Title:This is bullshit (6/?)</>
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan</>
Rating:R</>
Summary:I don't know if I should call him or not....</>
Disclaimer:*sigh*</>
Author’s Note: OK, so it’s not a standalone. It’s a co-write. I am Brendon, youbrat is Ryan (italics). Alot more talking, a lot less action. Although, perhaps more to come...PLUS...don't get mad at youbrat for the cliffhangers...you all know that that is COMPLETELY me!</i>



Pulling into my driveway, all the lights were on in the house.

Walking up to the sidewalk, I saw my mom peer out of the living room curtains. The door was open before I even got to it.

“Couch! Right now Mister!” she was pissed.

Great, just what I needed.

Way to kill one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me, I got a college student’s number.

A cute one at that.

I know...he was all dressed up, but those eyes...

I strolled in and sat down across from my father, my mom sitting next to him.

“Son, what were you doing out so late on a school night?” my father asked calmly.

I gulped, ‘Spence and I were just meeting up with some friends...”

He nodded, “Could you not have called or told us?”

Looking down, “I’m sorry Dad, I lost track of time.”

Mom started, “Brendon! It is a school night! You know the rules of...” My father stopped her from speaking.

“Brendon, Son, I know you are almost out of school and are going away to college in the fall, but you have three more weeks to obey our rules, and if you would like to attend your senior prom and have the graduation party you wanted, I suggest you follow our rules for less than a month, then we will be more leinient in the summer...”

“But, Honey...” my mom started.

He glanced at her, placing his hand on her knee and sighed, “Dear, he is almost an adult, we have to let go...” looking back at me, “It’s almost midnight Brendon, I suggest you get ready for bed. We’ll see you at breakfast in the morning.”

Whoa...that was easy!

Now the hard part...should I call Ryan tonight...or make him wait?

I walked into my dorm room a short time later and closed the door behind me. Kicking off my shoes, I didn’t even bother to undress before collapsing on the bed and sighing to myself. If someone wanted to find a kid who was clearly confused with everything, all they had to do was look in my bedroom on my bed, and they’d see one of the most confused kids on the planet.

I wasn’t sure how to take the encounter with Brendon, and part of me was far too exhausted to really even be able to start thinking about it. Instead, I figured that I could wake up tomorrow and think about it between classes and everything. I mean, I had given Spencer my number to give to Brendon, yes, but that didn’t mean that he and I were okay or whatever. Things were just so jumbled and messed up. And that kiss didn’t help the situation either; I think it just made me all the more confused.

Sighing and pushed myself up off the bed, grabbing the makeup remover and wiping away all the eyeliner and eye shadow before running my hand through my hair. It was time for bed. My brain could think the next day. With that I stripped off the leather pants and put them gently on the chair in the corner, and then the fishnet shirt, leaving me to crawl naked into bed.

I really didn’t want to freak him out and call him already...but, I never really got to say goodbye...

I brushed my teeth, washed my face and took a piss.

Walking back into my room, I still gripped the piece of paper with his number scribbled across it.

I glanced from it to the phone.

It wasn’t to late, was it?

Well, I guess, if he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to answer.

Plus, I just wanted to let him know I made it home safely, I was not grounded, and Spencer had given me his number...that was it!

I promise.

I stripped off to my boxers, grabbing my cell out of my jean pocket before tossing them into the hamper and crawling into bed.

Entering the number, I placed the paper on my night stand and waited to see if he would pick up.

Flicking off the bedside light, I nestled down and into my blankets, sighing softly as the pillows cradled my head, and the covers rested against my skin. I tried to fully shut off my brain, but it wasn’t really working, so I grabbed the remote from beside me and turned on my stereo, letting the music softly fill the room while I shifted around in the sheets.

There is something about being naked in bed. Or maybe I should be more precise, there is something about sheets slipping and caressing over the naked skin that is usually restrained behind or enclosed within some sort of material that doesn’t have the freedom to slip and caress. Needless to say, after an interesting night with revealing clothing that got me acting abnormal and lots of brushes against taut nipples, the kiss with Brendon, the confusion that held me and everything else, the touch of the sheets almost felt like a lover’s caress, feeling sensual and soothing. I kept moving in the sheets to get more.

I sighed as it rang the second time.

Nervousness hit my stomach.

What if he was ignoring me...

I ran my hand along my stomach, my pinkie circling my happy trail.

I hope he answers so I can get off.

I mean, get off the phone and go to bed...

I think...

