Party Like It's MIdnight and I'm Totally Wasted (Oneshot) (original) (raw)

Title: Party Like It's Midnight and I'm Totally Wasted (Oneshot)
Author: punkthriller23
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Third
Summary: Ryan and Brendon are just two drunk teenagers with one thing on there mind.
Disclaimer: This is complete and utter fiction created by my own imagination!!
Beta: komurans_light
Author Notes: I hope this is enjoyed :)

“He’s a loser, Ryan. Why the fuck did you bring him here?” Jon asked while rummaging through the fridge for more beer for the group.

“He’s not a loser,” Ryan replied. “He just needs to loosen up a bit.”

“Well, he better loosen up fast because he’s killing my drinking mood.”

Jon pushed the fringe closed with a swing of his hip and exited the kitchen with Ryan in tow. He grabbed one of the beers from his bearded friend’s hand before settling back down beside his discontented boyfriend.

“Drink this,” Ryan said, as more of a suggestion than anything else, and held the bear can in front of Brendon’s face.

“I don’t want it,” he replied, pushing the can away. “I want to go home, Ryan.”

“Aww don’t go!” Gabe called from the red beanbag chair in the corner. “You’re really the life of the party here, Brendon!”

Brendon rolled his eyes at the sarcastic teenager before turning to glare at Ryan.

“Shut up, Gabe,” Ryan ordered firmly, causing Jon, Pete, and William to laugh.

“Someone just got moded!” William shouted as he threw an empty bear can at Gabe’s head.

“Who the fuck says ‘moded’ anymore, asshole?!” Gabe spat back.

Ryan ignored his near-wasted friends and leaned in closer to Brendon so he couldn’t be heard. “Please, Brendon. We’ll just say for a little bit longer. Please?”

“I think Ryan’s whipped,” Pete whispered to Jon, causing them both to snicker under their breaths.

“I want to go home. This isn’t fun,” Brendon said through gritted teeth.

“That’s ‘cause you aren’t drinking!” Pete yelled as he clinked cans with his friends.

“Please, Brendon?” Ryan asked, using his best puppy dog face. Although it wasn’t as pathetic as Ryan would like, Brendon always fell for it.

“Fine.” Brendon sighed and took the beer from Ryan’s hand as obnoxious cheers emitted from the four other boys. “One drink.”

Brendon put the can to his lips and downed as much as possible before taking a breath and continuing with the rest. Ryan was about to pat Brendon on the back and say he didn’t need to drink that fast, but Brendon was already asking for another one. Even though Ryan knew Brendon was a light weight, he didn’t protest as Jon handed him a second, and then a third.
By the forth drink, Ryan was having trouble keeping his boyfriend off the floor.

“Ryan, I’m an otter!” Brendon announced with a slur while using his arms to slide his body across Jon’s carpet. “Come be an otter with me, Ryan! Come on!”

“Brendon, you’re so weird!” Ryan said from the couch before taking another gulp of his third beer. Ryan knew he was a little drunk, but he could hold his liquor a lot better than Brendon.

“I want to be an otter!” William yelled with flailed arms as he jumped up from his chair and plopped down right on top of Brendon.

Brendon laughed as he wiggled his body underneath Williams causing the lanky boy to moan unnecessarily loud.

“Ryan, I love your boyfriend,” he mumbled against Brendon’s neck.

Ryan grumbled incoherently under his breath as he got down on the floor and pushed his friend off of Brendon and wrapping his arms around his body. “Don’t touch him! He’s mine!” He yelled at William before darting his tongue out and lapping at Brendon’s cheek.

Okay, maybe Ryan couldn’t hold his liquor better than Brendon.

William pouted and climbed into Gabe’s lap as Brendon giggled and attached his mouth to Ryan’s.

“PDA! My eyes are burning!” Jon shouted, causing Brendon to giggle even more. Brendon giggled a lot when he was drunk.

“Ryan, you are so fucking sexy,” Brendon muttered seductively.

Ryan’s breath hitched as the younger boy pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Pete whistled, encouraging Brendon to start undoing Ryan’s jeans.

“Fuck, Brendon.” Ryan stopped his boyfriend’s hands from pulling his pants off, but continued to laugh. “Not in front of everyone.”

“Yes! Do it in front of everyone!” Pete cheered with his fist pumping.

“But I want you now, Ry. I’m so fucking horny,” Brendon pouted, and his pout was far more convincing than Ryan’s. However, Ryan was just sober enough to know that letting his incredibly hot boyfriend have his way with him in front of his obnoxiously wasted friends would be a horrible idea, so when Brendon began to rub himself through his jeans, Ryan grabbed his wrist.

