“Do you want me to stop now?” Ryan asked, his fingers still playing with the hair behind Brendon’s ear.
“Do you want to stop?” Brendon responded with a question of his own, which ended up sounding quite breathless.
Ryan answered with a slow shake of his head, and he fell forward once again pulling Brendon’s lips back into a kiss. Feeling his friend’s large lips open for him, and greet him with a caress of his tongue, gave Ryan a strange twinge in his chest that seemed to proceed downward. “I want to kiss your neck.” He mumbled between the press of chaste lips, and Brendon wasn’t up for a protest.
Ryan’s smooth mouth found its way quickly to the side of Brendon’s neck, his left hand rested against the opposite side while his thumb slowly brushed over Brendon’s Adam’s apple in a side to side motion. Brendon’s eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his friend sucking and licking at his sweaty skin. He knew he should have pushed Ryan away before the first kiss, because this whole situation screamed sinful and wrong, but it felt so good he never wanted him to stop. And maybe it was beginning to feel too good because he suddenly felt an obvious tension growing in his tight boxer-briefs.
He reached up quickly to Ryan’s hand on his neck, “Stop.” He said breathlessly, but it was like he hadn’t heard him at all, and Brendon let out a small whine as he felt Ryan’s wet lips come in contact with his collarbone. He could feel the tension continue to build. “Ryan…Ryan…please…stop.” He said with a little more force this time, causing Ryan to actually stop and look up at him quizzically. Brendon swallowed hard, “You have to stop.” He told Ryan again.
Ryan’s brow furrowed in question, “Why?”
“Because…I’m…” He couldn’t say it, there was no way he could say it.
“You’re what?” Ryan asked.
Brendon felt all the blood, that hadn’t already flowed downward, flush his face with crimson, because seriously, how could he tell his best friend that he was getting hard from just kissing him? “I’m….” He tried again but couldn’t get it out, so he quickly glanced downward then back up at Ryan, hoping he’d take the hint.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed and then slowly took the same path as Brendon’s just had, his gaze falling upon a very noticeable bulge in his friends grey underwear, and when he looked back up at Brendon his eyebrow was raised in question. “Um…are you?”
“Yeah.” Brendon breathed; he was feeling more than embarrassed.
Ryan gazed downward again and then back at Brendon, “Has that ever happened before?”
Brendon shook his head, “Not really...maybe once or twice.”
“Well what did you do?”
Brendon shrugged, “It just went away.”
“You never…touched yourself?” Ryan asked, even thought he was almost sure of the answer because they were told never to do it, but he kind of wondered if maybe Brendon tried it, just once.
He quickly shook his head and looked at Ryan a little more closely, “Has it ever happened to you?”
“Um….yeah.” Ryan answered, it had actually happened to him quite often and at the most awkward times.
“Well what did you do?”
“Took a cold shower…it seemed to go away.”
“Oh...” Brendon looked down at the bulge between his legs, it wasn’t subsiding at all.
There was silence between the two boys for a moment before Ryan spoke up. “Can I touch you?”
“What?” The question kind of got caught at the lump in his throat and more or less squeaked out.
“Can I touch you?” Ryan asked again, his fingertips brushing soft against the skin on Brendon’s hip.
He squirmed a bit at the touch, but his good catholic boy conscience was taking over, “You…you can’t…it’s not right.”
“Well…” Ryan started, his fingers moving dangerously close to the waistband of Brendon’s underwear, “…it’s only masturbation if you do it yourself right?” Brendon thought for a second, and he was technically right. “So…it’s not really a sin if someone else does it…right?” Ryan asked again, each point making perfect sense and it was getting harder for Brendon to see the fault in his friend’s suggestion.
“But…” Brendon started to say, but he couldn’t think of a logical reason for Ryan not to do it, well, at that moment he couldn’t really think about anything other then the hand on his stomach that threatened to move lower. “Ok…” He breathed looking Ryan in the eye.
“Yeah?” Ryan raised an eyebrow in question, making sure that he heard Brendon right. Then he watched his friend drag his tongue along his thick bottom lip and nod.