I groaned when the phone rang, tearing me out of how good it felt to have the sheets and the movement on my skin. I reached over and grabbed my cell phone. I only used the dorm phone for the homework hotline.

With my eyes closed and my body still moving a little against the sheets, I answered it, almost breathless.

”Hello?”

Did I wake him or something?

He was outta breah...or maybe he was excited to see that I called, and he was changing, and he ran over to his phone tripping in the process! Yes! That was it!

“Hey.”

I coughed, shit. I sounded like a forty year old man, my voice always got deeper as tiredness took over my body.

“Um, it’s Brendon, I just realized that I uh, never, really got to say goodnight, so um, goodnight...”

I tickled the hairs, readjusting myself on the bed.

My head arched back into the pillow, and I tried to adjust my breathing. If he hadn’t called, and I kept it up, I’d be on my way to all sorts of wild fantasies. Okay, maybe not wild, but fantasies all the same. I licked my lips and felt my hips shift as if on their own. Maybe I’d let myself go too far, and I shouldn’t have answered the phone because maybe now I couldn’t stop.

”Oh…” I bit my lip and took a shaky breath, forcing my hips to still on the bed, but that didn’t stop my free hand from moving the sheets on its own.

I laughed in a breathless manner and murmured. “Goodnight then too.”

“Are you jerking off?”

”No.”

“Um, ok...then, are you ok?”

I mean, dude, you are out of breath...

“Cause, you um, seem to be out of breath...or did someone else come in your window?”

Please don’t say yes...

I smiled to myself and licked my lips. “I’m a little distracted…soft caressing touches and all…”

I moved one of my legs, repositioning myself on the bed and started absently thinking that I should try buying satin sheets and find out what they felt like on my skin.

“Did you just call to say goodnight Brendon?”

Oh, fuck...

That. Is. Hot.

“Uh, yeah, I um...”

Come on Bren, ok, don’t come, but get it together. You can do this!

“No, I mean, yeah, but and to tell you that I am home ok, and I didn’t get grounded and, wait? Soft caressing touches?”

Twisting my wrist, I still played with my happy trail, but used the back of my hand to rub the forming tent in my boxers.

I smirked. It was so easy to get this kid going and distracted and flustered, I loved it.

“I’m glad you didn’t get grounded. You should have gone home sooner, and you would have, if Spencer didn’t see me.”

I shifted again and sucked in a shaky breath. Sensitive skin + sheets running over it + hormones running high = Ryan wanting to get it on.

I spoke again, in that voice that you seem to only be able to find when you’re in the middle of an extremely hot sexual encounter, or getting yourself off. “Soft…caressing…moving…mmmm…..fingers…lips…tongue…” Okay, so I was lying a little, but it’d help him get riled up.

Fuck these boxers for being so damn tight!

“Ugh...”

Ok, I wasn’t supposed to let that out, but you slid your boxers over your erection and tell me the roughness of the elastic doesn’t feel amazing...

I gulped again, licking my lips. Biting into them as I cupped my balls, palming my erection.

“What was that Brendon? Should I leave you to your hand while I return to the eager mouth?”

I smiled to myself and sucked in a soft breath as I shifted under the sheets again. I hadn’t even touched myself. It’s just sometimes things touching you the right way at an unexpected moment changes everything in a heartbeat. And the sheet was feeling as amazing as a warm body touching me right then, and of course that told me just how horny I was right then.

“Yeah...” I squeezed a little, holding the phone to my shoulder, allowing my other hand to travel along my body. Over my stomach, across my abs, along the rib cage. Back down to trace my hip bones, my fingers walked there way up to my nipples, squeezing both for good measure.

“Wait? What mouth? Who’s mouth?”

I smirked and arched into the sheets. I didn’t know what it was about them, but I wasn’t about to stop them from caressing my skin.

“You asked if I was jerking off…I said no…you asked if someone else climbed in my window…I didn’t answer…only who needs to climb through the window when the door is open…”

I slid my hand down over the sheet on my stomach. There was a part of me that was curious if I could get off without ever even touching my own skin, just touching the sheet, and just letting it slither and caress its way over me.

“Did you think I was alone?”

My hands stopped as I gripped the phone.

I was on the verge of tears for the third time of the night.

“Yeah, Ryan...I actually did think you were alone...but I guess I was stupid and wrong again. Good night Ryan.”

I groaned, my hand moved from my stomach down to the inside of my thigh, my fingers slipping along the sheet.

"Brendon...why're you so emotional right now? You're not gonna tell me thats hot?"