“If you don’t want him I’ll gladly take him!” William announced as he tried to pry himself from Gabe’s grasp.

“No! He’s mine!” Ryan yelled as he wrapped his arms around Brendon again. “Can’t we go to one of the bedrooms?”

Brendon gasped and pulled Ryan’s head back by his hair in shock. “They have those here?!”

Jon, Pete, and William all broke out laughing and Gabe pushed William off his lap and puffed out his chest, saying, “Yes! I will show you to the magical bedrooms!”

He marched into the hallway and Ryan and Brendon quickly jumped up to follow him. He stopped in front of the last door on the left and turned around.

“This is Jon’s parent’s room and the bed is nice and squishy,” Gabe insisted as he opened the door and practically forced the other two boys inside.

“How would you know that?” Ryan asked with a lazy smirk.

“I know everything, Ross.” Gabe threw them both a wink before adding, “Have fun, and if you need any help…” Another wink, and he was out the door.

As soon as Ryan locked the door, he was being pushed against it and Brendon’s hands were all over him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Brendon whispered against the back of Ryan’s neck, his hot breath sending sparks right down to Ryan’s already hard cock. He wasn’t the only one either. Ryan pushed his hips back and felt Brendon’s hard-on twitch against his ass.

Ryan hurriedly toed his shoes off as Brendon’s hands roamed freely underneath his shirt, running his fingertips across his nipples just to be a tease. Once his shoes were kicked to the side, Ryan turned around and captured his boyfriend’s mouth with his own as his hands went straight for Brendon’s belt buckle. Their tongues rolled together like it was the most natural thing in the world and the warmth of Brendon’s mouth almost made it impossible for Ryan not to jerk off right there.

He managed to hold off though, just long enough for him to get himself, and his boyfriend, naked and on Jon’s parent’s bed. The pillowcases were tacky and the bedspread was itchy, but Gabe was right about the mattress being very squishy. However, this was the last thing on either boy’s mind because at that moment, Brendon was on top of Ryan and their mouths were crashing together in a mixture of passion, lust, and drunken immaturity. Ryan was sure he was going to swallow Brendon’s tongue when a loud knock erupted from the door.

“Ryan! Where the fuck did you put my weed?!” Jon yelled through the thin slab of wood.
“Up your ass! Leave me alone!” Ryan immediately went back to making out with his boyfriend, ignoring the “fuck you” Jon shouted as he walked back to the living room.

Brendon pulled back to sit up straight, looking down at Ryan through squinted eyes. “You wanna know what’s going to be up my ass?”

Ryan held back a moan as Brendon slowly rubbed their dicks together, feeling the hot pre-cum from Brendon’s mix with his own. “My peepee?” he asked, looking so turned on it was a little pathetic.

“Mhm.” Brendon licked his lips while rubbing his thumb over the head of Ryan’s dick a few times.

Ryan watched with his bottom lip tucked securely between his teeth while Brendon lifted himself over Ryan’s dick. Ryan was quickly sobering up because he definitely wanted to remember this the next day. They have been dating for three months and have had sex two times, both were very, very awkward. Maybe Ryan should try getting them both drunk more often.

Brendon started to lower himself down, the head of Ryan’s cock pressing slowly past the tight ring on muscles that Brendon was trying very hard not to contract. Brendon hadn’t prepped himself beforehand like he normally does, but Ryan was hoping Brendon would still be okay.
“Fuck,” Ryan breathed. He was trying his best not to push up and force his entire dick inside his boyfriend because he knew Brendon was taking his time for a reason, but the urge was getting unbearable.

“God, Ryan,” Brendon muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut. Ryan wasn’t sure if he was complaining, or if he was enjoying it, but it didn’t matter because soon he was completely inside the boy and all he could think about was the fire burning in his abdomen telling him to fuck the shit out of Brendon.

Ryan moved his hands to Brendon’s hips, helping him to balance himself as he lifted partly off Ryan’s dick. Brendon held onto Ryan’s shoulders as he came back down quickly, causing both boys to moan in unison. Ryan closed his eyes and tried to thrust up into Brendon at the same time he pushed down on him. Ryan knew he was hitting his boyfriend’s prostate because of the sounds echoing from his throat and the clenching of his fingers around Ryan’s thin shoulders.

“God, Ryan, God!” Brendon moaned, his posture slumping over so his forehead was resting on Ryan’s chest as he continued to pump his ass up and down on Ryan’s dick.

