Wooing Ryan Ross
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hidethekeyTitle: Wooing Ryan Ross
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer
POV:Third-Spencer Centric
Summary: Spencer has a series of lessons that teach him how Ryan Ross really likes to be treated.
Disclaimer: This is totally fiction. I don’t own the boys and this never happened.
Author Notes: I wrote this forlampshadesrrad because she wanted hot Ryspence pron. Since she’s rawkin’ awesome, I decided writing for her would be rad.
The first lesson was taught to him when he was sixteen. Spencer’s mom had thought that putting an array of plants in his bedroom would make it brighter and more live-able. She thought that some pretty white lilies on top of his dresser would be absolutely perfect. She seemed to forget what had happened when his grandma had brought over the Easter lilies earlier that year…
Spencer was a sniffling miserable mess. He cursed as soon as he saw the flowers in his room and started taking a complete bitch fit. There was yelling, and screaming and the throwing of shoes; lots of shoes. Finally, his mother had told him that if he didn’t want them, it was his job to get rid of them. That was fine with him, as long as the damned allergens left his bedroom. He actually went directly up to his bedroom and picked up the potted plant and with it went directly over to Ryan’s house.
He knocked on the door gently when he got there. Things were always a little iffy over at Ryan’s house. Sometimes his dad would tell Spencer that he never needed to knock, that he was family. Other times, Spencer took one look at Mister Ross and dragged Ryan back to his place. Ryan answered the door though, so Spencer wasn’t sure which of those times this was. Ryan arched an eyebrow at him and Spencer just shrugged.
“What’s up, Spin?” Ryan asked, leaning against the doorway to his house.
“My mom put these flowers in my room,” Spencer said with a sniffle. “I’m all fucking allergic to them and she told me that if I didn’t want them, I’d have to find someone who did. You want them? I know you like flowers and shit.” He held the potted plant out toward his best friend and waited for Ryan to take them.
Ryan’s face was slack and he didn’t say anything. He held his arms out limply. Spencer had to actually force the flowers into his hands. Spencer was feeling a little awkward now though. Usually he could read Ryan easily, but this time he had no idea what Ryan was thinking. It seemed to take ages before Ryan recovered. He was staring at Spencer with this odd look of awe written across his face. It was like Spencer had done the most amazing thing ever and that no one else had done something like this for Ryan before. Spencer really didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
Finally, his friend did recover from the apparent shock and reached into the house and put the flowers down. He turned back to Spencer with a hand on his hip, thrusting them forward a little. “I like them, thanks.” Ryan’s voice was quiet and his brown eyes were still full of wonder. Spencer had no idea why his heart was fluttering at this point; it wasn’t like he was giving flowers to like, his girlfriend or anything, right?
Spencer smiled because really, Ryan didn’t have enough good stuff in his life, and if the flowers made him happy, then Spencer was glad his mom had left them in his room. “Good,” he proclaimed. “I’m going to head back home and uh… be allergic because I feel like shit.”
Spencer turned to leave but he was stopped by a pair of hands on his shoulders, wrenching him back around. His own eyes went wide because usually Ryan didn’t do things like that. His eyes went even wider when he felt the press of chapped lips against his, mixed with a muttered, ‘thanks’, and then the sound of the door shutting.
Spencer walked back home trying to piece together what exactly had happened on Ryan’s doorstep.
Spencer’s second lesson happened when he was seventeen. Neither Ryan nor Spencer mentioned the kissing incident after it happened; neither of them felt the need to. It was just gracious kiss between friends. It wasn’t a big deal at all. It didn’t happen again, so what was there to talk about anyway? Spencer was fine to leave it and apparently so was Ryan.
They were supposed to go to a movie that night. It was one that Ryan was dying to see. Spencer was just going along so that his friend didn’t have to go alone. Ryan had been asking his dad all week for money to go. Usually Ryan’s dad gave him money to do anything, just to get Ryan out of the house, but this time he was being a really big asshole about it. He was refusing to shell out the twenty dollars even though Ryan was doing tons of extra housework and such. It was opening night when Ryan showed up at Spencer’s doorstep looking completely defeated.
“I can’t go,” he said in his regular monotone. “My dad wouldn’t give me the money, so looks like it’s another night of video games and watching South Park.” He looked down at the steps and bit his lip.
“Fuck that, we’re going,” Spencer replied. “I can pay ten fucking dollars. You really want to see this, right? I guess we can share popcorn or something. I can take mom’s car. It’s not a big deal, Ryan.”
Ryan had that look on his face again, the one he’d had a year ago when Spencer had taken those lilies over to his house. It was all wide eyed and incredulous. Spencer had no idea why though, because it’s not like they didn’t pay for stuff for each other all the time. Ryan kind of leaned forward and gave Spencer a hug and Spencer hugged back even though being wrapped up in Ryan’s stick arms wasn’t what he’d expected to happen. When Ryan pulled away a few minutes too late for the hug to be considered platonic, he said, “We’d better hurry. I don’t want to miss the previews.” Ryan hated missing the previews.
The two of them hopped into Spencer’s mom’s car and drove off to the theatre. They shared popcorn and coke. Spencer bought them some nachos and some candy that Ryan had been eyeing mournfully through the glass. Spencer even let Ryan have the last sip of their coke because Ryan had a shitty week. Ryan looked at him like he was the nicest guy in the world and that sort of made Spencer feel really, really good. Maybe he should let Ryan have the last sip more often.
Ryan was acting a little bit weird after the movie though. He kept shooting Spencer these weird looks all through the drive home. His eyes were wide again and he was looking like Spencer had just like, saved his life or something. Spencer hadn’t noticed anyone that looked like they were out to get Ryan that night and he was sure that Ryan was no more suicidal than any other normal teenager, so he really just didn’t get it at all. He pulled up Ryan’s driveway and tried not to feel too awkward when he turned toward his friend to say good bye. At least while he was driving he had a good excuse to ignore the freaky looks that Ryan was giving him.
When he turned his head though, he was hit full on with that adoring look and he kind of felt his heart melt a little. He didn’t even know why. This was Ryan, his best friend. He’d known the dude since he was like, in diapers. Ryan Ross should not make his heart melt, not even a little. There it was though, complete and total melting of vital organs. He thought that maybe his brain was melting too… He blinked at Ryan a few times while he tried to make sense out of it all.
Ryan was biting his lip but when Spencer cocked his head to the side he stopped and smiled a small, sweet smile. “I had a really good time, Spin,” he said affectionately. “Like, really good. I’m glad we went.”
“Dude, that’s what friends are for,” Spencer said with another shrug. He felt like he’d been shrugging a lot lately.
“No,” Ryan replied. “You’re a really good friend, a best friend.” Ryan was leaning forward and Spencer was confused. Why was Ryan acting all weird all of a sudden? Spencer just didn’t get it. He was now sure that his brain was melting out of his ears, just like he was sure that his heart had melted into his veins and arteries. He was so focused on trying to figure out what to say to Ryan’s proclamation that he didn’t notice Ryan leaning forward. Just like the last time, Spencer failed to catch on to what was actually happening until Ryan’s lips were on his, kissing him softly.
