Stung

I should be writing the last few chapters of Slow Motion but instead I'm doing this. I promise more Slow Motion soon. Please enjoy though! Constructive crit is welcomed.


Spencer was sleeping. It was a nice warm day out, the perfect kind that made everything warm and hazy and content. He was boneless and peaceful and so, so comfortable when suddenly he was awoken by a small tickle against his leg.

Spencer mumbles into his pillows and rolls his leg, thinking it's just the sheet tickling softly against his thigh. The tickling goes away only to be replaced by a sharp persistent pain. It's shocking and it fucking hurts so Spencer kinda wakes up and grinds his leg down against the bed trying to ease whatever was causing the pain.

Spencer hears a telltale buzzing sound and Spencer maybe sort of falls out of bed and races to the bedroom door, his thigh throbbing in pain.

"Ow, fuck! Fuck! Ryan!" Spencer called out, stumbling blindly and bleary eyed through the house.

"What?" Spencer hears Ryan's slow drawling voice call out from the living room and Spencer stumbles his way to his best friend. Ryan's sitting at the desk with his laptop open, playing on twitter as usual. He gives Spencer a surveying look. "What's wrong with you?"

"Ow, something, fuck, something bit me or stung me or something." Spencer says, he had been just sleeping in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers and he looks down to see a bright red mark on his inner thigh, much too close to his dick to be comfortable. Ryan stares at him for a good long moment, blank brown eyes and just the tiniest quirk of a smile.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it fucking hurts Ryan!" Spencer is not overreacting, it's been a long time since something stung him but man, this is an intense kind of burning and he wonders if he ever found out if he was allergic to bees. Ryan rolls his eyes briefly and he gets up from the desk before he heads into the bathroom and returns moments later with a little packet of something.

Ryan gets back in his seat facing Spencer, he rips open the packet and Spencer feels a shocking cool wetness against his thigh where Ryan's pressing the bug bite medication. Ryan lifts his head and peers up at Spencer.

"Feel better?" He asks, a small smile playing across his mouth. Spencer nods and Ryan removes his fingers, leaning in close and blowing against the breath, his warm breath turning cold against Spencer's skin. The younger boy is maybe enjoying the sight of Ryan's head and hands close to his crotch area a little too much so he clears his throat and Ryan looks up at him again before he smiles and stands.

"There, all patched up." Ryan says, his hand coming to rest on Spencer's shoulder turning him with ease and pushing him back towards his bedroom. Spencer stops causing Ryan to bump into him. "What's wrong?" Ryan asks, his hands smoothing over Spencer's shoulders as he looks at the younger boy.

"Whatever bit me is still in there." He says and yes, he sounds stupid and childish, god, he sounds like Brendon but he doesn't want to get bit again. Spencer feels Ryan exhale, warm breath brushing against the back of his neck and the younger boy has to suppress a shiver.

Ryan slips past him and goes into his room to catch whatever had bit Spencer. Ryan Ross is a hero like that sometimes. Spencer waits in the laundry room while Ryan goes through his room, throwing back his sheet and comforter and moving his pillow to find the offending insect. The younger boy leans against the washing machine and rubs his fingers against the now red splotch on his pale skin.

Ryan comes sweeping out of the room and passes by Spencer instead moving to the little closet next to the backdoor where he gets the broom out. He throws a long finger up in Spencer's direction as he re-enters the room.

"Got it Spence." Ryan calls and he reemerges with a big ass monster bee on the end of the broom he's holding. Spencer backs up to a safe distance as Ryan and bee pass him by and he gets the thing out the back door. "Problem solved." He states as she slides the broom back into place and comes back up to stand next to Spencer. "You're welcome." He teases, his hand coming out to squeeze at Spencer's shoulder.

"Oh yes, you're my hero, Ryan Ross." Spencer teases, his hands coming up under his chin as he bats his lashes at Ryan. The older of the two boy's snorts and again his hands find Spencer's solid body and he's pushing slightly, leading the younger boy into his bedroom.

"Of course I am." Now its Spencer's turn to snort.

"Aren't bees supposed to die after they sting someone?" Spencer asks idly because really, he could've sworn it was true. Ryan keeps pushing, gentle, just getting Spencer wherever it is he wants him and apparently that's in Spencer's bed.

The younger boy lowers himself down on the bed and he's not at all surprised when Ryan joins him. It's not like they've never shared a bed before because nothing could be further from the truth and it's not like they've never been this close before, with Ryan practically stretched and laying all along and on top of Spencer's body.

"I'm sadly not well versed in the life of bees." Ryan replies, his breath is hot against Spencer's jaw and his hands twine into the younger boy's dark hair, long fingers scritching against Spencer's scalp. It's a weakness Spencer has, Ryan's touch, Ryan's fingers, the older boy grabbing him up, holding him down, pulling and tugging and owning.

Ryan knows this fact and he uses it to his advantage as much as he can. "Are you still tired?" Ryan whispers against his neck and yes, Spencer is definitely feeling the quick warm press of tongue against his neck.

