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One Night, One More Time	By : clandestinecassie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 1051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own any member or Panic At The Disco nor do I know them,this most certainly never happened and I'm sure as hell not making money off of it

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- 1-One Night, One More Time
- 1
I should be writing Slow Motion and instead by brain gives me plot bunnies like this, enjoy and please review because it really helps me.

It was five minutes after three in the morning and really, Jon should be asleep by now. He’s not, he’s lying in the soft warm bed next to his equally soft warm boyfriend, who apparently has no problem sleeping but he’s awake and he’s watching the clock, bright red numbers emblazoned in his mind as they quick as a flash over to three o’ six.

Suddenly Jon’s cell goes off, vibrating and flashing from its stationed position on the nightstand. It’s probably not loud enough to wake the person sleeping next to him but still Jon fumbles quickly, half blind to get the device.

Ryan’s number is flashing brightly across the screen and of course, who else did Jon expect it to be this late? Jon stumbles out of the soft warm bed, away from the soft warm boyfriend. He’s temporarily blinded by the bright red numbers burned and still glowing behind his eyes. Somehow he manages to hit the answer button and still make his way out into the kitchen.

“Don’t you have something better to do then call me at three in the morning, Ryan?” Jon asks amusement in his gravely voice as he sits on the velvety green sofa that the warm boyfriend and Spencer picked out.

“Did you know Spiderman is on?” Comes Ryan’s only reply and Jon can almost picture him, long body sprawled across his couch, can of soda pop in one hand and TV remote in the other, cell phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear.

“Not really a big fan of the Spiderman,” Jon whispers, honestly he’s a little surprised to be hearing from Ryan. The younger boy has been conspicuously absent in Jon’s life as of late.
“Why are you whisper Jon Walker?” Ryan questions, Jon smirks.

“Brendon’s asleep in the other room. Don’t want to wake him.” The older man replies, the smirk slipping off his face and he scratches at his neck absently.

“Oh yeah,” Ryan starts, “How could I forget that you and Brendon are fucking like bunnies these days.” The boy says, voice completely void of emotion but Jon still has that skill he developed on tour, how to read Ryan Ross’ hidden voice emotions.

“Did you really just call to inform me about what you’re watching?” That sounds more like something he’d do to Spencer, maybe it’s Jon because unlike Spencer, Ryan knows Jon won’t kill him for talking about inane shit at three in the morning.

“Can I come over?” Ryan asks his voice is soft and almost stifled like there’s more that Ryan’s bursting to say but he can’t bring himself to do it. It’s not a good idea, Ryan shouldn’t come over, and this has trouble written all over it. But if there’s one thing Jon Walker has learned about himself, it’s that he cannot say no to Ryan Ross.

“You know I can never say no to you, Ry.” Jon whispers, he wants to say it’s purely for Brendon’s benefit but deep down inside he knows it isn’t.

“Alright, I’ll be there in ten.” Ryan says before the line goes dead. Jon hangs up on his end, setting his phone down on the couch before he gets up and walks with cat like stealth back to the bedroom to check on Brendon. The young boy is still sleeping soundly, sheets and blankets tangled around his legs and his boxers slung down low around his hips. His pale expanse of body stretched out across the bed. Jon smiles fondly at the sight, loves the younger boy so, so much.

Ten minutes pass by in a flash and Jon doesn’t even hear Ryan’s car pull into the driveway or the soft slap of the soles of Ryan’s shoes against the walk. He does hear the light tapping knocks on the oak door and he uses that catlike stealth to get to the door.

Jon pulls open the door and lets the thin frame of Ryan Ross slide into the house, quite and still and beautiful like the night incarnated. Ryan’s dressed down, t-shirt, normal guy jeans, old sneakers with the hole in the side. His brown hair is falling into his eyes and he’s grinning at Jon, an odd mix of smugness and fear, essential Ryan Ross.

“I thought you were staying with Spence, tonight?” Jon asks, closing the door behind his friend. Ryan doesn’t bother to turn around as he shrugs.

“Wanted to go and visit his family, I guess.” Ryan stands with his narrow hip cocked out in the space between the kitchen and the living room.

