FIC [TYV]: Take the Days as they Come
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inkisrunningSeries: Take the Days as they Come
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
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We're at the meat of our tour. You know, past the first show jitters and past the whole getting into the groove of things. Now, we're in the groove. We're in the meat of it.
Everything is going smooth. Going right. And getting to the point where we're all going a little mad. But it's the good kind of mad. The kind where we're comfortable with the madness and it becomes our peace. You know?
We're in another motel. One of our treats to ourselves. Jon and I share a room as always, but this time we decide to change things a bit. We didn't go out with the others to explore the town, rather, we decide to stay in to do nothing. Completely nothing.
Picture this: Arriving to the smallest town you can imagine after a twenty-hour drive, singing in said town and reliving the best night ever, being told by several women that you made their dreams come true and being proposed to by several others, imagine leaving this place and you're so high on adrenaline, and you come back to a room that is not much bigger than the van you've come to call home. What do you do?
"I'm so fucking tired," I mutter.
"Don't lie." Jon smiles at me over his shoulder as he opens the door to our room. "You're fucking glowing with energy."
"That's sweat." I roll my eyes. "I get first shower."
"Fuck that, you had first shower last time." Jon rushes in as soon as he gets the door open.
As soon as I pass through, he closes the door behind me. But before I can get any further into the room, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I stumble against him and he traps me against the door. To say the least, I can't move. His hand still encircles my wrist and has it pinned above my head. His other hand is splayed out across my chest. One of his legs is aligned in between mine and I could feel his arousal against the inside of my thigh and he leans into me. The clothes separating us becomes a delicious layer of friction as Jon moves in fractions, but it also serves as a damnable wall as all I want is to feel his skin against mine.
I figure he's gonna kiss me. But he doesn't. He licks his lips and moves impossibly closer. His eyes are locked onto mine and there is no looking away. I think that this is a prelude to the best fuck of best fucks. As I feel Jon take a breath into his lungs to speak, my muscles twitch in anticipation.
"Let me bathe you?" Jon finally whispers.
"Fuck yes--wait. What?"
"You heard me."
"How 'bout I let you fuck me?"
"Tonight, let's not."
At this point I'm not sure what he's getting at so I try to get away. I'm strong, but his leg moves in and up and my bits enter dangerous territory. "What the fuck, Jon?"
Jon smirks, and I kind of want to punch him.
"What kind of drugs are you on?" I ask, and it's a literal question.
"None what so ever. What drugs are you on?"
"I'm not on anything," I say, and I think it pertinent to know that I answered honestly.
"Good," he says and he kisses me. And I really didn't want to kiss back, but I did.
He pulls away and I find myself following him. He enters the bathroom and turns to face me. To be honest, I'm not thinking as he peels off my clothes. He places kisses against my skin as he unbuttons my shirt. One of his hands grips the side of my hip as he lowers the zipper to my pants. This is all nothing new. We've done this hundreds of times in a hundred different ways.
I try to pull Jon up once he's got me undressed so I could do the same to him, but he shakes his head. And then I remember his request and for some reason I tense up. I think it's stupid. I think I shouldn't feel this way when I trust Jon in every sense of the word, but the idea scares me. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because we haven't done this before, and I want to," Jon says, nearly whispering. He finds my hand again and for some reason I think of how his hand feels around mine. How our hands don't quite fit. It's perfect.
I end up stepping into the tub, feeling ugly and awkward as Jon looks at me while he turns on the water. He doesn't say anything and he doesn't touch me and I kind of want to scream.
"You know, I don't think I've told you how beautiful you are."
I look away at this.
His hand moves to my chin, to tilt my face towards him. "No, look at me."
"This is stupid, Jon."
"But why?" Jon says gently, but clearly surprised.
"Because it is. I mean, fuck, I'm sitting naked in a bathtub filled with water and you're looking at me."
"Would you rather it not be water?" Jon raises his eyebrows.
"You know what I mean," I say sarcastically, but I could feel the tug of a smile.
"I know what you mean, but just... just relax, okay? Please?" Jon says, and I find myself lost in his eyes. I nod, and he breaks eye contact for a second as he grabs the free soap off the counter.
I close my eyes as soon as he makes contact. He starts with my left hand. He soaps and washes each finger, spending time and care as he travels across my skin. His hands slippery with soap, as he rubs in slow circles.
He doesn't say anything, but I could feel his eyes on me and as he moves slowly up my arm I feel that he's said too much.
