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"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Ryan bit his lower lip as he squirmed, cool air touching the inside of his thighs. "This is wrong Brendon, do you hear me?! Wrong."

His boyfriend leaned against a light pole, watching the pale brunette struggle with the airy school girl uniform, pulling the skirt into place as the wind tugged at the fabric. "The skirt is way too short,” he said, reaching up to push his wig back on his face, wisps of curling brown hair sticking to his lips, his face.

Brendon laughed, stepping forward to curl an arm about his waist, tugging his Ryan's slender form against his. "But you lost the bet," Brendon murmured, reaching up with his free hand to trail his thumb lightly against glossy lips. He leaned down, brushing his mouth against his boyfriend's gently, "and you look so cute, dressed like this."

Ryan jerked back slightly, biting his lower lip as a blush stained his cheeks. "S-stop that!" He shoved his hands against Brendon's chest, pushing him away. "D-don't kiss me in public, you pervert!"

Brendon arched a perfect eyebrow. "Why not?" He demanded, rather than asked.

"Because! We're both boys!" Ryan's hands curled into fists at his waist. "A-and if other people see, we could-" Lips pressed against his, effectively silencing his words.

No one will know we're both boys if you keep your mouth shut," Brendon hissed against his lips, hands curled tightly around thin wrists.

Ryan agreed silently, still wishing that he had never accepted the bet. Brendon had challenged him to a test of the mind, something he should have known not to attempt. He had been drunk, on a little wine and Brendon's heated kisses and agreed, losing spectacularly moments later.

"I-I guess," he mumbled as warm lips pressed against his again and again, tipping his head back for a warm, slow kiss. Brendon's hands released his and curled around him, pulling him flush, chest-to-chest against him.

They pulled away moments later when they heard the clearing of a throat, turning to sheepishly face an elderly woman who was watching from her mailbox. "You kids should know better," she waved her walking stick at them, "than to be kanoodling in public like this! You should be ashamed yourself, young lady, for associating with a cad like him!"

Ryan was red as a tomato, escaping Brendon's arms once more. "S-sorry ma'am!" He said, his voice an octave higher than normal. She waved her stick at them more as Brendon grabbed his hand and led him off, laughing silently.

"It's not funny!" Ryan mouthed as Brendon pulled him onto the main road, linking their fingers as they walked. "She thought I was a real girl!"

"Shh," Brendon hushed him, tugging him into a diner. "Quiet now."

"Gooooood evening!" They were greeted almost immediately upon entering the restaurant. A pretty brunette eyed Brendon smiled, putting on a charm he rarely showed. "Table for two?" she asked politely when she spotted Ryan half-tucked behind Brendon, eyes narrowing the slightest bit.

"Yes, please," Brendon replied, his voice low and a little husky. "A booth please," he added as she grabbed silverware and menu's, "a...more secluded one, if you could." He winked and Ryan could have sworn the woman almost swooned, face flushing.

"Y-yes sir," she said happily, waving the menu's across her face, "follow me, if you please."

Minutes later they were in a comfortable, semi-circular booth, sipping on water as the waitress tittered to and fro with the other customers. "S-so, have you been here before?" Ryan asked, flipping through the menu.

"Mmm," Brendon, replied, staring at Ryan from hooded eyes. He reached out, placing a hand on his boyfriend's knee. "I have."

Ryan flushed as the fingers squeezed his knee. "Um, everything looks so good, ah-" warm fingers began to trail up his thigh, fingering the hem of his skirt. "-i-is there a-anything-" they brushed past it, working their way upward, tickling the inside of his thigh.

"Mmm? Did you say something?" Brendon said, smirking. Ryan glared at him, gasping as the hand reached its goal, touching the fabric of his briefs gently.

"N-Brendon get your hand out of-"

"Are ya'll ready to order?" The waitress' voice cut through the tension.

Ryan felt Brendon's hand freeze on his thigh, breathing a sigh of relief as he seemed to shift focus to the woman who had interrupted them. "Yes," Brendon smiled, almost as shiningly handsome as Justin. "I'd like the sixteen-ounce prime rib..." Ryan gasped as the hand suddenly slid upward, cupping him through his briefs, squeezing gently.

"And for you sir?" He flinched as he found Brendon and the waitress staring at him, expectantly.

"F-for me?" Ryan squeaked as Brendon squeezed a little harder, thumbing his rapidly growing erection lazily through the fabric.

"Yes, you know, food?" Brendon smiled gently at him before looking at the waitress. "She'll have the same thing I'm having, ma'am," he said politely, giving her a winning smile as he pinched the tip of Ryan's cock through his briefs gently.