“Oh, well, do you want a beer?” Jon asks, he sidesteps Ryan and goes over to the fridge, not bothering to wait for the thin boy’s answer, he can already guess what it will be anyway.

“Yeah, sure.” The brown haired boy says as he takes a seat at the elaborate dining table Brendon just had to have. Jon nods and fetches two beers for them. He doesn’t know why he feels so awkward, it’s just Ryan but that in itself is enough of an answer. The bigger boy hands off the beer before he takes a seat next to his friend, twisting the top off his drink, desperate for a little liquid courage.

Ryan is drinking his beer and just kind of staring at Jon, peering at him with those big brown eyes that hold so much expression that the boy works to keep hidden everywhere else. It’s like his escape, all those redirected emotions forced into those deep brown eyes. Jon has missed those eyes more than he realized.

He shakes away that thought, chalks it up to friendship and nothing more and clears his throat. “Not that I don’t enjoy your random if slightly awkward visits but why are you up at three fifteen in the morning?” Jon presses; a question that Ryan could very well ask of Jon.

Ryan shrugs again and turns the cool amber colored bottle around and around in his thin nimble hands. “Visited Pete, I guess he gave me his insomnia.” Jon laughs, soft and light.

“Yeah, cause that’s contagious.” It’s meant to make Ryan smile, it would’ve made the old Ryan smile, and Jon knows this as a fact. But he supposes that he’s become a bit rusty at what makes the other boy smile or laugh in the three odd months they haven’t seen each other.

“Maybe he passed on his insanity too…” Ryan adds, and Jon stops smiling. This kind of talk, this means Ryan’s not okay, something’s weighing heavily on his pretty little mind. Something that honestly Jon isn’t sure he wants to talk about. He coughs just this side of awkward and tries to change the subject.

“Well, regardless of the reason, Ryan, I’m glad you stopped by,” Jon starts “Brendon and I have missed you.” That’s the truth; the younger boy has been M.I.A ever since the day after Jon and Brendon moved in together. “You don’t come around much anymore.” Apparently Jon’s mouth moves faster than his brain because that wasn’t supposed to come out.

Ryan lifts his gaze to Jon, sharp but something else, something Jon can’t place and god, he really has gotten rusty, he doesn’t want to sound cocky but he was breaching Spencer levels at reading Ryan.
“Well, with the band on break what’s the point in having me around? You and Brendon have each other and it feels like Spencer only keeps me around because…well, it’s Spencer.” It would figure in that Ryan wanted to have a pity party for himself at three in the morning in Brendon and Jon’s kitchen.
“Ryan, you know that’s not true, we love you.” Jon insists, it’s true, right down to his very core he knows it is.

“I know.” The other boy replies, he drops his gaze back to the beer bottle. Jon bites his lip and yes, this might be the stupidest decision he’s made in a very long time but he can’t help it, he brings up the past.

“Ry, just because of what happened…” He stalls his voice dying on him and Ryan lifts his blank face to stare right into Jon’s eyes, almost daring him to continue. “Just because Brendon and I are together now, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t still important, that we don’t still love you.”
Ryan’s eyes narrow for a moment before they slip back into their normal blank state. “I know, Jon but I still think it’s for the best that I don’t come around but you know me, can never stick to my word.” The boy gives an almost bitter laugh.

“Are you still upset that he and I got together?” God, this whole conversation shouldn’t even be happening yet at the same time it’s long overdue. Either way Spencer will probably kill Jon in the morning anyway. Ryan doesn’t answer so Jon pushes on. “I mean, Spencer said you were over it but we both know Spencer says a lot of things to try and spare Brendon’s feelings.”

“I am over it. But do people ever really get over things Jon? No, they wake up at three o’ clock in the morning and know that there is no such thing as "getting over" something.” Ryan spits back at the older boy. Jon expects this, has expected it all along. He’s still not okay with it, with what happened, with what almost broke up the band and destroyed everything Ryan held dear. It’s okay, because Jon never expected him to be.

“I’m sorry, Ry.” Whether he’s apologizing for bringing up the topic or for what happened all those months ago, Jon isn’t sure, it could very well be both. “I-I didn’t mean to fall for him. I never meant to hurt you; it’s the last thing in this world that I would want.” But he did hurt Ryan, hurt him as badly as the people he left Vegas because of and that’s something Jon can never really forgive himself for and if he can’t forgive himself then how the fuck does he expect Ryan to be able to?
“Don’t apologize for something you can’t change, for something that isn’t your fault.”

