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inkisrunningTitle: We Can Celebrate Your Birthday Everyday
Rating: PG-13 - R
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Summary: Ryan's Birthday is in 2 days, what's a Jon to do?
Disclaimer: Lyrics belong to Greenday. The people own themselves.
Author's Note: Written for the 'birthdays & boyfriends' challenge at [Bad username or site: 'stonersinlove @ livejournal.com]
Part IV: Doing It
-September 01, 2010-
"Ry, Ry, wake up!" Jon called from the bathroom.
"Nerhaadwaaap," Ryan replied as he threw the covers over his head.
Jon walked into the bedroom, shaking his head. "Come on, Ry, don't you want breakfast?"
"Did you make it?" Ryan asked from beneath the covers.
"No." Jon smiled to himself. "Thought I'd wake you up so you can make me breakfast for a change."
"Ugh. Wake me up when September ends."
Jon rolled his eyes. "I thought we'd go shopping for Spencer."
"Birthday not until tomorrow." Ryan sighed as he drew back the covers, revealing a strangely beautiful case of bed-head.
Fuck, even rumpled he looks like perfection, Jon thought as he eyed his boyfriend from the doorway.
Ryan was obviously eying him as well, his gaze falling somewhere between his shoulders and abdomen.
"Like what you see?" Jon chuckled.
Ryan's eyes snapped up to meet Jon's. "Just thinking that maybe I could just wrap up your naked ass and send you to Spencer."
"You are such a grump in the morning," Jon replied with a laugh. To anyone else who didn't know Ryan, they'd think of his barbed comments as direct hits. Jon on the other hand, knew that that wasn't the case at all.
"And yet you insist on waking me up."
"Because I can't wait to look you in the eyes." Jon smiled, he knew Ryan so well.
Ryan had put up a wall, a defense mechanism that gets placed whenever he has one of his nightmares or when he relapses into a memory that Jon still doesn't know a whole lot about yet. He does know, however, from experience that changing the subject works best. Talking about past evil things and things that haunt the present are best discussed in the late hours of the night, when the moon is out and they are wrapped in each others arms.
Jon walked towards the bed, completely conscious of his nakedness. He tried to picture the last time they had been intimate sexually. surprisingly enough, the last time was the day prior to Ryan's birthday. They hardly gone a day without some form of sex, and Jon was surprised that he didn't realize it sooner. Something was wrong. It was the kind of wrong that Jon hadn't come across yet. Jon bent over Ryan and placed a hand on the bed on each side of the smaller man's body. "Shit, Ry."
Ryan sighed and put his hands on Jon's shoulders and squeezed. "I know what you are trying to do, Jon Walker." Before Jon could reply, Ryan continued. "Stop trying to figure me out. If you don't mind, I'd like to be the first one to do that." Ryan said with a straight face. Then his hands started to knead and roam down over Jon's arms, and back up again to his shoulders. "You know, these last few days, I was totally on to you. You trying so hard to think of something to get me..."
Jon lost his footing, and very nearly fell atop Ryan, but he placed a knee on the side of the bed to balance himself. He was totally aware that he was getting hard, and he didn't know whether it was the time for that.
And before he could meet Ryan's eyes again, Ryan had pushed on his shoulder, and then they were kissing. Jon moaned into Ryan's mouth and he was suddenly aware that Ryan was moving towards the center of the bed, Jon instinctively followed. He dipped his head to break the kiss and started to kiss a line of kisses down Ryan's smooth jaw, when he got to the juncture of neck and shoulder, Ryan had moved a hand to his chest. Jon caught Ryan's gaze just as he bent to kiss the ball of his shoulder. "I thought you liked the cake."
"I loved the cake," Ryan smiled. "But..." He trailed off as his hand moved lower, over his abdomen and then to his hip.
Jon moved his leg so that his knees were planted on the bed at Ryan's sides. He then sat back on his haunches as he pulled the covers off of Ryan, revealing creamy, smooth skin. "Butttt," Jon sing-songed as he raised an eyebrow at Ryan.
"But you should know that you don't have to try so hard. I fell in--I noticed you, you know, I noticed you because you are you and I love that you don't need to try to be you." Ryan sat up and pushed at the older man's chest.
