Title: This is bullshit (17/?)
Authors: howido_fics & youbrat
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Rating: R
Summary: Date night!
Disclaimer: *sigh*
Author’s Note: This is a co-write.  howido_fics is Brendon, youbrat is Ryan.  Ryan's pov is in blue and Bren's is normal black. 

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I got off work at 8 on the dot.  My manager wouldn’t let me leave early, even though I covered his ass all week.  Fucking figured, use the good kid...

The only good thing that came out of it was him giving me time and a half for this week and tomorrow off. And next Thursday which is Ryan’s last night here.  I had to all but beg, and I was about to drop to my knees when he gave in.

So there I was, smart enough to pack that morning, so I could go straight to Ryan’s after work.  I called ahead for pizza and picked it up on my way over.  The least I could do was bring some food.  I was psyched cause my parents agreed to let me spend the night since I had less than a week left of school.   They knew I needed a break and were aware that his mom would be around, so they were game.

And I couldn’t have been more excited!

I pulled in front of his house, pizza in hand, backpack around my shoulder.  Walking up the steps, I knocked when I got to the door.

I had spent the day packing.  I had one week left, and I had to repack most of my college stuff.  My mom had said it was far too bulky, and I had to pack everything into a more confined space.  So I spent my afternoon doing exactly that.  Alex came over to help for a while, he was already done and fully packed.  He was going over to the studio with Spencer and the guys to rerecord some of the instruments.  He said he was going to have to take Brendon in to work on a few more vocal aspects later, once they got the music set.

We worked for a while before I practically shoved him out the door so I could get ready with my time with Brendon.  I changed and made sure there was stuff in the fridge and that there were a bunch of movies out.  I wasn't quite sure what Brendon wanted to do tonight, so I figured that I'd have everything and anything for a choice.

My parents had gone out of town for the weekend and had allowed me to have my friends over.  I hadn't told them it would just be me and Brendon for the night, but it wouldn't have mattered either way.  Alex was going to spend the night the following night and then they'd be back home on Sunday.

I was just pulling out a few more movies when I heard the knock on the door and went to answer it.  I smiled, seeing Brendon there with a pizza.  "Hey..."

I smiled when he answered the door, “Hey Ryan?  How are you on this lovely evening?” I asked as I moved around him to set the pizza down somewhere.  A. Because it was burning my hand, and B. Cause I wanted to make out with my boyfriend.  Setting it down on the floor right inside the door, I placed my bag next to it and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Once I had my fill, and taste, I stepped back, looking into his eyes then leaned forward and sniffed his neck before attacking it, “This scent on you...” I mumbled into him, “It’s so intoxicating...”  I laughed, kicking myself for listening to Britney’s greatest hits on the way over.

“So,” I picked up the pizza and my bag, “What do you, my boyfriend, have planned for tonight?  Well, besides pizza and making out with me?” I smirked.

Chuckling I pulled him against me and just held him there, looking down into his eyes.  I smiled and touched his cheek.  "You know, you seem to have this knack for teasing me.  You kiss me for a little while and then you pull away.  And then you all attack my neck.  And then you pull away again."

I took the pizza and placed it on the table behind me.  "As for what I have planned...well, the pizza sounds good, the making out with you sounds good, otherwise it’s whatever we want it to be.  I've got ice cream in the freezer, movies, the pool out back, and I'm sure there is other stuff around here, if you're interested."

I grinned and leaned in to kiss him softly again.  "But perhaps we should eat the pizza first before it gets cold."

Pressing my lips to his, I closed the door behind me and pressed him against it for a few moments, just ravaging his mouth.  Eventually I pulled away and winked at him before I grabbed the pizza.  "Do you want to watch a movie while we eat?  You can pick something out."  I placed the pizza box on the table as I passed.  "I'll go grab a couple sodas."

“Just water for me...” I replied as I walked over to the movies that were set out, I wasn’t really in the mood, I mean, movies are just that, recorded shit on shiny things, I would rather hang out.  I could watch  movies when he was in LA.  I could watch movies when I was by myself, but right here, I’m with him, and I want to be with him, not just eat and watch a movie.

Picking up the pizza, I followed him in the kitchen, “It’s kinda warm outside, you wanna eat out there or something, I mean, it’s a waste to sit in front of a TV when we would hang out an, personally, I’d rather watch you then some stupid actor who is overpaid.”

I set the pizza down to place a kiss on his shoulder, “Unless, that is what you want to do, cause I will if you want, I just want to spend every moment I can with you until you have to leave, cause I want to memorize you...”  placing another kiss on his shoulder, I pulled him into me.  Not breaking away until he did this time.

"I just thought we could while we ate.  It wasn't something we had to do all night Bren.  It was just a thought.  We can eat outside though.  There’s a table and chairs out there.  If you want to take the pizza out there I'll grab napkins and everything.  But Bren, we still have another week, okay?  It isn't like I'm leaving tomorrow or anything.  Don't worry though, you have me all night."

Leaning in, I kissed him softly and gently before I pulled away.  "I'll meet you out by the pool, okay?"  I grinned at him and turned back to the fridge to pull out a bunch of things.  I then went and grabbed some plates and napkins and things.  I ran my hand through my hair, checking to be sure everything we'd need for dinner was ready before I carried it out to the patio to see Brendon already seated at the table.

"Did you bring your suit Bren?  We could go swimming after dinner if you like."

I smiled, “I know you aren’t leaving till next week, it’s just with work, the studio, and the fact that it’s my last week of high school...ever....I’m going to be excited and stressed and tired, and I want to make the best of the time we have when I’m halfway calm!”  I ran my fingers up his arm before grabbing the napkins and plates and setting them out for the both of us, “I hope you like cheese, cause that’s what I’ve got, I don’t eat meat, and I wasn’t in the mood for vegetables, I need junk food....but I guess that’s what pizza is...”

After he sat down, I waited till he got a slice of pizza before I got my own, and took a bit.  Perfect.  Not too hot, but the cheese was still gooey, and it wasn’t cold.  I savored the pizza, letting it move around in my mouth as I counted to thirty-two, sitting back, closing my eyes and loving the greasy goodness that floated in my mouth.  It had been so long since I ate pizza.  My parents didn’t consider it a meal, so when I ate it, I loved it.

