Post by luka braden-weathers. on May 17, 2008 22:52:47 GMT -5
what your little heart desires
[/font][/i][/center]He wanted to leave; he was aching for his night out of the city. He was tired of being the only one who couldn’t drink up the nightlife of marijuana smoke and alcohol dreams, he wanted his dream. He wanted his night out of the city; he wanted his life out of the city. He wanted to drink up the marijuana smoke through his nostrils, feel the natural high over take him as he would run around in the city’s bright lights for one last time before he left everything, to get something. To get everything back.[/font][/color][/color][/size]
To bring back the only thing that would make his heart satisfied.
Ryan Ross was never the one to pick decision easily; he liked to give himself a challenge. He was currently lounging in his bed, the bland colored sheets cushioning his small and fragile bones that made up his gangly and lanky body frame. Those sheets made Ryan Ross almost draw him into an unwanted sleep, as he thought of how he was soon going to leave these sheets and go find something fun to do, something to end his life in the city with a bang.
Someone named Pete Wentz.
When the thought struck him that he wanted to see the male that offered him the life he wanted, no, the life he hated, the life he loathed, he took the offer with not a smile or a frown. Just a simple straight faced agreement, and he was leaving the city for the one who gave him the life that destroyed his old self, that corrupted his old self, and tainted him with the want of a circus as his life. Pete Wentz gave everything Ryan Ross yearned for, and now Ryan yearned for Pete, but he couldn’t have Pete. He couldn’t have the one that he secretly wrote songs to, the songs that were tucked away in the confines of his pillowcase in the tour bus. Ryan fumbled around with the pillow case in the hotel room as he debated whether or not to call Pete and ask where he was, or to demand Pete to come over so Ryan could shower him with kisses and hugs and tell him how much he really yearned for Pete’s touch on his own skin, the skin that was growing hot and tight in his jeans as he thought of the black haired male that was probably out having his own life in the city.
Ryan was soon found dialing the number he spent countless hours memorizing, the only one that could help him in his current state. Brendon. Now, Brendon was probably having his own life in the city right now, ever since turning the age of twenty-one Brendon had been going out, been drinking and sleeping with female or male, it was just the drive that the age sent you in. The age where everything is legal.
“Ryan?” A soft voice reached his ears, a voice that sounded oddly sober.
“Brendon, this is the last time I could get a chance with him.” Ryan confessed softly, as he heard the loud music die down as he would’ve guessed that Brendon was leaving the club he was just in.
“Ryan, I can’t tell you what to do, if you want your heart to be satisfied then you go and fuck him till he can’t fuck anymore, or you stay in your comfortable bed sheets and write your depressing heart tugging songs about love.” Brendon spoke quietly; he always spoke rather quietly when he tried to get his point across.
Ryan wanted to fuck Pete till he couldn’t anymore.
“I want to fuck him till I can’t anymore.” Ryan whispered quietly, scared that someone could be watching in his apartment room, which was highly unlikely. Ryan was going insane.
“I can’t hear you, Ryan.” Brendon joked a bit, his humor tugging at his lips. Ryan let out a shy laugh as he bid Brendon a thank you and goodbye and hung up after he heard Brendon leave a simple farewell.
Ryan looked down at the phone, the clock on the front screen beeping an ungodly hour of two in the morning. He fidgeted with the phone, the thin silver machine passing through his long digits as he took in a deep breath and let it out, doing this several times, Ryan couldn’t think straight anymore. He couldn’t find a way to persuade Pete to come over, but he needed to, and lust was consuming as he thought of Pete’s face, everything about Pete made Ryan want to attack him, and it was sometimes sickening.
His fingers pressed the digits of a number Ryan was always scared to call. He heard the rings press into his head, and it magnified as his heart pounded against his chest. He was about to hang up, to let himself regret that he never did get a chance with the one he yearned for, with Pete Wentz, until a liquid velvet voice made his breath hitch in his throat, made his heart pound.
“Ryan?” Pete spoke, his voice was quiet, as if he was sleeping, Ryan wanted to drink in his voice, to kiss those lips awake.
“Were you sleeping?”
“Just a nap, what does your heart desire?”
“You.” Ryan finally said it, he didn’t feel his heart grow lighter, didn’t feel a breath of relief leave his throat. His breath was still caught, his vocals chords temporarily stunned as his head grew hot, as he had to breathe rapidly to keep tears leaving those heavenly hazel eyes.
“Where are you?”
“At the hotel.”
“Give me fifteen minutes.” Then the phone hung up and Ryan looked at it disbelievingly, he looked around at his room, it was clean, look at his clothes. Simple floral print shirt with tight black jeans, that was okay, right? Ryan jolted up, his breath coming in full-blown heaves as his body felt sick, his head felt hot and he ran to the bathroom and dry heaved everything that was in his stomach into the toilet. He was sick. He was in lust. He was in love.
Two knocks reached his ears, Ryan quickly flushed and opened the mouth wash and rinsed the vomit laced breath out of his mouth a throat gargle and spit it into the alabaster sink. He pulled his shirt down, his jeans hanging rather loosely around his hips and his shaking smooth skinned handgrip the door handle and opened it. Pete was standing in front of him. His yellow shirt hugging against his well-toned chest, his tight black jeans making his legs straight, they looked painted on. His hair was straight and perfect in front of his light brown eyes, and Ryan shot a glance at his pale pink lips, soft and tempting. They looked as if God kissed them with flower petals.
“Let me end the city life for you, with a bang.” Pete whispered as he took a step inside the hotel apartment, closing the door rather quietly. Their eye contact stayed in tact, Ryan having to look down because of Pete’s height, but he didn’t mind at all. They shared the look, hazel meeting brown, lust meeting love, Ryan meeting Pete.