For some reason, Spencer’s half melty brain decided to take over right then and figured that soft kisses weren’t quite enough this time. He pulled Ryan’s head closer and ran his tongue over his friend’s lips. He was actually a little surprised that Ryan responded so easily by opening his mouth to allow Spencer in; but Spencer sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. Ryan had really nice lips.
Ryan pressed in further, kissing Spencer harder than he’d really been going for but that was okay. Spencer had only really been keeping things light because his brain had melted out of his ears and he wasn’t exactly sure how far Ryan wanted this to go. Actually, he wasn’t sure how far he wanted this to go. As it turned out, he didn’t get much of a choice. Ryan unbuckled his seat belt in order to move closer to Spencer and tried to climb into Spencer’s lap. This would have been perfectly awesome if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were in a car and that cars had horns. Ryan also had these pointy elbows that tended (in this case) to hit the car horns.
They both jumped, pulling their lips away from each other and it seemed like Ryan was freaking out a little bit more than Spencer because he kept hitting the horn and freaking out more. Finally, he managed to make it back to his seat, calm his breathing and look back at Spencer. Spencer had been watching him the whole time, so he kind of just smiled at Ryan sheepishly. Ryan was blushing but holding his gaze. “Maybe that was a bad idea,” he admitted.
Spencer nodded and watches as Ryan opened the door to the car. “See you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah, see you,” said Ryan as he climbed out. He did a cute little wave at Spencer then scampered up to his door, where he waved again.
Spencer drove back home trying to piece together what exactly had happened just then in the car.
By the time his third and final lesson was taught, Spencer was actually starting to figure this out, a little. When the third lesson came, it wasn’t so much taught to him. It was more a test for Ryan. Spencer was starting to see that whenever he did something nice for Ryan, he got kissed. It didn’t even have to be something ridiculously heartfelt, it just had to be something sweet that Ryan hadn’t been expecting him to do. Ryan hadn’t expected Spencer to show up on his doorstep with lilies. Ryan hadn’t expected him to shell out a good thirty dollars for them to go see a movie that he didn’t even want to see. Both of these times had ended up in kisses. Spencer was also pretty sure there would have been a little bit more than just kissing involved the last time if the car horn hadn’t gotten in the way…
The test was a simple one and was easily carried out one night in Spencer’s basement. He and Ryan got together three weeks after the car incident to hang out, play video games and watch movies. Eventually, them being growing teenage boys and all, they got hungry. Spencer’s parents were away for the weekend and had left him money to buy food for him and Ryan. Of course they knew that Ryan would be over because he was Spencer’s best friend and if there were no parents around, they could do all sorts of ridiculous boy things together.
Spencer ordered the pizza and then got up to pay for it when the doorbell rang. He brought it down and they dug right in, pretty much destroying the whole thing. There was one piece left and even though Spencer had been eyeing it for almost a half hour, he pushed it toward Ryan, saying, “You can have it, dude, I’m so fucking full.” Spencer was pretty sure that the pizza wasn’t going to be quite enough to get a reaction like the previous two out of Ryan but he had something else prepared as well.
Ryan munches on the soggy slice contentedly as they continue to stare at the tv. They’d taken a break from beating each other’s asses at Mario Party and stuck in a movie, so that they could dedicate their full attention to ingesting the greasy substance. Instead of sitting there and waiting though, Spencer went to get the rest of his ‘surprise’. Ryan’s birthday was in two weeks and his favourite band, Fall Out Boy were, by some incredible coincidence, going to be in Vegas on that exact day. Ryan and Spencer already had tickets, obviously but what Ryan didn’t know was that Spencer had pulled every single string he could manage and scored them backstage passes to the show.
He dug through his underwear drawer because that was where he kept all of his secrets and pulled the passes out. This was going to be the best surprise ever. He shoved them in his pocket and walked back into the living room, where Ryan was licking his fingers to rid them of the remnants of grease and cheese. “Hey,” he said when Spencer sat back down beside him.
“Hey,” Spencer replied. “I have something for you.” He reached into the pocket of his tight jeans and pulled out the passes. He just casually handed them to Ryan and looked back over at the movie because despite the effort he’d had to put in to getting those, he wanted to act like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Ryan would know though, he was like Pete Wentz’s biggest fangirl. He’d know how hard those things were to get.
Spencer chanced a look out of the corner of his eye and grinned to himself when he saw the absolutely incredulous look on his friend’s face. Ryan was still staring down at Spencer’s little gift. It seemed as if Ryan was holding his breath, or blinking too much just to make sure that the tickets in his hands wouldn’t disappear. Finally, his gazed slipped back up to Spencer and all of a sudden, Spencer had his arms full of Ryan. “Oh my GOD, Spin!” he cried. “I can’t believe, oh my god, I think I might die. Oh my GOD! How did you- Never mind. Oh my god.”
Ryan went on like that for a few more moments and Spencer just sat there, holding his wriggling friend and feeling smug. He’d totally gotten Ryan the best birthday present ever. No one was ever going to give him something better than this. Ryan was getting to meet his idol and it was all because of Spencer. Ryan seemed to realize this at basically the same time because there were lips against his and a tongue forcing itself into Spencer’s mouth. For the record, Spencer had not begged, borrowed and stolen for those tickets because he was sure it would make his friend kiss him again. He bought them because he knew Ryan would love to meet Pete. The kisses were just an added bonus.
Spencer shifted his hands so that they were resting on Ryan’s hips, pulling him closer into the embrace. He kissed him harder, marveling about how different this was from being with a girl. Ryan was all hard angles, stubble and rough kisses. He wasn’t tip toeing around what he wanted, like most of the girls Spencer had been with. Spencer liked that. He didn’t want to pretend that this wasn’t exactly what he’d wanted for the past year; ever since he’d given Ryan those lilies.
He hadn’t realized it right away, but slowly things became clearer. He’d thought about kissing Ryan again after the first lip encounter but he’d never felt brave enough to act on that urge. Perhaps he’d just needed Ryan there to make the first move. During that year, they’d both had girlfriends but Spencer had found himself thinking, more often than not, about what it would be like to be with Ryan instead of some self conscious teenage girl that he barely knew and was too hard on herself to show him who she really was. With Ryan, it wasn’t like that at all; they’d known each other forever so there was no point in pretending to be someone else.
Spencer thought that he and Ryan would be good together and once they finished making out, he was intending on telling his friend that. Currently though, his mouth was far too occupied with Ryan’s lips and tongue. His hands tightened on Ryan’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Ryan’s knee came up beside his thigh and then… oh. Oh, that was nice. Even through the fabric, Ryan’s harness brushing against his own felt incredible. Spencer hadn’t even realized he was that hard. Ryan pulled away from him and looked at him in wonderment. Apparently he hadn’t been aware of his own arousal either.
Spencer cocked his head to the side. “So?” he asked. He wanted to ask Ryan what he intended to do about both of their obvious problems but he felt a little bit shy about it. He knew that it was just Ryan, Ryan who he could talk to about anything… but… It was a little bit hard to think of how exactly he was going to talk to Ryan about having sex with Ryan. He hadn’t anticipated this awkwardness when they’d first started kissing.
