Those Sounds Of Yours

Anyone sick of their family yet? Trying to get away from holiday stress cheer? ;P

So I had a couple of reviews on Return Ticket To Stockholm, specifically, these:

-I really really really wanna take a look inside Brennans head.

-i will try to curb my need for eternal love and soulmate bonds as i read this thought provoking dive into human psychology.

...which made me, uh, produce this little oneshot. As I said, I have several stories with these guys, and Brennan ends up getting his dubious paws on Ryo -to varying degrees- in all but one of them, so in that sense they really are my OTP, because they are hopelessly stuck on each other.

I hope this gives a good insight into Brennan's head, because even though this isn't set in the Stockholm universe, he's still basically the same person, just not as dangerous in this one. The point I'm trying to get across is that where Ryo is honest and straightforward, Brennan is incredibly private, but his silence doesn't mean he's not actually thinking about things.

Since this has nothing to do with the other story, I hope this won't be too confusing... but I'm only about halfway done with the next chapter, so it'll be a little while and you have time to forget this one. :D

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Those Sounds Of Yours

Ryo wasn't a morning person at all. Brennan knew that, but it amused him every time to watch the guy become more alive with every sip he took- and just now, the coffee intake had only just started and he was sharing the kitchen with some sort of zombie. A skinny zombie, wearing only sweatpants and the craziest -and blondest- mop of bed hair Brennan had ever seen on anyone, but dangerous nonetheless; if you crossed him now he would take your head off with one bite.



Still, he couldn't resist. He just had to mess with the guy.





"Black coffee and half a cinnamon roll? That's not breakfast."



"Fuck off."



"Can I at least convince you to eat three quarters of it?" It was kind of hard to keep a straight face.



"Are you my fucking mom or something?"



"Did you just ask me if I was fucking your mom?"



"No, you douche." The guy sat the mug down with a groan and hid his face in his hands. "My mom is dead."





Whoops. Foot-in-mouth moment, ahoy. As much as he loved fucking around with Ryo -and God, was it easy!-, Brennan didn't actually mean to offend him... and definitely not on Christmas. That was all he needed to do, ruin the weekend. Great.





The look on his face made the guy laugh- well, snort, but considering he was only about a quarter into his cup, that definitely counted. "It's been nearly twenty years, alright? I'm not going to cry."



"Well, that's a relief," he said, trying to hide the fact that it was. "I'm a little rusty in the holding-and-comforting department."



Another snort, but otherwise silence.





Sitting down on a chair across from him, Brennan looked at this new fancy of his and wondered where they stood. They'd never talked about it in the three months since they'd started going on dates -hook-ups that neither of them actually called dates- because, well, it just hadn't come up. There were clues, of course- the fact that Ryo had been pretty straightforward about his love life when they'd first met, and there was no mention of other people now. Or the fact that he had agreed to spend Christmas together.



So yes, they were less, or rather: more than casual... but just how un-casual they were was undefined. And maybe it didn't matter- maybe what mattered was that the guy was here and staying the whole weekend and once he was finished with his life-giving caffeine infusion he'd cheer up and they would have a good time together.



But on some level, Brennan thought he wanted to know.







"What?" the boy grouched, getting annoyed by his silent stare.



"You said you grew up with family, didn't you."



"Yeah. Related somehow."



"But you don't spend Christmas with them?"



"Nah." For a moment it seemed like that was that, but then Ryo sniffled and kept talking. "I normally sleep in and watch movies, and then I find someone to have dinner with."



"And fuck?" Dammit, he just couldn't stop doing that.



"I do have platonic friends, you know," the guy said to his coffee.





Brennan wanted all his friends to be platonic.





"So this might be a little last minute... but what do you want to do for Christmas?"



Ryo closed his eyes and groaned as he rubbed his forehead. "Do we have to do this right now?"



"Do what right now?"



"Talk."





Laughing a little, he moved to the chair next to Ryo's and pulled the skinny boy over on to his lap -he was as tall as Brennan, sure, but maybe half his weight-, and although the guy gave him a dirty look, he didn't really resist.