This kid was frustrating...FRUSTRATING me to death! I wasn't sure I could read him or know what to say to him sometimes, but I didn't want him to just go off thinking that I had someone actually sucking me off or anything. He should have figured out by now I just liked to tease him.

“I’m just tired. And wore out. Tonight...it didn’t go like i expected at all. I was hoping to find you and it would be like in the movies or something. We’d come running together and make out...” I sighed, “And it didn’t. I was at least hoping it would be as fun and carefree as when we were on the phone, but it was anything but. I think it was all the black, it makes me feisty...”

STOP BEING SO DAMN EMO! THAT IS RYAN’S JOB!

Plus, I really needed to get off...

“I’m sorry, but, is there really someone in your room? Or do you have such a good imagination that your envisioning me on top of you, hands at your sides, lowering my mouth around your erection as my bottom half grinds into the mattress?”

Yep, my hands were back to work again...

I laughed softly. “Actually, there is someone here, his name is Sam, I’ll introduce you when you climb through my window one night. I think you’ll like him.”

I tried to make sure my voice was light. I didn’t want him thinking I was seriously saying there was a guy here sucking me off, because honestly, after seeing the kids lips, I’d wait for the day that he’d be here actually sucking me off.

“He sleeps with me every night. Just, tonight he seems to want to touch me…everywhere. Caress me…and god does it feel good…”

I let my voice drop. “How good of an imagination do you have Brendon?”

“What?” I smirked, “Is he your stuffed monkey?”

My hand moved to stroke my erection at the thought of him molesting a stuffed animal, hips arching up, while he rotates and presses it against him.

“As far as my imagination...it grows...it grows bigger and bigger...just like another body part every time you talk like that...”

I laughed at the comment about the stuffed monkey and shook my head, forcefully moving the sheet over me and whispered huskily.

“No, he’s not a stuffed monkey. You’ll meet him when you get here…whenever that’ll be. You’ll like him, if you don’t get jealous of him.”

I moaned softly, biting my lip as I rubbed my hips with the sheet. I was going to be buying satin sheets later that week, I just knew it.

“And how do I talk Brendon?”

Biting my lip, I thrust into my hand.

“Oh, not a monkey huh...I can’t wait to met him. Mr. Sam Dildo...”

Dammit, I need to stop putting these thoughts into my head...I’ll be coming before he even does, and he started before me...

“Your voice, it’s all, seductive and stuff, like when you do that thing, with your hair and your eyes,” I thrust up into my hand again, “So, sexy...”

I laughed softly again, damn near writhing under the sheet and wondering how in hell the sheet was getting me all hot and bothered like it was. After all, it was a sheet!

"Not a monkey...not a dildo...though that would be fun to play inside you with...have you ever played with one?"

I smiled to myself at how he was explaining, I never thought of myself as seductive or sexy, but I liked that he did. "How sexy am I Brendon? And how sexy is it to be writhing in a bed with no one touching me..." I moaned quietly, knowing this wasn't going to last much longer.

I reached over in my drawer for the tube of lube I keep there.

I couldn’t find it.

Panicking, I got up, emptying the contents of the drawer on the floor, luckily it was the last thing that fell out.

Shit...what if my mom had found that when she cleaned my room?

“No...no dildo...just fingers...” I mumbled as I undid the cap with my teeth, squirting the some of the contents on my stomach for easier access.

Tossing the tube...somewhere...I rubbed two of my fingers in the substance, lathering them up before bringing my knees up, my feet resting on the bed.

“You,” I inserted two fingers at once, “Uh, you, your eyes,” I pressed into my fingers, “You are sexy, fuck Ryan, it feels good...”

I could hear...things. I knew what he was doing and damn if it didn't make all of it all the more enticing and erotic in a sense. I wanted him, every ounce of being inside me knew I wanted him, and I could hear that he wanted me, it felt good, even after everything tonight. It was almost like the sheet was his skin, and I forced myself to believe thats exactly what it was, it was him, because I wanted it, wanted him that bad.

My voice came out in a breathless whisper, heavy ladden with pleasure and desire and I silently cursed the distance between us and the fact that he was still in high school and not in this dorm, because if he was he'd be in my bed right then.

"You'll have more than fingers...god I'll play with you so good you'll have wondered what took you so long to try. You won't even need me to touch you and you'll be begging me to play with your body..." I arched up, feeling my body convulse in pleasure and anticipation and I let a soft moan slip from my lips, a moan of his name. "I'll play...and watch...you'll beg for more."

All I could do was nod.

