Ryden Oneshots

Rose Is A Four-Letter Word

.:. Rating : NC-17 .:.

Summary: Ryan's allergic to roses. Well, maybe "allergic" is the wrong word for it.

Spencer first starts to suspect something when Ryan wears a rose boutonniere to his senior prom, and ends up having sex with Brent in his car. It's Brent who tells him about it, after.

"Dude, Ryan attacked me," he says into the phone, sounding honestly shaken. Spencer thinks the idea of Ryan attacking Brent is kind of absurd, but he manages to pass his initial snort of laughter off as a cough. He hopes.

"Ryan did what now?" Spencer asks after inhaling properly.

"He--we were in his car, and we just dropped the girls off, and he just, like. Pulled over in this parking lot and climbed on top of me."

It's pretty much at this point that Spencer stops wanting to laugh.

"Spence, I. Dude, I think I fucked him, like maybe by accident. I don't. I don't even know."

After a moment of stunned silence, Spencer and Brent decide that someone probably spiked the punch at the dance. They don't talk about it again.

*

Spencer does, however, bring it up to Ryan. Ryan, as Spencer kind of figured, says he didn't even drink the punch, because he was worried someone might have spiked it. And he remembers the whole thing.

"I don't know what happened, Spence. I just--I needed it. All night, it kept getting worse, I just felt wrong, like, hollow, so empty that it just ached, and somehow I knew that was the only thing that would make it better."

Spencer knows Ryan well enough not to actually exclaim "a dick in your ass would make it better?!" He definitely thinks it, first, but then forces himself to ask, "did it work?" instead.

Ryan shrugs. "A little. I really wanted more, but Brent was so freaked out."

"Are you better now?" Spencer asks, and really, the irritated look Ryan cuts him is pretty much answer enough.

"Yes, Spencer, I am over the urge to have my friends fuck me in the front seat of my car, thank you."

"Okay, God. I was just checking."

*

"Spencer, I think you need to fuck me," Ryan says, and his voice is low and flat and it takes Spencer a moment to even register the actual words.

"You. What?" he asks, pausing their video game and shifting on his bed so he can look at Ryan. Ryan's staring at him with a sharp, predatory glint in his eyes, breathing shallow. Spencer thinks he can see Ryan pushing his hips harder into the mattress.

"I need it, Spence. I need you," he says, almost entirely devoid of inflection. "Inside, all the way. I want--it's like before, with Brent, fuck. I can't stand this, please."

Spencer blinks at him. Ryan squirms.

"Please."

*

Really, it's not much different than the time they tried kissing each other to see what it was like, or when they gave each other hand jobs so they could see how it felt different when someone else got you off. It's kind of just like that, really, except that Spencer's propped against his headboard, a pillow barely cushioning his shoulderblades, and Ryan is bouncing in his lap.

"You sure you don't want to lay down?" Spencer pants.

Ryan grunts, circling his hips, and if Spencer's honest, it does feel pretty awesome, Ryan all hot and tight around him, muscles clenching as he works his hips. "Maybe, in a minute," Ryan manages to answer. He reaches down, fists his cock, and comes all over Spencer's chest. He does slow down, then, but doesn't stop moving, grinding into Spencer's lap. Spencer pushes up to meet him.