"Ahn!" Ryan bit his lower lip, tensing.

The waitress, who had been turning to walk away, looked back. "Are you okay, miss?" she asked, voice laced with (probably false) concern. "You look flushed."

"I-I'm fine," Ryan replied softly, giving her a pained smile. "Just a s-stomach ache, you know, that time-" His nails bit into his palm as Brendon drew his erection from his briefs under the table, gently stroking it with a firm grasp.

She gave him a look that clearly said she understood before walking away to place their order.

"BRENDON!" Ryan hissed as his lover continued to stroke him gently. "Stop, stop it right now!" He protested as Brendon gripped him harder, thumbing the tip idly. "S-stop!"

The hand caressing him stilled. "You sound desperate," Brendon leaned close, gently biting the shell of Ryan's ear, tonguing it briefly before pulling away.

"I-I am, Brendon, please-" He let out a high pitched keen as blunt nails scraped gently the underside of his cock. "-aaaahn..."

"Please what, Ryan? Your body is so honest, why can't you be the same?" He drew closer, looming over Ryan's hunched figure, shifting to wrap an arm around him, his free arm coming up to tilt Ryan's head in his direction.

The boy looked up at him, cheeks rosy, lips swollen from earlier kisses. "N-Brendon..." Warm lips pressed against his own. He swallowed thickly as a Brendon's tongue gently traced his lower lip, drawing it between his own and sucking it gently as he pressed for entry.

Wordlessly, Ryan opened his mouth, drawing the warm tongue into his mouth, dueling it with his own. He mewled in his deep in his throat as the warm muscle explored his mouth, turning his body to face Brendon's better, reaching out to gently clench his fingers in the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt.

Brendon pulled back after a moment, enjoying wanton expression on Ryan's face as he traced the boys cheek with his fingers. "Yes?"

"I...God. Brendon...r-right now..."

Fingers tightened on Ryan's shoulder as he was suddenly hauled forward. Brendon pulled him out of the booth, tucking him against his chest tightly. Surprised, he followed wordlessly as hot fingers linked with his and he was pulled down a hall, pushed roughly into a dark room.

A heavy door shut behind them, lock clicking into place. Brendon flipped a switch, bright white light flooded the room. Grimy tile and a broken sink made Ryan cringe.

He was shoved against the door without a word, mouth fusing to his before he could protest. He struggled against the larger body as he was pushed against the wood, shirt working up his back as he was pushed upward.

Brendon drew his lover's legs around his waist, the short skirt bunching at Ryan's hips as his hands slid from his thigh to his butt, cupping the soft cheeks and kneading through the fabric of his underwear.

"N-Brendon, th-the bathroom? What are we-" Warm lips pressed against his as fingers played with the elastic of his briefs, dipping beneath to skim the silky skin beneath.

"The trip home is far too long," he purred, grinding his hips upward into Ryan's, feeling the boy tense as he let out a panting cry as their erections brushed, "and you want me now, don't you?"

Ryan whimpered as he rolled his hips again, tightening his legs around Brendon's waist. "God yes," he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut as fingers slid between his cheeks, gently thumbing the puckered bud. "N-Brendon!" his cry was muffled as the Brendon's mouth covered his once more.

He wrapped his arms around his lovers neck as they kissed, tangling a hand in Brendon's wavy hair, stroking the silky strands as they rocked against each other. Ryan panted with desire, pulling back slightly as a finger penetrated him to the first knuckle, his lips forming a perfect 'o' of desire.

Brendon withdrew the finger, drawing the hand to his mouth quickly. He sucked it into his mouth, coating the digits with his saliva. He pulled them away, smirking as Ryan watched a tiny, almost string of spit follow his finger, breaking off as the hand moved southward again.

"I can't have you limping home, now," he said, chuckling as Ryan's face turned cherry red to the tips of his ears. He let out a cry as a slick finger worked its way into his body once more, faster than before. Brendon pushed it deep as it could go, twisting it in his lover's body. Ryan bucked against him, squeezing his legs as another finger worked its way in with the first.

"Oh-" he moaned as Brendon curled the fingers deep inside him, pressing against the hidden nub of pleasure deep within his body. "Oh Brendon, oh yes!" He cried as his lover pushed and scissored and stretched.

"Ryan," his lover ground out, pulling the fingers from his loosened hole. "I need you," Brendon moaned, softly, leaning forward to kiss at Ryan's lips. "Now."
"T-take me," Ryan whispered softly, looking down at him through thick lashes. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and wet. Brendon reached between them, shifting Ryan up to hold him with one arm more steadily against the door as he unsnapped the button of his fly, sliding the zipper down quickly.

