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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: I don't own anyone.
Author's Note: Written for the 'birthdays & boyfriends' challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stonersinlove
Part V: Getting It
-September 02, 2010, 12:10 am-
"Jon, Jon, are you awake?" Ryan whispered.
"Hmmm, I am now," Jon muttered as he turned to his side to face Ryan. "What's wrong? And you could stop poking me, you know."
"Right, sorry. Nothing's wrong... it's just I never saw you sleep on your stomach before."
"Are you kidding me, you woke me up because of my sleeping position?"
"I... uhh, nevermind, go back to sleep," Ryan muttered as he turned around.
Jon sighed, as he was fully awake now. He stared at the nape of Ryan's neck for a minute before he laid back, his usual sleeping position. "Ryan, hey--was it a nightmare?" Jon mentally kicked himself because if that was the reason why Ryan was waking him up, he just screwed up royally.
"No, just forget it, don't worry about it. It could wait till the morning."
"I could talk to you now. I want to know. What was it?" Jon asked softly, but he hated how his voice still sounded so loud in the dead of night. Jon reached out to touch Ryan's back, who flinched at his touch. "Ry?"
When a reply didn't come, Jon scooted himself forward so that Ryan's back was pressed to his chest. He wrapped an arm around Ryan's curled form. At least he didn't push him away, Jon thought.
Ryan stroked the hand that was splayed over his stomach. He wasn't used to this position they were in. Spooning is what people call it. Ryan didn't see the appeal of it, but it was quickly becoming one of his favorite cuddling positions. His favorite, not that he would admit to it, is when Jon is laid flat on his back and he lets him wedge into the crook of his arm so that he could use his chest as a pillow. Sometimes he'll hook his leg over Jon's. Ryan smiled how they fit together like some sort of awkward puzzle piece.
"I was just thinking," Ryan began. "Today's Spencer's birthday."
"That it is."
"He didn't invite us."
"He said he's spending it with his girlfriend this year, you know that."
Ryan nodded as he clasped their hands together. "Brendon was avoiding me, you know, during the party."
It was Jon's turn to nod. He nodded in acknowledgement, not because he knew because he wasn't at the party when it was happening. He only knew of what happened after he arrived with the cake.
"He just needs time to adjust is all."
Ryan sighed. "He's being stupid."
Jon laughed at that. "He's not being stupid, he's in love--"
"No he's not." Ryan turned in Jon's arms so that they were face to face. "He just wants to think that."
"And why torture himself?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ryan sighed. "There's something you should know..."
Jon waited as Ryan took the time to find the right words. He stroked the swell of Ryan's hip, then moved his hand up the long curve of his side till he met the feel of his ribcage. Jon smiled when he saw Ryan's gaze flicker towards his hand. "Go on, tell me what I should know so that we could move onto..." Jon paused as he brushed his finger over Ryan's nipple. "...Other things."
Ryan's hand had begun its own journey over Jon's shoulders. "I love your shoulders."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Is that all?"
"No, that's not all," Ryan said, sounding affronted. "I love the rest of your body too."
Jon rolled his eyes. "No, I meant, is that what you wanted for me to know, it sounded like you wanted to tell me something. Something unrelated to my body, but thanks, I love yours too."
"Oh," Ryan said.
And with that one syllable, Jon thought he sounded so unlike himself. Jon moved his hand up to point Ryan's face up so that they were eye to eye again.
Ryan sighed, "I wanted you to know that I'm the reason why Brendon thinks he's... in love with me."
"Of course, you are the reason, you are the object of his--"
"No, I mean, I think I led him on. It was my idea, you know, the stage show with the circus tour."
"I know, I was there. And in case if you forgot, Brendon was all for it, even pushed the envelope. Drove me crazy."
Ryan smiled."You should have done something, or told me at least. You know, if you did, even back then, I wouldn't have turned you down."
Jon laughed. "Spencer would have killed me, besides, how would I have known? For all I knew, you and Brendon could have been having some secret love affair, or at least fucking each other.
Ryan made a face.
And Jon chuckled. "I could ask you the same thing, you know. You could have told me."
"Hah!" It was Ryan's turn to laugh. "You are the straightest man I've ever met. I thought I'd scare you off, and we'd be out of a bass player. Again."
"True, I was straight. But like I said, you had me questioning my sexuality." Jon went back to stroking Ryan's side. "The fans have it right; you, Ryan Ross, can get the straightest of men to fall at your feet. Or at least get them on their knees."