Jon, knowing exactly what Ryan wanted, leaned back on his elbows and splayed out his legs. "That, I think, is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. I don't get you, but okay." Jon smiled, not missing Ryan's little slip up.
Ryan quickly moved over Jon, straddling his thighs. "What I mean to say is you are an open book to me."
"Ah, don't think that is much of a compliment."
Ryan rolled his eyes in playful frustration and kissed Jon on the nose. "You fucker, I mean that I like that I don't have to read you to know what you are thinking."
"I have nothing to hide from you, Ryan."
Ryan leaned forward, their foreheads briefly touching, as he positioned himself over Jon.
Jon bit his lip as Ryan slowly sank himself onto him. "Fuck."
"I know I'm not the easiest person to handle," Ryan said as he set a slow pace. "I'm moody. I hate mornings. I talk too much, or not enough. I'm awkward. I'm stubborn. I'm anti-social. I get angry easily. I--"
"You're amazing, Ry," Jon interrupted as he gripped Ryan's hips, stilling him for a moment. "You're smart, funny--"
"Jon." Ryan crinkled his nose in distaste.
"What? It's true. You also happen to be beautiful, so fucking beautiful."
Ryan rolled his eyes as he started to shift away.
Not wanting Ryan to close himself off again, Jon gripped Ryan's hip, almost hard enough to bruise. He sat up, moving Ryan with him and effectively reversing their positions again. "Believe it or not, the day I met you you changed my life. Not only did I gain a career, you made it possible for me to do something I've always wanted to do. On top of that, I gained three incredible friends--"
"It wasn't just my decision to make, it was unanimous. Spencer and Brendon--"
"It was because of you that I accepted, Ry. If I never met you, and it was just Spencer and Brendon asking me to fill in for Brent, I would of helped them, sure, but I don't think I would have joined their band."
"How can you say something like that? What happened, happened."
"Don't you get it?" Jon sighed as he dropped to his side, not realizing when he had slipped out, or that Ryan cringed at the sudden loss of contact. "We were all still so young, we were allowed time to try to find ourselves, hell, we're still trying to work on that... The point is, I had options. Being with The Academy..., my best friend, I didn't need to change my life then. I was happy. But when I met you that night, everything for me changed."
"Are you saying I made you unhappy? Thanks Walker, you really know how to charm a guy."
"Shut up, I'm trying to have a moment with you here," Jon attempted to keep a straight face, but wasn't able to keep it up when Ryan stuck his bottom lip out. "You... fuck." Jon laughed.
"I thought that was what we were trying to do," Ryan mumbled. "But if you wish to continue with your story--Owww, that hurt!" Ryan rubbed at his backside where Jon had pinched him.
Jon grinned and waited for Ryan to settle beside him. "The point that I was trying to get across is that when I met you you became my world. You intrigued me in a way no one ever had. I won't go as far as saying that it was love at first sight because who knows what love is at that age, but you did confused me. Mentally and sexually."
Ryan punched him in the arm.
"Now, that hurt." Jon said as he rubbed his arm. Then lifted a finger to Ryan's face, feeling the smile there. "It's true. That night I stole one of your posters, tore everyone else out of the picture, went to my bunk and had the best wank of my young life."
"That's not romantic at all. That;s creepy, fuck, you raised the bar for some of our more psychotic fans."
"No shit. And I never said it was going to be romantic."
"Well, it started out that way. Man, I thought I knew everything about you."
Jon shrugged his shoulders as he moved again atop Ryan. "It's your fault, really. You made me question my sexuality with your stupid, shiny hair. Your wide, honey eyes, Your cute little nose. Your lips... fuck, and these hips..." Jon listed as he moved his hand over the thin body below him.
Ryan gasped as Jon brushed the underside of his cock.
Jon pressed inside of Ryan again as he whispered in Ryan's ear, "and your ass. How could I not accept your offer to join you?"
Ryan had only moaned in reply as Jon buried himself inside of him.
TBC
A/N: This wasn't meant to be serious at all, and it turned longer than expected, I guess my characters are getting out of hand and have other things planned. I say one more part XD The last line is just waiting to be told...