I start to relax. I feel my bones, my muscles and my skin begin to hum with pleasure. But the feeling is gone too soon as I open my eyes in surprise when he started to wash my underarms, because really? Really? And I catch him smirking, I'm sure he's enjoying my discomfort. I tense up and turn the other way again, I want to pull away, but something in me wants him to not ever stop. "I'm ticklish, you know?"
Jon doesn't answer me. Instead, he chuckles. "Look at me," he says gently. He moves up onto his knees at the side of the tub and reaches for the back of my neck. The slow, rubbing circles continue over my shoulders to my clavicles and down to my chest.
It's quiet, too quiet, but I can't bring myself to break this moment between us. It's terrifying as he looks at me; he's not smiling, not even smirking, but his eyes are telling me something that I'm not sure I'm ready to hear.
His hands are making its way down lower, he pauses at the side of my stomach as he uses his other hand to take hold of my other wrist. He moves to take my hand and I interlace my fingers with his.
"This isn't about sex," I say.
"No," Jon replies, but I didn't need to hear his answer to know what he was thinking.
"I'm going to get all pruney."
Jon makes a face. "I didn't get to the lower half though." Jon points out.
"You can do it next time," I say as I stand.
"Next time." Jon repeats and makes a move to pull the stopper from the tub.
The water drains.
"You gonna shower?"
We're both standing now and my hand finds its way to the nape of his neck. "Come join me?" I find myself asking and I don't really know if I'm referring to the shower or something else entirely, if that makes any sense at all.
My hands find the hem of his shirt before I even realize what I'm doing. Jon holds his hands up as I pull it off from him. His pants go down and I recall my earlier thought of literally wanting nothing separating us. The thought brings up another thought, but it's too complicated to put into words.
"You're shivering," Jon whispers.
I want to tell him it's not because I'm cold. But I don't tell him. Not yet.
I tug on Jon's hands, and he steps into the tub. He pulls the shower curtain and I turn on the hot water. Mechanical things.
Jon's hands reach for me and I find myself reaching for him. "I'm so fucking tired," I confess.
"I know," Jon says.
"You're out of your mind for being here, you know?"
"I know, but I don't care."
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A/N: I don't even know what this is. Honestly, when I first started writing this piece I had a whole different idea in my head. lol
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
ccc
We're at the meat of our tour. You know, past the first show jitters and past the whole getting into the groove of things. Now, we're in the groove. We're in the meat of it.
Everything is going smooth. Going right. And getting to the point where we're all going a little mad. But it's the good kind of mad. The kind where we're comfortable with the madness and it becomes our peace. You know?
We're in another motel. One of our treats to ourselves. Jon and I share a room as always, but this time we decide to change things a bit. We didn't go out with the others to explore the town, rather, we decide to stay in to do nothing. Completely nothing.
Picture this: Arriving to the smallest town you can imagine after a twenty-hour drive, singing in said town and reliving the best night ever, being told by several women that you made their dreams come true and being proposed to by several others, imagine leaving this place and you're so high on adrenaline, and you come back to a room that is not much bigger than the van you've come to call home. What do you do?
"I'm so fucking tired," I mutter.
"Don't lie." Jon smiles at me over his shoulder as he opens the door to our room. "You're fucking glowing with energy."
"That's sweat." I roll my eyes. "I get first shower."
"Fuck that, you had first shower last time." Jon rushes in as soon as he gets the door open.
As soon as I pass through, he closes the door behind me. But before I can get any further into the room, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I stumble against him and he traps me against the door. To say the least, I can't move. His hand still encircles my wrist and has it pinned above my head. His other hand is splayed out across my chest. One of his legs is aligned in between mine and I could feel his arousal against the inside of my thigh and he leans into me. The clothes separating us becomes a delicious layer of friction as Jon moves in fractions, but it also serves as a damnable wall as all I want is to feel his skin against mine.
I figure he's gonna kiss me. But he doesn't. He licks his lips and moves impossibly closer. His eyes are locked onto mine and there is no looking away. I think that this is a prelude to the best fuck of best fucks. As I feel Jon take a breath into his lungs to speak, my muscles twitch in anticipation.
"Let me bathe you?" Jon finally whispers.
"Fuck yes--wait. What?"
"You heard me."
"How 'bout I let you fuck me?"
"Tonight, let's not."
At this point I'm not sure what he's getting at so I try to get away. I'm strong, but his leg moves in and up and my bits enter dangerous territory. "What the fuck, Jon?"