Sighing, I leaned forward again, taking another bite.  This time, I chewed quickly and swallow, gulping down some water so I wouldn’t get the hiccups, “No, I didn’t bring trunks, but I brought extra boxers, or we could always skinny-dip,” I winked, biting into my slice.

I laughed while I watched him take his first bite.  "Do you always eat pizza like that Brendon?"  I tilted my head to the side.  "Its kinda cute, funny, but cute.  And of course I like cheese pizza, although, have you ever had pineapple pizza with no sauce?  It’s like the best thing ever!"  Grinning I took a bite of my own pizza as I leaned back in my chair.

"Skinny dipping, huh?  Are you trying to tempt me Brendon?  I already told you that having your skin against mine might make me not want to stop...having you wet, naked and in a pool with me..."  I bit my lip softly.  The idea of having sexy with him in a pool was extremely intense and hot and made me want to try it.  I shook my head a little and looked back up at him.  "I want to, trust me, I want to.  But...god Bren...it would be so tempting..."

I shifted a little in my chair, already feeling my body's response to the idea.  I refocused on my pizza and took another bite.  I didn't want to get too tied up in that thought or I'd end up in even more trouble than I knew I already was even just barely thinking it.  "I might have an extra pair anyway."

Oops...I blushed a little, “Sorry, I don’t get to eat this kind of stuff that often, since my parents don’t think it’s real food, so, I kinda like to enjoy it when I get the chance...”  I continued to blush as I ate like a normal person.  Or tried to, “Nope, never had pineapple, surprisingly, it sounds good though...”

“And, yes, skinny dipping,” I grinned over at him, “You know I trust you, and you also know if I’m ready or not for anything, so I think it could be handled.” Finishing my first slice, I grabbed another, about to take a bite when I chewed on my bottom lip. 

I slid off my chair and straddled his waist, turning around to grab a another piece.  I nipped off a piece before ripping a little off and feeding it to Ryan, “What would be wrong with having me wet, naked, and in the pool with you?” I tilted my head and asked, scooting further into his lap with each adjective I stated.

Separating another piece, I put the rest of it back on his plate, as I held a piece just big enough for the two of us to have a sizable bite.  Holding it to his mouth, I placed it right inside with enough to stick out for me.  Once he closed his mouth around it, I leaned in and took the rest of it, biting and chewing it until it was completely in my own, then doing the same to his lips.

Sliding my hands up and over his thighs once he was in my lap.  I ate the piece of pizza he gave me, and I knew there was no way I was going to hold my body back from this.  "Bren..."  I whimpered softly beneath him and against him.  My hand slid up to his cheek and pulled him tighter against me.  I pulled back after a moment and panted softly.

"I don't know if I can hold myself back if you keep going like this...or...or having you in that pool all naked and wet..."  I licked my lips and leaned up to kiss him again, holding his lips against mine and kissing him hungrily.  I slid my other hand up and over Brendon's back, pulling him closer against me as I kissed him a little harder.

I was about to say screw it to all my cautious thoughts and plans.  I was about to throw him down on the patio table and just...well, I figured I'd get into that later.  My hand slid down under his shirt and slowly started to lift it up.  I moved my other hand down to help on the other side.  I wanted to get his shirt off, and I wanted to touch him.  And now I had a plan too, what I wanted for the rest of the night and what I was going to do with this boy in my lap.

I pulled back after God knows how long and looked up at him.  "We should finish eating before I get too caught up and distracted."

This was all I needed and wanted since last Friday night.  He hadn’t touched me like this since we were under that stars, and oddly, here we are again, under the stars.  Hazy and undefined, but they were up there, I knew it.  Hell, I wished for this on every fucking star I saw that night.  I wished that everything would be ok between us.  I wished that he would be faithful to me in LA.  I wished that we would be together forever.  I know, a far-fetched wish, but at the time, him in my arms, panting after he came, that wish didn’t seem so far away.

Kissing him one more time, I pulled off my shirt before moving off of him, and sitting back in my chair.  I reached for another piece of pizza, biting into it and looking over at Ryan.  His swollen lips and chest heaving, I couldn’t help but smile.  My erection was evident in my work pants, so I crossed my legs, and continued to eat as I looked across the pool, surrounded by a wooden fence.

“Let me know when you are done so you can get more caught up and distracted,” I smiled as I, oops...mistakable dropped a chunk of cheese and sauce on my chest.  Setting the rest of the pizza back on my plate, I swiped the mess up with my middle finger, placing it in my mouth past the knuckle, hollowing my cheeks and before pulling it out with a loud suction noise.  All the while not taking my eye off Ryan.

I groaned and put my piece of pizza down and moved over to him, keeping my eyes on his as I leaned in and licked over where he'd dropped the sauce and cheese.  His facial _expression, it made me wonder what his mouth would feel like on me.  I knew he didn't have experience, I knew he'd never done it or had it done to him, but I wanted to feel it all the same.  Sucking softly on his skin, I trailed my lips across to his nipple and sucked and nipped softly on the sensitive flesh before pulling back and leaning up to capture his lips with mine. 

For deciding we needed to put off being caught up and distracted I was doing a horrible job of following through with my own decision.  I pulled back after a moment, still panting and murmured.  "Fuck, this is what you do to me Bren, you distract me at every turn...and I really did mean to finish eating before we continued."

Licking my lips I moved back into my chair.  I wrapped my legs under myself and grabbed my pizza, finishing the piece as fast as I could.  I knew it probably wasn't the best idea to eat that fast, especially if we were going to get into the pool, but I got the feeling that we weren't really going to be doing that much swimming once we were actually in the pool.  My mind and body was already raging with thoughts.

I moaned as his lips touched my body, arching into them.  Once he sat back down, I did the same in finishing my pizza before closing the box and standing up, wiping my hands on my pants, “Ok,” I shouted, “I’m done...what now?”

I know I sounded eager, um, that’s cause I am!  I picked up our plates and the napkins, placing them on top of the pizza box, and took them back into the house, leaving him there empty handed.  I set them on the counter and headed back outside to find him sitting in the exact same spot.

“You might not think we can swim naked,” I undid my button, “But I am, and if you don’t trust yourself,” I managed to unzip over my erection, “They you can keep your clothes on,” the navy Dickies dropped to the cement, leaving my in my briefs, “But, I’m going,” I slid my hands in the elastic and pulled them down, “Just.  Like.  This.”