"No," he said against the other's throat, "no, I can think of other things."



"Any of them involve me drinking my coffee in peace?"



"Fuck, you're grouchy." Slipping one hand into the back of Ryo's sweatpants, he grazed the skin with what little fingernails he had.



Instead of a response, he had the coffee cup waved in his face.



"Seriously though. Do you want to go to my parent's Christmas party? Go to church or something?"



"What in the world would make you think I'm religious?"



"Well..." trailing his mouth along Ryo's jaw, he finally reached his ear- "...you do say 'oh, God' rather a lot."



Despite himself, the guy laughed. "Fuck's sake."



"My point exactly."





Wrapping both hands around the back of Ryo's neck, Brennan pulled him down for a kiss... a kiss that tasted of cinnamon and coffee and turned pretty damn suggestive before too long. The slim blond on his lap was usually up for getting frisky long before he felt like talking, Brennan knew, and he decided to make the most of it.



"You know," he said, breaking the kiss, "you're still tired, and it is only eleven-" and he pretended not to notice the scathing glare, "-so I'm thinking, we should go back to bed for a little while."















He managed to pull the sweatpants off Ryo before the guy had a chance to crawl under the covers, and stripped out of his own clothes before he joined him. Starting out this way was nice; it was more intimate than just cuddling and at the same time less mindless than the eventual sex- and Brennan enjoyed being naked, and feeling the boy's nakedness, while he still had enough wit about him to fully appreciate it.



And he got to feel Ryo grow hard against him, too... which was so much better skin on skin than when it was hidden by clothes.



Rolling on top of the guy, Brennan tangled his fingers into white-blond hair, pulled a little, pulled the guy's head back to trail his teeth over the pale throat stretched below him and then returned for another kiss that was hindered somewhat by the angle and all the more arousing for it. It was no secret that he had a bit of a dominant streak, but although Ryo could hardly be called submissive and usually refused to just be handled, Brennan felt he couldn't be luckier: the boy was straightforward and agressive, and even if that meant he didn't get his way, it made Brennan feel wanted. Delighted him with its need and eagerness.



And sometimes, just sometimes, he played Ryo's body just right and managed to break his resistance, made him abandon his principles for the sake of pleasure, and it both touched and aroused him to see the boy surrender and trust him like that.



Ultimately, he thought, moving his naked body against the bare skin below, there was no bad outcome: whether he won or lost the game, he always loved it.





Moving his head, Ryo tried to pull free from his fingers, to look at him head-on, but Brennan held on. He loved the boy's chin raised like that, his throat bared, half-lidded eyes watching him from under long, dark lashes- and who wouldn't? Who could get their hands on this pale thing with his dark eyes and not want to own him completely?





"We can go to your parents'," the guy said, closing his eyes, surrendering. "That's tonight, right?"



"At seven." As surprised as he was to see Ryo give in so easily, that thought had to take a back seat to the guy's words.





Another clue. Brennan couldn't pretend that spending Christmas Eve with someone's parents didn't mean something, but still- he also couldn't assume that it did. Yes, he wanted to bring him along, wanted to introduce him... but as what? Everything he could possibly say was either going to be overreaching or not enough or just plain crude.



But he did want to. He hadn't suggested it for nothing.





"...What?" the boy asked him for the second time that morning.



"Your eyes remind me of chocolate," he said. "But I can't decide whether it's the seventy per cent kind, or eighty-five."



"Eighty-five, clearly." Wiggling under him, Ryo seemed to be trying to get his attention back to less lyrical matters.





It wasn't that hard to forget your own thoughts when someone so willing, so eager, was sharing your bed and writhing under your hands and making little sounds like that. Oh, his noises...! Brennan had always had a thing for the aural side of sex, liked to listen to people's little pants and gasps and moans, to hear them turn more urgent and become groans and grunts- and this guy here... there was something in his voice when he moaned, something that occasionally shimmered through in everyday conversation too and drove Brennan crazy every time. And if -or when- he managed to keep Ryo teetering on the edge for long enough, the boy would make the softest little mewling sound that was enough to tip him over, too, if he let it.



