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Two hours after Pete left go of Ryan's wrists, he was woken by the sound of his phone ringing. Incessantly. The problem was that he was incredibly comfortable exactly where he was and his phone was on the bedside table just out of reach. To make matters worse, he was currently wrapped around a very attractive, very asleep guitarist, and given the choice between rolling over to answer the call or staying warm and content, Pete would choose the later every time. Unfortunately, whoever was on the other end of the line had other ideas. Pete swore under his breath as he reluctantly rolled onto his back to grab his cell.
Sliding his thumb across the screen, Pete answered, his voice scratchy with sleep. "'Ello."
"Pete, where the hell are you?" came Patrick Stump's totally not concerned at all voice. "I've left a dozen messages and you haven't replied. Whoever's bed you're in must be quite the catch if you can't even let me know you're okay." So yeah, the singer was totally fishing for information. He'd seen the guitarist leave the night before and even had his suspicions as to where his band mate was, or at least whohe was with, but with no collaborative evidence there was no way he was letting on what he thought he knew. Patrick wouldn't have even bothered checking in if it hadn't been because he was bored without his roommate coupled with what he thought had pulled Pete away from the party.
Rolling back over and wedging his phone between his shoulder and ear, Pete wrapped his arm back around Ryan and pulled him close. "It's fine, Trick, honest. I'm in a hotel and yes, they are actually." He pressed a kiss into the soft brown hair at the nape of the younger man's neck. "You'll really like the guy, I promise." Pete leant forward a little, just to check Ryan was definitely still asleep before he continued. "Totally a keeper, if I have anything to do with it."
Patrick, who was sat on the edge of his own hotel room bed flicking through TV channels, promptly dropped the remote with a clatter. "Wait, what?" he spluttered. "You have a random one night stand and now you want to keep him? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds considering your track record? You only met them last night!" Patrick had well and truly decided he'd been wrong about who Pete had left with the previous night. Surely if it had been Ryan Ross, his friend would have straight up admitted to it.
Pete decided that there was no way he could resist keeping this up. Winding Patrick up was one of his favourite past times, after all. "Yeah, but they're hot and smart and obviously talented! What's not to want? So anyway, I was thinking that you need to meet him. So lunch today should be okay, right? Just you, me and the boy." Actually, thought Pete, that had a nice ring to it. The Boy.
"There is absolutely no way I'm going out to lunch with you and the.... Wait, boy? Fuck, Pete, how old is he?" Patrick was getting frustrated now. What on Earth did his friend think he was up to?
Oh this was too good. Pete sighed audibly down the phone, tightening his arm around Ryan when he felt the younger man stir. "Please," he asked in that begging tone he knew always worked on Patrick. "I really have to go, Trick. It would have meant a lot if you could have come, but I guess it's okay if you don't want to." He grinned, knowing full well he'd totally won this.
God damn it. Patrick hated it when Pete pulled that trick. "Fine, Pete. Just text me where you'll be. I swear to God you're paying though." Hanging up, he flopped back onto the bed with a resigned sigh. Lunch it was then.
Ryan was vaguely aware that Pete was talking, but he wasn't really paying attention since he was still half asleep, simply happy to snuggle back against the other man and doze. He couldn't quite get back to sleep though, because when he felt Pete pull him closer, Ryan felt a fluttering in his chest that he hadn't expected. He was trying to figure it out when he heard the older man whisper "Pete 1: Trick 0," and the sudden absence of a warm body against his back. Ryan was mortified when he heard himself whine softly at the removal of contact.
Pete had just rolled over and dumped his phone on the side stand when he heard the most adorable sound ever come from Ryan's side of the bed. Turning back to the younger guitarist, he wrapped his arms back around him, nuzzling into the crook of Ryan's slender neck. "Missed me already?"
'Damn' was Ryan's internal reaction to discovering he'd been heard. He covered Pete's arms with his own, hugging them tightly. "Yes," came the still sleep laden reply, "you're like a personal hot water bottle. You shouldn't be allowed to go anywhere." Ryan managed resist the desire to add a 'mine' to the end of his sentence. As much as he would have loved for this to be something more than a simple hook up, he knew that was exactly what it was.
"Oh really? And here's me thinking you were the one keeping me hot." Pete grinned against the other man's skin as he scooted his hips up to Ryan's ass, half hard already. Cheesy move, yes, but totally worth it if he got the reaction he wanted.
There was no way Ryan was going to resist an invitation as obvious as that, pushing his hips back so that Pete's cock settled between the cheeks of his ass. "I think that it's quite possibly a mutual state of affairs if I'm honest."