Rating: PG-13 - R
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Summary: Ryan's Birthday is in 2 days, what's a Jon to do?
Disclaimer: Lyrics belong to Greenday. The people own themselves.
Author's Note: Written for the 'birthdays & boyfriends' challenge at [Bad username or site: 'stonersinlove @ livejournal.com]
Part IV: Doing It
-September 01, 2010-
"Ry, Ry, wake up!" Jon called from the bathroom.
"Nerhaadwaaap," Ryan replied as he threw the covers over his head.
Jon walked into the bedroom, shaking his head. "Come on, Ry, don't you want breakfast?"
"Did you make it?" Ryan asked from beneath the covers.
"No." Jon smiled to himself. "Thought I'd wake you up so you can make me breakfast for a change."
"Ugh. Wake me up when September ends."
Jon rolled his eyes. "I thought we'd go shopping for Spencer."
"Birthday not until tomorrow." Ryan sighed as he drew back the covers, revealing a strangely beautiful case of bed-head.
Fuck, even rumpled he looks like perfection, Jon thought as he eyed his boyfriend from the doorway.
Ryan was obviously eying him as well, his gaze falling somewhere between his shoulders and abdomen.
"Like what you see?" Jon chuckled.
Ryan's eyes snapped up to meet Jon's. "Just thinking that maybe I could just wrap up your naked ass and send you to Spencer."
"You are such a grump in the morning," Jon replied with a laugh. To anyone else who didn't know Ryan, they'd think of his barbed comments as direct hits. Jon on the other hand, knew that that wasn't the case at all.
"And yet you insist on waking me up."
"Because I can't wait to look you in the eyes." Jon smiled, he knew Ryan so well.
Ryan had put up a wall, a defense mechanism that gets placed whenever he has one of his nightmares or when he relapses into a memory that Jon still doesn't know a whole lot about yet. He does know, however, from experience that changing the subject works best. Talking about past evil things and things that haunt the present are best discussed in the late hours of the night, when the moon is out and they are wrapped in each others arms.
Jon walked towards the bed, completely conscious of his nakedness. He tried to picture the last time they had been intimate sexually. surprisingly enough, the last time was the day prior to Ryan's birthday. They hardly gone a day without some form of sex, and Jon was surprised that he didn't realize it sooner. Something was wrong. It was the kind of wrong that Jon hadn't come across yet. Jon bent over Ryan and placed a hand on the bed on each side of the smaller man's body. "Shit, Ry."
Ryan sighed and put his hands on Jon's shoulders and squeezed. "I know what you are trying to do, Jon Walker." Before Jon could reply, Ryan continued. "Stop trying to figure me out. If you don't mind, I'd like to be the first one to do that." Ryan said with a straight face. Then his hands started to knead and roam down over Jon's arms, and back up again to his shoulders. "You know, these last few days, I was totally on to you. You trying so hard to think of something to get me..."
Jon lost his footing, and very nearly fell atop Ryan, but he placed a knee on the side of the bed to balance himself. He was totally aware that he was getting hard, and he didn't know whether it was the time for that.
And before he could meet Ryan's eyes again, Ryan had pushed on his shoulder, and then they were kissing. Jon moaned into Ryan's mouth and he was suddenly aware that Ryan was moving towards the center of the bed, Jon instinctively followed. He dipped his head to break the kiss and started to kiss a line of kisses down Ryan's smooth jaw, when he got to the juncture of neck and shoulder, Ryan had moved a hand to his chest. Jon caught Ryan's gaze just as he bent to kiss the ball of his shoulder. "I thought you liked the cake."
"I loved the cake," Ryan smiled. "But..." He trailed off as his hand moved lower, over his abdomen and then to his hip.
Jon moved his leg so that his knees were planted on the bed at Ryan's sides. He then sat back on his haunches as he pulled the covers off of Ryan, revealing creamy, smooth skin. "Butttt," Jon sing-songed as he raised an eyebrow at Ryan.
"But you should know that you don't have to try so hard. I fell in--I noticed you, you know, I noticed you because you are you and I love that you don't need to try to be you." Ryan sat up and pushed at the older man's chest.