Grabbing the bottle of lube from the night stand -half dismayed and half thrilled that it was nearly empty, again- Brennan pushed himself up to all fours and took in the sight of the naked boy sprawled out below, unusually calm and passive today, blinking up with dark, dark eyes that always seemed to be questioning him. Even now, as Ryo -in this oddly compliant mood of his- just spread his legs and looked on when Brennan reached down, his eyes seemed to hold questions... and the only way he knew to make them go away was to make those eyes close.



He didn't mess around, pushed two fingers in because he knew Ryo could handle it, and because he loved to hear the guy's breath hitch like that.





"Sssssssffffuck," the boy hissed, his eyes fluttering shut when Brennan's fingertips ghosted over his prostate, gently, teasingly, just firmly enough to promise more. "God."



"As I said," he grinned. "We can go to church, if you want."



"You," Ryo said through gritted teeth even as the ongoing teasing made him twitch, "are a pain in the ass."



Brennan looked down to where two of his fingers where buried to the knuckle inside the other's body, ever so slightly sliding back and forth and rewarded with a shudder for every move. "Not yet," he promised. "Not yet."





Kneeling over the boy as he was, watching his own fingers disappear into him, he added a third- not because it was necessary, but because it made the other choke on a moan like that, made him push back against Brennan's hand just like this. One of these days, he thought, he wanted to try if they could skip this part altogether, if Ryo could take him in without any sort of foreplay... not because he didn't like this, God, he did- he loved being able to coax all sorts of noises from the guy. But for some reason, the idea that he could just pull the boy's clothes off and take him turned him on beyond belief.



Fuck, just thinking about it had him ready to blow his load.



Ryo rocked his hips to rub his pitifully ignored cock against him when Brennan laid back down on top of him to reach for the drawer, stretching under him in a way that made him feel for one of the little plastic packages with renewed urge. Yes, he silently promised, give me two seconds. Just let me get this wretched thing on and I'll give you everything you ask for-

but when he found one and fished it out, a thin hand wrapped around his... and pushed it away.



Even as his cock twitched at the thought -and Ryo smiled as he felt it-, his heart jumped at the implications. Admittedly, he disliked condoms; as much as they always promised they'd be 'barely there' and 'as good as naked', that wasn't true- it felt different. Less, somehow. But to go without... that required trust- trust that they both were healthy, that there wasn't anyone else, that neither of them was messing around.



Trust that the skinny boy under him appeared to have.





"It seems to me that this is something we ought to talk about," Brennan said, making a conscious effort to keep his voice light.



"Talk, then," the guy replied with a little smirk. "You've been talking all morning, might as well keep going."





But now that it came to it... what to say? If he assumed too much, it would ruin the mood; if he assumed too little, likewise. Looking down at the slim face, serious and a little expectant, he knew what he wanted but not how to go about getting it. Hooking up with someone was easy, he had no problem being clear about wanting in someone's pants, so how was it that this part was so hard?





"I went and got tested," Ryo said softly. "And I know you did, months ago."



It was true, he had. He sometimes did. "How do you know I'm not seeing other people on the side?"



A dark eyebrow crept up, drawing his attention to the odd, intriguing contrast to the near-white hair falling across it. "Well, are you?"



"No."



The guy's lips pursed into a little told-you-so smile, smugly satisfied and yet too enticing to take offense to. "Me, either."



He was almost a little breathless; tried to hide it by burying his face in Ryo's neck and biting at the soft skin there -not hard enough to be painful, but definitely enough to sting a little- and was rewarded with a little hiss and the other body stretching against his, grinding, straining. Maybe the boy wasn't submissive, but he certainly didn't mind when things got a little rough... he gave as good as he took, too.

 



Nuzzling the indentations his teeth had left, Brennan finally decided to ask. "Are you trying to make this official?"



"Are you trying to stop me?"



"No." He leaned down to kiss the guy, harshly, demandingly. "...Not at all."



"No objections?"



"None."





The boy's kiss changed then, turned from foreplay to something both softer and more dominant, soulful and aggressive at the same time- surrendering to him while demanding that he do the same.