Biting my lip I watched him undress.  I wanted to be naked with him.  I wanted to have my body pressed up against his.  But I didn't want to go too far too fast.  I didn't want to let my hormones and desire take over where common sense should be.  I wanted to be able to kiss him and touch him and be close to him.  I wanted to have him pressed up against me and touching me as well.  I groaned and stood up.

"Tell me to stop if I get carried away Brendon."  I took a step toward him.  "Your first time is not going to be this, just pure lust and temptation and desire."  I stepped up to him and slowly dragged my finger down the center of his chest while I kept my eyes on his.  "Your first time will be in a bed if I have anything to say about it."

I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips as my fingers reached his stomach before I stepped away and tugged off my shirt.  I watched him as I started to undo my pants.  I licked my lips as I slowly pushed my jeans off my hips.  I had nothing under them, as usual, and I discarded me clothes off to the side.  Walking over to the far side of the pool I walked down the pool steps, letting the water envelop me as I looked at him with a smoldering smile.  "Are you coming Bren?"

Well, fuck, this was it.  I didn’t answer him.  Hell, I could hardly comprehend what he said, but yes, I was coming...hopefully more than once tonight.

Walking to the edge of the pool away from him, the words indicated a deeper end, but still suggested not diving, so I jumped in the water, allowing myself to get wet all at once.  Reaching the surface, I smiled at Ryan as I swan directly towards him, standing and walking as soon as my feet could touch the ground.  As I made my way to him, my skin was relieved more and more with each step.  I watched as he watched my body, running my hands through the water, letting him take me in as I looked over him too.

Fuck he was hot.  And I’m sure he was 1000 times that when he was all wet.

I made my way to him, still standing on the stairs, “I know this won’t be my first time, but there are millions of other things we can do, right Ryan?” I asked as I stepped up one step to meet him, piercing into his eyes before titling my head and capturing his lips, mumbling, “Ready,” as gripped him tightly, falling backwards into the water.

I whimpered against his lips and slid my arms around him, letting him tumble us into the water.  I held my breath before we went under, and I stayed against him until I needed air and pulled him up with me.  I slid my hands around to his lower back, and I kissed him again.  I held his body against mine, taking in the feeling of all of him against me and of the water swirling around us. 

My hands moved, to his hips and then slowly up over his chest.  I let my fingers walk and trail over his skin before I pulled back and licked my lips.  My eyes slowly opened to look into his face.  I leaned in and gently bit his lower lip before I pulled back again.  "You're right.  There are other things we can do.  The problem is the temptation having you like this.  Its tempting to just...forget caution or consideration and just...just have you...because god Bren, I want you!"

I slid my hand up to cup his cheek as I looked into his face, letting my free hand trail the same path it had before, down the center of his body.  Only this time my fingers didn't stop at his stomach.  I kept my eyes on his as I let my fingers slide lower, keeping to the center of his body as they reached the base of his cock.  It was the first time I'd touched him like this, and his first time having anyone touching him, I wanted to be sure I was conscious of how I was touching him.  My fingers ghosted through the water, mixing the feeling of water and sensitive skin as I ran the tips of my fingers slowly from base to tip as I leaned in and whispered quietly against his lips.  "I want you."

I felt my eyes water and my heart pound and my own pulse throughout my body.  My feet melted into the pool floor, feeling like a ton of bricks as my breathing stopped all together.  All this just from him touching me.

I immediately leaned forward, attaching my mouth to his collar bone for any sort of balance, “Fuck, Ry, God, I want you too...” I gulped as chills ran up and down my body, “But I can’t stand here, not...not...not...with you, you holding me, I need balance...I need...something...”  Shit, I couldn’t even think straight.

I had never felt anything so amazing in my poor pathetic life.  And this was just his hand.  With the stimulation of the water, but still, this was nothing like jerking off in the shower...

With all the strength I had left in me, I walked us backwards too the side of the pool, leaning against it,  I gripped his forearms for more balance, “Don’t stop, Ry, fuck, don’t let go...”  I moaned as I left my head fall back, we were deep enough that our shoulders were above the water, and I could lean my head on the edge, just feeling touch me.

Smiling I let him lead me to the wall, just keeping my fingers lightly touching him the best I could while we moved, which wasn't an easy task.  Once we were to the wall I let my fingers linger at his tip, just touching him with the tips of my fingers and still keeping my eyes on his.  I let my fingertips slowly circle his tip, keeping my touch light and almost teasing.

"Brendon?"  I wanted him to look into my eyes, I wanted to see his facial expressions.  Even more I needed to gauge what I should do and how far I should go.

I waited as it appeared he was trying to pull his head away from the wall to look at me.  I licked my lips and pressed my lips gently to his before whispering.  "Tell me what you're feeling.  Talk me through it.  I don't know what you like, what works best for you without you telling me, Bren."

Smiling and ran the tip of my tongue over my lips before leaning in to do the same to his lips.  I had to admit to myself, I just wanted him to be vocal without being overly vocal that the neighbors knew what we were doing in the pool.

I’m not sure if he wanted me to be verbal.  Cause once I started, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.  There was something about being pressed up against a cement wall, covered in water with your boyfriend’s hand stroking your cock that just made me want to scream obscenities and moan like I never had before.  I gulped as I flopped my head forward to look at him. 

I was right.  He was hot all wet.  And vocal he says?  Vocal he’ll get, and he’ll get an ear full.

“Fuck, Ry...” I managed to swallow, at this rate, I’ll have come before I got two words out.  Well, two coherent sentences I’ll say... “You...fuck. Don’ stop,” I breathed, see, I couldn’t even manage syllables...in my brain yes, but for some reason or another all the functions in my body went straight to what he was stroking, and I couldn’t get myself to move, moan, or let alone talk.

With all that I had in me, I removed my grip from his arm, and ran it through his hair, styling it as it slid through effortlessly.  I thought he looked amazing with his hair down in his face, but here, there was nothing to hide his eyes, “Fuck, Ry, so good...”

