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inkisrunningTitle: If I Ever Lost My Hand...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Warning: Overuse of the word 'fuck'.
Summary: Panic are on a roadtrip. And Jon and Ryan have a secret--they're boyfriends! Can they keep their secret from their closest friends, especially when EVERYTHING is being filmed?
Author's note: I'm going to be going on a roadtrip with my friends to Vegas... and the American Valley video popped in my head.. And well, the title/lyrics to Jon and Ryan's improv song inspired this fic.
Unrelated notes: Am I the only one who caught all the sexy moments between the two? Also, why is that song not on their album??
Part 2
Part 2
Jon didn't know whether Ryan followed or not. He just needed to get out to calm himself. For one thing, he had a hard on. That would be difficult to explain. And second, he very nearly outed himself and Ryan in front of his band mates--his best friends and maybe even to their entire fan base. Jon cursed the idea of filming this whatever-you-call-it.
Jon paced the bathroom. And before he knew it, there was a knock on the door. "One sec!"
"It's uh, it's me."
Jon opened the door and as soon as he saw Ryan standing there, in front of him, all of his worries seemed to disappear. "Fuck, Ryan, you're like magic."
Ryan looked at him quizzically for a second, then pushed him in and closed the door behind them. "What the fuck was that back there? We could have been--"
"Caught, I know," Jon whispered. "But we didn't. The others?"
"Getting food," Ryan said as he started taking off his pants.
"Eager much?" Jon laughed. "We have like five minutes. Eight tops," Jon added with a grin as he pressed Ryan back against the door.
"I'm not undressing for you. I got cum all over my pants, I'm changing. Besides, if you haven't noticed, we are in a bathroom. A smelly, dirty bathroom--you're crazy!"
"If you mean crazy about you then I completely agree," Jon said just before he kissed Ryan. He smiled against Ryan's lips when he didn't protest. A second later Jon was granted free access to his mouth. He didn't waste an opportunity to lick and taste the kiss for all it's worth.
Apparently, it was worth risking everything; their careers, their futures and maybe even their lives, depending on how their band mates take the news.
"Fuck you, fuck," Ryan cursed when they took a moment to breathe. "You've ruined me."
If it weren't for the dazed look in Ryan's eyes and the moan that escaped his lips, Jon would have taken his words seriously. "No, no, I think I've made an improvement."
Ryan punched him on his shoulder and Jon chuckled at the half-hearted attempt. "You're hard again," Jon stated the obvious as he ground his own erection against Ryan's.
Ryan had already undid his belt earlier, so Jon only had to work the material down from his slim hips, which was a difficult feat as Ryan was determined in taking off Jon's shirt at the same time.
Once he got it off, Ryan's fingers wandered over his skin, causing him to shiver in the heat.
Jon pressed a kiss to the spot just below Ryan's ear. "Turn around."
They probably had only about six minutes left. Jon searched his pockets and thanked the powers that be that he had a condom. Jon grabbed Ryan's hip and with his other hand he found his way to Ryan's cock. He traveled the whole length of it before he slid the rest of Ryan's pants down. "Just do it, okay?" Ryan said.
Jon nodded, not thinking that Ryan wouldn't see the gesture. He was thinking how he would have loved to spend time prepping Ryan, he would have loved to take this slow, like their first time back at the hotel after their last show. Jon took a moment to roll the condom over himself, and slicking his cock with spit before pushing in. At Ryan's gasp, his whole body stilled. A second, two seconds passed. He gripped Ryan's hip again, his other hand made its way to rest over Ryan's stomach. Such smooth skin, Jon thought as he kissed Ryan's shoulder.
He felt Ryan moving back and he took that as a sign that he was adjusting. He slowly pushed the rest of the way in until there was no space separating them.
"Okay, okay," Ryan breathed out.
Jon didn't waste any time. He moved inside of Ryan, loving the feel of him all around him, moving against him and with him. "You feel so fucking good, Ryan. So fucking good."
Ryan didn't say anything back but a moan escaped his lips telling him that he must have done something right.
He drew back and moved in again, trying to match his angle.
"Right there, fuck, right there," Ryan groaned.
Jon was about to lose it at the little sounds Ryan was making every time he pressed their bodies together. He moved faster with every thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm close," Ryan said.
