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For the Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper 'verse
Title: Epilogue: Part 14.
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.


Ryan woke up, feeling giddy. And that was a rare experience upon waking up. He knew he could be quite the bitch in the morning. However, on this particular morning he felt energized, relaxed, calm, peaceful and probably a number of other nice feelings.

All these nice feelings, Ryan knew, was because of the man next to him. This man that never left him. This man that actually told him that his grumpy morning routine was actually endearing. Endearing. Who says words like that anyway?

Ryan nuzzled his cheek against Jon's smooth chest. The older man stirred, but did not wake. Ryan considered going back to sleep, but his rare mood was much too good to waste. And besides that, when Ryan did a quick once-over his boyfriend, who was currently sleeping soundly, he noticed that not all of Jon was asleep. Jon was sporting an impressive piece of morning wood. Ryan smiled at the tenting sheet. He was tempted to reach out and stroke the hardened length but another, more promising plan crossed his mind.

Ryan was made aware that they hadn't spooned since that fucked up night when he woke up so messed up that he forgot where he was, and more significantly, who he was with. That night he had hurt Jon, no matter if the man denies it. He hurt him. He knew the reason why Jon punched a hole in the wall. It wasn't because Ryan hit him. It wasn't out of sexual frustration, or any other lame reason. It was because Jon realized that Ryan was broken. Or, more broken. Jon was angry because he was hurt and he didn't know what to do about it. Ryan knew this because he wasn't stupid. He knew how difficult he could be as he wasn't the kind of person to share his feelings.

Ryan frowned. He didn't want to think such thoughts, not when he was feeling so good just seconds ago. He pushed the unwanted memory to the side to contemplate at another time.

This was the time for him to feel good. He needed to feel good and this was a feeling he wanted to share. He wanted to share this feeling with Jon.

Spooning was his favorite position. He loved being covered. He loved being held. He loved being wrapped in Jon's arms.

Ryan turned quietly, carefully around so that his back faced Jon's side. Ryan looked over his shoulder and noticed how Jon's arm twitched for a second. Ryan smiled when he was satisfied that Jon was still very much asleep. He waited another moment before he took Jon's hand that was on the other side of his body, and encircled it with his own. He wondered if the man would wake on his next move. He bit his lip, took a breath and went for it. He leaned into Jon's side, while simultaneously pulling Jon's arm towards him. Again he smiled at the results. Jon had moved towards him, his body quickly finding his and his arm encircled his middle. Jon mumbled a few choice words: "Too fucking early," but otherwise remained unaware of Ryan's ministrations.

Ryan smiled at his small victory and his smile widened when he felt a warm hardness pressed against his back. It felt good. Ryan wanted more. He wriggled backwards to press more into the man behind him. Yes, much too good. It was perfect.

He wondered what he could get away with, or better yet, what he would be caught doing, and what would it lead to. Oh, the possibilities, Ryan thought. He shifted his hips, loving how he could feel Jon's erection fill even more. Ryan carefully loosened Jon's arm around his middle so that he could move himself higher. He sighed in relief when he didn't feel Jon stir as he moved into position where Jon's cock slipped in the crevice of his ass. Ryan bit his lip to keep from moaning when he rolled his hips and the delicious weight of Jon's cock pressed even further into him. Ryan debated if he could get away with jerking himself off. He unclasped his hand with Jon's to reach for his aching cock, but was unsuccessful when a hand took hold of his wrist.

"You little wanker," said a gravelly voice behind him.

"Oh, did I wake you? My apologies." Ryan smirked, rolling his hips to get a rise out of the waking man.

"Hmmm that feels good," Jon murmured. "Don't stop."

Ryan smiled. "Only if you promise to be my big spoon... always."

Jon laughed and Ryan's smile grew as he felt the soft puffs of air against his neck.

"I promise to be your big spoon, always."

Ryan swiveled his hips again. This time Jon's cock brushed against the rim of his anus.

Two gasps echoed into the room.

"Fuck, Ryan."

"Jon, I... I... please, want you inside."

Jon let out a long shuddering breath, his forehead leaning into the junture of Ryan's neck and shoulder. "Give me a second. Please, don't move."

Ryan nodded and felt Jon press a kiss to his neck before he moved back to reach for the side drawer. Ryan made a frustrated sound when Jon's cock slipped away from him. After a moment, Ryan heard a tearing noise, the sound of a condom wrapper opening. "Jon?"

"Yeah, baby?"

Ryan looked behind him to face Jon. "We normally use protection and I don't have anything against it, but, you know, I was thinking, even before, you know..." Ryan bit his lip. "Nevermind."