No need to sugarcoat it, they both know that it’s Jon’s fault.

“It is my fault because I promised you…” Jon’s voice dies again and he absentmindedly peels the label off his amber colored beer bottle, the sticky substance getting stuck under his fingernails. “I promised that I’d always be there for you but then there was Brendon and I just…I let you down.” He finishes weakly. Yes, Spencer was going to murder him in cold blood in the morning.

Ryan’s staring at the peeled off label in Jon’s hand, his eyes flickering with one thousand or so emotions but his face a perfect slate of blank, all those feelings getting redirected every second or so of Ryan’s life.

“Don't worry about it, really, promises are just promises, we can't change the past or predict the future.” Ryan tells him, voice perfect and calm just like his face. Jon can barely stand it. A part of him wants Ryan to hate him, hate him for what he did and if he does then to show it because this, this is killing Jon, the guilt he thought he had banished so long ago resurfacing and slapping Jon squarely in the face.

“I love Brendon, I really do.” Jon mutters despite the fact that there was nothing saying otherwise. “But I can’t pretend that I don’t still feel something for you too.” Jon vaguely wonders just how Spencer will kill him, probably in the bathroom, easiest to clean up.

Ryan lifts his gaze to Jon and his lips are twitching, fingers twisting around the cold bottle. “Don’t let me get in the way of your feelings Jon. Like I said, we never really get over things, but that doesn't mean you can't ignore unimportant feelings.”

Its revenge Ryan Ross style, strike as efficiently as you can, make it quick and make it hurt like hell. In this case it’s telling Jon that every moment spent between them, each and every word and touch and feeling didn’t mean shit to him, the perfect strike.

“They’re important to me Ryan.” Jon starts, wills his voice not to raise or dip anywhere past normal. “Maybe they aren’t to you? I mean, we had something real and it was fantastic.” He adds. Shit, why bring up memories? Why bring up the fact that Jon was with Ryan when he fell in love with Brendon? Why make Ryan relive the fact that Jon ultimately chose Brendon over Ryan?

“We had something fantastic while it lasted, Jon” Ryan interjects quietly, stressing the while it lasted part.

“Even though it’s over it doesn’t mean I still don’t value and cherish those memories.” Jon still thinks about it, nights curled up together and Ryan just talking to him until they both passed out, making out in the post show adrenaline rush. “I still think about it you know?” Jon confesses. “The way you smell, and taste, and kiss.” Jon whispers out, suddenly his mouth is dry and he’s desperate for Ryan to just fucking look at him and admit that he misses it too.

Ryan does look at him, lifts that gorgeous head and stares right down into Jon’s soul. Jon barely notices when he slides a little closer to the boy. Right about now his brain, body, and little tiny conscious should be telling him to stop, to cut his losses and accept that he and Ryan will never be the same again.

“Your boyfriend is in the other room, Jon.” Ryan points out; it’s interesting how he says boyfriend and not Brendon, as if he didn’t know the younger boy. That’s right, Brendon, the soft warm boyfriend that loves Jon and vice versa.

Brendon was beautiful, he was magic and everything Jon wanted but there was one thing he wasn’t, he wasn’t Ryan. Jon is a horrible person, yes, he is and he knows this but god, it’s Ryan and he’s missed the other boy so, so much. He bites his lip as his brain flip-flops between options; Ryan’s just staring at him, almost daring him to do what he’s thinking.

“I know but he won’t…we don’t have to tell him.” Jon suggests, his tiny little conscious defeated, the little angel version of himself killed by the small devil version. Ryan’s face stays the same but his eyes narrow significantly.

Jon, completely defeated reaches out and rubs his fingers softly over the pale smooth skin of Ryan’s wrist. The brown haired boy shivers lightly against Jon’s touch.