Pete groaned at the sensation of Ryan's flesh pressed against his own. That was definitely not something he was going to protest against. "Well if that's the case, maybe you should let me help you with our mutual problem." Sliding his hand down over Ryan's stomach and across his hip, Pete pressed another kiss to the younger man's neck. Moving his fingers with a feather light touch, he ghosted them over the length of Ryan's cock.
Ryan's moan was borne not only of want but of frustration under the other guitarist(‘)s teasing touch, his hips pushing forward in search of more. "Please do...." He pressed his ass back against Pete, hoping to encourage him to comply.
Smirking against Ryan's pale skin, Pete was more than happy to answer the younger man, not with words but with a roll of his hips and more glancing touches to Ryan's dick.
"Yeah, fuck yes," Ryan replied as he moved his hips with Pete's. Deciding that playing coy wasn't going to get him anywhere, Ryan chose a little honesty to move things along. "Wanted this for so long. Fuck me, Pete."
If there was one thing Pete had never thought he'd hear from Ryan, but had wanted to hear since forever, it was those three words. He'd been hoping he'd get a chance to repay Ryan for earlier, and he was now going to. Dragging his teeth over the curve of the other man's shoulder, Pete smiled. "Pass me what I need, and I'll see what I can do." He curled his fingers around Ryan's hardening cock as he whispered into his ear.
Scrambling to reach the standard issue hotel bedside table?, Ryan moaned as he felt his movement cause Pete's hand to move over his dick. Once he had the tube of lube and a condom in his hand, he pushed himself back against the bass guitarist. He held out the contents of his palm over his head as he wiggled his ass. "C'mon Pete, you know you want to." Ryan slapped his other hand over his mouth when he giggled like an idiot.
"Impatient little fucker, aren't you?" Pete twisted his wrist a little as he moved his hand over Ryan's cock a couple of times before letting go and taking the condom and lube from the other man's hand. "I guess I'd better give you what you want. I don't think I'd survive another tickling." Moving back a little, he flicked open the cap and poured lube onto his fingers and tossed the tube behind him. Spreading the younger man's ass with his other hand, Pete trailed a slicked up finger down the cleft of Ryan's ass, circling his entrance slowly.
A low groan left Ryan's throat as he felt the teasing touch of Pete. He pushed back against the older man's finger in an attempt to encourage him. Ryan had no idea how much longer he could have Pete in his bed, but he was determined to make the most of him while he did.
Pete chuckled as he pressed his lips to Ryan's shoulder, slipping his finger into the guitarist. He wanted to hear more sounds like that, and he was planning on doing everything he could to get them. He was rewarded with a muffled moan from the younger man, and a quick glance confirmed that Ryan had his hand covering his mouth. "Don't. I want to hear you like I could earlier." Pete wasn't usually so at ease with someone on a first night together (or morning, he supposed since the previous night was a bust), but as he started to move his finger in and out of the other man he supposed it was from a combination of wanting for too long and already knowing Ryan so well.
With each of Pete's advances, Ryan pushed back, his hips falling into an easy rhythm of building need. Half of him wanted to take time, to savour each pleasurable sensation, but the other half just wanted everything now. For once his patient side won out, moving his arm backwards so he could curl his fingers over his elder's hip. When Pete crooked his finger in just the right place, Ryan's grip tightened as a gasp fell from his lips. "More," was the only word he managed to force out as he felt another shock run through him.
"Mmmm," Pete hummed against Ryan's shoulder. He certainly wasn't going to say no to a request like that, sliding a second finger into the heat of the younger man's ass. "Like this?" What could he say? He was a teasing fucker and he knew it.
"Yes." The word slid off Ryan's tongue so easily, his hips pushing back against the intrusion. He knew he was probably leaving marks where his nails were digging into Pete's skin, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care.
It wasn't long before Pete was scissoring his fingers, his own impatience getting the better of him. Each little gasp and moan that his attentions drew from Ryan only edged Pete closer to desperation. "I can't wait much longer, Ry. You're far too pretty to resist."
Ryan craned his neck so that he could see Pete out of the corner of his eye. "Then stop resisting and fuck me." He bit his bottom lip, his breathing already shallow and halting.
Pete did not need telling twice, pulling his fingers from the other man once he was sure Ryan was ready. Rolling into his back, he tore into the condom wrapper and made quick work of getting himself ready. Stroking himself as he moved back onto his side, Pete nibbled at the lobe of Ryan's ear before whispering in the younger man's ear. "How do you want it?"
Now there was a question a Ryan hadn't expected to hear. In fact it took him completely by surprise. The problem was that as much as he wanted to see Pete, he knew that it really wasn't a good idea. The one thing that Ryan knew about himself better than anything was that as much as he could lie with words, his eyes never failed to give him away. Sure, it hadn't been a problem earlier. He was pretty sure he'd been concentrating so hard on not being nervous that nothing could show in his eyes other than lust and determination. To be fucked by Pete was another matter altogether, and Ryan was almost certain that his feelings for the older man would be all too easy for him to see. His decision made, he rolled forward into his stomach, turning his head to face the other guitarist. "This okay?"