Jon, knowing exactly what Ryan wanted, leaned back on his elbows and splayed out his legs. "That, I think, is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. I don't get you, but okay." Jon smiled, not missing Ryan's little slip up.
Ryan quickly moved over Jon, straddling his thighs. "What I mean to say is you are an open book to me."
"Ah, don't think that is much of a compliment."
Ryan rolled his eyes in playful frustration and kissed Jon on the nose. "You fucker, I mean that I like that I don't have to read you to know what you are thinking."
"I have nothing to hide from you, Ryan."
Ryan leaned forward, their foreheads briefly touching, as he positioned himself over Jon.
Jon bit his lip as Ryan slowly sank himself onto him. "Fuck."
"I know I'm not the easiest person to handle," Ryan said as he set a slow pace. "I'm moody. I hate mornings. I talk too much, or not enough. I'm awkward. I'm stubborn. I'm anti-social. I get angry easily. I--"
"You're amazing, Ry," Jon interrupted as he gripped Ryan's hips, stilling him for a moment. "You're smart, funny--"
"Jon." Ryan crinkled his nose in distaste.
"What? It's true. You also happen to be beautiful, so fucking beautiful."
Ryan rolled his eyes as he started to shift away.
Not wanting Ryan to close himself off again, Jon gripped Ryan's hip, almost hard enough to bruise. He sat up, moving Ryan with him and effectively reversing their positions again. "Believe it or not, the day I met you you changed my life. Not only did I gain a career, you made it possible for me to do something I've always wanted to do. On top of that, I gained three incredible friends--"
"It wasn't just my decision to make, it was unanimous. Spencer and Brendon--"
"It was because of you that I accepted, Ry. If I never met you, and it was just Spencer and Brendon asking me to fill in for Brent, I would of helped them, sure, but I don't think I would have joined their band."
"How can you say something like that? What happened, happened."
"Don't you get it?" Jon sighed as he dropped to his side, not realizing when he had slipped out, or that Ryan cringed at the sudden loss of contact. "We were all still so young, we were allowed time to try to find ourselves, hell, we're still trying to work on that... The point is, I had options. Being with The Academy..., my best friend, I didn't need to change my life then. I was happy. But when I met you that night, everything for me changed."
"Are you saying I made you unhappy? Thanks Walker, you really know how to charm a guy."
"Shut up, I'm trying to have a moment with you here," Jon attempted to keep a straight face, but wasn't able to keep it up when Ryan stuck his bottom lip out. "You... fuck." Jon laughed.
"I thought that was what we were trying to do," Ryan mumbled. "But if you wish to continue with your story--Owww, that hurt!" Ryan rubbed at his backside where Jon had pinched him.
Jon grinned and waited for Ryan to settle beside him. "The point that I was trying to get across is that when I met you you became my world. You intrigued me in a way no one ever had. I won't go as far as saying that it was love at first sight because who knows what love is at that age, but you did confused me. Mentally and sexually."
Ryan punched him in the arm.
"Now, that hurt." Jon said as he rubbed his arm. Then lifted a finger to Ryan's face, feeling the smile there. "It's true. That night I stole one of your posters, tore everyone else out of the picture, went to my bunk and had the best wank of my young life."
"That's not romantic at all. That;s creepy, fuck, you raised the bar for some of our more psychotic fans."
"No shit. And I never said it was going to be romantic."
"Well, it started out that way. Man, I thought I knew everything about you."
Jon shrugged his shoulders as he moved again atop Ryan. "It's your fault, really. You made me question my sexuality with your stupid, shiny hair. Your wide, honey eyes, Your cute little nose. Your lips... fuck, and these hips..." Jon listed as he moved his hand over the thin body below him.
Ryan gasped as Jon brushed the underside of his cock.
Jon pressed inside of Ryan again as he whispered in Ryan's ear, "and your ass. How could I not accept your offer to join you?"
Ryan had only moaned in reply as Jon buried himself inside of him.
TBC
A/N: This wasn't meant to be serious at all, and it turned longer than expected, I guess my characters are getting out of hand and have other things planned. I say one more part XD The last line is just waiting to be told...
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Date: 2010-09-05 01:23 am (UTC)tbh, this is how I picture them in RL XD which is why i can't bring myself to ever meet them.