Title: Breathe In, Breathe In
Author: Katie/![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: third person
Summary: Ryan's always had a thing for suffocation.
WARNING: breath play/scarfing, some BDSM
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Author Notes: I meant to post this last night, but homework kind of ate my night. Part of my kink/fetish series. Suggestions in replies or sheismystory@yahoo.com.
Really, Ryan has had quite a few embarrassing moments in his life; more than a few of those involve masturbation. This isn’t that surprising; after all, he’s still young. Many of Ryan’s close friends, and a couple not-so-close ones, have walked in on Ryan in a rather compromising position. The first couple of times this happened, Ryan had been so embarrassed he didn’t leave his room for about nine hours. After about the seventh time, however, he would throw something (usually a shoe or empty water bottle, but there was an unfortunate incident with a lamp) at the intruder and get back to the task at hand.
While Brendon has been involved in his fair share of these incidents, and Spencer has walked in on Ryan so many times he’s lost count, Jon had been mercifully spared until one fateful fall afternoon. Spencer had taken a hyperactive Brendon to the park and Jon had been left to his own devices, which really weren’t that entertaining. In fact, they were rather boring. So after he had eaten half a box of cookies, attempted to watch a mindless reality show, and given up on reading the book his sister had given him for his birthday, he wandered off to look for Ryan.
Ryan had meanwhile set himself up for a pleasant afternoon of jerking off, situating himself in bed with a box of Kleenex close by and a bottle of lotion easily in reach. Chief in importance was the object that had prompted this session of masturbation: a brown and gray striped scarf belonging to Mr. Jon Walker. Well, it had belonged to Jon Walker until Ryan had snatched it out of the laundry earlier that day.
It was really no secret that Ryan liked having things around his neck: ties, scarves, anything really, as long as it gave him that wonderful sense of constriction across his windpipe. He loved to feel the scratchy, difficult feeling that breathing became as the fabric of a scarf or tie tightened around his throat. He delighted in the light headedness that came from the lack of oxygen. And nothing felt better than coming hard, fighting for air against the fabric wrapped tightly around his neck.
Ryan began by stripping off his clothes, because orgasms were always better when you were completely naked. He then proceeded to run his hands up and down his torso, making himself as hard as he could without touching his dick. He stopped to rub roughly at his nipples, squeezing them until his fingernails bit painfully into the sensitive flesh. He took Jon’s scarf and buried his nose in it, breathing in Jon’s distinctive scent, and wrapped the soft, scratchy material around his neck, creating a loop so he could tighten the scarf at will.
He squirted some lotion onto his hand and moved it down to massage it into his dick, rubbing up and down as lightly as he could. His other hand fisted in the scarf around his neck, pulling it just a littler tighter around his neck. He began to move the hand on his dick faster, starting to gain a rhythm when he was quite rudely interrupted.
Someone knocked loudly on the door and barged in without waiting for an answer. Ryan groped blindly for the sheets at the end of his bed, but wasn’t nearly fast enough. He was left stretched out, naked and hard, with Jon’s scarf tied around his neck and, out of all the people who could have walked in on him, Jon fucking Walker staring down at him.
“…Isn’t that my scarf?” Jon asked finally, swallowing as he surveyed the odd sight before him.
“Maybe,” Ryan replied, feigning indifference.
“What are you doing with it?” Jon’s pants were growing rather inexplicably tight as he watched Ryan’s hand resting on his hip, right next to his bare, and still quite hard, dick.
“Choking myself.” Ryan had long ago learned that it was better to just tell with truth.
“Oh, okay—wait, what?”
“It gets me off.”
“Does it?” Jon was surprised to find himself moving slowly towards Ryan’s naked form, unbuckling his belt as he went. “But why mine?”
Ryan was silent. Jon began to slip out of his jeans.
“You get off pulling that scarf tight around your neck so you can’t breathe? Think you’d like it even better if I was slamming into you and pulling it myself, controlling just how much you can breathe?”
Ryan gasped and flushed, hand moving to his dick.