Jon imagined Ryan biting his lip as he bit the words out. He moved his hands to cover Ryan's that were braced on the door. He interlaced their fingers as he pushed in again. He knew he only had to say the words and Ryan would come. Just like that. Knowing that he had that power over Ryan, spurred Jon on. He pulled out, almost completely, and moved into Ryan's tight heat in one fluid movement. "Come for me, Ryan. Come for me again." Jon could feel Ryan's body tightening around him. Almost there, Jon said to himself. His movements getting more erratic and with a final thrust he was coming. He could feel Ryan's body shuddering against him and clamping around him. "Fuck," Jon said as they moved languidly together as they rode the shocks of their orgasm.
"Fuck." Ryan groaned.
Jon pressed his lips to the back of Ryan's neck, while taking hold of Ryan's softening cock. He took a moment to hold the weight of if before stroking it from base to tip. "Fucking shit, you just came without being touched."
Jon regretted pointing that out when he felt Ryan stiffen against him. hE held his breath as he belatedly thought that Ryan could possibly be embarrassed. But not a second later, he felt Ryan shift against him and turn so that they were facing each other. "Yes, I did. Jealous?" Ryan raised his eyebrow, daring Jon to challenge him.
"Totally jealous." Jon grinned. He was about to move in for a kiss when he heard footsteps just out the door. "Oh, shit."
"Jon, are you in there?"
"It's Brendon," Jon mouthed to Ryan as he rushed to zip up his pants.
"Answer him, then," Ryan said with a smile as he pulled up his own pants and grabbed Jon's shirt off the floor. "And I don't think you'll want to wear this again."
"Right, I'll be out in a sec. I'll meet you in the car!" Jon called out as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, not caring that it had been on the floor, he could always change later.
"I'll wait here. I have to use the bathroom," Brendon replied.
"It's umm... out of order, though."
"Smart one," Ryan whispered, sarcastically.
"I just have to take a piss," Brendon called back. "What's taking so long, anyway?"
And before Jon could reply, Ryan opened the door. "Hey, Bren, I think Jon needs your help, he's got this thing growing on his--"
"Ewww, nevermind. I'll just uh find a bush or something. Jon, uh, sorry dude, maybe Spencer could help with that."
Jon would have laughed at Brendon's quick departure had the circumstances been different. "You're evil."
"No, that's called payback. The bonus is that I came all over your shirt earlier. And if you want to know what evil looks like, tell someone that I came untouched and I'll see to it that you lose a hand and never play an instrument again." Ryan said with a grin, but Jon knew Ryan was completely serious.
Jon raised his hands. "But you'll play the other hand for me, won't you?"
The End
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Warning: Overuse of the word 'fuck'.
Summary: Panic are on a roadtrip. And Jon and Ryan have a secret--they're boyfriends! Can they keep their secret from their closest friends, especially when EVERYTHING is being filmed?
Author's note: I'm going to be going on a roadtrip with my friends to Vegas... and the American Valley video popped in my head.. And well, the title/lyrics to Jon and Ryan's improv song inspired this fic.
Unrelated notes: Am I the only one who caught all the sexy moments between the two? Also, why is that song not on their album??
Part 2
Part 2
Jon didn't know whether Ryan followed or not. He just needed to get out to calm himself. For one thing, he had a hard on. That would be difficult to explain. And second, he very nearly outed himself and Ryan in front of his band mates--his best friends and maybe even to their entire fan base. Jon cursed the idea of filming this whatever-you-call-it.
Jon paced the bathroom. And before he knew it, there was a knock on the door. "One sec!"
"It's uh, it's me."
Jon opened the door and as soon as he saw Ryan standing there, in front of him, all of his worries seemed to disappear. "Fuck, Ryan, you're like magic."
Ryan looked at him quizzically for a second, then pushed him in and closed the door behind them. "What the fuck was that back there? We could have been--"
"Caught, I know," Jon whispered. "But we didn't. The others?"
"Getting food," Ryan said as he started taking off his pants.
"Eager much?" Jon laughed. "We have like five minutes. Eight tops," Jon added with a grin as he pressed Ryan back against the door.
"I'm not undressing for you. I got cum all over my pants, I'm changing. Besides, if you haven't noticed, we are in a bathroom. A smelly, dirty bathroom--you're crazy!"
"If you mean crazy about you then I completely agree," Jon said just before he kissed Ryan. He smiled against Ryan's lips when he didn't protest. A second later Jon was granted free access to his mouth. He didn't waste an opportunity to lick and taste the kiss for all it's worth.
Apparently, it was worth risking everything; their careers, their futures and maybe even their lives, depending on how their band mates take the news.
"Fuck you, fuck," Ryan cursed when they took a moment to breathe. "You've ruined me."
If it weren't for the dazed look in Ryan's eyes and the moan that escaped his lips, Jon would have taken his words seriously. "No, no, I think I've made an improvement."