“What if-just one kiss, Ry? What if it was just one?” Jon is whispering he’s close enough to smell the other boy, to have Ryan fill his senses and make him feel almost drunk in his presence.
“I…just one.” Ryan shivers again and leans just a little closer to Jon. The older boy swallows thickly, fear sliding down his throat and into his stomach. He looks back at the back bedroom where Brendon is sleeping soundly before he turns back to Ryan. It’s been almost four months since they’ve last done this, since they’ve even touched each other.

Jon wraps his thick fingers around Ryan’s thin wrist, squeezing gently. His other hand finds Ryan’s jaw and he’s tipping it slightly, to get a better angle, he’s only got this one chance after all. One deep breath and he’s leaning in, their lips meeting warm and soft and perfect. Ryan makes this small little noise that has Jon’s stomach clenching. The younger boy shifts closer towards the older boy, resting his hand on the back of Jon’s neck and holding him there, like Jon would even try to escape.
Ryan opens his mouth and in an instant Jon’s tongue is there, lapping up all the things he missed. Ryan’s other hand trails down Jon’s broad back, twisting in the fabric of his t-shirt. It’s everything Jon remembers it to be but different at the same time. All he knows is that he’s missed this, missed Ryan.

Jon pulls back, he doesn’t want to end their one kiss so soon but all he was promised was one and he can’t allow himself to take more than Ryan’s willingly to give. He bites softly at the younger boy’s lower lip, sucking lightly and threading his fingers through the other boy’s soft hair. Ryan groans slightly at all the things Jon’s doing; things the older boy knows drive him crazy.

“Ryan, I think we have a problem…” The older boy whispers, his breath mingling with Ryan’s.

“What?” Is the thin boy’s reply, his hot breath puffing out against Jon’s face.

“One kiss…it isn’t enough.” Jon says voice low and filled with want. Yeah, Spencer will kill him and hell, Jon will probably kill himself because he is such a dick but he can’t stop. He needs Ryan, right now, tonight, he needs him.

Before Ryan has a chance to answer Jon presses his face against the soft skin of Ryan’s neck, breathing him in and lacing feather light kisses on skin. Ryan’s shaking now, Jon can feel the rapid beating of his heart, hear the hitch of his breath and he knows the other boy wants this too.

“I miss you, Ryan and I need more of you.” Jon mutters against the lithe boy’s neck. Ryan shifts and he’s nodding.

“Okay, yes,” He manages to get out; voice finally filled with something, albeit something Jon can’t place. They stand, Ryan clinging to Jon’s body and the thin boy almost falls back but Jon has him, forever keeps him grounded. Ryan’s hands slide down to Jon’s waist, tight, tug him closer, no space at all between their bodies. Jon can feel the sharp press of the younger boy’s jutting hips, his already half hard cock against Jon’s thigh.

Jon kisses Ryan again, roughly this time because that’s what Ryan likes. Ryan likes to be manhandled and roughed up, never anything too aggressive and Jon has long since learned the boundaries and lines that he would never dare cross.

It’s a downward spiral from there. Jon backs Ryan up towards the long white counter of the kitchen, pushing the younger boy back against it. Ryan stumbles and fights to keep their mouths connected, dragging Jon along with long nimble fingers. Jon grinds up against Ryan, earning a muffled groan from the boy; he breaks the kiss and presses his mouth to the boy’s ear.

“Have you missed me Ryan? Have you missed this?” Jon whispers, punctuating his words with a snap of his hips against Ryan’s. The other boy nods his head desperately.

“Yes, yes, I’ve missed this, missed you.” Ryan half moans tries to keep his voice low because there’s the constant threat of Brendon waking and hearing. Ryan mimics Jon and grinds against him attaching his own hot red mouth to Jon’s pale neck, sucking and nipping lightly.

Jon shoots Ryan a wicked grin before he dips his head and he too has his mouth on the other boy’s neck, he bites down, harder than Ryan is but light enough to not hurt too badly. He would never hurt Ryan on purpose. He runs his large hand down over the soft dip of Ryan’s taut stomach, dropping lower and rubbing gently over the boy’s clothed crotch.

The thin boy gasps and goes limp in Jon’s arms. The older boy takes some initiative and does something that Ryan always used to like. He grips Ryan’s hips tight, tight enough to leave bruises he undoes the boy’s pants and gets them down to his knees before he’s lifting him up so that Ryan’s sitting on the counter, long legs dangling down on either side of Jon.