“Spin, you are the best friend ever,” Ryan replied. His voice was deep and nearly breathless. It was nothing like Ryan’s usual monotone. “I am going to kiss you so hard that you won’t even be able to think. Then I’m going to take off your clothes and we’re going to touch each other everywhere.” Obviously Ryan had no trouble broaching the subject. Spencer grinned. “And then, I’m going to let you make love to me.”
Spencer almost snorted; almost. He didn’t because he was afraid that Ryan would call the whole thing off and that wasn’t something he wanted at all. He was saved though, because Ryan’s lips were being pressed back up against his and Ryan was slowly pushing Spencer down onto the couch. Everything around them faded as hungry lips met one another. It was so different from anything that Spencer had ever experienced. He had been with girls enough times before to know how to kiss, but kissing a guy, kissing Ryan, was so different.
Ryan’s face was rough with stubble even though Spencer knew that he obsessively shaved every day. His pretty lips were chapped, making the kiss feel rough even though with a girl, it wouldn’t have felt that way at all. Ryan was using his teeth against Spencer’s lips, tugging, nipping, and nibbling against his mouth. Spencer was trying very hard not to cry out but it was very difficult. Ryan was writhing on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly and Spencer was pretty sure that if he were to let go of Ryan’s hips, they’d both tumble from the couch onto the floor. The floor wasn’t such a bad idea though… there was a lot more room down there…
Before Spencer could think to actually get them to the carpet, there was a new urgency to their kisses that needed to be met. The kisses took a more dominant turn. Ryan brought his lips down and kissed Spencer almost like it was a challenge and Spencer had always been one to fight back. Spencer was used to leading when it came to sex. Somehow Ryan was managing to take that control away from him.
He liked it.
Spencer’s hands had long since moved from Ryan’s hips and were moving up Ryan’s body, getting acquainted with it in ways that he’d dreamed of but never actually experienced before. Spencer felt Ryan’s calloused fingertips explored Spencer’s body, tickling here, stroking there. Spencer was exploring, too, reveling in the beauty of Ryan’s body. He ran his hands down Ryan’s back, catching him near the hem of his t-shirt with just the tiniest suggestion of nails. This made Ryan arch up, grinding his body more forcefully into Spencer’s. Spencer then reached down lower, grasping Ryan’s ass. Any shyness that was in the room before was now gone, not that there really had been too much in the first place. This was Ryan. Spencer knew Ryan better than anyone and really, this just felt like another part of their tight relationship, just another side that they hadn’t yet explored. “Fuck Ry,” was all that was muffled between frenzied kisses exchanged between the two excited boys.
Now that their shirts had hit the floor, Ryan started kissing his way down Spencer’s body, making little patterns with his kisses; circling a nipple, nipping at it, sliding down the front of his chest down to his stomach, then lifting and tonguing Spencer’s belly button. This made a tremor travel down Spencer’s body and a deep moan to break the otherwise relative silence. Ryan continued moving downwards, down his meager treasure trail while Spencer was awash in a sea of moans and sighs. It wasn’t until Ryan reached the waist of Spencer’s boxers that there was a pause again. Touching the hem of the underwear was the real reminder that neither boy was naked and that if they continued, there would be no turning back.
It wasn’t the act of seeing each other naked that worried Spencer. He knew what he wanted. It was what the act implied that held so much foreboding. Spencer and Ryan had seen each other naked before, but an accidental glimpse was far different from this intentional exploration of bared skin. It didn’t take either of them very long to get down to their boxers, but then they just stopped. Spencer stared at Ryan, trying to read him. He was a little nervous that Ryan would not want to go through with this. Usually reading Ryan this was something that just came naturally to him, but this was the kind of situation that couldn’t be pre-conceived. Spencer moved his hands down Ryan’s flat stomach and slipped just the tips of his fingers into his underwear, just below Ryan’s bony hips, and raised an eyebrow. “Ry, is this ok?”
Ryan rocked his hips against Spencer and wordlessly started kissing Spencer’s neck. He moved his way up to his mouth, and kissed passionately. Spencer was on fire. He was surprised that the mere pressure of his fingers on Ryan’s too hot skin wasn’t making them both burst into flames. Ryan moved his head away from Spencer’s, and in a barely audible whisper said, “Of course. There’s nothing I want more, right now.”
Spencer nodded and slipped the rest of his fingers down into Ryan’s boxers and slowly pulled them off. He tried not to focus on what he was doing so that he wouldn’t lose his nerve. He pushed the boxers down to Ryan’s feet, where he kicked them off, and then Ryan did the same for him. Spencer’s head was swimming. He could not get over the fact that his best friend was naked on top of him. Moreover, he couldn’t believe that he was okay with it. These feelings had been building up since the first whisper soft kiss in Ryan’s doorway over a year ago, but he had never thought they would go anywhere. Kids his age were supposed to have weird feelings, right? They were supposed to experiment and learn about who they were. He just figured the desire to kiss Ryan again would go away. Now he realized how lucky he was that they didn’t. He couldn’t stop staring, he couldn’t stop touching. His hands were shaking with ever brush of skin to his fingertips. This was amazing. It was… It was Ryan.
Ryan looked so good there on top of him. His pale skin glowed under the harsh fluorescent light. Spencer had no idea how he managed to keep himself so pale, they did live in a desert but he wasn’t about to start complaining. He loved the way the paleness of Ryan’s skin was offset by his, only a few shades darker. He loved the way his tanned hand looked sprawled across Ryan’s hip, or better yet, Ryan’s ass.
Ryan began to kiss over Spencer’s shoulders and neck, taking his time with long, slow licks then going fast, placing firecracker kisses all over the place. It seemed as if he didn’t want to leave a single piece of Spencer’s torso clean. He kissed almost methodically, drawing shapes on his skin with kisses then filling them in, throwing in the occasional nip to, as it seemed to Spencer, keep him in reality. This was all happening so quickly that it was easy to get caught up and forget the situation; Ryan was just pulling him back to himself, making sure to keep all of this real. Slowly, Ryan’s kisses began to drift lower, over Spencer’s stomach and then his hips. “Oh god, Spin, your hips are incredible.” Ryan leaned down and ran his mouth, tongue and teeth, over one of them then smiled up at Spencer sweetly. “Actually, your whole body is. I really want you, Spin, I have for a long time. I’ve been dying to do this for years.”
That was news to Spencer. He’d had no idea that Ryan felt that way. He didn’t get a chance to dwell on it though because abruptly there was a wet heat surrounding his dick. It was Ryan’s mouth. It was Ryan’s hot, incredible mouth and it was on his dick. Spencer could not believe it at all.
He couldn’t conceivably do anything but stare. He’d only gotten head a handful of times in his entire life and having his best friend do it was just not something he’d ever expected to experience. Watching Ryan’s lips move over his cock was entrancing. Ryan’s tongue would dart out experimentally from time to time causing Spencer to make little whimpering noises. He seemed fearless and maybe a little bit like he’d done this before. When Spencer responded positively, with a little noise or a sharp intake of breath, Ryan must have made note, because he would repeat the movement, causing Spencer to moan in pleasure. When Ryan took the whole of his engorged member down his throat, Spencer threw his head back and cried out. He hadn’t even known that deep-throating was possible in real life but Ryan was definitely and wonderfully proving him wrong.