Smirking softly, I removed my hand and slid it up to the center of his chest.  I just stood for a moment, looking into his eyes before my hand moved further up and into his hair, pulling his lips against mine as I kissed him again.  I took a slight step forward, letting my body press against his, skin against skin again.  It was mostly about him, all of it was, but I wanted a little contact too.  I kissed him deeply before pulling away and looking up into his eyes.

My hands moved down to cup his ass, pulling his body tighter against mine for a moment before I pulled him up.  I had decided what I wanted, and I couldn't have it right there against the wall.  Holding him up, letting him decide if he wanted to wrap his legs around my waist or not, I started to move us away from the wall.

Licking my lips, I kept my eyes on his.  "God Bren..."  I smiled softly, hoping it was a little seductive at least.  "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Feeling the weight and give go from under my feet, I immediately clung to him.  I like water, and I can swim just fine, but right now I couldn’t function.  So I knew I would drown if I let go.  Wading out into the water with him, I looked at him questionably...

Ok, back to wait I was thinking, oh yeah, Ryan’s hair.  All slicked back, perfect view of his amazing eyes that opened so wide, you could see forever in them, and right down to his mouth, that hung open.  Leaning forward, I somehow held my balance, crashing my lips to his.  Instantly plunging my tongue in his mouth which was accepted without hesitation.

Moaning into his open mouth, my held fell forward, “Like that, I like your hair like that.  And my body against you like this....” I breathed burying my face in his neck to drown out my moan.  Sucking on the flesh in front of me, I began to rock into his body.  Getting myself off as much as he was to me. 

I lifted my head a little to kiss his ear, “I want....to, um....touch you, but I can’t Ry.   I can’t...” I shook my head, knocking my nose with his ear, “But I’ll make it up to you,” I moaned, “I promise...”

I looked up at him and shook my head.  "Don't worry about it Bren...right now I wanna make you feel so good..."  I tried to still his body against mine.  "Stop...stop or you won't give me the chance."  I bit my lip as I looked up at him.  "Wrap your legs around my waist Bren...it'll be easier to carry you that way."

I waited until he complied before I carried him over to the steps I'd come down earlier.  I made sure I didn't trip, I didn't want to hurt him.  I placed him down on the top step so that his legs could still be in the water but that most of him was exposed to my eyes and the air.  Licking my lips again I leaned up and kissed him again as my hands moved along his thighs.  I had a thing for touching thighs and him standing up didn't give me enough access to his, but having him seated gave me full access to kiss him and touch his legs as much as I wanted.

I pressed him back against the edge of the pool while I kissed him.  My hands slipped around to slide, very very slowly, up the insides of his thighs as I slowly pulled away from his lips.  "You feel so good..."  I slid my hand up over his hip and up his chest.  "Relax Bren...tell me to stop if I go too far."

I could only shake my head.  Again, not being able to form words.  And it sucked for me.  “No, no, do...what you want....” I managed to gasp before swallowing and feeling his hands on my body.

Luckily it wasn’t cold out, and my skin dried fairly quick.  Leaving it somewhat burning from his touch.  Even though the temperature was fairly hot, chills still continued to run up and down my body each time his fingers moved on me.  I visibly shivered, hoping he wouldn’t take it as me being cold.  Cause honestly, I was on fire.

Trying to relax, I controlled my breathing, not wanting to come before he touched me again.  I actually had to tell myself to calm down and cool off.  The words were repeating in my head over and over.  I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me or take advantage of me, but I was kinda scared that what he did I would overreact or possibly come before he even touches me again. 

I just kept nodding to him, signifying that I was ready for whatever he had in mind.  That I was game.

"Don't tell me that Bren...if I did what I wanted..."  I chuckled and leaned up to kiss him again.  "I'd go too far then Bren."  I kissed him again before moving my lips from his.  I trailed them down over his jaw and neck, pausing to kiss, suck and nip at his flesh as my fingers just traversed his skin.  I touched him almost everywhere, letting my fingers and my palms touch him. 

I paused my lips trail to lean up and kiss him again before moving my hands to slide him forward on the step a little.  My hands caressed his stomach and I smiled against his lips before leaning down to nip each of his nipples quickly.  I moved again, down his body and leading toward his stomach.  I dipped my tongue into his navel before biting softly on the rim of it.  Another one of my fascinations, nibbling and biting at the rim of the navel, and I undertook the task with fervor.

I glanced up at him again before sliding my lips down over his hip.  I sucked softly on the skin, determined to bruise it in a hidden spot, a spot that was all mine.  I kissed down over his thigh, sliding my tongue over the sensitive skin on the inside.  I was hoping that every small movement would drive him wild in the best possible way.

I slid down a little, giving him more access to my hip.  And my crotch.  I think I knew were this was heading.  And I liked it.  I liked it a lot.    Moaning, I played with his hair as he sucked my hip.  I never knew that it could feel that good.  Ever.  Like in my entire life.  Seriously!

I mistakenly bucked into him, scrapping my ass on the cement steps.  And usually, I hated pain, but fuck if that didn’t add more pleasure.  One hand still laced in his hair, what?  That’s what they do in the movies! I gripped the other one on the side of the pool next to me, holding hard so I wouldn’t thrust into him, or move my body and cause more pain to my bum.  I’d sure love to explain that pain to someone...um, yeah, my boyfriend was giving me a blow job.  What? Rug burn, oh, no, that’s from concrete...

Laughing at the thought, I manager to turn it into a moan so he wouldn’t think I was laughing at him.  Looking down was the greatest thing I had done all night.  Him, there, licking my body...I watched my chest rise and fall while my erection moved with it, centimeters away from his head.

Smiling, I moved to fully kiss and nip at the skin on the insides of his thighs.  His skin was soft and only barely touched with pool water.  It was intoxicating, the scent and feel of him, and the way he tasted, even with chlorine on his skin.  I loved how his fingers felt in my hair and I could tell he was trying to hold back from thrusting or moving too much.  The thought of grabbing a towel to put under him flitted across my mind before I moved my lips to his other thigh.

I glanced up to see his facial expressions and smiled to myself.  It was sensual, hot, and utterly beautiful.  I bit gently down onto the skin on his inner thigh.  I'd marked his hip, now I wanted to mark his thigh.  I wanted to mark and kiss and lick and bite everywhere, torment him a little, but I didn't want to torment him too much that it went too far and I couldn't do what I wanted.  I worked his skin between my teeth and lips, sucking on it softly as I did.  I knew it would leave a rather prominent mark on his skin and very likely tender.  At least he'd remember tonight for a week or more, depending on how long it lasted.