If Pete was honest, he was a little disappointed. He'd hoped to see those beautiful amber eyes fall apart under him, but there was no way he was going let Ryan know that. Instead he spread the younger man's thighs and ran his hand over that perfect skinny ass. "I think I can manage this, if it's what you want."
"I do. I want." Ryan shifted on the bed, moaning as the sheets rubbed against his cock.
Ryan's moan brought Pete out of his obsession over his companion's ass. "I want too, Ry. I've waited for this far too long." He moved between the younger man's legs, using his hands to spread the cheeks of Ryan's ass. Taking a deep breath, Pete pressed the head of his cock to the other man's entrance and pushed in slowly.
The sudden burn and sensation of being filled by Pete pushed the air right out of Ryan's lungs. "Fuck," he hissed as he struggled to breathe. "More, Pete. Please." He pushed his ass back against the intrusion, wanting to feel every inch of the older man inside him.
Fuck indeed. Pete would never admit to it, but he'd spent more than a few nights alone thinking about this. Yet this was better than he'd ever imagined, the tight heat of Ryan's ass almost overwhelming him. Once he was completely surrounded by the younger guitarist, Pete let out a wanton moan. "Jesus fuck, Ry. So tight. Shit."
As soon as Ryan felt himself adjust, he rolled his hips in the hope it would remind Pete to move. Another moan left his lips as he felt the sweet stretch from the older man's dick juxtaposed with the rough contact of the sheets against his own cock.
Pete's own wanton moan joined Ryan's as he felt the younger man shift beneath him. "Impatient little fucker, aren't you? C'mere." He took a hold of the other man's hips, pulling Ryan's ass up off the bed. "You look good like this, Ross. I bet you feel just as good." Pete sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back before pushing back in quickly.
"Yeah, it's because you were taking too long, Pete. I thought you said you were going to fuck me." Ryan grinned. He loved their usual banter and he was glad they could still have that even though he was in a rather more compromising position than normal.
"Oh that's how it's going to be, huh?" Pete didn't bother waiting for one of Ryan's usual sarcastic replies, starting to move his hips in deep, steady thrusts. He knew fine well he wasn't going to be able to last long with such a tempting sight before him, but he was damn sure he was going to enjoy it.
Ryan didn't even try to hold back the sounds threatening to escape from his throat. No matter how many nights he'd lain in his bunk and dreamt about this, nothing could have prepared him for how good it felt to have Pete's hands on him like this, to be fucked like this. Moving with the older man, Ryan pushed back each time Pete filled him, desperate for more.
The beautiful sounds that Ryan was making were too much for Pete to resist, his hips snapping forward with an ever quickening pace. Hitching the other man's hips again, he searched out the perfect angle to give Ryan everything he wanted.
It took a few subtle changes in position, but when Pete hit Ryan's prostate, he cried out, his hands clawing at the bed sheets. "God yes! Pete."
Pete really didn't need any more encouragement than that, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. He could feel the kindling fire in his gut building into a blaze, each push into Ryan bringing him closer to release.
Ryan had no idea how he was still capable of conscious thought as Pete practically fucked him into the bed, his words becoming a litany of half syllables as he writhed against the sheets. The only thought left to run through his head was more and please even though he couldn't force them from his mouth.
Knowing he was close, Pete leant more of his weight onto Ryan, moving one of his hands to the younger man's cock and stroking him with the same fervor as his hips. "Come on Ry, let go for me." This was everything Pete wanted and more, but what would make it perfect would be to have the man beneath him fall apart as he did.
The combination of Pete's relentless pace and the words breathlessly uttered in his ear was enough to send Ryan keening against the sheets, his ass clinching around the older man's cock as he came in Pete's hand.
When Pete felt Ryan tighten around his cock there was nothing he could do to stop the wave of pleasure rolling over him, his hips stuttering as he cried out Ryan's name. He could have sworn he whited out for a moment, because the next thing he knew, he was lying completely on the other man, his skin damp from his exertions and his breathing ragged. "That....you...were amazing. We need to do that again."
Ryan couldn't help the smile spreading across his face as he registered Pete's declaration. Reaching back, he stroked along the older man's hip. "I think we might need a little time to recover, but you're not going to hear any complaints from me if we do."
Pete burst out laughing, carefully pulling out and rolling off the younger guitarist and onto his back so he could dispose of the condom. Once he had dumped it off the side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around Ryan and pulled him close. "That sounds like a plan to me."
"Deal," was the only word Ryan could manage as he nestled into the man beside him, hoping there would be plenty of opportunity in the future for just that.