Spencer tried to watch, but found he couldn’t focus. Ryan continued his ministrations until Spencer was moaning constantly and writhing underneath him then he pulled off. Spencer let out a small whimper of shock. He tried very hard not to make an angry face at Ryan but he was so close, and to have Ryan’s hot mouth just disappear like that was worse than torture. His eyes shot open and he looked around the room. He knew Ryan had gotten up; there was no more heat and weight pressing in to him. He wanted to see where his friend had gone. He finally saw Ryan crouching over his bag and digging through it. Spencer, having gotten over a bit of the shock of being left so high and dry sat up and watched and when Ryan came back carrying a small bottle and a foil packet, he grinned.
Ryan blushed at his grin and Spencer thought it was so adorable that he pulled Ryan in for a kiss, despite where Ryan’s mouth had been mere seconds ago. “I didn’t really think that…” Ryan started.
“It’s fine, more than fine in fact,” Spencer replied, pulling Ryan closer again. “Do you still want to do this?”
Ryan didn’t even have to think about the answer; “Yes.”
Spencer heaved a small sigh of relief and smiled at Ryan, some of the shyness from earlier sneaking into the spread of his lips. “Ok. How do you want to do this, then?”
“I want to be able to look at you,” Ryan stated. Then, he looked a little nervously at Spencer; “I haven’t, you know, but I have played a little. Like, fingers and stuff.” Ryan had these long, amazing fingers. Spencer didn’t think he’d have believed that Ryan hadn’t experimented with them at least a little bit. “So I can do that part myself…”
“I want to watch.” The words surprised Spencer when they left his mouth without any warning or thought. He hadn’t known he’d had that desire but once it was voiced, he couldn’t deny it either. He moved so that he was less sprawling across the couch and more sitting in the corner so that he could see everything Ryan was doing to himself. Ryan stretched himself out on the available surface and spread his legs wide. Spence had never had a chance to look at another guy like that. Wow, he thought. In any other circumstance, this would seem weird, but Ryan looked so comfortable and so confident… and so hot. This was amazing. He watched as Ryan took the little bottle and spread some of the transparent liquid on two of his impossibly long fingers then dropped the bottle on his chest. He watched as he moved the fingers between his legs.
Spencer watched in rapt fascination. He watched Ryan slowly press that first finger in and stretch himself. He watched as the second finger joined the first and thought that he’d never seen anything so hot in his entire life. He had never thought of something like that being sexy, but watching, he couldn’t look away. It was just so fantastically erotic. He continued to watch in awe as Ryan cried out loudly. He must have found something inside of himself that made him feel really good. Spencer moaned himself at the noise, thinking of how nice it would be to make Ryan make that noise again. He just hoped he could find that same spot when he was there, inside of Ryan. Inside of Ryan… that was a lovely thought.
Finally, Ryan took his fingers out and beckoned to Spencer. Spencer came over and wrapped his arms around Ryan, stealing a brief kiss off the boy. Ryan pushed him back and motioned for him to stay still. He then grabbed the bottle and the condom. He leaned toward Spencer and opened the little packet. The sound of the crinkling foil sent a shock of anticipation through Spencer. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen. With him. With Ryan. Spencer let him roll the piece of latex on and shuddered a little because Ryan’s hand was touching his dick and soon his dick was going to be inside of Ryan and it was going to be amazing… Spencer barely even noticed Ryan lubing him up because of those thoughts. Once Ryan was done, Spencer watched him as he shifted away and then moved to straddle Spencer’s hips. He looked unsure of himself but Spencer gave him what he hoped to be an encouraging and confident look. He wasn’t worried, because if Spencer knew Ryan at all, then he knew that Ryan had definitely done his research.
Spencer bit back a groan when Ryan positioned himself over his dick and slowly, so, so slowly, began to lower himself onto it. He felt his eyes roll back because Ryan was tighter than any girl Spencer had ever had and he was so warm inside that Spencer wasn’t sure he could even stand it. It took all of the control that Spencer had, which wasn’t very much at this point, to not just grab Ryan’s hips and pull him down. It was excruciating, waiting while Ryan took his time to fully let Spencer in. This was Ryan’s first time like this though, so Spencer knew that it would be like this, and he didn’t want to do anything to make it hurt for his friend.
Ryan’s eyes were shut tight when Spencer was (finally) all the way inside. He looked like he was in pain and that made Spencer want to stop all of this right then. He looked at Ryan with wide eyes, “Ryan, dude, we don’t have to do this if it’s hurting you,” he said.
Ryan shook his head and bit down on his lip. “I want to. I knew it would hurt but there’s more… there’s more than that. I just need to get used to it…”
So they stayed there, motionless, Ryan was breathing heavily and saying something about feeling so full and then something about it being incredible but Spencer could barely hear his voice, so he couldn’t be entirely sure. Spencer was fighting every urge he had to start moving under Ryan’s solid weight on top of him. He looked up and met Ryan’s eyes and they just stared at each other, both comprehending the other’s wants and needs but still waiting a little bit longer to act on them. Spencer let out a deep breath and reached up to cup Ryan’s cheek gently. He wanted to say something but was unsure of what. He didn’t get much of a chance to dwell though because Ryan had decided at that moment that he was going to start moving.
The first movement was almost imperceptible, but then Ryan shifted his hips and created a whole new sensation for Spencer. “Oh my god,” Spencer managed to say before his words gave way to tight, strangled moans escaping his throat. It was so good. Spencer couldn’t believe that Ryan had never done this before because it was ridiculously good. Ryan was moving in earnest now, rolling his hips, bouncing on Spencer’s lap… Spencer was a mess of sweat, moans and thrusts. He brought his hand down to Ryan’s dick, only to meet Ryan’s own hand there. They gripped his member together, taking slow, long strokes at first but then increasing the tempo as the thrusts sped up.
Ryan came first with a cry of Spencer’s name but the feeling of Ryan’s walls squeezing around him made him come soon after. He thought that being inside Ryan, having Ryan ride him, was the best feeling ever. He couldn’t believe this was happening, had already happened but Ryan, gloriously naked Ryan, was slipping off of him then lying back down on top of him. Ryan leaned his face into Spencer’s, kissing him deeply. Spencer kissed back, making sure Ryan knew how satisfied he was but Spencer still hadn’t quite caught his breath yet so the kiss was stilted and messy. He brought his hands up and wrapped his arms around his friend tightly. “God,” was all he could manage to say.
“Exactly,” Ryan agreed. “You are the best boyfriend ever.”
Boyfriend… Spencer hadn’t really thought about that before but the thought didn’t bug him any. In fact, he thought that having Ryan as his boyfriend would quite possibly be very, very good. “Nu uh,” he said, “you are.”
Ryan smiled down at him and kissed him gently. Spencer knew everything about Ryan. He knew that Ryan sometimes acted like a complete girl about things like sex and dating. He knew that Ryan would want candies, valentines, fancy dinners and sweet, romantic late night conversations. Ryan liked being wooed and Spencer was more than willing to do this wooing. In fact, he was pretty excited to get to spoil his boyfriend. Ryan was probably the only one in all of Nevada that Spencer would be willing to do those things for, so Spencer was glad that they’d figured all of this out. He was looking forward to being the best boyfriend he could be for Ryan.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryan/Spencer
POV:Third-Spencer Centric
Summary: Spencer has a series of lessons that teach him how Ryan Ross really likes to be treated.