Ryan pushed at Jon's shoulder. "That sounds so... Fuck, just don't say that ever again."
Jon laughed as he cupped Ryan's ass and pulled him closer. "Fine, don't deny that Brendon had a thing for you, still does-- Just give him time to adjust to the idea of... us."
"We've been together for more than a year now."
"Yeah, but he's only seen us together a handful of times. Africa counts as one."
Ryan didn't reply, but he did push at Jon's shoulder so that he fell on his back. Ryan then molded himself to Jon's body, thereby creating his favorite position.
Jon smiled as he hugged Ryan to his body. He felt Ryan's hardness pressed against his hip. And he knew his own erection couldn't have been hidden from Ryan's view, as he had settled his head over his chest. He loved that they could be like this with each other. "You woke me up to ask me why I was sleeping on my stomach, didn't you?"
Ryan rubbed his head on Jon's chest. "No, I told you already, Spencer--"
Jon pinched Ryan again.
"Ow! Fuck, you know, my ass is normally sore thanks to you, and pinching me all the damn time--"
"Tell me why you woke me up."
"Fine! I was wondering why you were sleeping on your stomach. Happy?"
Jon smiled. "You don't remember what happened?"
"No, what?"
"You fell asleep on me--"
"No way, like I could fall asleep during--"
"We weren't having sex." Jon laughed. "Well, it was after. Don't you remember drawing us a bath after we got home from dinner?"
"Ah." Ryan nodded. "Ohh, right, right."
Jon stroked Ryan's back as he continued. "You were calling me over, I remember, but I got a phone call. I went to the bathroom to look for you and noticed the bath. Vanilla, so predictable, Ross." Jon smiled.
"Shut up."
Jon smiled. "So, I undressed, I called for you but you didn't answer. So I went out to look for you. Found you on the bed, sleeping away. Fuck, Ry, with the scent of the bath wafting into the bedroom and then seeing you spread out on the bed, looking sexy as hell--needless to say, I got a hard on. Didn't want to wake you and I didn't want to deal with it so I humped the bed."
Ryan laughed. "You could have woken me up."
"Oh, believe me, I'm going to wake you up next time, especially now that I know you think it perfectly okay to wake someone, even just to tell them they aren't sleeping on their back.
Ryan lifted his head to give Jon a look. "Fine, do it then. I'm perfectly okay with you waking me up for whatever reason. I'm not the type to bite over little things like that."
"Sure, sure, so it's only when I wake you in the morning that warrants your angry face?"
"Exactly, fuck, you read me like an open book."
Jon laughed. "So, I've been thinking too."
"Hmmm?"
"To save me from myself next year, tell me, Ryan Ross, what do you want for your birthday?"
Ryan smiled as he kissed Jon on the shoulder. "You don't listen to me, do you?" Ryan asked, but his smile told Jon something different. "I want to just celebrate it with you, just you."
"Ah, and what shall we do?"
"Cheesy things; holding hands as we walk along the beach or wherever, stealing kisses when people aren't looking, or shit, just when we feel like it. And we could make love until we're so fucked we can't tell the difference between our body parts. We'd just be together."
Jon smiled to himself. Ryan had never associated whatever they did together with the word love before. Sure, he would say the word in other contexts. 'I love your arms.' 'I love the way you chew your food.' 'I love the feel of you inside of me.' Jon squeezed Ryan just a little bit harder at the idea that they could make love. Jon knew right then that this was what love is. What loving is. It was so easy. Love. "Hey Ry."
"Hmmm?"
"We can celebrate your birthday everyday, if you want."
"Jon Walker, you have no idea how much I would want that."
THE END!!
A/N: Okay, so, wasn't this just a ball of fluff? I was worried that Jon and Ryan would get all angsty. Thank goodness they didn't as this is birthday fic!! XD Anyway, sorry if this part falls short... I feel it could have gone a number of ways. In fact, the reason why it took me so long to make this post public was because I had a bit of case of writer's block.After a few editions, this is what you get. lol I hope it makes sense at the very least. I think out of all my fics this one contains the most sugar.
Well, in any case, it's been fun writing this. I feel like I can make a couple companion fics to go along with this story line. Haha Is it bad that I just want Jon and Ryan to do a lot of smexy stuff together now that they are, dare I say it, established?Poor Ryan will have a sore ass everyday.
Rating: PG-13 - R
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Summary: Ryan's Birthday is in 2 days, what's a Jon to do?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Author's Note: Written for the 'birthdays & boyfriends' challenge at
stonersinlovePart V: Getting It
-September 02, 2010, 12:10 am-
"Jon, Jon, are you awake?" Ryan whispered.