Finally, after taking my time to lavish his skin and body with my touch and my mouth, I moved to gently lick over his tip.  I wanted this to be a good first for him, but I almost felt like I didn't know what to do first.  I slid my hands up his thighs again, letting my fingers caress his inner thighs as I let my tongue and lips start the light, teasing touch that my fingers had had earlier, letting them circle his tip and trail down to his base, just giving light attention to him, not wanting to push too far too fast, but all the same just wanting to take him between my lips and cause him to come under my mouth and touch.

I groaned again as his lips connected with my leg.   My eyes crossed as my jaw fell slack.  I gargled in the back of my throat.  Suddenly my mouth went dry from the night air.  Licking my lips, I looked down, and low and behold I started drooling again at the sight.  It was like slow motion as he touched me.

Sure, I’d watched myself jerk off quite a few times, but this.  I know I keep thinking that, but damn...this all of this.  I’m not sure how much more I could take.  I gripped the stair even tighter as I willed myself not to come too soon.  How nice would that be if he simply placed his lips on my head and bam! I came.  Not pleasant I’m sure.  Yeah, I’d have had an orgasm, but I felt like an idiot.  Still, he knows this is my first one.  Hell, it’s the first time he’s touched me, so he has to be aware that I am squirming inside.  I just hope I’m not showing it on the outside.

Swallowing, I tried to talk, to reinforce him, not that he needed any, “Perfect, Ry, so damn perfect.” I whispered, hoping he heard me over the crickets chirping, the movement of the water, and the traffic in the distance.

I slid my hand up over his chest, caressing and touching his upper body as I slid my lips and tongue around his base.  I moved slowly from his base, returning up to his tip.  Pressing my tongue against his head, I ran my tongue against it, over and over and over again, like I was licking an ice cream cone, because to be honest, it was the best dessert ever in my opinion. 

I slowly lowered my mouth down onto him, taking him in, bit by bit, each time lavishing attention to him before taking more.  I didn't even suck, not yet, I just moved my lips and my tongue along him, even gently running my teeth against his skin, being sure to be extremely gently because I didn't quite know how much he could take. 

I waited until I'd taken half of him in before I slid my hand back down over his stomach and down between his legs.  My hand massaged his inner thighs while my lips returned to his head and I started to suck softly.  My hair had fallen over my eyes and I looked up at him through it while I sucked softly on him.  My finger ghosted their way up his inner thigh.  I wanted to let him get used to my touching him everywhere, so while I used my mouth to distract him a little, sucking a little more intently and running my tongue over him, I ran my fingers between his legs and slowly started stroke my fingers against his entrance with just a little pressure.

My eyes slipped close.  I knew if I watched, I would do that, just watch, so with my eyes closed, I could feel him, rather than see him.  And right now, all I wanted to do was feel.

Removing my hand from his hair, I placed it behind me on the concrete, doing the same with my other, so I basically stretched out in front of him, opening my legs even wider.  I shallowed my breathing, controlling and containing it as I tightened and loosened my stomach.  My bum clenched and unclenched as I lightly rocked into his mouth. Making a conscious effort not to thrust into him, I moaned as his tongue slid across my tip, lingering on my slit.  I knew there was precome, and I prayed that it wasn’t nasty.  I’ve never tasted it before, I’m sure he has.  And I read that it tastes like what you eat, and I hoped being a vegetarian didn’t make it like vegetables or something.

Shaking the thought out of my head as soon as I felt him near my entrance, my eyes shot open.  I gulped and started without thinking, “No, no Ry, I’m not ready...don’t...don’t touch me there...”  I felt the tears in my eyes, I knew he would listen to me, I was just scared.

I pulled back to look up at him and licked my lips before speaking softly.  "Its okay Bren, I'm not going to...just...I was just touching, I wasn't going to go further than that...if you don't want me to touch, I won't..."  I smiled softly and leaned up to kiss his stomach gently before moving my lips back down and wrapping them around his head again.  I started sucking a little more intently on him, I moved my fingers back from his entrance, letting them slip over the wet underside of his thigh and back up again, just keeping them from his entrance.  I pulled my head back, my lips lingering on his head before slowly plunging my mouth down on him, starting a very slow rhythm of movements against him.  Every time my lips reached his head I ran my tongue over and around it, lapping at the precome as if it were a droplet of ice cream before moving my mouth back down along his shaft.

He tasted good, although it could have just been the fact that it was my Brendon and I was doing this to him for the first time.  I loved how he opened his body more to me.  I had to take a moment, while leaving my lips on him, to appreciate how incredible of a sight it was to see him spread out wantonly beneath my mouth.  If I didn't know better I might have thought he'd had this done before and was begging for something specific, but since I did know better I took it as a good sign that he was beyond enjoying my attentions.

I sucked harder on his head before moving my lips faster down his shaft, running my tongue down along the underside as I moved down.  I wanted the whole thing to be lazy and last as long as he could.  I didn't want to rush through it, I was having far too much fun causing his body pleasure and listening to him.  I continued my movements before pulling my lips off him and slowly running my tongue down the underside of his shaft.  I trailed my tongue down, looking up at him for a moment before dipping my face into the water and sliding my tongue over his entrance once, just because I was dying to do it, and I made sure it was slow enough that he knew it was my tongue before I moved back and ran my tongue from his base back to his tip, returning to my previous actions and sucking on him gently.

I sighed a relief after what he said, thanking him and running my hand down his cheek to show so.  I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.  I mean, I knew it was only his hand, but still, I wasn’t ready for the discomfort, and why ruin a perfectly good blow job?

And by perfectly good I mean : SWEET MOTHER OF HOLY CHRIST CHEX THIS IS AMAZING.

Not that I was excited about it or anything.  Not that his tongue lapping at my dripping cock was good or anything.  Not that him treating me like a popsicle was turning me on and making me harder than I ever thought possible.

I was just saying....

I groaned as he removed his mouth, looking down through the slits of my eyes to see him go underwater and lick my entrance.  I throw my head back.  I didn't  want to watch.  But mostly I didn’t want to enjoy it as much as I did.  That was all it took.  As soon as his lips returned back to my cock, I breathed, “Fuck Ry, I’m gonna....”

