Coffee: Cake and Kisses
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hidethekeyTitle: Coffee: Cake and Kisses
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: Third
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written bythewildandfree. Brendon is baking a cake and Ryan seems pretty insistent on preventing that from happening. Takes place about a week after the end of Coffee.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing withthewildandfree ‘s ‘verse here
Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely forthewildandfree, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta katofantastic Enjoy:)
Link:thewildandfree’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should.
Here are my former Coffee installments:
More Coffee Please!
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Brendon sticks his finger into the container of Betty Crocker icing and digs out a huge dollop. He’s just about to lick all of the warm, gooey sweet frosting off himself, when his wrist is caught between the fingers of another. The hand pulls at his, brings it up and the person who’d wrapped their hand around his licks all of his icing off his finger. So much for the sugar coma he’d wanted to induce upon himself.
“Ryan…” he whines, “That was my cake icing. You stole it. I can’t believe you stole it. There was a whole container full and you stole mine.”
Ryan grins at Brendon, pushes up against him and makes him fall back against the counter. “It tastes better on you, baby,” he says.
Brendon pretty much just melts against the counter and lets Ryan press into him. He also reaches beside himself and swirls his finger around in the icing once again, only to be foiled by Ryan stealing it. “Ryan!” Brendon cries. “Stop stealing my icing, you little bitch.”
Ryan licks his lips and grins, “Why don’t you try and get more?”
Brendon makes a face. “Cuz you’d just steal it because you’re an icing stealer,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, like Ryan is stupid for not knowing the answer.
“There are other ways of getting more,” Ryan replies. He presses his hips into Brendon’s and Brendon is starting to get the idea.
“Like what?” Brendon demands. “I can’t pick up the container and stick my tongue into it, Spencer would never eat the cake I’m making if I did.”
Ryan tries to look innocent as he presses Brendon further into the counter but the look fails. Brendon knows that Ryan isn’t innocent and that he hasn’t been for some time either. Ryan cocks his head to the side and peers at Brendon through his bangs, “Well, you’ll just have to get more and we’ll see what happens. There are other ways of getting icing, you know.”
Brendon makes a face at him, “You’re dirty,” he says. He makes a move to pull away but Ryan keeps his hands tight on Brendon’s hips. “I’m going to tell Jon that you’re trying to compromise my innocence.”
“Your innocence was compromised last week.”
“I know, and it was awesome,” Brendon says with a wide grin. He reaches over in one last attempt to get the icing into his own mouth only to have Ryan practically attack his frosting covered finger with his mouth and lick all of the sweetness away again! Brendon is really starting to get tired of never even getting to taste the wonderfulness that is french vanilla whipped cake topping. Before he has the chance to voice his complaints though, Ryan’s mouth is on his, tasting exactly like the sweetness that Brendon had been seeking. Only, it’s better because it’s Ryan’s mouth on his and Brendon still hasn’t really gotten over how fucking good Ryan’s kisses feel.
When Ryan moves away from him, Brendon follows him with his mouth, pulling him into another deep kiss and pushing his hips against Ryan’s skinny ones. Brendon runs his tongue over Ryan’s lips and then meets Ryan’s tongue with his own when Ryan opens up to him. He grasps at Ryan’s hips, pulling them closer to himself. Brendon finds that ever since Ryan had rid him of his dreaded virginity the week previous, Brendon wants to be naked with Ryan all the time, all over the apartment. He slips his hand beneath Ryan’s waistband.
“Brendon…” Ryan warns, he pulls away and his eyes flash. “We can’t do this in the kitchen, people eat in here. Spencer will kick our asses.”
Brendon slips his hand further down and says, “Spencer doesn’t even live here. Besides, I definitely walked in on him blowing Jon in here like, two days ago. If he finds out, I’m totally using that against him.”
“Well, in that case…” Ryan smirks then proceeds to strip off his shirt.