"Hmmm, I am now," Jon muttered as he turned to his side to face Ryan. "What's wrong? And you could stop poking me, you know."
"Right, sorry. Nothing's wrong... it's just I never saw you sleep on your stomach before."
"Are you kidding me, you woke me up because of my sleeping position?"
"I... uhh, nevermind, go back to sleep," Ryan muttered as he turned around.
Jon sighed, as he was fully awake now. He stared at the nape of Ryan's neck for a minute before he laid back, his usual sleeping position. "Ryan, hey--was it a nightmare?" Jon mentally kicked himself because if that was the reason why Ryan was waking him up, he just screwed up royally.
"No, just forget it, don't worry about it. It could wait till the morning."
"I could talk to you now. I want to know. What was it?" Jon asked softly, but he hated how his voice still sounded so loud in the dead of night. Jon reached out to touch Ryan's back, who flinched at his touch. "Ry?"
When a reply didn't come, Jon scooted himself forward so that Ryan's back was pressed to his chest. He wrapped an arm around Ryan's curled form. At least he didn't push him away, Jon thought.
Ryan stroked the hand that was splayed over his stomach. He wasn't used to this position they were in. Spooning is what people call it. Ryan didn't see the appeal of it, but it was quickly becoming one of his favorite cuddling positions. His favorite, not that he would admit to it, is when Jon is laid flat on his back and he lets him wedge into the crook of his arm so that he could use his chest as a pillow. Sometimes he'll hook his leg over Jon's. Ryan smiled how they fit together like some sort of awkward puzzle piece.
"I was just thinking," Ryan began. "Today's Spencer's birthday."
"That it is."
"He didn't invite us."
"He said he's spending it with his girlfriend this year, you know that."
Ryan nodded as he clasped their hands together. "Brendon was avoiding me, you know, during the party."
It was Jon's turn to nod. He nodded in acknowledgement, not because he knew because he wasn't at the party when it was happening. He only knew of what happened after he arrived with the cake.
"He just needs time to adjust is all."
Ryan sighed. "He's being stupid."
Jon laughed at that. "He's not being stupid, he's in love--"
"No he's not." Ryan turned in Jon's arms so that they were face to face. "He just wants to think that."
"And why torture himself?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Ryan sighed. "There's something you should know..."
Jon waited as Ryan took the time to find the right words. He stroked the swell of Ryan's hip, then moved his hand up the long curve of his side till he met the feel of his ribcage. Jon smiled when he saw Ryan's gaze flicker towards his hand. "Go on, tell me what I should know so that we could move onto..." Jon paused as he brushed his finger over Ryan's nipple. "...Other things."
Ryan's hand had begun its own journey over Jon's shoulders. "I love your shoulders."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Is that all?"
"No, that's not all," Ryan said, sounding affronted. "I love the rest of your body too."
Jon rolled his eyes. "No, I meant, is that what you wanted for me to know, it sounded like you wanted to tell me something. Something unrelated to my body, but thanks, I love yours too."
"Oh," Ryan said.
And with that one syllable, Jon thought he sounded so unlike himself. Jon moved his hand up to point Ryan's face up so that they were eye to eye again.
Ryan sighed, "I wanted you to know that I'm the reason why Brendon thinks he's... in love with me."
"Of course, you are the reason, you are the object of his--"
"No, I mean, I think I led him on. It was my idea, you know, the stage show with the circus tour."
"I know, I was there. And in case if you forgot, Brendon was all for it, even pushed the envelope. Drove me crazy."
Ryan smiled."You should have done something, or told me at least. You know, if you did, even back then, I wouldn't have turned you down."
Jon laughed. "Spencer would have killed me, besides, how would I have known? For all I knew, you and Brendon could have been having some secret love affair, or at least fucking each other.
Ryan made a face.
And Jon chuckled. "I could ask you the same thing, you know. You could have told me."
"Hah!" It was Ryan's turn to laugh. "You are the straightest man I've ever met. I thought I'd scare you off, and we'd be out of a bass player. Again."
"True, I was straight. But like I said, you had me questioning my sexuality." Jon went back to stroking Ryan's side. "The fans have it right; you, Ryan Ross, can get the straightest of men to fall at your feet. Or at least get them on their knees."
Ryan pushed at Jon's shoulder. "That sounds so... Fuck, just don't say that ever again."
Jon laughed as he cupped Ryan's ass and pulled him closer. "Fine, don't deny that Brendon had a thing for you, still does-- Just give him time to adjust to the idea of... us."