"All that and nevermind?" Jon smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me."

Ryan could feel his cheeks go red. Well, he got this far, Ryan thought. "I kinda wanted to, you know, feelwhatitislikewithoutacondom, but we don't have to if you don't want to, of course." Ryan bit his cheek to keep from opening his mouth again.

"Oh, wow, Ryan--"

Ryan's eyes widened at Jon's blank look. "Forget it, okay? I--It was just a thought." Ryan ran a hand through his hair, frowning when his finger caught in a tangle. Fuck it all, this wasn't the time for bed head.

Jon chuckled. "Fuck, you're adorable, you know?"

"Shut up, don't call me that." Ryan pouted.

Jon narrowed his eyes. "I called you a wanker earlier, but you get offended when I call you adorable?" Jon smiled. "That's so... ador--cute?"

"Shut up." Ryan rolled his eyes. "Come the fuck here, will you?"

Jon made his way back behind Ryan, his hand brushing Ryan's side. "About the no condom thing, you realize that that's like the sexiest thing you ever said to me?"

Ryan met his gaze again. "You don't have to humor me."

"I'm not."

"So, you're saying that you're like turned on by it?"

"I was turned on before, but fuck, I thought I could come just from your abounding invitation alone."

"Abounding invitation?" Ryan rolled his eyes again at Jon's use of vocabulary.

"Yeah, fuck, Ryan you just invited me to come into your sweet, beautiful ass, fuck--fuck." Jon said, closing his eyes, when his bare erection brushed against the swell of Ryan's back side.

"Umph," Ryan groaned. The friction was too much. He moved his hand back to his untouched, neglected cock. "Jon, can we just--I want you."

Ryan felt Jon nod behind him and heard the familiar click of the lube bottle. And before he could let out the breath he was holding, he felt Jon's hand spreading him. "Lift your leg a little." Jon sounded winded. "Fuck, Ry, so beautiful."

Ryan buried his face in the pillow when he felt a slick finger brushing at his entrance. "Fuck, please don't tease right now--I need..."

And that was all Jon needed to get the hint.

Jon fingered him slowly, too slowly, but Ryan was thankful for the time to adjust. It was a long, torturous minute before a second finger joined the first. Ryan gasped at the sensation. "A... third."

Normally, two was all Ryan wanted. Jon's fingers are thick, and two fingers meant that he would be able to feel more of the stretch when Jon's cock would enter him. He liked to feel the pleasure-pain of being stretched, filled. But now, he knew the extra preparation was definitely needed. Just one and two fingers felt tight. It's been so long, and he didn't want to ruin the moment if say he asked to stop because it hurt. No, Ryan wanted this too much. He didn't want to stop. Not ever.

When Jon added a third finger, Ryan squeezed his eyes shut.


"Yeah," Ryan whispered back.

"Breathe, baby, relax for me," Jon murmured as he pressed kisses along his shoulder.

Ryan nodded and turned his head, Jon moved so that he could meet him half-way, and kissed him. Ryan opened his mouth and let Jon run his tongue along his bottom lip before it brushed along his tongue and the inside of his cheek. Ryan deepened the kiss but had to break it when his body instinctively arched when Jon crooked his fingers just so, hitting that spot that made his toes curl. "Fuck, Jon."

"That's it, baby." Jon pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth.

"'M ready." Ryan breathed.

Jon nodded.

Ryan felt Jon's fingers leave him, and was alarmed at the sudden loss of contact. "Jon..."

"Here," Jon said as he placed another kiss to his shoulder.

Ryan listened to another click. And then there it was, Jon's cock. Ryan gasped, his eyes widening. He looked at Jon, who met his gaze a second later.

"We'll take it slow,." Jon reassured.

Ryan nodded and then he felt Jon enter him slowly. He was a flood of emotions and sensations. Pain. Heat. Hot. Filled. Stretched. And it felt familiar. It felt good. Ryan sighed. "Yes."

Jon's hand slid across his stomach and then slid lower until it reached the base of his cock. He squeezed it gently, before he pumped the length of him with slick fingers.

"Fuck, yeah." Ryan moved back, further seating himself onto Jon's length. "Fuck, fuck, so good."

"You're so tight. Hot. Ryan, baby, not gonna last," Jon said as he thrust into him.

Ryan matched Jon's movements, moving back when he moved forward. With each thrust, Jon's hand around his cock had slackened, but just feeling the heat of his heavy hand around him so intimately was too much. It felt too much, and yet, not enough. He wanted more and more, loving being filled so completely. Ryan felt his stomach tighten. "Gonna come... I... mmm."