Brendon grins at him and does the same with his own shirt. “In that case indeed,” he says before leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Ryan’s again. He searches Ryan’s mouth thoroughly for that sweet taste he’s craving and finds early on that he’s already cleared it out. That’s easily remedied, however, as he dips his finger into the icing again and then smears it all over Ryan’s chest. Ryan makes an objecting noise but it soon turns into an appreciative one when Brendon drops his head and begins to mouth all over Ryan’s chest and not only in the spots he’d smeared the icing. He licks all the way down to Ryan’s waist band then attempts to undo the button and zipper with his teeth. Needless to say, Brendon fails miserably. Soon enough he’s abandoning his original attempt and just undoing Ryan’s pants with his fingers. He wants Ryan’s dick, he wants it hot and heavy, he wants it in his mouth.
Ryan pulls away before Brendon has the chance to free his dick and lick over it, swirling his tongue around the heated skin. Brendon protests at the loss. He reaches his hands forward, trying to grasp Ryan’s hips and pull him back so that Brendon can have that sweet taste on his tongue. He misses though but feels Ryan’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him up. Although he doesn’t want to go, he does and is rewarded with the quickest, dirtiest kiss he’s ever experienced. Ryan licks into his mouth, bites his lip and finally pulls away after mere seconds. “I want you to fuck me, B,” Ryan breathes hot against Brendon’s jaw.
“Be right back,” Brendon replies. He wrenches himself away from Ryan, completely unwillingly then rushes off to their bedroom. While there, Brendon strips off his jeans and grabs their lubricant from the bedside table. He hopes that Ryan is naked too, by the time he gets back. To his absolute delight, Ryan is. Brendon is popping open the bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers before he’s even close to Ryan. Once he gets there, Brendon attacks Ryan’s mouth, teeth and tongue and lips crashing and sliding against each other. Brendon presses his body tight to Ryan’s and groans when he feels their dicks rub together.
“Fuck, Brendon,” Ryan breathes into his mouth. “Baby, oh my god,” is all Brendon hears as he pushes the first finger past Ryan’s tight ring of muscle. Ryan presses his hips forward, looking for more. Brendon moves his finger around as he mouths Ryan’s neck. Ryan has his head thrown back, his eyes are closed. He’s making tiny little breathy noises that are making Brendon’s dick twitch. Brendon can’t wait. He’s getting impatient. He wants it, he wants it now. He inserts another finger into Ryan and scissors both digits quickly. By this time, Brendon’s mouth is in the crook between Ryan’s shoulder and neck and he’s sucking so hard that Ryan’s moaning and pushing into Brendon’s hand even more. Brendon knows it’s still a little too early but he can’t help it, he pushes in the third finger and kisses Ryan’s gasp away.
Brendon continues to kiss Ryan through his preparations until Ryan is loose, pliant against him and ready. That’s when Brendon pulls his fingers out after one more press to Ryan’s prostate. Ryan glares at him but his eyes are dark, glazed over with lust and Brendon knows that his dick is far better at pleasuring his lover than his fingers are. He rolls on a condom, lubes himself up and then forces Ryan’s legs apart.
Ryan spreads them easily, willingly, all the while muttering for Brendon to get a move on. Brendon complies, pressing further into Ryan and lining himself up. “You ready, baby?” he asks.
“God, just hurry up!” Ryan demands.
Brendon pushes in.
He waits until Ryan adjusts, until his body relaxes and then pushes in up to the hilt. Brendon is sweating, he has been since before they’d taken their clothing off but he can feel the slickness of Ryan’s chest. Ryan is grasping at his shoulders, his fingernails are digging into Brendon’s skin and Ryan is demanding that Brendon move already, fuck. Brendon is altogether too willing to do so. He starts slowly, just moving his hips in tiny little circles, barely pulling out of Ryan’s heated body before pushing himself back in. He can feel Ryan loosen around his dick even more and as that happens, Brendon deepens his thrusts slightly.
Brendon brings his hands up and digs his fingers into Ryan’s hips. He pulls his lover forward and begins to push in harder. He can feel Ryan around him, hot and tight and awesome. He can hear Ryan’s little pants, his quiet moans. It’s all Brendon can do to not pull Ryan down onto the floor and just fuck hard, fast and dirty. Brendon bites down on Ryan’s shoulder and then pulls all the way out. “Down, down, down, get on the floor, wanna fuck you. I want you so badly, Ryan…”
Ryan makes a noise, a begging, pleading noise. He wants this just as much as Brendon does now. He pushes at Brendon’s shoulders, forcing him away, “Yes, oh god, yes…” he says as he goes down. He sprawls himself out on the linoleum in the kitchen. Brendon is on top of him immediately, kissing his mouth open, licking into it and repositioning himself against Ryan’s entrance. He thinks briefly about climbing down Ryan’s body, to actually lick over his dick, just to taste it but he doesn’t. He really just wants to get off now. He shifts his hips forward and just goes for it, he doesn’t even wait. At this point, he’s not even sure if he can.
