FIC [TYV]: Take the Days as they Come
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inkisrunningSeries: Take the Days as they Come
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calidearie
Rating: R
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Ryan
Summary: Ryan is pulled tight. Jon's solution: a vacation for two.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, nor do I own The Young Veins.
Beta: None (this is pretty much just me free writing)
Author Notes: 1) A drabble produced another drabble, and from there you have this.
This is sex. I don't think I've experienced this kind of sex before. Not just sex. Not making love, not yet anyway. Or maybe. What ever this is, it's more.
More sliding skin. More heated touches. I hardly sweat, but this slick wetness between us is radiating off me as much as it is radiating off Jon. There's something different in how he's moving. More careful. More watchful. Just more.
Jon wraps his hand around my wrist. He runs his hand up my arm and over my shoulder and down to my chest. Traveling fingers that rake across my skin like he owns it. His hand grips my hip, pulling me impossibly closer, leaving marks that I hope will never fade.
He's stretching me, and it hurts, but it feels so good. So good that he's inside. Burning and pooling wet heat inside of me, leaving me to shiver and shake. I'm not crying. I don't cry no matter how much it hurts, or maybe this is just me remembering pain.
Jon kisses my cheek and I see him, blurringly, lick his lips. He's looking at me as I look at him and I hear him say, "Okay?"
"Don't stop," I think I tell him or it could just be my imagination again. He doesn't stop so I think he heard me whatever the case.
I usually like to be on top, but this, now, with Jon, I prefer this. I prefer him. Opening. Thrusting. Taking over like no one ever has, or ever could.
"So tight," Jon says, again and again he tells me this. "So good," he breathes in my ear.
I feel myself clenching around him, around his hard length. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, not ever wanting to let go, but knowing that eventually we'll have to pull apart. But I'm pretending. I'm pretending this will last. I'm good at pretending.
Jon manages to keep on going. To keep on thrusting. To keep on moving, even though I watched and felt him come inside of me. He's good at pretending too.
I think I think too much. And when I'm too exhausted to do anything, I think that this could work.
"I think so too," Jon replies, kissing my forehead before he pulls out.
Yeah, this is more than sex.
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A/N: Sorry if Ryan is ooc or whatever, but he can act however he wants to act in my head, okay?
Author:
calidearieRating: R
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Ryan
Summary: Ryan is pulled tight. Jon's solution: a vacation for two.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, nor do I own The Young Veins.
Beta: None (this is pretty much just me free writing)
Author Notes: 1) A drabble produced another drabble, and from there you have this.
This is sex. I don't think I've experienced this kind of sex before. Not just sex. Not making love, not yet anyway. Or maybe. What ever this is, it's more.
More sliding skin. More heated touches. I hardly sweat, but this slick wetness between us is radiating off me as much as it is radiating off Jon. There's something different in how he's moving. More careful. More watchful. Just more.
Jon wraps his hand around my wrist. He runs his hand up my arm and over my shoulder and down to my chest. Traveling fingers that rake across my skin like he owns it. His hand grips my hip, pulling me impossibly closer, leaving marks that I hope will never fade.
He's stretching me, and it hurts, but it feels so good. So good that he's inside. Burning and pooling wet heat inside of me, leaving me to shiver and shake. I'm not crying. I don't cry no matter how much it hurts, or maybe this is just me remembering pain.
Jon kisses my cheek and I see him, blurringly, lick his lips. He's looking at me as I look at him and I hear him say, "Okay?"
"Don't stop," I think I tell him or it could just be my imagination again. He doesn't stop so I think he heard me whatever the case.
I usually like to be on top, but this, now, with Jon, I prefer this. I prefer him. Opening. Thrusting. Taking over like no one ever has, or ever could.
"So tight," Jon says, again and again he tells me this. "So good," he breathes in my ear.
I feel myself clenching around him, around his hard length. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, not ever wanting to let go, but knowing that eventually we'll have to pull apart. But I'm pretending. I'm pretending this will last. I'm good at pretending.
Jon manages to keep on going. To keep on thrusting. To keep on moving, even though I watched and felt him come inside of me. He's good at pretending too.
I think I think too much. And when I'm too exhausted to do anything, I think that this could work.
"I think so too," Jon replies, kissing my forehead before he pulls out.
Yeah, this is more than sex.
ccc
A/N: Sorry if Ryan is ooc or whatever, but he can act however he wants to act in my head, okay?