“That,” my mouth was suddenly dry, I licked my lips, before tugging the bottom one in completely as I inserted a third finger inside me while my upper arm massaged my nipple, “Oh, that is perfect. I’ll let you play...and watch, and I’ll beg Ryan, oh how I’ll beg, over and over. Your name...over and over. Spilling off my lips as it has done so often since, uh, the first time...”

“I wanna be there,” my body shook as my fingers fucked me, “I wanna be there with you. With you inside me. With you touching me...now Ry, I want you now...”

I bit my lip, my body quivering and my muscles spasming as i gasped softly for air. The night had started strange, it would end stranger still, but with such pleasure...

"Bren..." I moaned as my body began to betray my mouth. My breathing was heavier, my pulse fast and heavy in my chest, my free hand moved about on top of the sheet, sliding over my stomach and thighs, my hips and chest, the feeling of the sheet and heaviness of my hand teasing me toward the end.

"Come...come here....here....now..."

Pressing my fingers up as far as they could go, I almost dropped the phone. Sliding up to get it, “Fuck!” I brushed my prostate in the process.

“I wanna,” his breathing and my hand...and... “I wanna be there. I want you in me, Ryan, I want you to come inside me. I want you to thrust into my...” my eyes crossed as a wave a heat spread throughout my body onto my fingertips and the tips of my toes. My legs spread out on the bed as I repeatedly poked and rubbed my prostate.

“I...Ryan...”

I couldn't help it, listening to him, he was getting himself off and the sound of it was pure pleasure pure intoxication, and I moaned his name. Everything inside me pictured him against me, pictured him riding me, touching me, and his mouth...his lips...kissing me.

I gasped in shock and pleasure as it tore through me and I gave in, I couldn't hold it back and I gave in, to the images, the sounds the feelings, the expectations, the desires, the wants, the memory of his kiss, I gave into all of and came, gasping his name and gripping onto the sheet as it still slithered and caressed its way over my skin.

“So hot...um, so fucking hot...”

I dropped the phone, using the now free hand to grasp myself and stroke my length less than five times before coming, mumbling, as I said, his name over and over.

Goosebumps traveling up and down my body as ever muscle tightened and restricted, my warm coming mixing with the now cool lube on my stomach.

I lay back, panting, the phone still next to my ear, but virtually forgetting it as I tried to regain my composure and my breath. I opened my eyes to glance at the clock and smiled lazily as they slipped closed again. It was the first time I'd ever done something like that, getting off without even touching myself, and as odd as it might have been, it felt amazingly good.

Licking my lips I let my hands slide up over my chest, feeling the small beads of sweat on my skin and I forced myself deeper into the pillow and bed, stretching out my muscles, feeling languid but content after.

Once my breathing allowed me to talk again I sighed, “Wow. How is it that you can do that to me? Over the phone?”

Reaching down, I picked up a wet wipe I stole from BW3’s, opening the packet and wiping my hands and stomach, tossing the used cloth in the garbage.

“Ryan?”

I heard his voice as if from a tunnel and turned, lazily picking up the phone and murmuring quietly. "What was that?"

I yawned softly and nestled against the pillow, turning on my side. I didn't have the energy to get up and clean up after myself and figured I'd do that in the morning. Right then I just wanted to sleep, but not, of course, without saying good night.

“I said,” I yawned, “Uh, nevermind...”

Yawning again, I stretched before recoiling on my side, smiling, knowing he was laying naked on the bed, probably doing the same.

“Goodnight,” another yawn, “Ryan...”

"Bren?"

My voice was heavy and sleepy and I knew I wouldn't get much time before exhaustion overtook me.

“Hmmm?”

"When can I have you here?"

A smile crept across my face, “Not soon enough, Ry, not soon enough.”

"I'd rather it be your touch than my own...be soon?"

“Me too, I wanna fall asleep with your arms around me,” I sat up slightly, now more awake, I wanted to see him again, but I wasn’t sure if he was just talking or if he really liked me, and I was more afraid if there wasn’t a phone between us if it would be a repeat of tonight...

But, for once, I will go with my heart, “Ry? Will you...would you? I mean, Friday night, there’s this movie coming out, would you, liketogoseeitwithme?”

I smiled softly, feeling the tendrils of sleep taking hold of me and murmured quietly into the phone.

"Only if you come here too..."

My mouth went dry, yet again, I wanted to, but, I’ve never...I mean I watch porn like it’s my job, but...I’ve never you know, and what if he wants to, you know...

“It’s a date...” I cringed, hoping he didn’t hear the uncertainty.

I smiled to myself and murmured. "Sam'll like you...night Bren."
"I hope. Night Ryan."