Fic: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
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inkisrunningTitle: Fastest Runner, Highest Jumper
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end) ETA: More like R.
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 13
As the weeks wore on the scabs and bruises faded, erased like nothing ever happened. However, the memories could not be erased and forgotten. Jon wouldn't let himself forget.
He watched Ryan as he walked into the room. He was fresh out of the shower with nothing on, save for a white towel slung low on his hips. Ryan smiled at him, almost shyly, when he found his way to stand in front of him. Jon saw that the smile reached his eyes, it was beautiful, breath taking. He wondered how Ryan could be so... so Ryan Ross about everything he did.
Jon gently pulled Ryan closer so that he was standing between his legs.
Ryan stepped even closer but lost his footing as his legs came into contact with the bed Jon was sitting on. Jon caught him in his arms and fell backwards, pulling Ryan with him so that the younger man fell atop him.
Ryan laughed as he propped himself up. His hands at each side of Jon's head on the mattress. "I missed you, Jon Walker," Ryan whispered before placing a kiss on Jon's nose.
Jon smiled. "Dearest Ryan Ross, I never left."
"No, you didn't."
Jon wrapped his arms around Ryan, holding the slender man to his chest. They were aligned from knees to shoulders, as Jon's feet were still planted on the floor.
"Come here," Ryan said as he moved himself higher.
Jon got the hint and moved back, further onto the bed with Ryan. Their bodies bumped into each other as they settled to get into a more comfortable position. Jon stroked Ryan's back, loving the feel of his skin beneath his fingers. He quickly found the two dimples that rested just above Ryan's bottom and deepened the pressure of his wandering fingers.
"Mmmh," Ryan arched into his touch. "That feels good."
Jon smiled. It's been nearly three weeks since he was able to touch Ryan like this. He wanted to savor every single second, every single moan, every single touch, every single everything. He didn't want to forget being with Ryan. It nearly drove him mad when he wasn't able to touch, to feel Ryan when he wanted. There was even a frantic moment when he feared that he wouldn't be able to do this again. Of course, there relationship was more than sex, but it was something that Jon didn't think they'd ever stop doing, not until that terrible night that ruined everything.
Jon gasped when Ryan bit his shoulder and then shivered when the man licked the sting away a second later.
"What are you thinking about?" Ryan mumbled.
Jon tried to sort his thoughts. It was too complicated, his thoughts. He ran his hands through Ryan's hair that was still dripping with water. A droplet threatened to fall from his brow and Jon pressed a finger to it, gathering the liquid and ran it down past his temple and the curve of Ryan's cheek and across his jawline. Lucky water for being able to touch the entire expanse of Ryan's glorious skin, Jon thought. "I'm thinking about how much I want to take this offending towel off," Jon said, his eyes never leaving Ryan's.
Ryan smirked. "Sure, you can take it off but first you really must take this off." Ryan's hands fell to his jeans, already working on its fastenings. Once undone, Ryan took care to try and pull them off in one go. It didn't quite work when it caught on his hip.
Jon laughed as he lifted his hips so that Ryan could pull the rest of the material off. "That was smooth."
Ryan smiled. "No, this is smooth," Ryan said as he crawled back over onto Jon's body. He took a long, slender finger and pressed just the tip of it to Jon's chest. He then moved it down, slowly, over his sternum. When he reached his abdomen, Jon's breath hitched. "So smooth and what's this, a little resistance?" The pressure of Ryan's finger deepened slightly, mirroring his exploration from earlier when it ran down the thin line of hair that led downwards and disappeared into Jon's boxer briefs. Ryan's smile faded, but his eyes twinkled with glee when it came to a stop just above the hem. "Fuck, its been so long."
Jon watched his boyfriend quietly, not realizing he was holding his breath when Ryan's finger had stopped in its descent.
"How did I last for this long, Jon?"