With that sign of consent Ryan’s touch moved slowly lower, trembling digits lightly moving along taut material. He could easily distinguish the outline of Brendon’s hard cock under the thin fabric, and cautiously he drew his fingers along the length feeling the warmth of hardened flesh on the pads of his fingertips. This caused a moan to fall from Brendon’s lips, and when Ryan looked back up at him his head was pressed back into the wall, eyes closed tight, and mouth slightly agape. Ryan took this as a good reaction and rubbed his fingers back down in the direction he came from, receiving another moan in response.
“Ryan…” Brendon groaned, his chest heavily rising up and down.
“Yeah?” Ryan turned to look at him.
“Faster...” He nearly begged. The feeling of Ryan’s fingers rubbing against his cock was almost more than he could take, his body squirmed and his hands clutched at the comforter beneath him.
Ryan was swift to oblige and his movements quickened to please his wanting friend. Pushing the heel of his palm against the hard flesh Brendon whimpered and his hips inadvertently pushed off of the bed and harder into Ryan’s hand. Ryan grinned, “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.” Brendon moaned, louder this time than before. He never felt anything like this before, it was so amazing he felt weak. Quickly he reached down and placed his hand over Ryan’s pressing it harder against his throbbing erection. Just as he felt like he was going to pass out a rush of the most incredible pleasure pulsed through his body, and he let out a staggered moan which was accompanied by the sensation of hot liquid dripping down his groin.
Brendon grunted a little at Ryan’s lips pressing against his neck. He was no longer hard but their hands were still in place, and maybe he was just delusional from his orgasmic high but he could have swore he felt Ryan’s grip squeeze around him again.
“God that made me hard.” Ryan mumbled against the side of his neck. Brendon’s free hand was being pulled by that of his friend’s, and it ended up exactly where he imagined it would.
Finally opening his eyes, he gazed down toward the hands that were resting between his legs. Moving his own he could see that there was a large damp spot on his underwear.
“You should take them off.” Ryan suggested, groaning slightly as he pushed Brendon’s hand into his hardening cock. Brendon was a little hesitant. “I will if you do.” He bargain, and then maybe it wasn’t so hard for Brendon to make a decision.
He quickly reached up to the waistband of his friend’s navy blue underwear, but Ryan’s stopped him just as his fingers grabbed hold of the stretchy fabric. “You first.” He almost ordered.
Ryan positioned himself further down on the bed, both hands slowly moved over Brendon’s stomach stopping at the tight waistband where he curled his long fingers, hooking them under the material, and unhurriedly pulled downward. Brendon didn’t need to be asked to lift his hips, he did it without even thinking, his breath hitching slightly as Ryan’s knuckles brushed against his bare cock, and he may or may not have been extremely turned on watching his best friend pull his underwear off of him. When the grey material passed over his feet it was thrown to the floor where the rest of their clothes had been tossed earlier in the day.
Neither boy had any idea that this was where their day would lead them, with the older boy kneeling between the legs of the, very naked, slightly younger of the two. Maybe their curiosity had gotten out of control, but right about now they didn’t see that as much of a problem.
Ryan’s fingers gingerly ran along his waistband, his eyes scanning up the naked boy’s body, “Are you going to help me?”
Brendon didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled himself from his position on the bed and onto his knees, mimicking the way Ryan was kneeling. He still felt mildly embarrassed that he was naked in front of his friend and he found it hard to look him in the eye. Reaching out his fingers shook uncontrollably as they touched against the smooth skin on Ryan’s sides. Ryan’s hands came up to meet his and they seemed to be shaking too, and Ryan coaxed him to go lower until his fingers were pushing passed the tight waistband. He warped his fingers around the dark blue material and, in a relatively smooth motion, pulled the tight boxers down over his hips, stopping at his bent knees.
Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth Brendon ran his hands timidly up and down Ryan’s thighs, and he tried not to stare at the naked erection that so obvious in front of him. He was taken slightly by surprise as Ryan tipped forward and started to kiss him again, a soft warm tongue dipping between his lips and caressing against the warmth of his mouth. Brendon had never expected it again, or the first time for that matter, but he immediately returned the gesture by opening his mouth more, allowing Ryan in further. Their tongues found one another and played back and forth gently. Brendon hated the way Ryan kissed him, it felt way too good, and he wasn’t supposed to feel like that, especially not about kissing his best friend.
“Your mouth tastes like cherry popsicle.” Ryan mumbled against Brendon’s wet mouth, and the ebony haired boy couldn’t help but grin.
