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Brendon was being shaken awake. He grumbled, still refusing to open his eyes as Ryan urged him to wake up.
“No,” Brendon sleep-grumbled, swatting Ryan’s hands away. He rolled over to his side and curled up in his blanket.
“C’mon, Bren, I got an idea,” Ryan pulled Brendon’s arm. Brendon let himself be tugged up and out of bed, eyes half-shut as he knocked against corners while they shuffled across the room.
Ryan slid headphones over Brendon’s head and shoved him into the recording booth. Brendon opened his eyes finally, seeing Ryan on the other side of the glass. He groaned.
“Ryan, no,” Brendon shook his head and let the headphones fall around his neck. “You said I could get a break.”
“Just sing,” Ryan spoke through the speakers. “Substandard motels...”
He clicked on the backing track they’d recorded earlier that day. Brendon begrudgingly placed the headphones back over his ears. He heard the drums count him in before he started singing. His voice was tired and strained. He trailed off into a yawn when the instruments gave him a break. He sounded like shit.
Ryan stepped into the booth but he shook his head and waved his hand, signalling for Brendon to keep going. Brendon shrugged and continued. He was mostly singing on autopilot.
He felt Ryan trail his fingers down his body, making him flinch and sigh. He had no idea what Ryan was playing at. Brendon’s eyes were closed, as if it counted as catching up on sleep.
He felt breath ghosting across his crotch and he cracked his eyes open slightly. Ryan was kneeling in front of him, nuzzling his slowly stirring cock. Brendon was wearing only his boxers and a thin shirt he stole from his brother. He gasped out the next lyric when he felt Ryan’s mouth close around him through the cotton.
Ryan’s eyes flicked up to look at Brendon as he mouthed out, “Keep going.”
So Brendon did, more alert but still unable to fully focus on what he was singing. Ryan had tugged Brendon’s boxers down to expose his dick to the cold studio air. Ryan kissed Brendon’s hip, close to the base of his cock. Brendon turned his head away from the microphone so it wouldn’t capture his soft exclamation. He could feel Ryan smirk against his skin.
Long fingers wrapped around Brendon’s cock, squeezing before stroking, making Brendon jerk his crotch forward. His dick slid against Ryan’s cheek at the movement. Ryan turned to take the head of Brendon’s cock into his mouth.
Brendon moaned at the feeling, grunting out the rest of the verse. His hand reached down to grip Ryan’s hair as he tried to grit out the lyrics. Ryan hummed as Brendon’s fingers dug into his scalp. He bobbed his head, pushing against Brendon’s hand.
He skated his free hand up under Brendon’s shirt to feel his skin under his palm and grip a pec. Ryan swirled his tongue around Brendon’s tip and Brendon tightened his fingers in Ryan’s hair.
He sang more desperately now. Desperate to get the song over with. Ryan liked the sound of him like this. Falling apart under his ministrations. Every rough syllable captured as they’re pulled out from his throat.
Brendon’s voice was gruff as he tried to remember the lyrics, breaking off into noises vaguely resembling them when he couldn’t. Ryan sucked as desperately as Brendon sang, falling into a rhythm to match the involuntary thrusting of Brendon’s hips.
Spit dripped down his chin and his eyes watered. He felt Brendon’s cock hit the back of his throat and they both groaned out in unison. But only Brendon’s desperation could be heard.
Ryan slipped a hand down from where it was wrapped around Brendon to cup his balls. He tugged at them, earning him a breathy whine imbed into the words he’d written to hear like this.
Brendon’s legs were shaking. He turned away from the microphone to curse. He looked down at Ryan, cheeks flushed high and face dotted with sweat. He licked his lips before he pressed them against the microphone.
Ryan licked his tongue up the underside of Brendon’s cock, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard as Brendon powered through the bridge. His own dick throbbed in his shorts–feeling the hot weight of Brendon on his tongue and listening to the breathless unsaid pleas in Brendon’s voice.
Brendon’s fingers carded through Ryan’s hair to hold the back of Ryan’s neck. Ryan rubbed his palms down Brendon’s thighs as he swallowed him down, all the way, working his throat. Brendon was close. He stopped caring what sounds got caught in the microphone. He openly allowed himself to groan into the song.
Ryan sucked at the head of Brendon’s cock as Brendon whimpered out the last chorus. Ryan’s hand came around to stroke him quicker, lips still wrapped around Brendon’s dick.
“Your least favorite things-!” Brendon cried out as he finished the song with spurts of come down Ryan’s throat. Brendon pushed Ryan’s mouth down by the back of his head to make him swallow down to the base of his cock, nosing his pubic hair. Ryan shut his eyes as he tried not to gag, holding onto Brendon’s hips.
Brendon’s grip on him slackened as he came down. Ryan pulled off and licked the come at the side of his lips. He rose to his feet shakily, with the help of Brendon’s steady hand on his arm.
“That was a good take, I think,” Ryan grinned. Brendon ripped the headphones off his head.
“Not yet,” Brendon grunted, leaning up to press his lips to Ryan. He walked Ryan back into the pane separating the booth and the rest of the apartment with his hands roaming down Ryan’s waist to his ass.
He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and lick into Ryan’s mouth and he could still taste himself. Ryan wrapped his arms around Brendon’s back, parting his legs easily for Brendon to slip his own between them. He rutted his erection against Brendon’s thigh.
“‘m gonna make you pay for waking me up for this,” Brendon kissed down Ryan’s jaw.