Brendon pushes into Ryan over and over again. He brings his hand down, between their slick bodies and wraps his fingers around Ryan’s hardness. It’s a little too dry, Brendon knows, but he’d left the lubricant on the counter and he’s not about to get up and get it. Ryan doesn’t seem to mind either, because he’s pushing up into Brendon’s hand, pushing up onto Brendon’s dick and making the sweetest little sounds. Brendon presses his mouth to Ryan’s but it’s less a kiss and more of open mouths sliding against each other. Ryan is close, his eyes are clenched shut and he’s panting hard. “Brendon…” he manages to say and Brendon just kisses down his neck as he continues his thrusts and his strokes.
Ryan looks amazing in the throes of orgasm. Brendon knows that it’s really easy to make him come but that doesn’t bother him at all. It just means that they can do it more often because Ryan also has a very short refractory period. So does Brendon, it works out. Ryan’s brow clenches and he lets out the most amazing sound when he comes. It’s musical, really. Brendon wants to hear him sing it. He bites his lower lip, teeth white against the flesh of it. There are tiny beads of sweat around his hairline and finally, when his muscles are done clenching around Brendon, causing a deep pool of warmth to form at the base of Brendon’s dick, he opens his eyes. They’re dark, deep pools of chocolate, sated but at the same time demanding. Ryan wants him to get off now and Brendon… Brendon wants that too.
He moves his hand from Ryan’s penis, doesn’t even bother to wipe it before repositioning it on Ryan’s hip and then thrusting into Ryan in earnest. He needs to be quick about it because this is about to get really uncomfortable for Ryan but Brendon is a teenager. He’s a teenager that’s just recently been exposed to sex so being quick isn’t really a problem at all. It only takes a few more thrusts before the pool of heat in Brendon’s belly is overflowing, exploding through his veins, his nerve endings, his cock. He comes with a cry, thrusts a few more times and then pulls out and collapses against Ryan, the tremors of his orgasm still wracking his body. Ryan holds him close, kisses his jaw through it then grins at him when he finally opens his eyes again.
They stay like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms, naked on the kitchen floor until they decide that they need to move. Brendon pulls himself off of Ryan and stands up slowly. He pulls off the condom, makes a face and tosses it into the trashcan. He also makes a face at Ryan’s drying come splattered across his stomach and the now smeared icing that had been transferred from Ryan’s body onto his own. He looks at his now standing boyfriend and arches a brow at him. “So, sexy shower time?” he asks. He knows that his grin is dorky but he also knows that Ryan thinks it’s adorable.
“Who am I to say no to my hot, naked boyfriend?” Ryan replies. He slides his hand into Brendon’s and makes a face because it’s definitely the sticky one.
“Does that mean yes?” Brendon asks.
“Yes, it means yes, silly. Besides, someone got me all full of icing…” Ryan smiles at him sweetly and leads him toward the bathroom. They leave their clothing on the kitchen floor and the half made cake on the counter. Brendon can finish that up later. He follows Ryan into the bathroom and they both get into the shower.
Brendon is just about to go down on Ryan when they both hear banging on the door. Brendon snaps his gaze over to it, eyes wide. Spencer’s voice carries over the sound of the water all around them. “I know that you fucked in the kitchen, douchebags!” he yells, “you left your lube on the counter! I’d appreciate it if you plan to fuck in the kitchen again, that you don’t leave any evidence next time!”
Brendon had been about to go down on Ryan but now he’s on the floor of the shower, laughing too hard to be able to do anything productive. He’ll have to remember to lecture Spencer about being too loud when he and Jon are getting it on in the kitchen then, because it’s not like that was something he wanted to hear. Ryan sprawls out next to him, amusement clear on his own face. Brendon leans forward to kiss it, kiss those smiley lips because he can now, and it’s awesome.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: Third
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written by
thewildandfree. Brendon is baking a cake and Ryan seems pretty insistent on preventing that from happening. Takes place about a week after the end of Coffee.Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing with
thewildandfree ‘s ‘verse hereAuthor Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely for
thewildandfree, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta katofantastic Enjoy:)Link:
thewildandfree’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should. Here are my former Coffee installments:
More Coffee Please!