Ryan’s hands ran along his sides, falling lower to the small of his back, and stopping just at the beginning round of his ass. The touch sent goosebumps to places he didn’t know was possible, and he kissed at Ryan’s bottom lip as the older boy drew him closer so that their slender stomachs were pressed together.
Brendon’s head was spinning with confusion. Ryan’s touch seemed to be coming from everywhere, pushing against his front, stroking his lower back, kissing his neck, and it was becoming overwhelming.
“Ryan…” he gasped lightly as his friends tongue licked at the crook of his neck, “…are you sure you haven’t you done this before?” He was asking because it definitely felt like Ryan knew what he was doing, whereas he had no idea.
“No.” Ryan replied between attentive kisses along his collarbone, but that’s not to say he hadn’t imagined it once, twice, or maybe even three times before. It just happened to creep into his mind, the thought never alike once, but always staring the same figures. Maybe the thoughts had something to do with the fact that his parents never let him have a girlfriend, and Brendon, well he seemed to have similar features as a girl.
‘Maybe we should stop’ is what Brendon wanted to say, but Ryan’s mouth was making a path slowly downward and as his tongue flicked over a tender nipple, causing his body to shudder and the words to slip his mind.
Ryan sat back on his heels and tugged Brendon gently toward him pressing his lips to the younger boy’s ear. “Lay down….I want to kiss your stomach.” He said and pushed lightly on Brendon’s shoulders until his back was against the soft comforter.
He shifted his legs so that they were bent slightly and off to either side of Ryan, who he watched intently as he pulled his boxers off the rest of the way, dropping them onto the floor. Ryan was quite hard and Brendon couldn’t help but stare at the older boy’s erection, and unknowingly he was comparing Ryan to himself. He was surprised that they were relatively the same size, not that he had expected either of them to be bigger or smaller than the other, because he had never, in a million years, expected to be in this situation.
Brendon’s eyes met with Ryan’s momentarily and he looked away as his face flushed with crimson once again. He still wasn’t used to the fact that they were both naked, and doing things that no boys should be doing, especially catholic boys such as themselves. His gaze quickly looked downward as he felt Ryan’s lips brush against his stomach, the muscles tightening with each soft touch. He watched through heavy lids as Ryan kissed around his belly button, licking into its hallow as he passed by, trailing kisses further down his stomach and coming closer to tiny dark curls.
“Ryan…” he panted, grabbing onto Ryan’s hand that was curled up next to his side, and Ryan looked up at him, “…what are you doing?”
“Don’t you want me to?” Ryan asked, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin on his lower abdomen. He could feel goosebumps crawling over his body again.
Brendon swallowed hard staring down at the friend between his legs, “I dunno…” he started, feeling Ryan’s hand move over his hip and down to his thigh, “…do you even know how?”
“Um…no…” he answered, rubbing his thumb nervously against Brendon’s inner thigh, “…but I could try…if you wanted.”
“You really don’t have to…if you don’t want.”
Ryan licked his lips quickly, “But if I want to?”
“I guess…if you want to.” Brendon shrugged, unsure of what exactly he was giving Ryan permission to do.
His breathing hitched as he felt Ryan’s hand rub against his semi-hard cock. He could feel himself getting harder by the second as Ryan continued to touch and stroke him slowly. The feeling of his friend’s hand sliding up and down his cock was intense, and he tried hard to hold back his uncontrollable whimpering.
“Does it feel good?” Ryan asked, his hand sliding up Brendon’s cock, thumb rubbing over the leaking tip.
Brendon let out a staggered whine, because really did Ryan have to keep asking questions? He could barely think of his own name. “Yeah.” He managed to get out, after thinking the question over about ten times until it made sense to him. Words didn’t seem to form sentences very well when he was being touched in such a way.
He squeezed his eyes shut and covered them over with his hand because he couldn’t watch anymore; it was too much, way too much. The feeling was nearly too much because – “Oh fuck!” he moaned, Ryan’s hot tongue was licking over the head of his cock, and he thought he only cursed when he was really angry. Apparently it works the same when he’s completely turned on too. “Uh…Ryan…God…” he felt weak all over as he slipped between Ryan’s wet lips. The sensation of Ryan’s hot mouth and tongue on him was amazing. He peeled the hand away from his eyes to watch his friend, and just as he looked down Ryan’s cheeks were hallowing and taking his cock further in.