Ryan slides though beautiful long arms around Jon’s necks, trapping him there and kisses him wet and probing. Jon’s hands slide back down the thin boy’s body, playing with the hem of his shirt and pushing it up revealing long pale chest. Jon drinks in the sight like it’s the last thing he’ll ever see in his life and he’d be okay if it was. Jon licks a stripe up Ryan’s chest, slight stubble scratching against fair skin, up further to soft pink nipples and Jon is sucking lightly, nipping gently, making the other boy shudder and shake.

Ryan digs his nails into the soft skin of Jon’s back, scratching through the fabric of the thin shirt as the boy mumbled nonsensical words under his breath. If there was any chance of Jon stopping this before it got out of hand it was gone with the beautiful noises that Ryan was making.

It was either go big or go home and Jon was going big. He slips his hand down the boy’s stomach, dropping lower and sliding into the smaller boy’s pants, touching Ryan’s warm dick though his underwear.

Ryan’s hips buck instinctively against Jon’s hand, dying for more friction, just like Jon’s dying for more Ryan, he doesn’t know if he can ever get enough. There’s a small section in the back of Jon’s mind, back through the muddled parts that’s focused only on Ryan’s dick, past that is his guilty conscious, the one that’s screaming Brendon’s name at the top of its lungs, the little voice that Jon’s choosing to ignore.

Long clever fingers tangle into Jon’s hair, he’s been growing it out because Brendon likes it better that way, Ryan always liked it too, better to hold on to is what he used to say. Ryan’s placing light damp kisses against Jon’s cheeks, pushing up into the man’s hand and biting back each and every moan that continuously threatens to break the surface.

“Jon?-Jon, where are you?” The sleep laced voice of Brendon comes drifting out from the back bedroom. Jon and Ryan freeze instantly, Jon removing his hand from the other boy’s pants and he can barely breathe. If Brendon comes out here…there’s no way, there’s no way Jon could play it off or explain it. The two of them look like exactly what they’re doing. The same part of Jon’s mind that had been screaming Brendon’s name is now promptly telling Jon ‘I told you so!’ but again, Jon ignores it.

He presses a palm against Ryan’s mouth, thick fingers over soft lips. He clears his throat and catches his breath. “I couldn’t sleep Bren, I’ll come to bed soon though, I promise.” Jon calls back to his soft warm boyfriend and yes, he’s complete shit and he doesn’t actually deserve either of these two amazing men who want to be with him, he doesn’t deserve their love.

But if it’s just this once with Ryan…all things considered…wouldn’t Brendon understand? Would he be able to see just how much Jon and Ryan needed this to happen?

He wait’s quietly as does Ryan who takes it upon himself to start licking Jon’s fingers and palm in long broad strokes, making Jon shiver on the spot. “Oh, okay, just come back soon, I get cold without you.” Brendon’s sleepy tinny voice echoes back to Jon and Ryan’s ears and Jon’s heart goes back to beating at a normal pace. “Yeah, I will.” Jon replies as he turns back to look at Ryan who’s staring with deep brown eyes, Jon’s hand still over his mouth.

He removes his hand and for a split second Ryan looks conflicted and he opens his mouth as if to speak but Jon cuts him off by leaning in and kissing him again. He’s not sure if Brendon fell back to sleep yet, he doesn’t need the boy hearing Ryan’s voice.

They kiss slow and hot breaking apart only when Jon’s sure he can hear the faint sound of Brendon snoring. Jon’s mouth is back to Ryan’s ear as his calloused fingertips close around the leaking head of Ryan’s cock. “You’re so hard, Ryan, was Bren almost catching us a turn on for you?” Jon whispers and the boy’s sharp intake of breath is all the answer Jon needs.

He get’s the thin boy’s long throbbing dick out from the restraints of underwear and jeans. He pumps Ryan slowly his fist loose and the other boy is bucking into Jon’s warm hand. The older boy offers his free hand to Ryan’s mouth. “Lick it.” Jon explains at the confused look on the other boy’s face.
Ryan opens his mouth instantly as Jon pushes two fingers into the hot damp heat of Ryan’s mouth. His hot pink tongue swirls around the digits like Jon remembers it used to on his cock, his dick twitches at the memory. When he feels his fingers are wet enough he removes them from Ryan’s plush mouth, dipping strong hands down to Ryan’s throbbing cock. Jon wraps a deft hand around the pulsing member and pumps Ryan again, smoother, slicker due to Ryan’s own spit coating Jon’s fingers.