.
Brendon sticks his finger into the container of Betty Crocker icing and digs out a huge dollop. He’s just about to lick all of the warm, gooey sweet frosting off himself, when his wrist is caught between the fingers of another. The hand pulls at his, brings it up and the person who’d wrapped their hand around his licks all of his icing off his finger. So much for the sugar coma he’d wanted to induce upon himself.
“Ryan…” he whines, “That was my cake icing. You stole it. I can’t believe you stole it. There was a whole container full and you stole mine.”
Ryan grins at Brendon, pushes up against him and makes him fall back against the counter. “It tastes better on you, baby,” he says.
Brendon pretty much just melts against the counter and lets Ryan press into him. He also reaches beside himself and swirls his finger around in the icing once again, only to be foiled by Ryan stealing it. “Ryan!” Brendon cries. “Stop stealing my icing, you little bitch.”
Ryan licks his lips and grins, “Why don’t you try and get more?”
Brendon makes a face. “Cuz you’d just steal it because you’re an icing stealer,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever, like Ryan is stupid for not knowing the answer.
“There are other ways of getting more,” Ryan replies. He presses his hips into Brendon’s and Brendon is starting to get the idea.
“Like what?” Brendon demands. “I can’t pick up the container and stick my tongue into it, Spencer would never eat the cake I’m making if I did.”
Ryan tries to look innocent as he presses Brendon further into the counter but the look fails. Brendon knows that Ryan isn’t innocent and that he hasn’t been for some time either. Ryan cocks his head to the side and peers at Brendon through his bangs, “Well, you’ll just have to get more and we’ll see what happens. There are other ways of getting icing, you know.”
Brendon makes a face at him, “You’re dirty,” he says. He makes a move to pull away but Ryan keeps his hands tight on Brendon’s hips. “I’m going to tell Jon that you’re trying to compromise my innocence.”
“Your innocence was compromised last week.”
“I know, and it was awesome,” Brendon says with a wide grin. He reaches over in one last attempt to get the icing into his own mouth only to have Ryan practically attack his frosting covered finger with his mouth and lick all of the sweetness away again! Brendon is really starting to get tired of never even getting to taste the wonderfulness that is french vanilla whipped cake topping. Before he has the chance to voice his complaints though, Ryan’s mouth is on his, tasting exactly like the sweetness that Brendon had been seeking. Only, it’s better because it’s Ryan’s mouth on his and Brendon still hasn’t really gotten over how fucking good Ryan’s kisses feel.
When Ryan moves away from him, Brendon follows him with his mouth, pulling him into another deep kiss and pushing his hips against Ryan’s skinny ones. Brendon runs his tongue over Ryan’s lips and then meets Ryan’s tongue with his own when Ryan opens up to him. He grasps at Ryan’s hips, pulling them closer to himself. Brendon finds that ever since Ryan had rid him of his dreaded virginity the week previous, Brendon wants to be naked with Ryan all the time, all over the apartment. He slips his hand beneath Ryan’s waistband.
“Brendon…” Ryan warns, he pulls away and his eyes flash. “We can’t do this in the kitchen, people eat in here. Spencer will kick our asses.”
Brendon slips his hand further down and says, “Spencer doesn’t even live here. Besides, I definitely walked in on him blowing Jon in here like, two days ago. If he finds out, I’m totally using that against him.”
“Well, in that case…” Ryan smirks then proceeds to strip off his shirt.
Brendon grins at him and does the same with his own shirt. “In that case indeed,” he says before leaning forward and pressing his mouth to Ryan’s again. He searches Ryan’s mouth thoroughly for that sweet taste he’s craving and finds early on that he’s already cleared it out. That’s easily remedied, however, as he dips his finger into the icing again and then smears it all over Ryan’s chest. Ryan makes an objecting noise but it soon turns into an appreciative one when Brendon drops his head and begins to mouth all over Ryan’s chest and not only in the spots he’d smeared the icing. He licks all the way down to Ryan’s waist band then attempts to undo the button and zipper with his teeth. Needless to say, Brendon fails miserably. Soon enough he’s abandoning his original attempt and just undoing Ryan’s pants with his fingers. He wants Ryan’s dick, he wants it hot and heavy, he wants it in his mouth.