He spun Ryan around and pressed him roughly against the glass. Ryan moaned Brendon’s name. Brendon pushed Ryan’s shorts down to pool at his feet. Ryan automatically stepped one leg out of them to spread his legs wider.
Brendon’s boxers had been discarded on the floor and now his dick nudged against Ryan’s thigh, starting to harden again. Ryan wanted to quip about how quickly Brendon recovered from his last orgasm, about how easily Ryan got him all hard and wanting, but Brendon shoved two fingers into his mouth before he could get a word out.
Ryan grunted as Brendon pushed the digits flat against his tongue, almost gagging him. It made him drool more. Brendon squeezed Ryan’s hip and murmured praises against the shell of Ryan’s ear, letting Ryan get his fingers all nice and wet before pressing them at Ryan’s hole.
He didn’t waste any time on teasing, he slid his fingers into Ryan immediately. Ryan’s body jolted as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. He moaned, soft and needy as Brendon spread him open, too quick and too dry.
Brendon spat onto Ryan’s entrance to ease the slide. Ryan felt dirty and slutty, with his breath fogging up the glass, never this turned on before in his life. “Please, Brendon.”
Brendon pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt press of his cock against Ryan’s entrance. His dick was still slick from Ryan’s mouth and he slid it between Ryan’s asscheeks, a thumb spreading him open. Ryan arched his back to direct Brendon back to the goal. He looked over his shoulder, both hands propped up against the window.
Brendon smeared his precome over his length before positioning it again and finally, finally pressing in. Ryan let his head drop onto the glass and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Yes, fuck, Brendon,” Ryan groaned, wanton and glad they were in a soundproofed booth. God, why didn’t they think about fucking in here before?
Brendon held Ryan up by the shoulder, pushing him against the window as he fucked at a brutal pace. The sound of their skin slapping echoed around them. Brendon sucked bruises along Ryan’s neck and Ryan reached a hand around to grab the back of Brendon’s head and hold him there against the crook of his neck.
They were loud and desperate and weren’t going to last. Ryan could feel himself getting close already. His cock was so hard as it bounced against his belly with Brendon’s thrusts. Brendon fucked rough and deep, fingers digging into the soft flesh at Ryan’s hip, pulling him back at every stroke.
It was Ryan’s turn for his legs to shake. He steadied both hands back on the pane, palms sweaty and close to slipping off. This angle made it easier for Brendon to aim at his prostate, and once he realised, he made Ryan lose his mind.
Brendon liked to touch Ryan. Skittering, trailing fingertips over hot, turned-on skin. He liked to trace where Ryan’s ribs protruded slightly, and down to the hard jut of Ryan’s hipbones. He liked to press down until Ryan twitched from the sting of skin beginning to bruise. Ryan’s skin was smooth and soft, pale and beautiful especially when Brendon got to leave redpurple marks.
It drove Ryan mad. The gentle, seemingly aimless touches. Now, it was almost enough to push Ryan to orgasm. Brendon dragged a palm over Ryan’s stomach, and up to his chest, pushing his shirt up, barely acknowledging Ryan’s aching dick where it sat heavy between his legs.
“Fuck, Brendon,” Ryan had been chanting over and over since Brendon started the relentless rhythm into him.
“Yeah,” Brendon had repeated back. “You feel so good baby, fuckin’ tight and perfect, fuck, Ry.”
Ryan tightened his ass around Brendon and threw his head back. He could feel the tension start to build in his gut. His breath grew stuttered. Brendon seemed to read his mind and he wrapped his fist around Ryan’s cock, giving it two pumps before Ryan came thick stripes across the soundproof foam in front of him.
Ryan shuddered and whined as Brendon fucked him through his orgasm. Brendon leaned down and sunk his teeth into Ryan’s shoulder, following Ryan over the edge and burying himself deep as he came for the second time. He licked over the indents he left in Ryan’s skin as he rocked his hips into Ryan, getting in the last thrusts before his softening cock slipped out.
Ryan sighed as he let his body loosen in Brendon’s arms encircling him and holding him up. He turned his head to let Brendon kiss his cheek until he reached his lips.
“Sleep, now,” Brendon mumbled. Ryan hummed, rubbing Brendon’s arm contentedly.
“We recorded vocals for the substandard motels song, if you wanted to hear,” Ryan asked when Matt arrived the next afternoon.
He pressed play on the soundboard and the sound of Brendon’s singing filled the room. Brendon was cringing in the corner at how rough his voice sounded. Ryan loved how it came out though, like Brendon was telling a sexy secret and trying to get you in the mood. Considering Brendon was singing while facefucking Ryan.
Matt nodded along until the song ended and Brendon’s final choked out lyric played out.
“Okay,” he started. Ryan adjusted the guitar in his lap so he could sit more comfortably, snapping himself out of his memories from the night before. “I mean, it’s good. And I think Pete’s gonna be into this direction-”
The sound of Ryan and Brendon cut through his sentence. Ryan frowned. Matt turned to Brendon accusatorily. Brendon had a dumb grin on his face as he raised his arms as if to say it wasn’t me!
“The track is still playing,” Ryan tried to reach over and shut it off but Matt waved his hand away, curious.
A moan cut through, louder now. Distinctly Ryan’s voice. Ryan wanted to shrivel up and die. Brendon burst out laughing.
“We’ll cut that out!” Ryan tried to shut it off again just as his voice started begging and whining and the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin played out in the speakers. Matt smirked.
“Pete’s really gonna be into that,” he helped Ryan click the track off. Ryan resettled in his seat, face flushed.
“Sorry,” Ryan mumbled. “Brendon just needed some motivation.”
Matt chuckled and shook his head.