Fic: Boys (Spencer/Ryan, R)
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emmuzkaFic: Boys
Author: Emmuzka
Pairing:PATD, Spencer/Ryan
Raiting: R
Warnings: underage sexual exploration
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: The thought of other people seeing, other people knowing what he had done, made him vaguely uneasy, like the time when they had found this tattered pink magazine with naked ladies in it.
Some nights, Ryan ended petting himself. It was his "Good night"-thing; He'd used to scratch his itches before settling to sleep and at some point that morphed to petting and touching himself everywhere. It felt nice. He petted his penis or rubbed under there. Sometimes he took his undies off, turned to his stomach and rubbed his body against the sheets. Feeling the blanket against his bare bum, or if he was really bold, feeling just air, and spreading his legs a little, it felt really… something. He didn't know what is was, but he wanted to felt like that again.
Tonight, he had time and there was no fear that dad would come check on him. He hadn't done this for a while, and he wanted to make it as good as he could. Ryan licked his hand. That was the latest thing that he had noticed, that spit-wet hand made it better. He put his hand to his penis and started petting and rubbing. He felt it going plumber, so nice. But he wanted more, faster, firmer, something. He took a firmer grip and started to move his hand up and down. A rude gesture came to his mind, the one where you made a circle and moved your finger in it. The thought made him blush, but this was really nice. He tightened his grip even more and made it faster. His feet kicked and dug to the mattress on their own. He bit in his lip. Just a little more... And then, oh, wow, for a moment it felt so good, the best.
Afterwards, Ryan noticed that he had that sticky stuff in his hand. Yuck. Ryan had for some time woke up so that there were this stuff on his sheets, and somehow it felt really embarrassing. He ended pretending that it wasn't there, and either his dad didn't notice or he pretended not to notice when he washed their sheets. Maybe he should go to wash his hands? Nah, there was a roll of toilet paper in his night table left from his latest flu. He spat to the paper and used that to clean up the most. Then he settled to sleep. Tomorrow he would try it again.
The next Friday Ryan had a sleepover at Spencer's. It was the best kind, where he had given a permission for two nights straight, and Spencer's parents let them stay up on the first night as late as they wanted. Ryan was thrilled and anxious, waiting the chance to tell Spencer what he had learned.
The thought of other people seeing, other people knowing what he had done, made him vaguely uneasy, like the time when they had found this tattered pink magazine with naked ladies in it. But Spencer was different, special. When it came to things that he just knew should be private, Spencer didn't count.
They had done something like this (unable to gather what "this" really was) before, but not quite. They had tried to "talk about girls" like the older boys at school said they did, but girls were boring and icky. They had played doctor when they were really young, and one time strippers (like the lady down the street), taking their clothes off in Spencer's upstairs bathroom, but that had been pretty much it.
They laid together on the mattress set on the floor for Ryan. "Hey. You ever done the..."
Spencer looked at him, waiting for more.
"The thing?" Ryan made a hand gestures to make his message go through.
"Oh, that." Spencer blushed. "Maybe."
"All the way? Where it feels really good?" Ryan would be irked if Spencer had come to it with his own, and wouldn't have told him. Spencer was a year younger than him, but still somehow ahead of him. His hands were larger, and lately he had hairs growing there, sheesh. (Spencer had shown him.) Ryan didn't know if that was icky or not.
"I dunno. No?"
"I'll show you! It's great!"
"Um." Spencer looked undecided. Yes, Ryan felt it too. They both knew that they were doing something that Mr. and Mrs. Smith would definitely not be told about. "Okay."
The lights were off, but there was enough for them to just see. Ryan kicked the blanket off and licked his palm. "You hold it like that..." He did it like he had learned in the last couple of nights, but now it was even better, with Spencer just beside him.
After Ryan had come down from the really-feel-good -part, He dared to look Spencer again. Spencer had his hand on his penis, but he wasn't doing anything, just watching Ryan with wide eyes.
"Oh, let me-." Ryan reached Spencer and ended up petting his stomach, and wow. Ryan and Spencer had man-handled each other for years, and Ryan must have touched Spencer's stomach at some point, but not like this. It felt really good just to do that. Spencer hissed from the touch, and his stomach trembled, and was it because of Ryan? Just wow. Ryan did it again, just brushing Spencer's stomach and thighs, and then Spencer made a noise and shot the stuff from his penis.
"I said it was good." Ryan tried to sound really knowing, but the blushing ruined it.
"Yeah." Spencer looked at him, smirking. Ryan smiled back and went to pick their blanket to where it had been kicked. He kinda had wanted to touch it, touch Spencer's penis. Maybe the next night.