"Come, yes, do it, I'm gonna come too."

Ryan's hand joined Jon's as he shuddered, his release overtaking him, spurting over and around their hands. Jon was still thrusting inside of him; his pace increasing and growing more erratic till finally, he came with a deep groan. Ryan wasn't sure if he was imagining the feeling of liquid heat spread inside of him, but it felt amazing. His stomach clenched and unclenched as he rode the aftershocks of his own orgasm.

Ryan was exhausted, but moved a hand to Jon's hip behind him. "Don't pull out yet."

Jon only nodded, placing random kisses over his skin. "That was... wow."

"I concur." He was too exhausted to say anything more. He smiled as Jon's arms circled around him.

"Your big spoon loves your little spoon." Those words spoken in a deep, sure voice was the last thing Ryan was aware of before he drifted to sleep.

The next time he woke he was itchy, sore and uncomfortable, but he was still wrapped in strong arms. Ryan smiled and shook his head. "No, I feel loved."

"You are so very loved," Jon murmured against his skin.

Part 14:

"I wrote you a song." Ryan smiled as he looked out the window.

Jon chuckled. "One: I've heard. Two: You didn't write the song yourself. Three: The lyrics seem to be about Super Bowl, however, I'll give you that I could totally be over-analyzing the lyrics."

Ryan laughed and gripped his phone harder as he pictured Jon ticking his points off. "One: You haven't heard this song yet. Two: I wrote this one all by myself. Believe me, if Alex helped, he wouldn't let this song see the light of day. Three: You could over-analyze this song all you want."

"Let's hear it then."

Ryan bit his lip as he pictured the smile at the other end of the line. It was so easy. He knows Jon more than he knows himself. He knows every line of his body. Every crease that crinkles around his eyes when he smiles. He knows how he likes his eggs. How he likes his coffee. His favorite beer. And how he hates it in a cup. How he dislikes socks because he hates putting them on. He knows that Jon likes mornings, but loves the moon. And he also knows that for whatever reason, Jon loves him.

Ryan smiled. He knows unimportant things about himself. And a few important things, too. He loves all the likes, dislikes, hates and loves of Jon Walker. Jon, he knows and loves, and is a little crazy over the fact that Jon knows him and is still in love with him.

Ryan takes in a breath. "Hey, Jon?"


Ryan briefly thought that this is something he shouldn't say over the phone, but if he doesn't say it now he knows that he won't do it later. Later he might be too scared. Later he might not be like this, like himself. "I don't want to run anymore."

A pause. An audible puff of air on Jon's end.

Ryan pictured the quiet line of Jon's shoulders relax. And when he came back to himself, and looked out the window again. He saw fuzzy shapes and blurry colors. Ryan was confused for a moment, before he reached up to touch his cheek. It was slick. Wet. Smooth. It felt good. He felt good.


tobejonwalker this song makes me run WAY faster!?

imstillryanross then it serves it's purpose!
6:52 PM Feb 9th via Echofon in reply to tobejonwalker

@tobejonwalker and @iamstillryanross you dicks!


Somewhere, at some time, and somehow, two guys looked at each other and felt happy.


A/N: Thank you for reading and commenting!!

Date: 2011-02-26 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh my gosh I aww'd so much over this last part. Spooning! Ryan <3____<3 I do hope you write them more you do it so sweetly!

Date: 2011-03-03 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thank you :)

i hope to keep writing them, but i have to fight against time. so far, time is winning lol
thanks again for reading and commenting!

Date: 2011-02-26 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
awww! that was such a cute ending (and also hot!) ♥
and congrats on finishing it :DDDDD

Date: 2011-03-03 10:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
thank you!!
i'm relieved it's over 'cause i don't like to have wips, even if i have a couple on my other journal that i really should finish XD
haha anyway, thank you for reading and commenting!

Date: 2011-03-01 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, I'm such a sucker for Jon and Ryan's dorky love.

I really like the way you portrayed their personalities in this. Actually, I pretty much really liked the whole thing. Ha. I wish there was more Jon/Ryan in the world. It's so fantastic.

(Also:Nngh, sex scene. Very nice.)

Date: 2011-03-03 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
dorky love = awesomesauce. XD
I'm glad that you liked. Years ago I used to be a devoted Ryden shipper, but when Pretty. Odd. (and maybe before then) came out I totally had to reassess my ship lol. I wish more people could appreciate the pairing, but whatevs. XD

Date: 2011-03-03 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh, and thank you <3


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