Ryan’s got his face buried in the crook of Jon’s neck as his hips jerk. Jon smirks and takes one of Ryan’s hands into his free hand, lowering the boy’s hand down to Jon’s own crotch, pressing and notifying the other boy that yes, Jon is hard too. Ryan takes the hint and rubs his palm against the tent forming in Jon’s pants. It’s now the older man’s turn to buck and bite back groans.

“God, Ry, I’ve always loved your fingers.” Jon nearly growls into the skin of Ryan’s chest. Ryan’s grip on Jon tightens a little and a strangled moan slips out of the older man, he drops his head to Ryan’s shoulder as the two of them work each other off in the same rhythm, the same beat. “You’re so beautiful.” Jon whispers and Ryan makes a little humming noise.

Jon pulls away and ducks down slightly dropping his mouth over the wet head of Ryan’s dick. Instantly one of Ryan’s hands is tangled in Jon’s hair while the other is jammed in the younger boy’s mouth to stop the desperate moan from releasing.

The younger boy lifts his hips slightly, his cock sliding just a little deeper in Jon’s mouth. Jon can’t take much because Ryan is fucking huge, he never really could take a lot and Ryan knew that but at the same time the younger boy liked to test Jon’s limits.

After a few long moments Jon pulls off of the other boy. His and Ryan’s heated glances locking and Ryan is watching with eyes that are so, so dark. He watches as Jon slides two fingers into his own mouth, getting them wet all over again. Then he’s back down with his fingers prodding at Ryan’s entrance. The younger boy tenses for a split second before Jon feels him relax and he’s able to slide past the resistance.

It never took long to get Ryan ready, that hasn’t changed. Jon stretches and works his fingers, searching for the special spot inside of Ryan. The smaller boy spreads his legs wider, looking the perfect picture of debauched. His t-shirt is still pushed up his body; his pants are pooled down to his knees, lips red and bruised, his brown hair messy and falling into his darkened eyes. He was beautiful, he was perfection.

Jon finger fucks him, Ryan stifling a moan when Jon does in fact find that amazing spot inside the other boy. Jon works him a bit more but he doesn’t want Ryan coming yet so he removes his fingers, much to Ryan’s displeasure.

Jon stands fully erect and once again he’s got his hands on Ryan’s hips, gripping and lifting him off the counter so that he was standing in front of Jon. The older man rests his hand on Ryan’s shoulder and pushes him down gently, urging Ryan on to his knees. Ryan’s eyes flash slightly confused but drops gracefully down to his knees on the tiled floor.

“I know you like pain but I’m not really okay with fucking you dry.” Jon mutters, Ryan smirks up at him, long brown lashes gracing his cheeks as deft hands undo Jon’s pants, tugging down the zipper and sliding a warm hand inside. Jon groans at the heat, wraps his fingers around the back of Ryan’s neck and pulls him closer, wanting that beautiful mouth.

Ryan gets Jon’s dick out, letting his tongue flicker against the leaking tip. He doesn’t tease for very long, dropping his sweet red mouth down over Jon’s dick and unlike the older boy; Ryan has no problem taking all of Jon. His hands come up to rest on Jon’s thighs while he bobs along the older man’s cock, getting it nice and wet.

Jon runs his fingers though Ryan’s hair, tugging just lightly, just enough to flirt with the line between pleasure and pain. Ryan looks up at him and Jon’s dick twitches desperately in the other boy’s mouth, he can’t wait, he needs Ryan now, all of him. Jon shudders and moves his hand to cup Ryan’s cheeks can almost feel himself when he pulls out.

“I think you need to stand back up now.” Jon whispers and Ryan nods and is back up in front of the older boy, leaning in and stealing a chaste kiss. Jon can taste himself just barely before Ryan pulls away. Jon gets his hands back on Ryan and he’s turning him, pushing him back towards the counter so now he’s bending over it, ready and waiting for Jon.