And he did.





"Give me that," Ryo finally whispered, pulling a condom from his fingers that he hadn't realized he still held.





He dropped the thing unceremoniously, this thin boy in his arms, and seemed to forget it had ever existed. Looking at him, Brennan felt his mouth get dry- fuck him bare, yes, he wanted that; he'd always wanted that. He just hadn't thought it would actually happen... and now it would.



When he reached down to slick himself Brennan gasped a little at his own touch, for the sheer reminder of what it meant, of why he was doing it.

Bare.





Ryo was still soft and compliant under his hands, but suddenly he didn't want that, not now, not for this. Not for the first time they did it officially. Strange how that changed everything, wasn't it? So instead of pinning the guy under his weight like he might have tried to, normally, Brennan sat up and tugged on him, pulled him up and onto his lap and wasn't happy until Ryo was straddling him and he had to look up at the boy.



Pulling the guy's head down Brennan pressed his mouth to soft lips that parted easily and let him in, and he could have sworn there was still the faintest hint of cinnamon on that tongue that prodded and teased his own.





"You do it," he breathed against the other's mouth.





With a soft and vaguely hazy smile, Ryo pulled himself up -smiled when Brennan positioned his cock and twitched at the touch of their bodies- and then slid down slowly, for no reason other than that he wanted to; maybe to watch Brennan's face as he bit his lip and closed his eyes and tried not to lose it. It was so different- amazing, really, considering how thin condoms were; but with one on you mostly got the tightness and the warmth, got to feel pressure and movement... when without, you had friction. Actual skin sliding on skin. So different... so good.



Sitting the way he was, Brennan couldn't do much in the way of thrusting and had to leave it all to Ryo who was moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, sliding and twisting and grinding his hips to find the best angle and then gasping and arching his back when he found it. It was torture to listen, to watch, to feel; to want more of everything and be unable to take care of it like he was used to... to watch the boy fuck himself on his cock.



Finally he gave in, reached up to grab Ryo's shoulders and brought him down hard, and even though he was aware that it made him moan, too, he only had ears for the boy. There it was, that mewling sound, right next to his ear- soft and quiet and utterly lost, and that was what put an end to his self-restraint.



"Hold on," he commanded, hoarse and breathless, and the second the guy had wrapped his arms and legs around him, he brought him down on his back.



All patience spent, Brennan pulled the Ryo's hips up and went slow just long enough to find an angle that made the boy's head roll back, made him jerk up with a soft cry- and then he just held on and fucked him, not worrying if he was getting a little rough- hell, if anything, that was going to be appreciated.



It was glorious to feel the friction of every little twitch and jerk; to hear the guy's increasingly erratic breathing turn into a constant stream of gasps and, yes, more mewling; to see his whole body arch while his hands clutched aimlessly at the sheets. For half a moment, Brennan wondered how it was even possible that he was still going; by rights he shouldn't have been able to last this long- sensations aside, the sights and sounds displayed in front of him could have been enough.



Just as he thought that, Ryo reached down to pull at his own cock with distracted, seemingly random movements, and Brennan watched breathlessly as he moved just enough to keep the boy going. He loved it when that happened- when he could get the guy to lose himself so much that he would just do what his body dictated, almost innocent in his mindlessness.



In the end he chased Ryo's hands away and took over, let him rock into his grip with every thrust of his, and then the guy came with a sound almost like a sob that ended it for Brennan, too.

















"We could just stay in bed," he suggested after a while and felt half tempted to do just that.



 The voice under him sounded content and vaguely sleepy in a way that oozed 'just had sex' all over the place. "Skip the party?"



"We'll just go next year." Pretending he wasn't leery about the answer, Brennan moved a little and thought if he stayed inside the guy any longer he'd get hard again and want to start all over.



"And next year you'll say the same, and I'll never meet your parents." The boy laughed, clenching around Brennan who had to suppress a surprised grunt.



"Are you going to be in my bed by next year?"



"Hell," Ryo said, shaking his head as though the answer should have been obvious. "As if you're going to let me be anywhere else."