He reached into the cramped confine of his jeans, pulling his thick, swollen cock out with a groan. He thumbed the tip, smearing pre-come with his thumb over it before running his hand up and down the thick organ a few times.

Brendon looked up at his lover once more as smooth, soft hands unclasped from their tight embrace around his neck, sliding over his shoulders gently. "I'm ready," Ryan whispered sensuously, leaning down to nip at Brendon's ear, wanting and needy as ever.

Brendon smirked, nipping his lover's neck roughly, swirling his tongue around the flesh and sucking hard. He cried out, not caring at whether or not they were heard anymore. "Are you sure?" Brendon teased, licking the raised, angry welt on Ryan's neck. "Positively?" He stroked his cock once more, more than ready to give him what he wanted.

Ryan's fingers tightened on his shoulders, the nails biting into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "Y-you dragged me in here, made me beg for it, and now you're asking me if I'm ready?" He was panting, Brendon observed with a smirk. "God, Brendon, put it in m-eeeahh!"

He threw his head back as Brendon penetrated him with one smooth move, stretching him, filling him. "O-oh Brendon!" He screamed, his voice drowned out as a hand tangled in his hair and pulled him against a hard mouth. Brendon thrust his hips upward into the boy in tune to his thrusting tongue, the hot muscle twining with Ryan's passionately as they made love.

Ryan clenched around him, a wet, tight, pulsing heat that seemed to suck Brendon's cock into his body every time he tried to withdraw. "N-ngh, Brendon," the boy moaned as he broke free of their kiss, breathing heavily, massaging Brendon's shoulders as he shifted his hips downward with each thrust, tightened his legs around his boyfriend's trim waist.

"So good," Brendon murmured, his lips pressing against the juncture of Ryan's shoulder and neck, planting wet, feverish kisses on the sweating skin exposed by the shirt. "So goddamn good." He shifted, planting his feet more steadily on the slick-tiled floor, spreading Ryan's legs wider for a better angle. Gripping the smooth thighs between with his hands, Brendon thrust harder, faster, in time to their broken, breathy exclamations and moans.

Even though, even though I'm so full and satisfied, Ryan thought, eyes screwed shut as he responded wanton and free to Brendon's touch, forgetting where they were, what he had done, everything but the sensation of being filled and made love to, I want more! More!

Hearing a dark chuckle, he opened his eyes as a particularly hard thrust rocked his frame. "Such a greedy little one, you are," Brendon murmured. Ryan turned blood red, he had said that out loud? Oh god above, "But dressing like this," Brendon continued, thrusting, "And being so good for me, I think I can reward you with what you want."

Ryan gave a cry as he was pulled from the wall, Brendon steadying them as he moved them to the sink, balancing Ryan on the very edge and thrusting once more. He leaned back on his palms, ankles hooked behind Brendon's back as he cried and begged and moaned for more, Brendon's hands stretching his legs wide and holding him in place with a grip as strong as steel. It was so good. So damn good.

Something shifted, bubbling up through his belly and working its way through his body as Brendon hit that sweet spot. A wet, hot, violent heat that made him squirm and squeal as he shifted his weight to one hand and reached down, wrapping the free one around his cock. "I-I'm so close," He moaned, squeezing his neglected shaft before quickly smoothing his hand up and down the slick flesh.

"You're so hot like that," Brendon ground out, his cock swelling deep within his lover as he watched him bring himself to completion. "So hot, Ryan, come for me, baby, come-" he babbled, trying to hold back. Unable to bite it back, Ryan screamed as he tensed up, coming. Unable to hold back any further Brendon joined him, slamming forward so hard Ryan knew he wouldn't be able to walk, exploding deep within his lover.

Moments later, panting, Brendon leaned forward, resting his forehead against Ryan's and smiling. "That was so hot," he murmured, hearing a gently mutter of contentment from the boy beneath him. Carefully, he drew out, wincing at the small whimper of pain that escaped his lover's lips.

It was only then that he heard the intense knocking on the door and the concerned voice of the waitress. "Sir? Ma'am! Are you alright?" Ryan's eyes widened as Brendon drew back, both their eyes fixed on the door. "Sir? I heard yelling, is something wrong?"

OH MY FREAKING GOD MOTHERFUCKERS! NEARLY TEN PAGES! I'm just gonna hope to God y'all think it was worth it!
xox Van