His groan and his reaction to my tongue got me more excited.  And then when he let me know he was close I pulled my lips off of him and rasped quietly.  "Brendon look at me...look at me and watch."

One of my new favorite pastimes was licking him, licking his cock, licking his slit, licking his entrance, just straight out licking him.  I knew that I was going to be doing a lot of licking of him next time we got even a little sexual.  I looked forward to it.

I waited until he was looking at me and I kept eye contact with him and smiled softly.  "Just watch.  Keep your eyes open as much and as long as you can."  I licked my lips and dipped down, running my tongue over his entrance with a little more pressure for a second time before returning my mouth to his cock.  There was no way I was going to miss him coming and coming in my mouth.

I made a small humming 'mmm' sound as I licked at the come seeping from his cock.  Another new favorite taste to be sure.  I kept eye contact with him the whole time, and I made sure to show just how much I was enjoying what I was doing, how much I liked having my mouth and my tongue on him, how much I liked having him in my mouth.

My legs started shaking as I nodded and began to watch him again.  Fuck it was all too much.  I shook my head from side to side, legs again bouncing up and down.  The way he disappeared and lapped at my entrance to him licking my tip.  I couldn’t take it much longer.  And him humming, “Fuck, do that...do that...mmmmmmmmm...”

My breathing picked up as I watched him.  The rise and fall of my chest getting in the way of my view, so I sat up more, forcing me deeper into his mouth.  And that’s all he wrote.....

“Fuck...comin’...” I whimpered as I moaned his name over and over, my hand fisting lightly on his hair, not applying pressure, which I have no freaking clue how I was able to do that, but I thrust into his open mouth, releasing everything I had in me with a continued moan and slur of his name.

Once I was empty, I fisted his hair tighter this time, being forceful and hoping to God he didn’t care, I nudged him to meet my lips, which were now parallel to the ground after my arm gave out from such a powerful orgasm.  I attacked his mouth.  Moaning as I tasted myself with a mix of him, and a hint of pizza.

Kissing Brendon back hungrily I moved up, holding onto him as I moved up and plastered my body against his, kissing him hard and hungrily.  I pressed my hips hard against him, moaning at the contact, and gave him full access to my mouth.  I loved the idea of him eagerly wanting to taste himself on my tongue, if it was possible, it turned me on even more.

I pressed him against the edge of the pool, running my hands over his chest as I kissed him, my hips starting to move to cause friction of our skin.  I needed to get off, giving Brendon his first blow job just turned me on more than I thought it could have and now I was almost tormented by being so hard.  I was moaning softly against his lips, not wanting to pull away even to get some air.

"Well...what do we have here!?  Pizza and a show!"

I froze in the spot.  Luckily I was the one on the bottom, but I subtly removed my hands from the mending of his bum.  My face was an ungodly shade of red.  By ungodly, I mean, my grandma’s red dress that smelled of moth balls that she wore every Christmas...

Biting my lip, I looked at Ryan, nudging him upwards so we both were able to slid in the pool ‘unseen’.  Wading with him over to the edge of the pool, to cover ourselves, I waved to Spence and Steve, “Um, hi guys, uh help yourselves to the pizza, um, which you already found...”

I stepped behind Ryan, hiding my face in his neck...I’m sure he could feel the heat of my face on his back.  I knew I could.

Spencer walked over, running his hand through the pool, “Perfect night for a swim, huh guys?” He looked over eyes zeroing on the clothes that were thrown across the deck furniture.  I blushed even more, “Mind if we join you?” He asked beginning to remove his shirt.

“Um, I um...”

I shook my head at Alex as I saw him lounging against the edge of the door.  Leave it to him to consider it a show.  I moved with Bren, knowing Alex had already seen the fact that I at least was utterly naked.  I just hoped that the other guys hadn't.  It didn't bother me so much that Alex saw, he'd seen it before and all, but Spence and Steve, yeah, I'd rather they not see us naked, let alone me naked and very hard.

I glared at Alex, trying to get him to take a hint and go away as I slid my arm around to rest on Brendon's hip behind me.  I glanced over at Spence when he started to take his shirt off and I snapped my head back to Alex.  "You guys are done at the studio already?  Why...why'd you come here and...um...interrupt our date?"

I hoped Alex would get the hint, if for no other reason than to save us from the embarrassment of having Spence and Steve realize what we were doing because I was sure that Alex had already figured it out.

I pressed up against him, somewhat leaning, cause honestly, I was still weak from the orgasm.  Resting my head on his shoulder, I moved into his hand, gulping, then swallowing, tasting myself as I did.  Fuck I can’t get hard again.

“Yeah, yeah, why are you ruining our date, I mean, you could have called, or asked to be invited or something...what time is it anyway?”

Spencer stepped back off the pool, reaching in his side pocket, pulling out his phone, “Almost 11:30...Didn’t you get off at 8?”

“More like 11:15...” I mumbled into Ryan’s shoulder, “No, I mean, yeah, so, that’s given us like three hours together, and that’s not enough, so like, can you go and come back in like,” I looked at Ryan and raised my brow, “Five, ten minutes?”   I was honestly trying not to be subtle, but come the fuck on........we are naked and in a damn pool!  Of course some hanky panky is going down...I mean, really!

I heard Alex chuckle and I looked over at him, seeing that he'd made his way further out of the house.  "You two are kinda cute all wet and flustered."  He winked and looked over at Spencer.  "C'mon, lets finish off their pizza and order another one.  We'll let them finish their 'date' before we jump in the pool.  Besides, I'm not sure that I want to get in that pool naked or anything...skinny dipping is one thing when you're with your boyfriend, quite another when you've got four guys around.  C'mon, let’s go get suits and order another pizza."

I sighed softly and pulled Brendon a little closer to me as I did, silently thanking God for Alex at least picking up on the hint.  I watched as Spencer and Steve shrugged and agreed and went into the house.  Alex stood there for a moment and smirked at us.  "Now I suggest you get him off within the next...oh, fifteen or twenty minutes, I don't want to explain to those two why I'm trying to keep them from coming back.  We could use a swim after that studio session."