Jon didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "Not sure, but you better hurry before you stop lasting." Jon cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. How could he be so insensitive at a time like this? They had been working up to this moment for weeks. Especially when they got the results that all was well with Ryan. That was two weeks ago. Ryan was the one who had initiated the conversation of wanting to be able to go back to how things were before the attack, which led to him pulling Jon to him and palming his cock through his jeans to emphasize his point. Jon couldn't help but agree. They were soon reduced to frantic touches, entangled limbs and heated words until Jon worked Ryan's pants off, but then everything shifted. Ryan was standing across the room, out of his reach so fast that Jon didn't even have the time to close his mouth after declaring how much he wanted Ryan. The words 'I want' lingered in the air for a moment before Ryan made a move, leaving the room after whispering 'I cant.'
Jon couldn't believe how he ruined the moment. "Ryan, I--"
Ryan put a finger to his mouth, silencing him.
Jon breathed through his nose, he tried to keep still while his mind raced on trying to find a way to fix the situation.
"I want you," Ryan whispered, as his thumb ran the skin of his bottom lip. Ryan then moved to pull down his briefs.
Jon moved minutely under Ryan, not wanting to do anything that might put an end to whatever Ryan was going to do.
Ryan met his eyes as he moved atop him, straddling his hips. He bit his lips as he took Jon's hand and put it onto the corner of the towel that he was wearing around his hips. "You still want to take it off?"
Jon nodded. He found himself nervous, more nervous than the first time they had had sex. He wasn't surprised that his hand trembled as he pulled the towel off, exposing all of Ryan to his eyes. Ryan shifted so that the towel could be completely removed and thrown over the side of the bed. He then sat back on Jon's hips. A small smile graced his lips before he licked it away and leaned down to kiss him. "Still want me?" He asked against his lips.
"How could I not?"
Ryan shrugged.
Jon bit his lip as he realized that everything must feel so different for Ryan right now. Jon wondered what it would be like in his situation. How he would probably swear sex off altogether had he been taken the way Ryan was. Jon glanced at Ryan's erection, both amazed and curious as to how Ryan could still be turned on at the prospect of sex.
Jon pulled Ryan into a hug and held him more tightly when the younger man buried his head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, and relaxed his body atop him.
"We don't have to do this."
"But I want to. I want you so much," Ryan said into his shoulder.
"Tell me what you're thinking about."
Ryan lifted his head to make eye contact. "I don't want to put thoughts into your head."
"Tell me anyway." Jon squeezed Ryan's hand.
"I--I was thinking that--I couldn't help but think that I would feel different. To you--that I would feel different, you know, inside?" Ryan closed his eyes. "It's stupid, really."
"Not stupid," Jon said quickly, his hand cupping Ryan's cheek. He waited until Ryan opened his eyes again. "We'll take it slow."
"Not like our first time then?" Ryan asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
Jon cringed and laughed. Now that's a memory he would love to forget. "Let's hope that we'll never have a repeat performance of that special night."
It was Ryan's turn to laugh. "Yeah, never again. But yeah, it was special. I mean, it says a lot about us that we wanted to try a second time, right?"
Jon smiled. "Yeah, yeah it does say a lot about us."
Ryan shifted again, moving off of him for a moment to turn off the bedside light.
Jon then moved onto his side of the bed and waited for Ryan to settle into his side.
"I love you," Ryan said and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jon's mouth before he rested his head atop his chest. Jon put an arm around Ryan and pulled a cover over them both. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Ryan's head.
"I love you," Jon whispered before he closed his eyes. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was how he imagined this night to go a number of different ways, and even if this wasn't one of the ways he had imagined, he was glad that it happened nonetheless. They were closer, more now than ever. And for that, Jon was completely satisfied.
Fin!
A/N: Okay, so this last part didn't go as planned, less smut than I had imagined when I started this thing. It's not NC-17 at all. And I must say, I was pretty disappointed after re-reading my last few parts. I changed some bits XD On another note, I have a companion fic in the works for this. It is an epilogue (of sorts). So, stay tuned! (I'm writing it as I realized that this is ending in 13 parts and I can't have that lol)
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
Rating: NC-17 (towards the end) ETA: More like R.
Warnings: Mentions of rape. Unbeta'd. Written on a bad day.
Summary: Don't hate.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. The plot came out of my head. This is not real.