Disclaimer: This is totally fiction. I don’t own the boys and this never happened.
Author Notes: I wrote this for
lampshadesrrad because she wanted hot Ryspence pron. Since she’s rawkin’ awesome, I decided writing for her would be rad. The first lesson was taught to him when he was sixteen. Spencer’s mom had thought that putting an array of plants in his bedroom would make it brighter and more live-able. She thought that some pretty white lilies on top of his dresser would be absolutely perfect. She seemed to forget what had happened when his grandma had brought over the Easter lilies earlier that year…
Spencer was a sniffling miserable mess. He cursed as soon as he saw the flowers in his room and started taking a complete bitch fit. There was yelling, and screaming and the throwing of shoes; lots of shoes. Finally, his mother had told him that if he didn’t want them, it was his job to get rid of them. That was fine with him, as long as the damned allergens left his bedroom. He actually went directly up to his bedroom and picked up the potted plant and with it went directly over to Ryan’s house.
He knocked on the door gently when he got there. Things were always a little iffy over at Ryan’s house. Sometimes his dad would tell Spencer that he never needed to knock, that he was family. Other times, Spencer took one look at Mister Ross and dragged Ryan back to his place. Ryan answered the door though, so Spencer wasn’t sure which of those times this was. Ryan arched an eyebrow at him and Spencer just shrugged.
“What’s up, Spin?” Ryan asked, leaning against the doorway to his house.
“My mom put these flowers in my room,” Spencer said with a sniffle. “I’m all fucking allergic to them and she told me that if I didn’t want them, I’d have to find someone who did. You want them? I know you like flowers and shit.” He held the potted plant out toward his best friend and waited for Ryan to take them.
Ryan’s face was slack and he didn’t say anything. He held his arms out limply. Spencer had to actually force the flowers into his hands. Spencer was feeling a little awkward now though. Usually he could read Ryan easily, but this time he had no idea what Ryan was thinking. It seemed to take ages before Ryan recovered. He was staring at Spencer with this odd look of awe written across his face. It was like Spencer had done the most amazing thing ever and that no one else had done something like this for Ryan before. Spencer really didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
Finally, his friend did recover from the apparent shock and reached into the house and put the flowers down. He turned back to Spencer with a hand on his hip, thrusting them forward a little. “I like them, thanks.” Ryan’s voice was quiet and his brown eyes were still full of wonder. Spencer had no idea why his heart was fluttering at this point; it wasn’t like he was giving flowers to like, his girlfriend or anything, right?
Spencer smiled because really, Ryan didn’t have enough good stuff in his life, and if the flowers made him happy, then Spencer was glad his mom had left them in his room. “Good,” he proclaimed. “I’m going to head back home and uh… be allergic because I feel like shit.”
Spencer turned to leave but he was stopped by a pair of hands on his shoulders, wrenching him back around. His own eyes went wide because usually Ryan didn’t do things like that. His eyes went even wider when he felt the press of chapped lips against his, mixed with a muttered, ‘thanks’, and then the sound of the door shutting.
Spencer walked back home trying to piece together what exactly had happened on Ryan’s doorstep.
Spencer’s second lesson happened when he was seventeen. Neither Ryan nor Spencer mentioned the kissing incident after it happened; neither of them felt the need to. It was just gracious kiss between friends. It wasn’t a big deal at all. It didn’t happen again, so what was there to talk about anyway? Spencer was fine to leave it and apparently so was Ryan.
They were supposed to go to a movie that night. It was one that Ryan was dying to see. Spencer was just going along so that his friend didn’t have to go alone. Ryan had been asking his dad all week for money to go. Usually Ryan’s dad gave him money to do anything, just to get Ryan out of the house, but this time he was being a really big asshole about it. He was refusing to shell out the twenty dollars even though Ryan was doing tons of extra housework and such. It was opening night when Ryan showed up at Spencer’s doorstep looking completely defeated.
“I can’t go,” he said in his regular monotone. “My dad wouldn’t give me the money, so looks like it’s another night of video games and watching South Park.” He looked down at the steps and bit his lip.
“Fuck that, we’re going,” Spencer replied. “I can pay ten fucking dollars. You really want to see this, right? I guess we can share popcorn or something. I can take mom’s car. It’s not a big deal, Ryan.”
Ryan had that look on his face again, the one he’d had a year ago when Spencer had taken those lilies over to his house. It was all wide eyed and incredulous. Spencer had no idea why though, because it’s not like they didn’t pay for stuff for each other all the time. Ryan kind of leaned forward and gave Spencer a hug and Spencer hugged back even though being wrapped up in Ryan’s stick arms wasn’t what he’d expected to happen. When Ryan pulled away a few minutes too late for the hug to be considered platonic, he said, “We’d better hurry. I don’t want to miss the previews.” Ryan hated missing the previews.
The two of them hopped into Spencer’s mom’s car and drove off to the theatre. They shared popcorn and coke. Spencer bought them some nachos and some candy that Ryan had been eyeing mournfully through the glass. Spencer even let Ryan have the last sip of their coke because Ryan had a shitty week. Ryan looked at him like he was the nicest guy in the world and that sort of made Spencer feel really, really good. Maybe he should let Ryan have the last sip more often.
Ryan was acting a little bit weird after the movie though. He kept shooting Spencer these weird looks all through the drive home. His eyes were wide again and he was looking like Spencer had just like, saved his life or something. Spencer hadn’t noticed anyone that looked like they were out to get Ryan that night and he was sure that Ryan was no more suicidal than any other normal teenager, so he really just didn’t get it at all. He pulled up Ryan’s driveway and tried not to feel too awkward when he turned toward his friend to say good bye. At least while he was driving he had a good excuse to ignore the freaky looks that Ryan was giving him.
When he turned his head though, he was hit full on with that adoring look and he kind of felt his heart melt a little. He didn’t even know why. This was Ryan, his best friend. He’d known the dude since he was like, in diapers. Ryan Ross should not make his heart melt, not even a little. There it was though, complete and total melting of vital organs. He thought that maybe his brain was melting too… He blinked at Ryan a few times while he tried to make sense out of it all.
Ryan was biting his lip but when Spencer cocked his head to the side he stopped and smiled a small, sweet smile. “I had a really good time, Spin,” he said affectionately. “Like, really good. I’m glad we went.”
“Dude, that’s what friends are for,” Spencer said with another shrug. He felt like he’d been shrugging a lot lately.
“No,” Ryan replied. “You’re a really good friend, a best friend.” Ryan was leaning forward and Spencer was confused. Why was Ryan acting all weird all of a sudden? Spencer just didn’t get it. He was now sure that his brain was melting out of his ears, just like he was sure that his heart had melted into his veins and arteries. He was so focused on trying to figure out what to say to Ryan’s proclamation that he didn’t notice Ryan leaning forward. Just like the last time, Spencer failed to catch on to what was actually happening until Ryan’s lips were on his, kissing him softly.