Ryan punched him on his shoulder and Jon chuckled at the half-hearted attempt. "You're hard again," Jon stated the obvious as he ground his own erection against Ryan's.
Ryan had already undid his belt earlier, so Jon only had to work the material down from his slim hips, which was a difficult feat as Ryan was determined in taking off Jon's shirt at the same time.
Once he got it off, Ryan's fingers wandered over his skin, causing him to shiver in the heat.
Jon pressed a kiss to the spot just below Ryan's ear. "Turn around."
They probably had only about six minutes left. Jon searched his pockets and thanked the powers that be that he had a condom. Jon grabbed Ryan's hip and with his other hand he found his way to Ryan's cock. He traveled the whole length of it before he slid the rest of Ryan's pants down. "Just do it, okay?" Ryan said.
Jon nodded, not thinking that Ryan wouldn't see the gesture. He was thinking how he would have loved to spend time prepping Ryan, he would have loved to take this slow, like their first time back at the hotel after their last show. Jon took a moment to roll the condom over himself, and slicking his cock with spit before pushing in. At Ryan's gasp, his whole body stilled. A second, two seconds passed. He gripped Ryan's hip again, his other hand made its way to rest over Ryan's stomach. Such smooth skin, Jon thought as he kissed Ryan's shoulder.
He felt Ryan moving back and he took that as a sign that he was adjusting. He slowly pushed the rest of the way in until there was no space separating them.
"Okay, okay," Ryan breathed out.
Jon didn't waste any time. He moved inside of Ryan, loving the feel of him all around him, moving against him and with him. "You feel so fucking good, Ryan. So fucking good."
Ryan didn't say anything back but a moan escaped his lips telling him that he must have done something right.
He drew back and moved in again, trying to match his angle.
"Right there, fuck, right there," Ryan groaned.
Jon was about to lose it at the little sounds Ryan was making every time he pressed their bodies together. He moved faster with every thrust.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm close," Ryan said.
Jon imagined Ryan biting his lip as he bit the words out. He moved his hands to cover Ryan's that were braced on the door. He interlaced their fingers as he pushed in again. He knew he only had to say the words and Ryan would come. Just like that. Knowing that he had that power over Ryan, spurred Jon on. He pulled out, almost completely, and moved into Ryan's tight heat in one fluid movement. "Come for me, Ryan. Come for me again." Jon could feel Ryan's body tightening around him. Almost there, Jon said to himself. His movements getting more erratic and with a final thrust he was coming. He could feel Ryan's body shuddering against him and clamping around him. "Fuck," Jon said as they moved languidly together as they rode the shocks of their orgasm.
"Fuck." Ryan groaned.
Jon pressed his lips to the back of Ryan's neck, while taking hold of Ryan's softening cock. He took a moment to hold the weight of if before stroking it from base to tip. "Fucking shit, you just came without being touched."
Jon regretted pointing that out when he felt Ryan stiffen against him. hE held his breath as he belatedly thought that Ryan could possibly be embarrassed. But not a second later, he felt Ryan shift against him and turn so that they were facing each other. "Yes, I did. Jealous?" Ryan raised his eyebrow, daring Jon to challenge him.
"Totally jealous." Jon grinned. He was about to move in for a kiss when he heard footsteps just out the door. "Oh, shit."
"Jon, are you in there?"
"It's Brendon," Jon mouthed to Ryan as he rushed to zip up his pants.
"Answer him, then," Ryan said with a smile as he pulled up his own pants and grabbed Jon's shirt off the floor. "And I don't think you'll want to wear this again."
"Right, I'll be out in a sec. I'll meet you in the car!" Jon called out as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, not caring that it had been on the floor, he could always change later.
"I'll wait here. I have to use the bathroom," Brendon replied.
"It's umm... out of order, though."
"Smart one," Ryan whispered, sarcastically.
"I just have to take a piss," Brendon called back. "What's taking so long, anyway?"
And before Jon could reply, Ryan opened the door. "Hey, Bren, I think Jon needs your help, he's got this thing growing on his--"
"Ewww, nevermind. I'll just uh find a bush or something. Jon, uh, sorry dude, maybe Spencer could help with that."
Jon would have laughed at Brendon's quick departure had the circumstances been different. "You're evil."
"No, that's called payback. The bonus is that I came all over your shirt earlier. And if you want to know what evil looks like, tell someone that I came untouched and I'll see to it that you lose a hand and never play an instrument again." Ryan said with a grin, but Jon knew Ryan was completely serious.
Jon raised his hands. "But you'll play the other hand for me, won't you?"
The End