A/N: 1) Title comes from something Ryan once said. 2) Ryan and Jon's tweets are real. The replies are NOT real. There are similar tweets out there that I'm sure Ryan and Jon (and all the rest) are NOT oblivious to. If my NOT real replies are in fact, real, it is a coincidence. I worked the replies into the fic to make a point for the storyline, you gets? And I feel I must say that I do not mean any harm or wish to express hate. 3) Story was born from this comment.
Part 13
As the weeks wore on the scabs and bruises faded, erased like nothing ever happened. However, the memories could not be erased and forgotten. Jon wouldn't let himself forget.
He watched Ryan as he walked into the room. He was fresh out of the shower with nothing on, save for a white towel slung low on his hips. Ryan smiled at him, almost shyly, when he found his way to stand in front of him. Jon saw that the smile reached his eyes, it was beautiful, breath taking. He wondered how Ryan could be so... so Ryan Ross about everything he did.
Jon gently pulled Ryan closer so that he was standing between his legs.
Ryan stepped even closer but lost his footing as his legs came into contact with the bed Jon was sitting on. Jon caught him in his arms and fell backwards, pulling Ryan with him so that the younger man fell atop him.
Ryan laughed as he propped himself up. His hands at each side of Jon's head on the mattress. "I missed you, Jon Walker," Ryan whispered before placing a kiss on Jon's nose.
Jon smiled. "Dearest Ryan Ross, I never left."
"No, you didn't."
Jon wrapped his arms around Ryan, holding the slender man to his chest. They were aligned from knees to shoulders, as Jon's feet were still planted on the floor.
"Come here," Ryan said as he moved himself higher.
Jon got the hint and moved back, further onto the bed with Ryan. Their bodies bumped into each other as they settled to get into a more comfortable position. Jon stroked Ryan's back, loving the feel of his skin beneath his fingers. He quickly found the two dimples that rested just above Ryan's bottom and deepened the pressure of his wandering fingers.
"Mmmh," Ryan arched into his touch. "That feels good."
Jon smiled. It's been nearly three weeks since he was able to touch Ryan like this. He wanted to savor every single second, every single moan, every single touch, every single everything. He didn't want to forget being with Ryan. It nearly drove him mad when he wasn't able to touch, to feel Ryan when he wanted. There was even a frantic moment when he feared that he wouldn't be able to do this again. Of course, there relationship was more than sex, but it was something that Jon didn't think they'd ever stop doing, not until that terrible night that ruined everything.
Jon gasped when Ryan bit his shoulder and then shivered when the man licked the sting away a second later.
"What are you thinking about?" Ryan mumbled.
Jon tried to sort his thoughts. It was too complicated, his thoughts. He ran his hands through Ryan's hair that was still dripping with water. A droplet threatened to fall from his brow and Jon pressed a finger to it, gathering the liquid and ran it down past his temple and the curve of Ryan's cheek and across his jawline. Lucky water for being able to touch the entire expanse of Ryan's glorious skin, Jon thought. "I'm thinking about how much I want to take this offending towel off," Jon said, his eyes never leaving Ryan's.
Ryan smirked. "Sure, you can take it off but first you really must take this off." Ryan's hands fell to his jeans, already working on its fastenings. Once undone, Ryan took care to try and pull them off in one go. It didn't quite work when it caught on his hip.
Jon laughed as he lifted his hips so that Ryan could pull the rest of the material off. "That was smooth."
Ryan smiled. "No, this is smooth," Ryan said as he crawled back over onto Jon's body. He took a long, slender finger and pressed just the tip of it to Jon's chest. He then moved it down, slowly, over his sternum. When he reached his abdomen, Jon's breath hitched. "So smooth and what's this, a little resistance?" The pressure of Ryan's finger deepened slightly, mirroring his exploration from earlier when it ran down the thin line of hair that led downwards and disappeared into Jon's boxer briefs. Ryan's smile faded, but his eyes twinkled with glee when it came to a stop just above the hem. "Fuck, its been so long."
Jon watched his boyfriend quietly, not realizing he was holding his breath when Ryan's finger had stopped in its descent.
"How did I last for this long, Jon?"