“Ryan, I don’t have a condom…is that…I mean,” Jon trails off and slides his hands up and down Ryan’s rail thin back. The younger boy is panting, pushing back against Jon’s hands, almost as desperate as Jon is.

“Yeah, it’s alright, just…please.”

Jon moves up closer to Ryan, pushes his jeans down all the way so that they pool around at his ankles. Jon slides rough palms up Ryan’s back as grips the base of his cock and slides slowly inside the younger boy. Ryan mewls and Jon bites back a groan at the familiar hot heat surrounding him.
He rests steady, allows Ryan to adjust only moving when the younger boy asks him to. One of Jon’s hands grips Ryan’s hip while the other pushes up into the back of the younger boy’s soft brown hair, tugging back slightly.

Jon’s hips snap hard, burying himself completely inside of Ryan before he pulls out all the way and repeats the process. Ryan’s hips slam against the counter, hard but the boy is groaning all the same, small muffled noises and Jon wonders if he’ll have bruises tomorrow, he wonders about a lot of things that will happen tomorrow.

Ryan pushes back against Jon’s cock, taking it deeper, wanting it harder. Jon fucks him as hard as he needs it, as they both do. There’s something building up, in the both of them something beyond the sex and the attraction. They need this, they really do. It might not be alright in the morning, things might not be okay but it’s what they need right now.

They need to be more than just Jon and Ryan; they need to be Jon&Ryan.

Jon curls himself around Ryan’s back, bites at his shoulder. He can mark Ryan; Ryan has no one else to go show the marks to, not like Jon. The younger boy’s fingers are scrabbling at the countertop, Jon still holding his head back as he fucks the boy, harder and harder.

The build up continues but this time it’s that familiar heavy sexual feeling rushing through Jon’s body. “Ry, Ryan, fuck, I’m...I can’t…” Jon is rambling out, slamming his hips against Ryan’s ass and the younger boy just takes it. He pushes back and quietly moans out Jon’s name. It’s all he can take, his mind is gone and his hips are stuttering forward, pushing himself into Ryan more. He’s gone and he sees stars as he comes, collapsing on top of the younger boy.

Ryan mewls and moves his hand between his legs to tug at his cock and achieve his own orgasm. Jon knocks Ryan’s hand away and pumps his cock, it doesn’t take much, one, two, three and then he’s coming too, spurting thick over Jon’s hand.

The rest and breathe for a moment before Ryan suddenly pushes Jon away. The older boy pulls out of the younger and backs away, surprised by the sudden movement. Ryan’s all rigid, sharp angles and he won’t meet Jon’s eyes. The thin boy reaches down and tugs his pants back up, doing them up before he pulls his shirt back down.

Jon dresses too but he can’t breathe and neither of them are talking, silence, too much silence. He forgoes wearing a shirt and moves towards Ryan, hand catching his wrist and he pulls the smaller boy to him, kisses him quickly. It only lasts a few seconds before Ryan breaks away and stares up into Jon’s eyes.

“Go back to your boyfriend, Jon.” Ryan whispers, so light and soft, that same blank tone taking control. Ryan slips away from Jon and as badly as he wants to, he doesn’t stop him. Instead he just watches as Ryan slips through the living room and out the front door.

Jon doesn’t hear the door close, or the soft slap of sneaker soles against the walk, doesn’t hear Ryan’s car driving away. Jon gathers his abandoned t-shirt and wipes Ryan’s come off the counter. He drops the shirt into the laundry basket on the way to the bathroom where he quickly rinses off the last remnants of Ryan off his skin. Washes away phantom touches and kisses, washed away the past and lets it all swirl down the drain.

Jon gets out and gets changed and around four-thirty in the morning he gets back into bed with the warm soft boyfriend, Brendon. Brendon, who instantly curls himself around Jon’s body, warm hands, warm lips, not at all like Ryan whose sharp opposed to soft, cold instead of warm, and never really liked to cuddle.

Jon kisses the top of Brendon’s head and the black haired boy makes sleepy little noises, ones that tug on Jon’s heart and murder his conscious. Jon still can’t sleep so he turns back to the red numbers as they burn emblazoned behind his eyes.
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