Ryan groaned as he felt the constant pressure of the other boy’s hot muscles squeezing his dick every time he would thrust up. He ran his hand, a little too roughly, around Brendon’s back- through the sweat.

“Yes, yes, God, Ryan!” Brendon yelled against Ryan’s chest. Brendon sure liked to say ‘God, Ryan’ a lot, but Ryan could really care less. His extremely sexy boyfriend was moaning his name and the Lord’s name like they were the same person. Ryan was not going to complain about that.

“Yo, Ryan!” he heard along with a few pounds on the door.

Brendon groaned, but Ryan knew it wasn’t from the pleasure.

“Go away!” He yelled back, although still trying to keep his full attention on Brendon. The last thing he wanted was for Brendon to get so annoyed that he couldn’t finish.

“Ryan! Your bitch is being too fucking loud!” Pete yelled as the other boys laughed in the background.

Brendon stopped and glared at the door.

“Go the fuck away!” Ryan yelled, even louder this time so they would get the message. Thankfully, they complied and scampered back down the hall laughing.

“I’m so sorry,” Ryan said quickly, hoping the mood wasn’t totally ruined.

Brendon’s lips connected with Ryan’s softly before muttering, “It’s okay, baby. Just fuck me.”

Ryan bit his lip as he felt his dick move on its own account inside Brendon. He quickly nodded, eager to please, and wasted no time in flipping them both over so he was on top, pressed between Brendon’s legs. He ran his hands up and down Brendon’s sides, looking into his eyes, slowly starting to slide his dick in and out like he was suddenly making it a secret. Everything that happened that night was being contradicted.

“Ryan,” Brendon whispered as his legs opened wider and his toes began to curl. “Mmm, Ryan.”

Ryan put their foreheads together, never breaking eye contact with Brendon, and moaned against his lips as Brendon’s legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper inside with every slow, even thrust. Ryan knew he never wanted this to end- wanted the moment to continue forever, but the urge to get himself and his boyfriend off was too powerful.

He trailed one hands smoothly down Brendon’s body until his long fingers could wrap themselves around his dick. Ryan picked up an even pace, matching the gyrating with the soft stroking.

“Ryan, Please,” Brendon whispered between gentle moans. “You have to come in me, baby. Please.”

Ryan knew Brendon was trying to make it sound like a question- like he was asking this from him, but Ryan also knew Brendon wanted it too much to let it come out as a question. That was no problem for Ryan because just the thought of cuming into Brendon’s ass made him want to spill over that very second, but he wanted them to cum together.

“You have to cum with me,” Ryan mumbled as he swiped his thumb across the head of Brendon’s dick.

“Okay,” Brendon breathed.

Ryan quickened his pace in both respects. His hand jerking and his thrusts speeding up until Ryan couldn’t take the rhythm any longer. He started getting sloppy, but he knew Brendon didn’t mind because he was too busy arching his back and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Brendon clenched his ass around Ryan’s dick harder than any other time which made it impossible for Ryan to hold out any longer. However, he didn’t feel bad about letting go inside Brendon when he felt hot fluid running down his fingers not even a moment later.
It took both boys a minute to regain enough control over their bodies to pull away, even though they really didn’t want to. Ryan heard a slick sound as his softened dick slid from his boyfriend’s hole. He figured he must have cum a lot because some of the liquid was spilling down Brendon’s ass check.

“Ryan,” Brendon whispered as he reached out his hand for him.
Ryan hurriedly pressed himself against Brendon’s side because he knows how much Brendon likes to cuddle.

“I don’t think I’m drunk anymore,” Brendon admitted.

“I know I’m not,” Ryan replied with a short chuckle.

“Ryan,” Brendon whispered again as he nuzzled his nose into Ryan’s hair.

“Yeah?” Ryan questioned, rubbing circles into Brendon’s hipbone with his thumb.

“I love you.”

Ryan looked up in surprise, not that he was necessarily shocked to hear those words, but because they had never told each other they loved each other before. He cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend but he simply smiled in response.

“I… Love you, too.”

“Really?”

Ryan nodded with a huge grin replacing his confused expression. “Yes. I love you. I really, really love you.”

Brendon smiled from ear to ear and pulled Ryan down for a kiss. Although, it wasn’t long until Brendon was pushing him away again.

“Ryan, your friend called me a bitch,” he said with a pout.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Ryan assured, pressing his lips to that pout. “I’ll kick his ass tomorrow.”

“Good.”