Spencer had been tired, had been planning on sleeping a good portion of the afternoon away lost in that warm haze. But that idea is all but vanished as he feels Ryan writhing against him, grinding, petting him. "Not anymore." The other boy replies and Ryan smirks, his large hands cupping Spencer's face, tilting, searching and finding the perfect angle to get at his mouth. It's wet and hot and oh god, so fucking perfect with the combination of Ryan's hands on him, spindly fingers pressing into his jaw.

Ryan licks his way into Spencer's mouth, searing and possessive. His hands move, slide down Spencer's neck, across his t-shirt covered chest and down to the waistband of his boxers. Ryan breaks the kiss but doesn't bother moving away, his face mere inches from Spencer's, the two of them so close that Spencer's vision is beginning to blur.

"I want your shirt off." Ryan whispers against Spencer's jaw and the younger boy nods dumbly, his body sluggish. He moves for the first time since Ryan had pressed him down into the mattress. His best friend moves back, slightly rough hands moving to Spencer's knees and pushing them apart, not forcefully but still with an edge of roughness. Ryan settles himself between Spencer's splayed legs and he waits, watching with deep dark eyes, drinking in Spencer's movements.

Spencer sits up and tugs his own t-shirt off, not slow or teasing because that isn't what Ryan wants maybe another time but not right now. Right now all Ryan wants is to get the other boy naked and that's well on the way to happening. Spencer's shirtless and Ryan's eyes widen before they narrow once again and Spencer may have a weakness for Ryan but the older boy most certainly has those same weaknesses for Spencer.

"Lay back down." Ryan's voice is easy, breathless and Spencer obeys immediately, lowering himself back down to the soft mattress. Ryan, who is dressed casually for once, doesn't bother to get naked so at least Spencer can deduct that he's not getting fucked right now. His stomach tingles with anticipation, this isn't the first time with Ryan and it sure as hell won't be the last but each time the anticipation always rises because Spencer is just that anxious, desperate for Ryan to just fucking touch him.

Ryan pushes up close between Spencer's legs, the rough denim scraping against the smooth skin of Spencer's thighs. Ryan's hands smooth down the other boy's chest, tracing light paths against familiar skin. Spencer exhales deeply, content with the soft touches. Ryan's hands drop lower, skating over the material of Spencer's boxers and then he's cupping the other boy through his boxers, the thin material doing little to reduce the heat from the older boy's persistent hand. The younger boy moans out, loud in the quiet bedroom and Ryan laughs just a little, letting his palm drag against the outline of Spencer's achingly hard dick.

Ryan bends himself so his face his near Spencer's covered cock and his fingers slide up, dipping into the waistband of Spencer's boxers and playing there. The older of the two boy's ducks his head mouth open and the next thing Spencer feels is the hot damp slide of Ryan's tongue over the thin layer of boxers, sending sparks of pleasure up Spencer's spine. The younger boy's fingers twitch, digging into the bedsheets. He doesn't want to touch yet, not yet, he wants to wait, wait until Ryan isn't expecting it. The flat of Ryan's tongue slides up Spencer's covered length and his hips push up, desperate for more, for anything Ryan will give him. Finally, Ryan tugs Spencer's boxer's down the other boy lifting his hips making it all too easy for Ryan to get him naked.

"That's my boy." Ryan praises and Spencer rolls his eyes but any comeback he had dies on his tounge as Ryan wraps a firm hand around the base of his cock and pumps. It's hot and a little too dry but fuck, it's Ryan and that's good enough for him. Ryan pumps him slowly, teasingly, long fingers curled perfectly around hard flesh. Spencer grunts and is about to ask if Ryan can wet him just a little but before he can Ryan releases his cock and drags his pink tongue along his palm before he flashes a smile at Spencer and wraps his hand back around the younger boy's cock. "Better?"

"Oh, fuck, yes." Spencer drags the words out in a moan and Ryan gives that little laugh again, speeding his hand up and twisting at the head. Spencer's hips buck up, thrusting himself into Ryan's tight grip. Ryan drags his hand back down to the base and he gives a firm squeeze, Spencer gasps and that small sound turns into a mewling noise as Ryan's tongue slides over the leaking head of Spencer's cock. If there was one thing Spencer enjoyed as much as Ryan's fingers it would be Ryan's mouth.

"Ah, Ry,"

"Yeah? What do you want Spence? Tell me."

"Fuck," Spencer's mind is flashing and endless stream of possiblities, of what he wants and what Ryan will give to him. "Anything, everything, please, Ryan, please." Ryan releases a shaky breath and lowers back down, dropping his mouth over the thick head of Spencer's cock. The younger boy works to keep his hips in place, to let Ryan control the pace, there's so many times in their lives where Spencer has the control between them that the least he can do is fork over that control in the bedroom. Ryan sucks at the head of Spencer's cock while squeezing at the base of his cock and god, Spencer is just basking in the pleasure in the perfection that is Ryan.