For some reason, Spencer’s half melty brain decided to take over right then and figured that soft kisses weren’t quite enough this time. He pulled Ryan’s head closer and ran his tongue over his friend’s lips. He was actually a little surprised that Ryan responded so easily by opening his mouth to allow Spencer in; but Spencer sure as hell wasn’t going to complain. Ryan had really nice lips.
Ryan pressed in further, kissing Spencer harder than he’d really been going for but that was okay. Spencer had only really been keeping things light because his brain had melted out of his ears and he wasn’t exactly sure how far Ryan wanted this to go. Actually, he wasn’t sure how far he wanted this to go. As it turned out, he didn’t get much of a choice. Ryan unbuckled his seat belt in order to move closer to Spencer and tried to climb into Spencer’s lap. This would have been perfectly awesome if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were in a car and that cars had horns. Ryan also had these pointy elbows that tended (in this case) to hit the car horns.
They both jumped, pulling their lips away from each other and it seemed like Ryan was freaking out a little bit more than Spencer because he kept hitting the horn and freaking out more. Finally, he managed to make it back to his seat, calm his breathing and look back at Spencer. Spencer had been watching him the whole time, so he kind of just smiled at Ryan sheepishly. Ryan was blushing but holding his gaze. “Maybe that was a bad idea,” he admitted.
Spencer nodded and watches as Ryan opened the door to the car. “See you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah, see you,” said Ryan as he climbed out. He did a cute little wave at Spencer then scampered up to his door, where he waved again.
Spencer drove back home trying to piece together what exactly had happened just then in the car.
By the time his third and final lesson was taught, Spencer was actually starting to figure this out, a little. When the third lesson came, it wasn’t so much taught to him. It was more a test for Ryan. Spencer was starting to see that whenever he did something nice for Ryan, he got kissed. It didn’t even have to be something ridiculously heartfelt, it just had to be something sweet that Ryan hadn’t been expecting him to do. Ryan hadn’t expected Spencer to show up on his doorstep with lilies. Ryan hadn’t expected him to shell out a good thirty dollars for them to go see a movie that he didn’t even want to see. Both of these times had ended up in kisses. Spencer was also pretty sure there would have been a little bit more than just kissing involved the last time if the car horn hadn’t gotten in the way…
The test was a simple one and was easily carried out one night in Spencer’s basement. He and Ryan got together three weeks after the car incident to hang out, play video games and watch movies. Eventually, them being growing teenage boys and all, they got hungry. Spencer’s parents were away for the weekend and had left him money to buy food for him and Ryan. Of course they knew that Ryan would be over because he was Spencer’s best friend and if there were no parents around, they could do all sorts of ridiculous boy things together.
Spencer ordered the pizza and then got up to pay for it when the doorbell rang. He brought it down and they dug right in, pretty much destroying the whole thing. There was one piece left and even though Spencer had been eyeing it for almost a half hour, he pushed it toward Ryan, saying, “You can have it, dude, I’m so fucking full.” Spencer was pretty sure that the pizza wasn’t going to be quite enough to get a reaction like the previous two out of Ryan but he had something else prepared as well.
Ryan munches on the soggy slice contentedly as they continue to stare at the tv. They’d taken a break from beating each other’s asses at Mario Party and stuck in a movie, so that they could dedicate their full attention to ingesting the greasy substance. Instead of sitting there and waiting though, Spencer went to get the rest of his ‘surprise’. Ryan’s birthday was in two weeks and his favourite band, Fall Out Boy were, by some incredible coincidence, going to be in Vegas on that exact day. Ryan and Spencer already had tickets, obviously but what Ryan didn’t know was that Spencer had pulled every single string he could manage and scored them backstage passes to the show.
He dug through his underwear drawer because that was where he kept all of his secrets and pulled the passes out. This was going to be the best surprise ever. He shoved them in his pocket and walked back into the living room, where Ryan was licking his fingers to rid them of the remnants of grease and cheese. “Hey,” he said when Spencer sat back down beside him.
“Hey,” Spencer replied. “I have something for you.” He reached into the pocket of his tight jeans and pulled out the passes. He just casually handed them to Ryan and looked back over at the movie because despite the effort he’d had to put in to getting those, he wanted to act like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Ryan would know though, he was like Pete Wentz’s biggest fangirl. He’d know how hard those things were to get.
Spencer chanced a look out of the corner of his eye and grinned to himself when he saw the absolutely incredulous look on his friend’s face. Ryan was still staring down at Spencer’s little gift. It seemed as if Ryan was holding his breath, or blinking too much just to make sure that the tickets in his hands wouldn’t disappear. Finally, his gazed slipped back up to Spencer and all of a sudden, Spencer had his arms full of Ryan. “Oh my GOD, Spin!” he cried. “I can’t believe, oh my god, I think I might die. Oh my GOD! How did you- Never mind. Oh my god.”
Ryan went on like that for a few more moments and Spencer just sat there, holding his wriggling friend and feeling smug. He’d totally gotten Ryan the best birthday present ever. No one was ever going to give him something better than this. Ryan was getting to meet his idol and it was all because of Spencer. Ryan seemed to realize this at basically the same time because there were lips against his and a tongue forcing itself into Spencer’s mouth. For the record, Spencer had not begged, borrowed and stolen for those tickets because he was sure it would make his friend kiss him again. He bought them because he knew Ryan would love to meet Pete. The kisses were just an added bonus.
Spencer shifted his hands so that they were resting on Ryan’s hips, pulling him closer into the embrace. He kissed him harder, marveling about how different this was from being with a girl. Ryan was all hard angles, stubble and rough kisses. He wasn’t tip toeing around what he wanted, like most of the girls Spencer had been with. Spencer liked that. He didn’t want to pretend that this wasn’t exactly what he’d wanted for the past year; ever since he’d given Ryan those lilies.
He hadn’t realized it right away, but slowly things became clearer. He’d thought about kissing Ryan again after the first lip encounter but he’d never felt brave enough to act on that urge. Perhaps he’d just needed Ryan there to make the first move. During that year, they’d both had girlfriends but Spencer had found himself thinking, more often than not, about what it would be like to be with Ryan instead of some self conscious teenage girl that he barely knew and was too hard on herself to show him who she really was. With Ryan, it wasn’t like that at all; they’d known each other forever so there was no point in pretending to be someone else.
Spencer thought that he and Ryan would be good together and once they finished making out, he was intending on telling his friend that. Currently though, his mouth was far too occupied with Ryan’s lips and tongue. His hands tightened on Ryan’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Ryan’s knee came up beside his thigh and then… oh. Oh, that was nice. Even through the fabric, Ryan’s harness brushing against his own felt incredible. Spencer hadn’t even realized he was that hard. Ryan pulled away from him and looked at him in wonderment. Apparently he hadn’t been aware of his own arousal either.
Spencer cocked his head to the side. “So?” he asked. He wanted to ask Ryan what he intended to do about both of their obvious problems but he felt a little bit shy about it. He knew that it was just Ryan, Ryan who he could talk to about anything… but… It was a little bit hard to think of how exactly he was going to talk to Ryan about having sex with Ryan. He hadn’t anticipated this awkwardness when they’d first started kissing.
“Spin, you are the best friend ever,” Ryan replied. His voice was deep and nearly breathless. It was nothing like Ryan’s usual monotone. “I am going to kiss you so hard that you won’t even be able to think. Then I’m going to take off your clothes and we’re going to touch each other everywhere.” Obviously Ryan had no trouble broaching the subject. Spencer grinned. “And then, I’m going to let you make love to me.”
