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Just Sit Back
A/N: I wrote this back in March and finally decided to share it.
It's my first Ryden fic, as well as my first work of slash. I think it's pretty good for a first,
but I'm the author and your the reader so I'll let you decide for yourself. Reviews are loved!
Having just finished up a show, the four of us piled onto the couch. Usually we would fight over it,
but this time we were too exhausted to even bother. I'm sure we looked like a wad of gayness; still
wearing our makeup, still in our costumes, still excessively sweaty, laying upon each other,
sweating even more because of each other's body heat.
"This is gross," Jon whispered rather loudly, breaking the silence, lightening the mood of the
"Too tired... to move," Ryan groaned.
I squirmed and flailed my arms around, trying to figure out who was on whom. Ryan was on top of me,
Jon was on top of Ryan. I looked down. It figures; my head was resting upon Spencer's ass.
"Stop wiggling around, Brendon!" Spencer joked.
"Get your butt out of my face and I will," I said.
"Well you're the one who decided to lie there," Spencer then abruptly flung his butt out from under
me, causing me to crumble down, head first, into the couch. I gasped for air as Ryan tried to
balance himself, squashing my face deeper into the cushions. Suddenly, it felt as if God had just
lifted one hundred sixty-something pounds from off the top of me. I looked to the side and saw Jon
fall to the floor with a loud thud.
"Fuck!" Jon shouted as he rolled around on the carpeting.
Ryan continued to try and balance himself, but he was making things worse for Spencer and me. As we
all continued to scramble about on the couch, I could feel all three bottom cushions beginning to
slide out from under us.
"Aw, no, fuck this," I cried.
Just as I finished, the cushions had fully slipped off, resulting in Jon getting smothered by couch
cushions on top of him, Ryan flipping out onto the floor, followed by Spencer and I.
After Jon shook the cushions off of himself and the rest of us calmed down, we all lay sprawled out
on the floor breathing heavily.
"Well that didn't work," Jon broke the silence once again.
"All that work and now I don't even want to lay on the couch anymore," Ryan whined.
I looked at him lying there on the floor. A feeling of lust suddenly surged through my body, and I
did't (and still don't) know why. Well, he looked sexy. His breathing pattern, chest rising and
falling. His messed-up hair becoming more and more soaked by his sweat. I felt like I was longing to
see Ryan shirtless as he continued to be... just so damn sexy! Oh, how I wish I could
"Earth to Brendon...!" I heard his voice say. I shook the dirty thoughts from my mind. What the hell
was I thinking? Looking up, I saw his face.
I staggered up to my feet. "Sorry...," I apologized. "I was... daydreaming." That wasn't totally a
lie. I looked around the room. "Where are Jon and Spencer?" I asked.
"They went to go get coffee for us all," Ryan answered.
"Oh," I said.
"...What were you daydreaming about?"
"Nothing," I lied. He could never know the thoughts that were just going through my brain. I hoped
that they never returned.
I had placed the cushions back on the couch in their proper positions and sat down upon them,
leaning to the side to rest my body on the arm of the couch. Ryan had been foraging around for the
TV remote for the past seven minutes. When he finally found it, he stood in front of the television
flipping through the channels to find something to watch. "If you see something interesting, stop
me," he told me. The front of his body facing the television, he had his back turned to me.
Ryan had gone through all the channels two times over now and was getting frustrated. "What the
hell? All that seems to be on is just shit."
"Hand me the remote," I said, a smirk on my face.
Chucking the remote in my direction, Ryan sighed, "Be my guest."
I caught the device and flipped through about ten channels until SpongeBob's face appeared on the
television screen. "Good enough," I said, setting the remote down on the side table next to me.
Ryan laughed and agreed, repeating my words, "Good enough." He then sat down on the other side of
the couch from me, resting his body on the arm of the couch opposite of mine.
I looked over at him, that same feeling of lust coming over me once again. I squirmed uncomfortably
in my seat and Ryan noticed.
"Nothing," I answered immediately, lying again.
Ryan shrugged. "Okay."
It was silent for a moment. Well, silent between Ryan and I. SpongeBob was over there laughing it
up, annoying Squidward for the umpteenth time. I sighed heavily, gazing at Ryan once again. I
couldn't help myself... he just looked so perfect. By now I would have already been in and out of
the shower after our show, but because of Ryan I hadn't even thought about bathing until now. ...It
sure is taking Jon and Spencer a long time to fetch us coffee. Now is my chance. Hold the phone...
what the fuck am I thinking? I brought my hand up to my face, wiping off new sweat that had begun to
trickle over what had already dried.
I can't take this anymore. I have to make a move.
"Ryan...," I crooned out his name as I scooted closer to him on the couch.
"Brendon, what are you doing?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow at the same time.
"I don't really know," I answered in a whisper.
Ryan just stared at me, his brow still furrowed. Who knows what could be going through his mind
right now? Oh well, I don't care. I want him. I want him so much.
Finally I made it all the way over to the other side of the couch, sitting so close to him that our
hips were pressing together.
"Brendon, I don't know if" he began to speak, but I interrupted him.
"Shh..." I put my index finger to his lips and wrapped my arm around the back of his neck. I could
feel him shiver slightly, but he wasn't squirming away from me like I had expected. Maybe he was too
scared, or maybe he was enjoying it? I couldn't tell, but I smiled and ran my hand down from his
lips to his chest and fumbled with one of the buttons on his rose vest with my fingers. I brought my
face in closer to his and he turned away slightly, giving me access to his ear. I nibbled at the
edge of it, and then Ryan suddenly put his hand up and gently pushed my mouth away.
"Don't...," he muttered, "This isn't right."
"Nonsense," I said. Then I totally went for it. I planted a kiss on his lips and put my arms around
him bringing his body up against me, not letting go. He let out a slight moan.
I allowed him to pull his head away after about a full minute. "Wow," was all he managed to say. I
laughed and kissed him again, this time with some tongue action, and he just kept on letting me. He
was finally all mine.
We heard the door knob jangle around, and immediately returned to our original positions on the
couch. Jon and Spencer flew in with Star Bucks coffee in to-go cups.
"You guys have any fun without us?" Spencer asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
We knew he didn't mean it like that, but Ryan and I glanced at each other and smiled anyway. We
looked back at Spencer and Jon and nodded.
"Oh yes," I said.
Ryan and I will definitely be having fun again, I hope.
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