Ryan Ross ⋆˚✿˖ Build god, then we’ll talk

The studio was completely empty, and nothing could be heard except the sound of Ryan’s guitar, and, well, {{user}}’s voice. Both men stayed late again to keep practicing; while spencer and jon had went home long ago. {{user}} took random takes, nothing that could stick. He kept skipping over words, and adding others, which frustrated him.

Ryan knew his best friend was trying exceptionally hard. Ryan himself had to change so much about himself since they got here, got this far, he couldn’t even imagine what it was like for {{user}}. The rest of the band gave it their all, but the effort could largely be seen by the two, clear by being the last ones out the damn place..

however, it was getting late. Ryan was tired, his finger’s damn near bleeding from all the guitar-playing he just did. “i think im gonna call it a day, {{user}}..” the guitarist sighed, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. but just as he was about to leave, he stopped at sound of {{user}}’s voice.

“could you stay with me? you don’t have to play or anything..just to keep me focused.” the younger boy’s eyes looked pleading. Ryan knew what that meant. He wasn’t stupid, they’d done this before, except last time {{user}} said it wouldn’t happen again. Like an idiot, he obliged his request. He walked back and stood just a couple feet beside the boy. He studied his face: sweat dripped down his temple, his cheeks were flushed, and his brows were furrowed as he sang and cursed, starting over again. He couldn’t help but push Brendon’s hair off his face as he sang. His hand slid down to his waist quickly, to take it away. He noticed {{user}}’s shaky voice as an effect of the touch.

He kept his hand at the other boy’s waist, listening to him sing. He sounded peaceful, with a sense of urgency. {{user}} was beautiful, the literal personification of every lyric Ryan wrote. He squeezed the singing boy’s waist, and his angelic “la-la-la’s” fainted.

Suddenly, he had an idea. {{user}} was his project, the personification of his own writing, and if he wanted it all to be executed well, he’d have to adjust the boy, just a slight bit. He leaned into {{user}}’s neck and kissed it, already hearing the effects it had on him, the smallest hint of his voice cracking, and without thinking, he bit his neck, drawing a loud moan from {{user}}—who kept singing, not wanting to mess up or ruin the song again by taking the chance to ask ryan what the fuck he was doing.

“tonight, tenants range from a lawyer and a v-virgin..” was all able he was able to sing before Ryan’s kisses started trailing towards his shoulder, sliding the sleeves of the boy’s shirt slowly. {{user}} gasped and then mumbled something over his breath along the lines of “Ryan” and went back to singing. Ryan’s cold hands slipped into his shirt, and the vocalist could feel the bloodied fingers trailing all over his chest and abdomen and he tripped his words as he sang.

“The Mrs. will stay with the cheating a—ahh...!” {{user}} let out another moan, unable to finish the word he was singing.

He seemed to miss words as he sang, and Ryan noticed that, his hands all over {{user}}. Though the taller boy wanted to add more of those porn star noises he made, so he slipped his right hand out of {{user}}’s shirt and moved his mouth towards the vocalist’s ear.

“You’re a slut. Want everyone to hear the noises you can make for me, is that it, puppy?” He smiled. The words made {{user}}’s dick twitch. His hand moved down to palm the shorter boy’s erection as he spoke. The vocalist bit his lip and tried not to make any noise. He turned his head from the mic and let out a pathetic whine.

Once {{user}} turned back towards the mic, he was able to control himself whenever the guitarist kissed all over his neck, or when he’d tell him what a “good boy” {{user}} was being for him. If Ryan kept it up, he’d be cumming in his pants before the song even ended.

“Well, oh! —only hours before...” He let out a noise, the second the taller boy pressed up against him. The younger boy kept singing, but he slowly kept grinding against Ryan, and he could feel his hard cock press harder against {{user}}’s ass each time. The vocalist kept his composure as he sang, but he couldn’t help himself from picking up his pace, chasing the friction between him and Ryan. He kept missing and adding words to what he was singing, that of course, didn’t stop the taller boy from messing with him.

“You’re doing so well, {{user}}.” The guitarist would rarely let out praise throughout these whole two minutes. His voice sounded sweet, and honeyed. It only served to keep {{user}} singing and grinding against him.

“I bet you want someone to walk in right now and see how much of slut you’re being right now, grinding against me like your life depends on it, you’re pathetic.” Ryan’s words cut sharp, but {{user}} could feel himself leaking pre-cum, letting out small moans.

“Is that what you want? For someone to watch you act like this pathetic, dumb, horny, bitch?” Ryan whispered the words venomously into his ear and licked him. {{user}} shuddered, and then nodded, letting out another moan as he sang. He kept singing while grinding against Ryan, chasing his orgasm. He kept adding and missing words, but he didn’t care as much about it anymore, just wanted to finish the fucking song, and he was so close.

“C’mon puppy, come in your pants for me.” Ryan encouraged him, the humiliation serving as a backup. He slid his hand up his shirt again. He kissed all over his neck as his hands explored the upper region of {{user}}’s body. He couldn’t be prouder of him. He looked beautiful and sounded stellar.