Spencer almost snorted; almost. He didn’t because he was afraid that Ryan would call the whole thing off and that wasn’t something he wanted at all. He was saved though, because Ryan’s lips were being pressed back up against his and Ryan was slowly pushing Spencer down onto the couch. Everything around them faded as hungry lips met one another. It was so different from anything that Spencer had ever experienced. He had been with girls enough times before to know how to kiss, but kissing a guy, kissing Ryan, was so different.
Ryan’s face was rough with stubble even though Spencer knew that he obsessively shaved every day. His pretty lips were chapped, making the kiss feel rough even though with a girl, it wouldn’t have felt that way at all. Ryan was using his teeth against Spencer’s lips, tugging, nipping, and nibbling against his mouth. Spencer was trying very hard not to cry out but it was very difficult. Ryan was writhing on top of him, pressing their bodies together tightly and Spencer was pretty sure that if he were to let go of Ryan’s hips, they’d both tumble from the couch onto the floor. The floor wasn’t such a bad idea though… there was a lot more room down there…
Before Spencer could think to actually get them to the carpet, there was a new urgency to their kisses that needed to be met. The kisses took a more dominant turn. Ryan brought his lips down and kissed Spencer almost like it was a challenge and Spencer had always been one to fight back. Spencer was used to leading when it came to sex. Somehow Ryan was managing to take that control away from him.
He liked it.
Spencer’s hands had long since moved from Ryan’s hips and were moving up Ryan’s body, getting acquainted with it in ways that he’d dreamed of but never actually experienced before. Spencer felt Ryan’s calloused fingertips explored Spencer’s body, tickling here, stroking there. Spencer was exploring, too, reveling in the beauty of Ryan’s body. He ran his hands down Ryan’s back, catching him near the hem of his t-shirt with just the tiniest suggestion of nails. This made Ryan arch up, grinding his body more forcefully into Spencer’s. Spencer then reached down lower, grasping Ryan’s ass. Any shyness that was in the room before was now gone, not that there really had been too much in the first place. This was Ryan. Spencer knew Ryan better than anyone and really, this just felt like another part of their tight relationship, just another side that they hadn’t yet explored. “Fuck Ry,” was all that was muffled between frenzied kisses exchanged between the two excited boys.
Now that their shirts had hit the floor, Ryan started kissing his way down Spencer’s body, making little patterns with his kisses; circling a nipple, nipping at it, sliding down the front of his chest down to his stomach, then lifting and tonguing Spencer’s belly button. This made a tremor travel down Spencer’s body and a deep moan to break the otherwise relative silence. Ryan continued moving downwards, down his meager treasure trail while Spencer was awash in a sea of moans and sighs. It wasn’t until Ryan reached the waist of Spencer’s boxers that there was a pause again. Touching the hem of the underwear was the real reminder that neither boy was naked and that if they continued, there would be no turning back.
It wasn’t the act of seeing each other naked that worried Spencer. He knew what he wanted. It was what the act implied that held so much foreboding. Spencer and Ryan had seen each other naked before, but an accidental glimpse was far different from this intentional exploration of bared skin. It didn’t take either of them very long to get down to their boxers, but then they just stopped. Spencer stared at Ryan, trying to read him. He was a little nervous that Ryan would not want to go through with this. Usually reading Ryan this was something that just came naturally to him, but this was the kind of situation that couldn’t be pre-conceived. Spencer moved his hands down Ryan’s flat stomach and slipped just the tips of his fingers into his underwear, just below Ryan’s bony hips, and raised an eyebrow. “Ry, is this ok?”
Ryan rocked his hips against Spencer and wordlessly started kissing Spencer’s neck. He moved his way up to his mouth, and kissed passionately. Spencer was on fire. He was surprised that the mere pressure of his fingers on Ryan’s too hot skin wasn’t making them both burst into flames. Ryan moved his head away from Spencer’s, and in a barely audible whisper said, “Of course. There’s nothing I want more, right now.”
Spencer nodded and slipped the rest of his fingers down into Ryan’s boxers and slowly pulled them off. He tried not to focus on what he was doing so that he wouldn’t lose his nerve. He pushed the boxers down to Ryan’s feet, where he kicked them off, and then Ryan did the same for him. Spencer’s head was swimming. He could not get over the fact that his best friend was naked on top of him. Moreover, he couldn’t believe that he was okay with it. These feelings had been building up since the first whisper soft kiss in Ryan’s doorway over a year ago, but he had never thought they would go anywhere. Kids his age were supposed to have weird feelings, right? They were supposed to experiment and learn about who they were. He just figured the desire to kiss Ryan again would go away. Now he realized how lucky he was that they didn’t. He couldn’t stop staring, he couldn’t stop touching. His hands were shaking with ever brush of skin to his fingertips. This was amazing. It was… It was Ryan.
Ryan looked so good there on top of him. His pale skin glowed under the harsh fluorescent light. Spencer had no idea how he managed to keep himself so pale, they did live in a desert but he wasn’t about to start complaining. He loved the way the paleness of Ryan’s skin was offset by his, only a few shades darker. He loved the way his tanned hand looked sprawled across Ryan’s hip, or better yet, Ryan’s ass.
Ryan began to kiss over Spencer’s shoulders and neck, taking his time with long, slow licks then going fast, placing firecracker kisses all over the place. It seemed as if he didn’t want to leave a single piece of Spencer’s torso clean. He kissed almost methodically, drawing shapes on his skin with kisses then filling them in, throwing in the occasional nip to, as it seemed to Spencer, keep him in reality. This was all happening so quickly that it was easy to get caught up and forget the situation; Ryan was just pulling him back to himself, making sure to keep all of this real. Slowly, Ryan’s kisses began to drift lower, over Spencer’s stomach and then his hips. “Oh god, Spin, your hips are incredible.” Ryan leaned down and ran his mouth, tongue and teeth, over one of them then smiled up at Spencer sweetly. “Actually, your whole body is. I really want you, Spin, I have for a long time. I’ve been dying to do this for years.”
That was news to Spencer. He’d had no idea that Ryan felt that way. He didn’t get a chance to dwell on it though because abruptly there was a wet heat surrounding his dick. It was Ryan’s mouth. It was Ryan’s hot, incredible mouth and it was on his dick. Spencer could not believe it at all.
He couldn’t conceivably do anything but stare. He’d only gotten head a handful of times in his entire life and having his best friend do it was just not something he’d ever expected to experience. Watching Ryan’s lips move over his cock was entrancing. Ryan’s tongue would dart out experimentally from time to time causing Spencer to make little whimpering noises. He seemed fearless and maybe a little bit like he’d done this before. When Spencer responded positively, with a little noise or a sharp intake of breath, Ryan must have made note, because he would repeat the movement, causing Spencer to moan in pleasure. When Ryan took the whole of his engorged member down his throat, Spencer threw his head back and cried out. He hadn’t even known that deep-throating was possible in real life but Ryan was definitely and wonderfully proving him wrong.