Jon smirks, and I kind of want to punch him.
"What kind of drugs are you on?" I ask, and it's a literal question.
"None what so ever. What drugs are you on?"
"I'm not on anything," I say, and I think it pertinent to know that I answered honestly.
"Good," he says and he kisses me. And I really didn't want to kiss back, but I did.
He pulls away and I find myself following him. He enters the bathroom and turns to face me. To be honest, I'm not thinking as he peels off my clothes. He places kisses against my skin as he unbuttons my shirt. One of his hands grips the side of my hip as he lowers the zipper to my pants. This is all nothing new. We've done this hundreds of times in a hundred different ways.
I try to pull Jon up once he's got me undressed so I could do the same to him, but he shakes his head. And then I remember his request and for some reason I tense up. I think it's stupid. I think I shouldn't feel this way when I trust Jon in every sense of the word, but the idea scares me. "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because we haven't done this before, and I want to," Jon says, nearly whispering. He finds my hand again and for some reason I think of how his hand feels around mine. How our hands don't quite fit. It's perfect.
I end up stepping into the tub, feeling ugly and awkward as Jon looks at me while he turns on the water. He doesn't say anything and he doesn't touch me and I kind of want to scream.
"You know, I don't think I've told you how beautiful you are."
I look away at this.
His hand moves to my chin, to tilt my face towards him. "No, look at me."
"This is stupid, Jon."
"But why?" Jon says gently, but clearly surprised.
"Because it is. I mean, fuck, I'm sitting naked in a bathtub filled with water and you're looking at me."
"Would you rather it not be water?" Jon raises his eyebrows.
"You know what I mean," I say sarcastically, but I could feel the tug of a smile.
"I know what you mean, but just... just relax, okay? Please?" Jon says, and I find myself lost in his eyes. I nod, and he breaks eye contact for a second as he grabs the free soap off the counter.
I close my eyes as soon as he makes contact. He starts with my left hand. He soaps and washes each finger, spending time and care as he travels across my skin. His hands slippery with soap, as he rubs in slow circles.
He doesn't say anything, but I could feel his eyes on me and as he moves slowly up my arm I feel that he's said too much.
I start to relax. I feel my bones, my muscles and my skin begin to hum with pleasure. But the feeling is gone too soon as I open my eyes in surprise when he started to wash my underarms, because really? Really? And I catch him smirking, I'm sure he's enjoying my discomfort. I tense up and turn the other way again, I want to pull away, but something in me wants him to not ever stop. "I'm ticklish, you know?"
Jon doesn't answer me. Instead, he chuckles. "Look at me," he says gently. He moves up onto his knees at the side of the tub and reaches for the back of my neck. The slow, rubbing circles continue over my shoulders to my clavicles and down to my chest.
It's quiet, too quiet, but I can't bring myself to break this moment between us. It's terrifying as he looks at me; he's not smiling, not even smirking, but his eyes are telling me something that I'm not sure I'm ready to hear.
His hands are making its way down lower, he pauses at the side of my stomach as he uses his other hand to take hold of my other wrist. He moves to take my hand and I interlace my fingers with his.
"This isn't about sex," I say.
"No," Jon replies, but I didn't need to hear his answer to know what he was thinking.
"I'm going to get all pruney."
Jon makes a face. "I didn't get to the lower half though." Jon points out.
"You can do it next time," I say as I stand.
"Next time." Jon repeats and makes a move to pull the stopper from the tub.
The water drains.
"You gonna shower?"
We're both standing now and my hand finds its way to the nape of his neck. "Come join me?" I find myself asking and I don't really know if I'm referring to the shower or something else entirely, if that makes any sense at all.
My hands find the hem of his shirt before I even realize what I'm doing. Jon holds his hands up as I pull it off from him. His pants go down and I recall my earlier thought of literally wanting nothing separating us. The thought brings up another thought, but it's too complicated to put into words.
"You're shivering," Jon whispers.
I want to tell him it's not because I'm cold. But I don't tell him. Not yet.
I tug on Jon's hands, and he steps into the tub. He pulls the shower curtain and I turn on the hot water. Mechanical things.
Jon's hands reach for me and I find myself reaching for him. "I'm so fucking tired," I confess.
"I know," Jon says.
"You're out of your mind for being here, you know?"
"I know, but I don't care."
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A/N: I don't even know what this is. Honestly, when I first started writing this piece I had a whole different idea in my head. lol
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