Ryan pulls away before Brendon has the chance to free his dick and lick over it, swirling his tongue around the heated skin. Brendon protests at the loss. He reaches his hands forward, trying to grasp Ryan’s hips and pull him back so that Brendon can have that sweet taste on his tongue. He misses though but feels Ryan’s hands on his shoulders, pulling him up. Although he doesn’t want to go, he does and is rewarded with the quickest, dirtiest kiss he’s ever experienced. Ryan licks into his mouth, bites his lip and finally pulls away after mere seconds. “I want you to fuck me, B,” Ryan breathes hot against Brendon’s jaw.
“Be right back,” Brendon replies. He wrenches himself away from Ryan, completely unwillingly then rushes off to their bedroom. While there, Brendon strips off his jeans and grabs their lubricant from the bedside table. He hopes that Ryan is naked too, by the time he gets back. To his absolute delight, Ryan is. Brendon is popping open the bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers before he’s even close to Ryan. Once he gets there, Brendon attacks Ryan’s mouth, teeth and tongue and lips crashing and sliding against each other. Brendon presses his body tight to Ryan’s and groans when he feels their dicks rub together.
“Fuck, Brendon,” Ryan breathes into his mouth. “Baby, oh my god,” is all Brendon hears as he pushes the first finger past Ryan’s tight ring of muscle. Ryan presses his hips forward, looking for more. Brendon moves his finger around as he mouths Ryan’s neck. Ryan has his head thrown back, his eyes are closed. He’s making tiny little breathy noises that are making Brendon’s dick twitch. Brendon can’t wait. He’s getting impatient. He wants it, he wants it now. He inserts another finger into Ryan and scissors both digits quickly. By this time, Brendon’s mouth is in the crook between Ryan’s shoulder and neck and he’s sucking so hard that Ryan’s moaning and pushing into Brendon’s hand even more. Brendon knows it’s still a little too early but he can’t help it, he pushes in the third finger and kisses Ryan’s gasp away.
Brendon continues to kiss Ryan through his preparations until Ryan is loose, pliant against him and ready. That’s when Brendon pulls his fingers out after one more press to Ryan’s prostate. Ryan glares at him but his eyes are dark, glazed over with lust and Brendon knows that his dick is far better at pleasuring his lover than his fingers are. He rolls on a condom, lubes himself up and then forces Ryan’s legs apart.
Ryan spreads them easily, willingly, all the while muttering for Brendon to get a move on. Brendon complies, pressing further into Ryan and lining himself up. “You ready, baby?” he asks.
“God, just hurry up!” Ryan demands.
Brendon pushes in.
He waits until Ryan adjusts, until his body relaxes and then pushes in up to the hilt. Brendon is sweating, he has been since before they’d taken their clothing off but he can feel the slickness of Ryan’s chest. Ryan is grasping at his shoulders, his fingernails are digging into Brendon’s skin and Ryan is demanding that Brendon move already, fuck. Brendon is altogether too willing to do so. He starts slowly, just moving his hips in tiny little circles, barely pulling out of Ryan’s heated body before pushing himself back in. He can feel Ryan loosen around his dick even more and as that happens, Brendon deepens his thrusts slightly.
Brendon brings his hands up and digs his fingers into Ryan’s hips. He pulls his lover forward and begins to push in harder. He can feel Ryan around him, hot and tight and awesome. He can hear Ryan’s little pants, his quiet moans. It’s all Brendon can do to not pull Ryan down onto the floor and just fuck hard, fast and dirty. Brendon bites down on Ryan’s shoulder and then pulls all the way out. “Down, down, down, get on the floor, wanna fuck you. I want you so badly, Ryan…”
Ryan makes a noise, a begging, pleading noise. He wants this just as much as Brendon does now. He pushes at Brendon’s shoulders, forcing him away, “Yes, oh god, yes…” he says as he goes down. He sprawls himself out on the linoleum in the kitchen. Brendon is on top of him immediately, kissing his mouth open, licking into it and repositioning himself against Ryan’s entrance. He thinks briefly about climbing down Ryan’s body, to actually lick over his dick, just to taste it but he doesn’t. He really just wants to get off now. He shifts his hips forward and just goes for it, he doesn’t even wait. At this point, he’s not even sure if he can.