Spencer tried to watch, but found he couldn’t focus. Ryan continued his ministrations until Spencer was moaning constantly and writhing underneath him then he pulled off. Spencer let out a small whimper of shock. He tried very hard not to make an angry face at Ryan but he was so close, and to have Ryan’s hot mouth just disappear like that was worse than torture. His eyes shot open and he looked around the room. He knew Ryan had gotten up; there was no more heat and weight pressing in to him. He wanted to see where his friend had gone. He finally saw Ryan crouching over his bag and digging through it. Spencer, having gotten over a bit of the shock of being left so high and dry sat up and watched and when Ryan came back carrying a small bottle and a foil packet, he grinned.
Ryan blushed at his grin and Spencer thought it was so adorable that he pulled Ryan in for a kiss, despite where Ryan’s mouth had been mere seconds ago. “I didn’t really think that…” Ryan started.
“It’s fine, more than fine in fact,” Spencer replied, pulling Ryan closer again. “Do you still want to do this?”
Ryan didn’t even have to think about the answer; “Yes.”
Spencer heaved a small sigh of relief and smiled at Ryan, some of the shyness from earlier sneaking into the spread of his lips. “Ok. How do you want to do this, then?”
“I want to be able to look at you,” Ryan stated. Then, he looked a little nervously at Spencer; “I haven’t, you know, but I have played a little. Like, fingers and stuff.” Ryan had these long, amazing fingers. Spencer didn’t think he’d have believed that Ryan hadn’t experimented with them at least a little bit. “So I can do that part myself…”
“I want to watch.” The words surprised Spencer when they left his mouth without any warning or thought. He hadn’t known he’d had that desire but once it was voiced, he couldn’t deny it either. He moved so that he was less sprawling across the couch and more sitting in the corner so that he could see everything Ryan was doing to himself. Ryan stretched himself out on the available surface and spread his legs wide. Spence had never had a chance to look at another guy like that. Wow, he thought. In any other circumstance, this would seem weird, but Ryan looked so comfortable and so confident… and so hot. This was amazing. He watched as Ryan took the little bottle and spread some of the transparent liquid on two of his impossibly long fingers then dropped the bottle on his chest. He watched as he moved the fingers between his legs.
Spencer watched in rapt fascination. He watched Ryan slowly press that first finger in and stretch himself. He watched as the second finger joined the first and thought that he’d never seen anything so hot in his entire life. He had never thought of something like that being sexy, but watching, he couldn’t look away. It was just so fantastically erotic. He continued to watch in awe as Ryan cried out loudly. He must have found something inside of himself that made him feel really good. Spencer moaned himself at the noise, thinking of how nice it would be to make Ryan make that noise again. He just hoped he could find that same spot when he was there, inside of Ryan. Inside of Ryan… that was a lovely thought.
Finally, Ryan took his fingers out and beckoned to Spencer. Spencer came over and wrapped his arms around Ryan, stealing a brief kiss off the boy. Ryan pushed him back and motioned for him to stay still. He then grabbed the bottle and the condom. He leaned toward Spencer and opened the little packet. The sound of the crinkling foil sent a shock of anticipation through Spencer. He couldn’t believe this was about to happen. With him. With Ryan. Spencer let him roll the piece of latex on and shuddered a little because Ryan’s hand was touching his dick and soon his dick was going to be inside of Ryan and it was going to be amazing… Spencer barely even noticed Ryan lubing him up because of those thoughts. Once Ryan was done, Spencer watched him as he shifted away and then moved to straddle Spencer’s hips. He looked unsure of himself but Spencer gave him what he hoped to be an encouraging and confident look. He wasn’t worried, because if Spencer knew Ryan at all, then he knew that Ryan had definitely done his research.
Spencer bit back a groan when Ryan positioned himself over his dick and slowly, so, so slowly, began to lower himself onto it. He felt his eyes roll back because Ryan was tighter than any girl Spencer had ever had and he was so warm inside that Spencer wasn’t sure he could even stand it. It took all of the control that Spencer had, which wasn’t very much at this point, to not just grab Ryan’s hips and pull him down. It was excruciating, waiting while Ryan took his time to fully let Spencer in. This was Ryan’s first time like this though, so Spencer knew that it would be like this, and he didn’t want to do anything to make it hurt for his friend.
Ryan’s eyes were shut tight when Spencer was (finally) all the way inside. He looked like he was in pain and that made Spencer want to stop all of this right then. He looked at Ryan with wide eyes, “Ryan, dude, we don’t have to do this if it’s hurting you,” he said.
Ryan shook his head and bit down on his lip. “I want to. I knew it would hurt but there’s more… there’s more than that. I just need to get used to it…”
So they stayed there, motionless, Ryan was breathing heavily and saying something about feeling so full and then something about it being incredible but Spencer could barely hear his voice, so he couldn’t be entirely sure. Spencer was fighting every urge he had to start moving under Ryan’s solid weight on top of him. He looked up and met Ryan’s eyes and they just stared at each other, both comprehending the other’s wants and needs but still waiting a little bit longer to act on them. Spencer let out a deep breath and reached up to cup Ryan’s cheek gently. He wanted to say something but was unsure of what. He didn’t get much of a chance to dwell though because Ryan had decided at that moment that he was going to start moving.
The first movement was almost imperceptible, but then Ryan shifted his hips and created a whole new sensation for Spencer. “Oh my god,” Spencer managed to say before his words gave way to tight, strangled moans escaping his throat. It was so good. Spencer couldn’t believe that Ryan had never done this before because it was ridiculously good. Ryan was moving in earnest now, rolling his hips, bouncing on Spencer’s lap… Spencer was a mess of sweat, moans and thrusts. He brought his hand down to Ryan’s dick, only to meet Ryan’s own hand there. They gripped his member together, taking slow, long strokes at first but then increasing the tempo as the thrusts sped up.
Ryan came first with a cry of Spencer’s name but the feeling of Ryan’s walls squeezing around him made him come soon after. He thought that being inside Ryan, having Ryan ride him, was the best feeling ever. He couldn’t believe this was happening, had already happened but Ryan, gloriously naked Ryan, was slipping off of him then lying back down on top of him. Ryan leaned his face into Spencer’s, kissing him deeply. Spencer kissed back, making sure Ryan knew how satisfied he was but Spencer still hadn’t quite caught his breath yet so the kiss was stilted and messy. He brought his hands up and wrapped his arms around his friend tightly. “God,” was all he could manage to say.
“Exactly,” Ryan agreed. “You are the best boyfriend ever.”
Boyfriend… Spencer hadn’t really thought about that before but the thought didn’t bug him any. In fact, he thought that having Ryan as his boyfriend would quite possibly be very, very good. “Nu uh,” he said, “you are.”
Ryan smiled down at him and kissed him gently. Spencer knew everything about Ryan. He knew that Ryan sometimes acted like a complete girl about things like sex and dating. He knew that Ryan would want candies, valentines, fancy dinners and sweet, romantic late night conversations. Ryan liked being wooed and Spencer was more than willing to do this wooing. In fact, he was pretty excited to get to spoil his boyfriend. Ryan was probably the only one in all of Nevada that Spencer would be willing to do those things for, so Spencer was glad that they’d figured all of this out. He was looking forward to being the best boyfriend he could be for Ryan.