"We've been together for more than a year now."
"Yeah, but he's only seen us together a handful of times. Africa counts as one."
Ryan didn't reply, but he did push at Jon's shoulder so that he fell on his back. Ryan then molded himself to Jon's body, thereby creating his favorite position.
Jon smiled as he hugged Ryan to his body. He felt Ryan's hardness pressed against his hip. And he knew his own erection couldn't have been hidden from Ryan's view, as he had settled his head over his chest. He loved that they could be like this with each other. "You woke me up to ask me why I was sleeping on my stomach, didn't you?"
Ryan rubbed his head on Jon's chest. "No, I told you already, Spencer--"
Jon pinched Ryan again.
"Ow! Fuck, you know, my ass is normally sore thanks to you, and pinching me all the damn time--"
"Tell me why you woke me up."
"Fine! I was wondering why you were sleeping on your stomach. Happy?"
Jon smiled. "You don't remember what happened?"
"No, what?"
"You fell asleep on me--"
"No way, like I could fall asleep during--"
"We weren't having sex." Jon laughed. "Well, it was after. Don't you remember drawing us a bath after we got home from dinner?"
"Ah." Ryan nodded. "Ohh, right, right."
Jon stroked Ryan's back as he continued. "You were calling me over, I remember, but I got a phone call. I went to the bathroom to look for you and noticed the bath. Vanilla, so predictable, Ross." Jon smiled.
"Shut up."
Jon smiled. "So, I undressed, I called for you but you didn't answer. So I went out to look for you. Found you on the bed, sleeping away. Fuck, Ry, with the scent of the bath wafting into the bedroom and then seeing you spread out on the bed, looking sexy as hell--needless to say, I got a hard on. Didn't want to wake you and I didn't want to deal with it so I humped the bed."
Ryan laughed. "You could have woken me up."
"Oh, believe me, I'm going to wake you up next time, especially now that I know you think it perfectly okay to wake someone, even just to tell them they aren't sleeping on their back.
Ryan lifted his head to give Jon a look. "Fine, do it then. I'm perfectly okay with you waking me up for whatever reason. I'm not the type to bite over little things like that."
"Sure, sure, so it's only when I wake you in the morning that warrants your angry face?"
"Exactly, fuck, you read me like an open book."
Jon laughed. "So, I've been thinking too."
"Hmmm?"
"To save me from myself next year, tell me, Ryan Ross, what do you want for your birthday?"
Ryan smiled as he kissed Jon on the shoulder. "You don't listen to me, do you?" Ryan asked, but his smile told Jon something different. "I want to just celebrate it with you, just you."
"Ah, and what shall we do?"
"Cheesy things; holding hands as we walk along the beach or wherever, stealing kisses when people aren't looking, or shit, just when we feel like it. And we could make love until we're so fucked we can't tell the difference between our body parts. We'd just be together."
Jon smiled to himself. Ryan had never associated whatever they did together with the word love before. Sure, he would say the word in other contexts. 'I love your arms.' 'I love the way you chew your food.' 'I love the feel of you inside of me.' Jon squeezed Ryan just a little bit harder at the idea that they could make love. Jon knew right then that this was what love is. What loving is. It was so easy. Love. "Hey Ry."
"Hmmm?"
"We can celebrate your birthday everyday, if you want."
"Jon Walker, you have no idea how much I would want that."
THE END!!
A/N: Okay, so, wasn't this just a ball of fluff? I was worried that Jon and Ryan would get all angsty. Thank goodness they didn't as this is birthday fic!! XD Anyway, sorry if this part falls short... I feel it could have gone a number of ways. In fact, the reason why it took me so long to make this post public was because I had a bit of case of writer's block.After a few editions, this is what you get. lol I hope it makes sense at the very least. I think out of all my fics this one contains the most sugar.
Well, in any case, it's been fun writing this. I feel like I can make a couple companion fics to go along with this story line. Haha Is it bad that I just want Jon and Ryan to do a lot of smexy stuff together now that they are, dare I say it, established?
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Date: 2010-09-05 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-05 03:04 pm (UTC)Glad to have participated, it was fun! And I do see more fics in the future :)
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Date: 2010-09-05 06:20 pm (UTC)Nope, not bad at all. I pretty much want that every day *_______*
But heee! Spooning and cuddling! And the ending is so cute.
♥
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Date: 2010-09-06 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-06 09:05 pm (UTC)haha excitement is always good :DDDD