They soon enough realized Ryan had a weak gag reflex as he tried to take Brendon in more, but he didn’t pull off, his head just kept bobbing up and down, stopping occasionally to gag a little as Brendon hit the back of his throat. Even if Ryan didn’t have a sweet clue what he was doing, Brendon’s loud moaning encouraged him to continue.
“Is this ok?” Ryan asked, pulling Brendon from his mouth.
Brendon whined at the loss, “Uh….fuck…don’t stop.” His hand slipping into Ryan’s hair and gently pushed him back down toward his throbbing cock.
Ryan stroked up Brendon’s saliva coated erection once before taking him back in a far as he could go. One hand gripping and squeezing firmly at the base, the other rubbing up Brendon’s inner thigh where he could feel a slight stickiness from the younger boy’s earlier orgasm. He sucked as hard as his mouth moved up and down on Brendon, and hearing his friend’s relentless moaning caused the hard flesh between his legs to ache.
The muscles in Brendon’s abdomen began to tighten, and Ryan was sure he could feel the cock in his mouth twitch. Seconds later the fingers in his hair were clutching tighter and Brendon was moaning in a tone that could have been fit for a girl. That was just the start of the boy’s second orgasm, and Ryan tried hard not to choke as his mouth filled with a hot liquid. He gagged at the salty, slightly bitter, taste of cum as it slid over his tongue and down his throat. Quickly his lips went slack around Brendon’s cock and the thick substance leaked out of his mouth and down the length, he could feel it trickle over his fist that was still holding onto the base of the younger boy’s cock. Slowly he pulled Brendon from his mouth, and he heard him grunt a bit as his tongue skimmed over the sensitive tip.
He wiped the milky looking cum, on his hand, off onto the bed sheets and then looked up at Brendon. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open part way as panted breaths escaped his lungs. His chest was heaving up and down in a rhythmical way, and Ryan slowly crawled up his body. He held back a whimper as his hardness brushed up against Brendon’s stomach. Letting himself fall gently against Brendon’s worn out body, he tiled his head and brought his lips to Brendon’s open mouth. Slowly he began to kiss the other boy, lips overlapping one another as an exhausted Brendon kissed back.
Ryan pressed kisses along Brendon jaw until he came to his ear. “Sit up…and help me Brendon.” he whispered, shimming his hands under the younger boy’s body, so that his palms were flat against Brendon’s back, and he helped him move into a sitting position.
Ryan was on his knees which stayed to the outer sides of Brendon’s thighs, so that he was straddling him. He wrapped an arm around Brendon’s upper body pulling him close, while his right hand moved down along Brendon’s arm grabbing onto his hand once he reached it. Ryan moved their hands down between their bodies until they met with his aching cock.
Brendon took the hint and wrapped his fingers around the hard length, and he began to move slowly up and down. Ryan was whimpering, hot moist breath shaky against the side of his face. Brendon felt Ryan’s hand meet his, wrapping around it, coaxing him to go a bit faster, and he did. He wasn’t exactly sure if he was doing it right, but he just did what Ryan had done to him.
His mouth was soon met with that of the older boy’s, and it was hard to concentrate on his hand movements and kissing at the same time, so he concentrated more on his hand while he let Ryan kiss him. Both Ryan’s hands were on his neck, and the older boy’s tongue was pushing passed his thick lips and into the heat of his mouth. When Ryan’s tongue played and licked against his, he could faintly taste the salty bitterness of himself. Ryan moaned into his mouth as he gently squeezed the head of his cock between his thumb and forefinger. He liked this reaction, so he did it again to produce the same reply.
“Fuck Brendon.” Ryan mumbled against swollen lips, his tongue darting out to lick them.
“Is it good?” Brendon asked, his thumb brushing back and forth over the wet tip.
“Mmmm…yeah.” Ryan answered kissing Brendon mouth repeatedly, fingers digging into his neck.
Ryan started to moan as Brendon stroked him faster, and with everything that was going on between the two of them, neither had heard Ryan’s parents coming in the front door and down the hall.
Brendon felt Ryan’s body tense and jerk he came hot into his fist, moaning loudly against his collarbone. His stomach dropped as he glanced toward the door and he quickly buried his face into the crook of Ryan’s neck.
Then there was a shrilling scream….
--------- The End
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