“No!” Jon slapped Ryan’s hand away and pulled of his shirt, leaving him naked and hard. “I’m in charge now. Hand me that lotion.” Ryan complied and watched with wide eyes as Jon squirted some onto his fingers and pushed two roughly into Ryan’s ass. Ryan made small mewling sounds as Jon’s fingers moved in and out of him.
“Be quiet, or will I have to take one end of that scarf and stuff it in your mouth so you can’t make any sound if you want to?” Ryan instantly fell silent.
Jon spread the little bit of lotion remaining on his hand onto his dick and lined up against Ryan, pushing inside forcefully.
“You’re pretty tight…Didn’t stretch you that well, did I?” Jon’s grin was feral and Ryan’s eyes were shiny with held back tears as Jon filled him. Jon reached one had up and seized the ends of the scarf and pulled them tighter. Ryan gasped a little and attempted to cough.
Jon began to thrust, Ryan’s body jerking as he hit Ryan’s prostate. He tightened the scarf with every thrust, until Ryan’s breathing shallow and barely audible. Ryan’s eyes were beginning to roll back in his head and the skin on his neck around the scarf was red from the rough slide of the fabric over the gentle skin. Jon wrapped the scarf around his wrist and tugged it hard, tightening it as much as he could. He reached a hand down and ran one fingertip down Ryan’s dick, but that was all it took for Ryan to come, body jerking and mouth gasping for breaths he couldn’t take.
Ryan collapsed limply onto the bed and Jon removed his hands from the scarf and grabbed Ryan’s hips, holding him steady as he pounded into him, coming hard in only a few thrusts. He collapsed onto Ryan’s chest, which was still heaving. He reached up one hand and worked his fingers under the scarf tight around Ryan’s neck, loosening it so Ryan could breathe.
Jon pressed a kiss to Ryan’s chest and pushed himself up, running a hand through his hair and searching the floor for his clothes. He was dressed quickly and heading back towards the door.
“Wait,” Ryan gasped, voice raw and harsh, “don’t you want your scarf back?”
“No,” Jon smiled slyly, “you can keep it.”
And he was gone, leaving Ryan with only the rough burns on his neck from the scarf and the damp feeling of Jon’s come inside him to assure him the whole thing had been real.
Author: Katie/
favorite_songRating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: third person
Summary: Ryan's always had a thing for suffocation.
WARNING: breath play/scarfing, some BDSM
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Author Notes: I meant to post this last night, but homework kind of ate my night. Part of my kink/fetish series. Suggestions in replies or sheismystory@yahoo.com.
Really, Ryan has had quite a few embarrassing moments in his life; more than a few of those involve masturbation. This isn’t that surprising; after all, he’s still young. Many of Ryan’s close friends, and a couple not-so-close ones, have walked in on Ryan in a rather compromising position. The first couple of times this happened, Ryan had been so embarrassed he didn’t leave his room for about nine hours. After about the seventh time, however, he would throw something (usually a shoe or empty water bottle, but there was an unfortunate incident with a lamp) at the intruder and get back to the task at hand.
While Brendon has been involved in his fair share of these incidents, and Spencer has walked in on Ryan so many times he’s lost count, Jon had been mercifully spared until one fateful fall afternoon. Spencer had taken a hyperactive Brendon to the park and Jon had been left to his own devices, which really weren’t that entertaining. In fact, they were rather boring. So after he had eaten half a box of cookies, attempted to watch a mindless reality show, and given up on reading the book his sister had given him for his birthday, he wandered off to look for Ryan.
Ryan had meanwhile set himself up for a pleasant afternoon of jerking off, situating himself in bed with a box of Kleenex close by and a bottle of lotion easily in reach. Chief in importance was the object that had prompted this session of masturbation: a brown and gray striped scarf belonging to Mr. Jon Walker. Well, it had belonged to Jon Walker until Ryan had snatched it out of the laundry earlier that day.
It was really no secret that Ryan liked having things around his neck: ties, scarves, anything really, as long as it gave him that wonderful sense of constriction across his windpipe. He loved to feel the scratchy, difficult feeling that breathing became as the fabric of a scarf or tie tightened around his throat. He delighted in the light headedness that came from the lack of oxygen. And nothing felt better than coming hard, fighting for air against the fabric wrapped tightly around his neck.