Author: Emmuzka
Pairing:PATD, Spencer/Ryan
Raiting: R
Warnings: underage sexual exploration
Disclaimer: Not true in any way.
Summary: The thought of other people seeing, other people knowing what he had done, made him vaguely uneasy, like the time when they had found this tattered pink magazine with naked ladies in it.
Some nights, Ryan ended petting himself. It was his "Good night"-thing; He'd used to scratch his itches before settling to sleep and at some point that morphed to petting and touching himself everywhere. It felt nice. He petted his penis or rubbed under there. Sometimes he took his undies off, turned to his stomach and rubbed his body against the sheets. Feeling the blanket against his bare bum, or if he was really bold, feeling just air, and spreading his legs a little, it felt really… something. He didn't know what is was, but he wanted to felt like that again.
Tonight, he had time and there was no fear that dad would come check on him. He hadn't done this for a while, and he wanted to make it as good as he could. Ryan licked his hand. That was the latest thing that he had noticed, that spit-wet hand made it better. He put his hand to his penis and started petting and rubbing. He felt it going plumber, so nice. But he wanted more, faster, firmer, something. He took a firmer grip and started to move his hand up and down. A rude gesture came to his mind, the one where you made a circle and moved your finger in it. The thought made him blush, but this was really nice. He tightened his grip even more and made it faster. His feet kicked and dug to the mattress on their own. He bit in his lip. Just a little more... And then, oh, wow, for a moment it felt so good, the best.
Afterwards, Ryan noticed that he had that sticky stuff in his hand. Yuck. Ryan had for some time woke up so that there were this stuff on his sheets, and somehow it felt really embarrassing. He ended pretending that it wasn't there, and either his dad didn't notice or he pretended not to notice when he washed their sheets. Maybe he should go to wash his hands? Nah, there was a roll of toilet paper in his night table left from his latest flu. He spat to the paper and used that to clean up the most. Then he settled to sleep. Tomorrow he would try it again.
The next Friday Ryan had a sleepover at Spencer's. It was the best kind, where he had given a permission for two nights straight, and Spencer's parents let them stay up on the first night as late as they wanted. Ryan was thrilled and anxious, waiting the chance to tell Spencer what he had learned.
The thought of other people seeing, other people knowing what he had done, made him vaguely uneasy, like the time when they had found this tattered pink magazine with naked ladies in it. But Spencer was different, special. When it came to things that he just knew should be private, Spencer didn't count.
They had done something like this (unable to gather what "this" really was) before, but not quite. They had tried to "talk about girls" like the older boys at school said they did, but girls were boring and icky. They had played doctor when they were really young, and one time strippers (like the lady down the street), taking their clothes off in Spencer's upstairs bathroom, but that had been pretty much it.
They laid together on the mattress set on the floor for Ryan. "Hey. You ever done the..."
Spencer looked at him, waiting for more.
"The thing?" Ryan made a hand gestures to make his message go through.
"Oh, that." Spencer blushed. "Maybe."
"All the way? Where it feels really good?" Ryan would be irked if Spencer had come to it with his own, and wouldn't have told him. Spencer was a year younger than him, but still somehow ahead of him. His hands were larger, and lately he had hairs growing there, sheesh. (Spencer had shown him.) Ryan didn't know if that was icky or not.
"I dunno. No?"
"I'll show you! It's great!"
"Um." Spencer looked undecided. Yes, Ryan felt it too. They both knew that they were doing something that Mr. and Mrs. Smith would definitely not be told about. "Okay."
The lights were off, but there was enough for them to just see. Ryan kicked the blanket off and licked his palm. "You hold it like that..." He did it like he had learned in the last couple of nights, but now it was even better, with Spencer just beside him.
After Ryan had come down from the really-feel-good -part, He dared to look Spencer again. Spencer had his hand on his penis, but he wasn't doing anything, just watching Ryan with wide eyes.
"Oh, let me-." Ryan reached Spencer and ended up petting his stomach, and wow. Ryan and Spencer had man-handled each other for years, and Ryan must have touched Spencer's stomach at some point, but not like this. It felt really good just to do that. Spencer hissed from the touch, and his stomach trembled, and was it because of Ryan? Just wow. Ryan did it again, just brushing Spencer's stomach and thighs, and then Spencer made a noise and shot the stuff from his penis.
"I said it was good." Ryan tried to sound really knowing, but the blushing ruined it.
"Yeah." Spencer looked at him, smirking. Ryan smiled back and went to pick their blanket to where it had been kicked. He kinda had wanted to touch it, touch Spencer's penis. Maybe the next night.