Then two pairs of jaws collided, two lips meet, two hearts connected.
Pete placed his hands on Ryan’s waist, and Ryan wrapped his around Pete’s neck as the kiss deepened. Ryan shyly poked his tongue past Pete’s teeth, and his own tongue meet Pete’s. The kiss grew wet and messy, their heads twisting and turning trying to meet more access of tongues. Pete pressed his erection against Ryan’s legs, warning him of the current situation at hand. Ryan let out a tiny laugh, breaking the kiss a trail of mixed spit trailing off their lips as Ryan took Pete’s hand and led him to the bed, which took about four steps.
“You sure?” Pete asked as he turned so Ryan was in front of the bed, with a nod of approval, Pete gently pushed Ryan on the bed, and the gangly frame landed on baggy gray sheets, he looked completely at home. Pete looked down at Ryan, grinding his hips and watching the boy close his hazel and let his swollen lipped framed mouth hang open just a bit, a small moan leaving his closing throat. Their erections getting harder and harder as the grinding grew more and more, as Ryan ran his hands all over Pete’s still clothed body, his fingers intertwining with Pete’s, his other hand clutching the gray sheets.
“I need you, I need to be in you.” Pete’s voice was muffled as his teeth grazed over Ryan’s throat, and the vibration was sent straight to Ryan’s penis and his jeans felt like they were going to tare at how tight they were. As if Pete knew what Ryan’s penis wanted, his free hand went straight to Ryan’s belt and unbuckled it, and gently placed it on the floor, their breath growing harsh and raw and they weren’t even having sex yet. Pete bit at Ryan’s neck for the last time and straddled his hips. His finger trailed their way down Ryan’s sides, soon grabbed at the hem of his floral printed shirt and lifted it up and soon tossed it across the room, the floral print landing somewhere far off from the belt. Pete leaned down, poking his tongue out of his flower petal pale pink lips as he trailed his wet tongue down Ryan’s hairless, well-built, smooth skinned chest and dipped and swirled a bit when it reached his belly button. He licked his way around the pants line of Ryan’s tight black jeans, and he took his free hand - his other hand intertwined with Ryan’s still – Pete took his hand and zipped down Ryan’s jeans and tucked them down and pulled them away throwing them in any direction he could.
“Let me take off something!” Ryan yelled his voice panting as his wet and sticky chest heaved for air. Pete smiled as Ryan’s long digits pulled off the yellow shirt, and brushed purposely over tan skin, which lead to Pete letting out a little moan. Ryan’s lips turned up a bit, and his hands found their way to Pete’s button, and Ryan took it off and zipped the zipper down. He took off the pants rather quickly, and both were only in their boxers and Pete grinded down on Ryan’s hips. Ryan let out a throaty moan, and Ryan placed his hand on Pete’s boxers and pulled them down, while Pete did the same. Now both were naked and grinding against each other.
“Suck,” Pete instructed as he gave Ryan a digit, and Ryan opened his mouth just slightly and poked his tongue out of his mouth and licked at the digit until he took it fully in his mouth and sucked at it, taking in two more until they were soaking wet. Pete took them out of his mouth and let his mouth clash against Ryan’s once again; the older man placed his knee between Ryan’s knees and pushed them apart until they were fully open. Pete stuck one finger in Ryan’s entrance, and he received a pleasurable sigh from the younger boy under him. He quickly pumped his finger in and out, and added another one, scissoring the entrance, he felt it was stretched out enough, but just because he loved to hear Ryan moan and arch his beautiful body he placed all three of his fingers into Ryan’s entrance and once he brushed his fingers against Ryan’s prostate, he heard the little male produce a throat moan, his voice breaking off near the end of it. Pete smiled to himself, and placed his penis in Ryan’s entrance, and he heard the boy take in a sharp breath and he heard him shyly whisper.
“I love you, Peter.”
Pete kissed Ryan’s inner thigh and mumbled his own declaration of love for Ryan, and then placed himself in Ryan. He heard the man under him groan in either pain or pleasure.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, ke-keep going.” He stuttered out, as Pete gripped at his aching penis, and timed his thrusts with the pumps, each earning a raw and harsh moan of pleasure. Their hands that were intertwined together kept the grip tighter and tighter, and Ryan hooked his legs around Pete’s waist pushing him further and further, until he felt Pete brush against his magic spot once again and Ryan let out another throaty moan, his thoughts clouding a bit. He looked up at Pete and pressed their lips together, their tongues slipping and sliding together as Pete’s thrusts grew harder and his stroking faster. Ryan’s moan grew hoarse and faded and he begged for more until he couldn’t have it anymore.
He was going to fuck Pete till he couldn’t anymore.
Ryan’s stomach grew tight and his body hot as his stomach clenched together and he let out a moan that formed Pete’s name and let the hot mess of white liquid be pressed against their bodies. Pete was only seconds after Ryan moaning out his named and collapsing on his heaving chest.
After a few minutes of catching their breath’s, Pete pulled out of Ryan and leaned his head down, his tongue tracing away every inch of Ryan’s spilt cum. Ryan let out a shudder as cold air consumed his body, but he was soon under the bland covers of his bed, with the older male’s arms around him.
“Did you get what your little heart desired?”
“Yes.”
He fucked Pete Wentz till he couldn’t anymore.
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uh hi! petew/ryan one shot here :]
IT'S ALL FAKE SO LIKE DON'T SUE ME OR SOMETHING!
i'mma write more fan fiction and sorry that the sex scene
is really crappy, it was my first time. anyway, enjoy :]
- lizzeh
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