Brendon pushes into Ryan over and over again. He brings his hand down, between their slick bodies and wraps his fingers around Ryan’s hardness. It’s a little too dry, Brendon knows, but he’d left the lubricant on the counter and he’s not about to get up and get it. Ryan doesn’t seem to mind either, because he’s pushing up into Brendon’s hand, pushing up onto Brendon’s dick and making the sweetest little sounds. Brendon presses his mouth to Ryan’s but it’s less a kiss and more of open mouths sliding against each other. Ryan is close, his eyes are clenched shut and he’s panting hard. “Brendon…” he manages to say and Brendon just kisses down his neck as he continues his thrusts and his strokes.
Ryan looks amazing in the throes of orgasm. Brendon knows that it’s really easy to make him come but that doesn’t bother him at all. It just means that they can do it more often because Ryan also has a very short refractory period. So does Brendon, it works out. Ryan’s brow clenches and he lets out the most amazing sound when he comes. It’s musical, really. Brendon wants to hear him sing it. He bites his lower lip, teeth white against the flesh of it. There are tiny beads of sweat around his hairline and finally, when his muscles are done clenching around Brendon, causing a deep pool of warmth to form at the base of Brendon’s dick, he opens his eyes. They’re dark, deep pools of chocolate, sated but at the same time demanding. Ryan wants him to get off now and Brendon… Brendon wants that too.
He moves his hand from Ryan’s penis, doesn’t even bother to wipe it before repositioning it on Ryan’s hip and then thrusting into Ryan in earnest. He needs to be quick about it because this is about to get really uncomfortable for Ryan but Brendon is a teenager. He’s a teenager that’s just recently been exposed to sex so being quick isn’t really a problem at all. It only takes a few more thrusts before the pool of heat in Brendon’s belly is overflowing, exploding through his veins, his nerve endings, his cock. He comes with a cry, thrusts a few more times and then pulls out and collapses against Ryan, the tremors of his orgasm still wracking his body. Ryan holds him close, kisses his jaw through it then grins at him when he finally opens his eyes again.
They stay like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms, naked on the kitchen floor until they decide that they need to move. Brendon pulls himself off of Ryan and stands up slowly. He pulls off the condom, makes a face and tosses it into the trashcan. He also makes a face at Ryan’s drying come splattered across his stomach and the now smeared icing that had been transferred from Ryan’s body onto his own. He looks at his now standing boyfriend and arches a brow at him. “So, sexy shower time?” he asks. He knows that his grin is dorky but he also knows that Ryan thinks it’s adorable.
“Who am I to say no to my hot, naked boyfriend?” Ryan replies. He slides his hand into Brendon’s and makes a face because it’s definitely the sticky one.
“Does that mean yes?” Brendon asks.
“Yes, it means yes, silly. Besides, someone got me all full of icing…” Ryan smiles at him sweetly and leads him toward the bathroom. They leave their clothing on the kitchen floor and the half made cake on the counter. Brendon can finish that up later. He follows Ryan into the bathroom and they both get into the shower.
Brendon is just about to go down on Ryan when they both hear banging on the door. Brendon snaps his gaze over to it, eyes wide. Spencer’s voice carries over the sound of the water all around them. “I know that you fucked in the kitchen, douchebags!” he yells, “you left your lube on the counter! I’d appreciate it if you plan to fuck in the kitchen again, that you don’t leave any evidence next time!”
Brendon had been about to go down on Ryan but now he’s on the floor of the shower, laughing too hard to be able to do anything productive. He’ll have to remember to lecture Spencer about being too loud when he and Jon are getting it on in the kitchen then, because it’s not like that was something he wanted to hear. Ryan sprawls out next to him, amusement clear on his own face. Brendon leans forward to kiss it, kiss those smiley lips because he can now, and it’s awesome.