The older boy pulls off completely and Spencer groans. "Gimmie a sec, Spence." Ryan's voice sounds rough already and that sends shivers down through Spencer's body. Ryan brings his mouth back to Spencer's leaking cock but he doesn't go back to sucking, no, instead he licks along the underside, wetting the entire length at a slow, mind numbing pace. Spencer can wait though, he can because this means that he's getting a full on blow job here and with any luck Ryan will deepthroat him, something that took a long while and a few painful experiences on Spencer's part, to get right.

Sure enough once Spencer is wet enough Ryan closes his mouth back over the head, his lips red and stretched and fuck, so, so hot.

He drops lower, smooth movements and Spencer can only moan out Ryan's name, broken by the intense pleasure of Ryan swallowing him down. Ryan's free hand moves to Spencer's thigh and he grips, nails digging into the pale skin but Spencer doesn't care. The younger of the two boys raises his hand up and rests it heavily on the back of Ryan's head, fingers threading through soft brown messy locks.

Ryan purrs at the touch, loves to be touched when he sucks Spencer off. Ryan lifts his gaze to Spencer's face, deep dark eyes burning with lust and want. Spencer keeps his gaze locked with Ryan's and his fingers tighten in the older boy's hair, not pushing or pulling just letting Ryan guide himself down Spencer's length.

Ryan takes more and more until his hand is gone from the base of Spencer's cock only to be replaced by his mouth. It's harder now for Spencer to keep his hips still and let Ryan bob up and down his length but his hand locked in Ryan's hair is enough to keep him still, the sight of Ryan rising and falling, mouth so wet and red, it's more than enough to get Spencer off soon.

Ryan's free hand comes up and suddenly there are two of Ryan's fingers getting pushed into his mouth alongside Spencer's throbbing cock, Ryan getting them nice and wet and Spencer is not stupid, he knows what Ryan's getting ready to do.

The older boy removes his fingers and they slide easily down to Spencer's enterance and he can feel the teasing brushes of rough wet pads of fingers. Spencer bites back a groan and his hips raise a little, pushing himself deeper into Ryan's mouth. His body is lost, he doesn't know if he wants to push up into Ryan's mouth or down onto his awaitng fingers.

Ryan solves the problem for him by pushing in a long slender digit. Spencer moans low and rumbling in his chest and Ryan just hums around his cock and curls his finger, searching for that spot that will make Spencer come apart. Spencer then feels the press of Ryan's second finger, a little sooner than he's used to but Ryan sucks him down harder to distract Spencer from the insistant pressure of his second finger pressing inside him, stretching him.

Ryan pulls off of Spencer all the way as his fingers slide in as deep as they can go. "You like it Spence? Tell me." Ryan says, his voice low and rough and this time Spencer knows it's from his cock being shoved down Ryan's throat. Spencer's writhing now because Ryan is being relentless, fucking him with those long glorious fingers. Spencer's chest is heaving his mind blurred and he just want's everything so badly.

"Yes, please, so good Ry, so good." He might be babbling but the pleasure is only building up more and more and he needs to come, god, he needs to come, perferably in Ryan's mouth but he's not picky. Ryan's fingers curl and find that sought after spot, making Spencer buck up and the older boy leans back down and takes Spencer in his mouth once again. The double stimulus is making Spencer's head spin, his vision blacking out and his fingers clutch and Ryan, his shoulder, his hair, any part of him he can find.

Ryan's deepthroating him now, taking him down as far as he can manage while his fingers fuck in and out of him and that's it, that's all Spencer can take. His hips buck up and he see's starts as he comes right down Ryan's throat. Spencer slumps boneless into the mattress breathing heavily. Ryan pulls off of Spencer and removes his fingers from the boy's body.

"God, Spence, you're so fucking beautiful." Spencer hears Ryan groan out. He can hear the pull of Ryan's zipper coming down and he feels the thin boy press against him, on top of him once again. Ryan's got one hand on Spencer's face, gripping his jaw as he kisses the younger boy, forcing the taste of Spencer back into his own mouth.

Spencer kisses back without hesistation and now he can feel Ryan rubbing himself off against Spencer's hip, moving closer and closer to his own orgasm. Ryan is ravishing Spencer's mouth, biting and licking with feverish need.

Their kiss breaks so Ryan can moan brokenly against Spencer's jaw. Spencer runs his fingers through Ryan's hair, whispering to him. "Please, please come Ryan, come for me." Ryan pulls back a bit, locks eyes with Spencer as he groans and comes and Spencer can feel the wet sticky hit of Ryan's come against his skin.

Ryan collaspes on top of Spencer but he weighes next to nothing so it's not much of a bother. Ryan hums happily against Spencer's skin as the younger boy rubs at his back.

"Now I need a shower." Spencer mumbles against Ryan's shoulder. The thin boy props himself up a little and smiles.

"Yeah, but does your bee sting still hurt?"