Ryan began by stripping off his clothes, because orgasms were always better when you were completely naked. He then proceeded to run his hands up and down his torso, making himself as hard as he could without touching his dick. He stopped to rub roughly at his nipples, squeezing them until his fingernails bit painfully into the sensitive flesh. He took Jon’s scarf and buried his nose in it, breathing in Jon’s distinctive scent, and wrapped the soft, scratchy material around his neck, creating a loop so he could tighten the scarf at will.
He squirted some lotion onto his hand and moved it down to massage it into his dick, rubbing up and down as lightly as he could. His other hand fisted in the scarf around his neck, pulling it just a littler tighter around his neck. He began to move the hand on his dick faster, starting to gain a rhythm when he was quite rudely interrupted.
Someone knocked loudly on the door and barged in without waiting for an answer. Ryan groped blindly for the sheets at the end of his bed, but wasn’t nearly fast enough. He was left stretched out, naked and hard, with Jon’s scarf tied around his neck and, out of all the people who could have walked in on him, Jon fucking Walker staring down at him.
“…Isn’t that my scarf?” Jon asked finally, swallowing as he surveyed the odd sight before him.
“Maybe,” Ryan replied, feigning indifference.
“What are you doing with it?” Jon’s pants were growing rather inexplicably tight as he watched Ryan’s hand resting on his hip, right next to his bare, and still quite hard, dick.
“Choking myself.” Ryan had long ago learned that it was better to just tell with truth.
“Oh, okay—wait, what?”
“It gets me off.”
“Does it?” Jon was surprised to find himself moving slowly towards Ryan’s naked form, unbuckling his belt as he went. “But why mine?”
Ryan was silent. Jon began to slip out of his jeans.
“You get off pulling that scarf tight around your neck so you can’t breathe? Think you’d like it even better if I was slamming into you and pulling it myself, controlling just how much you can breathe?”
Ryan gasped and flushed, hand moving to his dick.
“No!” Jon slapped Ryan’s hand away and pulled of his shirt, leaving him naked and hard. “I’m in charge now. Hand me that lotion.” Ryan complied and watched with wide eyes as Jon squirted some onto his fingers and pushed two roughly into Ryan’s ass. Ryan made small mewling sounds as Jon’s fingers moved in and out of him.
“Be quiet, or will I have to take one end of that scarf and stuff it in your mouth so you can’t make any sound if you want to?” Ryan instantly fell silent.
Jon spread the little bit of lotion remaining on his hand onto his dick and lined up against Ryan, pushing inside forcefully.
“You’re pretty tight…Didn’t stretch you that well, did I?” Jon’s grin was feral and Ryan’s eyes were shiny with held back tears as Jon filled him. Jon reached one had up and seized the ends of the scarf and pulled them tighter. Ryan gasped a little and attempted to cough.
Jon began to thrust, Ryan’s body jerking as he hit Ryan’s prostate. He tightened the scarf with every thrust, until Ryan’s breathing shallow and barely audible. Ryan’s eyes were beginning to roll back in his head and the skin on his neck around the scarf was red from the rough slide of the fabric over the gentle skin. Jon wrapped the scarf around his wrist and tugged it hard, tightening it as much as he could. He reached a hand down and ran one fingertip down Ryan’s dick, but that was all it took for Ryan to come, body jerking and mouth gasping for breaths he couldn’t take.
Ryan collapsed limply onto the bed and Jon removed his hands from the scarf and grabbed Ryan’s hips, holding him steady as he pounded into him, coming hard in only a few thrusts. He collapsed onto Ryan’s chest, which was still heaving. He reached up one hand and worked his fingers under the scarf tight around Ryan’s neck, loosening it so Ryan could breathe.
Jon pressed a kiss to Ryan’s chest and pushed himself up, running a hand through his hair and searching the floor for his clothes. He was dressed quickly and heading back towards the door.
“Wait,” Ryan gasped, voice raw and harsh, “don’t you want your scarf back?”
“No,” Jon smiled slyly, “you can keep it.”
And he was gone, leaving Ryan with only the rough burns on his neck from the scarf and the damp feeling of Jon’s come inside him to assure him the whole thing had been real.
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