He turned and headed back into the house and I turned back to Brendon.  I was about to pull him in to kiss him when I heard Alex's voice again.  "And I suggest the two of you are clothed and not glowing from orgasm when we get back too!"  I groaned and dropped my head to Brendon's shoulder and flicked my hand over my shoulder to tell him to be gone, finally hearing the back door close.

I let out a sigh, “Fuck, that was close.  Remind me to thank Alex later, and kick Spencer’s ass,” I laughed, engaging in another kiss, “So we got fifteen minutes huh?  Anything I can do to speed up the process?” I asked as I kissed my way down his jaw and towards his neck.  Sucking the skin, I nipped at the excess, licking the vein that stood out on his left side.

“Anything at all?”  I asked again.  Interesting, the tables were now turned, and I’m not sure if I liked it.  He was more experienced, and he did know the things that got him off quicker from another man’s touch...or mouth.  I could give him a blow job, yes, you know return the favor, but that would be expected, and I’m not sure if I could handle that in the short amount of time we were given.

Continuing to attack his neck and throat, I flattened my hand on his chest, sliding down to his hip bones and back up.  Planting my feet on the ground, I somewhat forced myself flush with him, my legs anchoring his left.  I followed my wet trail up to his mouth kissing him repeatedly.

Groaning, I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him as hungrily as I could for a few moments before pulling away.  I licked my lips and whispered.  "Not in the pool Bren..."  I reached up and caressed his cheek softly.  "You can touch me all you want...god do I want you to...but over on the lounge...so nothing gets in the pool...wouldn't want to explain that later."

I smiled and kissed him again before I took his hand and dragged him across the pool and up the steps.  I shivered just slightly as the water evaporated off my skin.  I turned around and tugged him against me, sliding my arm around his waist as I leaned in and kissed him again, slowly walking backwards toward the lounge chair as I did.  I honestly didn't care about getting a blow job.  Yeah, it'd be nice, but I wasn't going to expect him to give me one with the pressure of the guys coming back.  I did, however, want him to touch me until I got off.

My legs hit the chair and I pulled my lips back as I sunk down onto it, leaning back and reclining, looking up at him with a smile.  "C'mere Bren...I want your hands on me..."  I slid my foot between his legs and slowly moved it up his inner thighs.

I couldn’t help but smile at how eager he was, well, he had been hard and untouched since I straddled him at the table, so I can understand that, but still...I like this side of him.  A lot.  Hell, I liked this side of me. It reminds me of the first time we ever spoke, just innocent and needing to get off.  Strange the contact that we can do over the phone.

I moved over top of him, sitting on his knees.  As I leaned in and kissed his stomach, “I wish I would, you know, return the favor, but, I’m not sure if I have the time...and I don’t wanna rush it, cause it’ll prolly make it worse..,” I kissed above his belly button, “So hands are all you get...”

One arm I reached up to cup his face, allowing my thumb to slip into his mouth as I placed my right hand on his cock.  It was a lot like doing it to myself, only, well, different.  I set a slow pace, looking him in the eyes.  Working my hand up and down from the water still lingering, I noticed some leakage, which helped in the movements so I wouldn’t be rough on his smooth cock.  My thumb traced the vein that decorated his base, topping off at the tip.

My head fell back against the chair when he started to touch me.  Licking my lips I reached up and threaded my fingers into his hair and panted softly.  "Hands...are fine...don't need....return favor....some other....time....god Bren...."  I bit my lip softly before gasping his name.  "Kiss me...please, let me feel your lips with your hands." 

I tried to tug him up a little as my hips moved into his touch.  His hand felt good on me, and I could only imagine the time I would get to feel his lips and mouth on me as well.  My eyes slipped closed and my breathing picked up.  I knew it wouldn't take too long, I was too ready to go for it to take too long, but I wanted to hold off as long as possible so that I could feel his hands on me for as long as possible.

Then I remembered Spence, Steve and Alex coming back and whimpered in frustration.  This wasn't something I really wanted to rush.

Listening to his plea, I moved up his body, laying on my side, so I still had complete access to his erection, I maneuvered next to him, so that I was lounging back with him.  With one hand on his cock, and the other keeping my head up, I leaned in and kissed him.

Both mouths open and tongues in all directions.  If we were to get caught again, the peep wouldn’t know who’s tongue was who’s.  Keeping the pace, I stroked in opposite time with his own movements.  His hip bones smacking my wrist with each thrust.  Not breaking from the kiss, I slid my leg between his, using my knee to come up and massage his balls while my hand picked up the pace.

“You feel good Ry, do I make you feel good?” I mumbled against his lips, “You know what I’d be doing if they hadn’t interrupted me? Do you?”  Sucking his tongue in my mouth I continued, “I would be doing that right there to your tip...”

I groaned into his mouth and reached up with one hand to pull his lips harder against mine.  My body moved into his touch and my eyes squeezed shut before my body arched up a little.  It felt so good, sensory overload really, and it was just a hand job, but oh so good.

Whimpering, I tried to keep up the kiss, tried to keep up with it but my body was betraying me with the sensory overload and I couldn't hold back any longer.  A low, long groan escaped my lips and my fingers clenched in his hair a little as my body shivered and my orgasm started coursing through my body. I moaned his name and collapsed back against the lounge. 

Slowly opening my eyes I looked up at him with a lazy smile.  "Mm...you're good Bren..."  I let my eyes slip closed a little and moved my hand down and lifted his hand from me.  Opening my eyes to look at him, I lifted his hand to my mouth and ran my tongue over one of his fingers, licking it clean.

All I could do was watch as he came in my hand and did the hottest thing I had ever seen in my entire life...licked my hand clean.  I laid there, my eyes bugging out, just watching him.  I know my jaw fell open, but there was nothing I could do about it.  I managed to look down, a little drop of his come resting on his lip.  Taking his bottom lip into my mouth, I devoured the substance before plunging my tongue in, so taste some more.

Pulling back for air, I moaned, “Fuck that was, fuck.  Hotter than, I dunno, hot.  God Ry, you are so, fucking hot.  I don’t even know what to say, it’s so fucking crazy.  I, this, tonight.  I’ll make it up to you, but tonight, it was wow.  I mean.  Hell, I don’t know what I mean.  You’re just too damn good to me and I can’t handle it sometimes.  At all.  Period.  No questions...”