Jon didn't know what to say, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "Not sure, but you better hurry before you stop lasting." Jon cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. How could he be so insensitive at a time like this? They had been working up to this moment for weeks. Especially when they got the results that all was well with Ryan. That was two weeks ago. Ryan was the one who had initiated the conversation of wanting to be able to go back to how things were before the attack, which led to him pulling Jon to him and palming his cock through his jeans to emphasize his point. Jon couldn't help but agree. They were soon reduced to frantic touches, entangled limbs and heated words until Jon worked Ryan's pants off, but then everything shifted. Ryan was standing across the room, out of his reach so fast that Jon didn't even have the time to close his mouth after declaring how much he wanted Ryan. The words 'I want' lingered in the air for a moment before Ryan made a move, leaving the room after whispering 'I cant.'
Jon couldn't believe how he ruined the moment. "Ryan, I--"
Ryan put a finger to his mouth, silencing him.
Jon breathed through his nose, he tried to keep still while his mind raced on trying to find a way to fix the situation.
"I want you," Ryan whispered, as his thumb ran the skin of his bottom lip. Ryan then moved to pull down his briefs.
Jon moved minutely under Ryan, not wanting to do anything that might put an end to whatever Ryan was going to do.
Ryan met his eyes as he moved atop him, straddling his hips. He bit his lips as he took Jon's hand and put it onto the corner of the towel that he was wearing around his hips. "You still want to take it off?"
Jon nodded. He found himself nervous, more nervous than the first time they had had sex. He wasn't surprised that his hand trembled as he pulled the towel off, exposing all of Ryan to his eyes. Ryan shifted so that the towel could be completely removed and thrown over the side of the bed. He then sat back on Jon's hips. A small smile graced his lips before he licked it away and leaned down to kiss him. "Still want me?" He asked against his lips.
"How could I not?"
Ryan shrugged.
Jon bit his lip as he realized that everything must feel so different for Ryan right now. Jon wondered what it would be like in his situation. How he would probably swear sex off altogether had he been taken the way Ryan was. Jon glanced at Ryan's erection, both amazed and curious as to how Ryan could still be turned on at the prospect of sex.
Jon pulled Ryan into a hug and held him more tightly when the younger man buried his head into the crook of his neck and shoulder, and relaxed his body atop him.
"We don't have to do this."
"But I want to. I want you so much," Ryan said into his shoulder.
"Tell me what you're thinking about."
Ryan lifted his head to make eye contact. "I don't want to put thoughts into your head."
"Tell me anyway." Jon squeezed Ryan's hand.
"I--I was thinking that--I couldn't help but think that I would feel different. To you--that I would feel different, you know, inside?" Ryan closed his eyes. "It's stupid, really."
"Not stupid," Jon said quickly, his hand cupping Ryan's cheek. He waited until Ryan opened his eyes again. "We'll take it slow."
"Not like our first time then?" Ryan asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
Jon cringed and laughed. Now that's a memory he would love to forget. "Let's hope that we'll never have a repeat performance of that special night."
It was Ryan's turn to laugh. "Yeah, never again. But yeah, it was special. I mean, it says a lot about us that we wanted to try a second time, right?"
Jon smiled. "Yeah, yeah it does say a lot about us."
Ryan shifted again, moving off of him for a moment to turn off the bedside light.
Jon then moved onto his side of the bed and waited for Ryan to settle into his side.
"I love you," Ryan said and pressed a kiss to the corner of Jon's mouth before he rested his head atop his chest. Jon put an arm around Ryan and pulled a cover over them both. He pressed a kiss to the crown of Ryan's head.
"I love you," Jon whispered before he closed his eyes. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was how he imagined this night to go a number of different ways, and even if this wasn't one of the ways he had imagined, he was glad that it happened nonetheless. They were closer, more now than ever. And for that, Jon was completely satisfied.
Fin!
A/N: Okay, so this last part didn't go as planned, less smut than I had imagined when I started this thing. It's not NC-17 at all. And I must say, I was pretty disappointed after re-reading my last few parts. I changed some bits XD On another note, I have a companion fic in the works for this. It is an epilogue (of sorts). So, stay tuned! (I'm writing it as I realized that this is ending in 13 parts and I can't have that lol)