I kissed him again, smiling down at him as a cold chill ran up my spine.  Oh yeah, we’re naked.  “As much as I want to lay here forever, we, we need clothes...”  I got up, pulling him up with me as we walked over to the table and chairs, randomly yanking on clothes.

I whimpered when he kissed me and stumbled behind him when he tugged me over to get clothes on.  I felt like I was trembling.  When I looked down I saw that I actually was.  I fell into the chair I'd been in earlier and just sat there for a few moments, trying to let my body come back down and regain its strength.  I let my head fall back against the edge of the chair and tried to catch my breath.

Licking my lips I smiled, tasting myself, mixed with Brendon.  "Bren...I don't wanna walk...or move...but they're gonna come back and wanna go in the pool..."

I opened my eyes and pouted up at him.  Part of me wanted to curl up with him and just go to sleep.  But I knew I'd never hear the last of it from Alex if they came back and found us in bed and them not able to use the pool.  I thought about pulling on my pants and opened my eyes to look for them, seeing them at the edge of the pool and groaning softly.  I was being too lazy.

Smiling at him, I kissed him, “I know how you feel...” I laughed as I looked around for his clothes.  Wandering, I picked them up and walked back over to him.  “Can you at least stand up for me Ryan, I’ll do all the work.”

I helped him up, squatting to put his pants on his feet and sliding them up.  Kissing him for good measures.  I let him sit back down as I placed the shirt on his head, putting the right body parts through the proper holes.

“I don’t wanna swim either, plus,” I looked down, “I’m kinda waterlogged already.  Is it bad that I would much rather just crawl in your bed and watch you breath?”  Ok, that sounded stupid, but still...it was true, and telling the truth in relationships is good.  Placing a kiss on his lips, I poked my legs through the holes in the back of the chair, straddling his waist as I ran my hands up and down his arms.

“THEY’RE DONE! THEY’RE DONE!!!!” Steve shouted as he and Spence came running out full fledge to the pool, jumping in immediately.  I just shook my head and laughed.

I pouted a little and shook my head, pulling Brendon's lips to mine again, ignoring Steve and Spence as I heard them in the water.  I kissed Brendon softly and slowly until I heard Alex.  "There's pizza if you guys want it.  We bought extra."

I slowly pulled back from the kiss and turned to look at Alex as he stood there in only his swimming trunks.  He looked good and I wondered if he'd tempt Spence into 'turning gay' for him.  "Why thank you 'Lex.  How kind of you since you guys are taking over my house.  Are all three of you sleeping here as well tonight?"

He shrugged a little.  "We might.  You did say your parents were going to be home for the weekend, right?"  He grinned and winked at us.  Sighing I shook my head and looked up at Brendon.  "We can curl up on one of the lounge chairs until they get sick of being in the water and want to go inside.  And we can make Alex bring us the pizza so we can eat theirs like they ate ours."  I leaned up and kissed him gently.  "And then go to bed when they all get exhausted enough."

I smiled up at Alex, thanking him for the rebuying of the pizza.  As I snuggled into Ryan, “Sounds good, but that means it’ll take effort to get over there...you think Alex will help us with that too?”  I laughed as I ran my hands through Ryan’s hair.  It was a little tangled from the chlorine, but it was still easy to run through.

Sitting here, my legs were way to relaxed to want to do anything else, “I don’t wanna move, you can’t make me...” I mumbled into his neck, kissing it before breathing warmly on the wet spot.  “Can we just sleep like this tonight?” I sniffed a laugh.  My legs were tired, my whole body was tired, and I was happy with just being here.  Nowhere else, as long as the water stayed away from me, I was good to go, “So, do you have Sam in your room?  Or does he have a cousin?”

Alex apparently heard what I said because the next thing he had lugged a lounge chair over and placed it right next to us and then put the pizza down next to that.  When he spoke, thank god, he spoke quietly.  "For post-orgasmic relaxation."  I looked over at him and watched him wink and grin before he dove into the pool with the other guys.

I sighed softly and murmured.  "This chair isn't going to be comfortable for hours Bren.  We'll need to move.  And Alex was nice enough to make us not have to move far.  As for Sam...he's going to LA with me.  So he's all boxed up right now.  Why?  do you want him to be around tonight or do you want him to have a cousin?"

I slid my hand up along Brendon's back and watched the three guys cavort in the pool.  It was nice, I had to admit that.  Besides getting off under Brendon's touch, it was nice to have friends and nice to watch them and enjoy their company, even if for the night I would have rather it just be the two of us.  I wasn't mean enough to tell the three of them to leave.  And there was room for them all to sleep if they wanted to.

Ah, I see, he’ll be his friend in LA...hell if that is all that touched him there, that’ll work for me, “Well, as long as you are Sam’s cousin, and you’ll be wrapped all around me, then I am game!”

Placing a kiss on his lips, “I’m glad Alex is being nice and respectful about all of this, and I’m even more glad those two didn’t catch on, we would never see the end of it...”  I smiled, “And I guess you are right, we should move.  OK.  on the count of three.  One.  Two. THREE.”

I pulled out one leg placing it on the ground, using it and the chair arms for balance, I brought the other one to the ground before grabbing Ryan’s arms and bringing him up to me.  Walking backwards two steps,  I laid down on the lounge chair, telling him to turn around as I spread my legs and watched him fall between them.  Kissing his hair lightly, I smiled, “Perfect,” as my eyes wondered to the guys in the pool.  How was I so lucky to have such hot friends?  Cause all of them...they were cute.

Shit, what was I saying?

I sighed softly as I nestled in against Brendon, pulling his arms around me and resting my head on his shoulder.  It was perfect.  I slid my fingers between his, threading our fingers together.  "What do you mean you're glad Alex is being respectful?  What else would he be Bren?"  I tilted my head to the side to look up at him.  I leaned up and kissed his jaw softly.

I looked out at the pool again and ran my other hand down over his thigh as I watched Alex wrestle Steve under the water.  I chuckled softly at them and played with Brendon's fingers.  I was hoping they wouldn't want to stay in the pool for too long.  I wanted to go to bed and curl up with Brendon, but I couldn't be rude and just go to bed.

Alex came up from under the water, laughing and grinning as he looked over at Spencer.  "They're cute, you know that?  All of them...I love that I get to be your manager."

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