Remember the BFU episode where they sleep over at the Lizzie Borden house and there’s that shot of Shane and Ryan in sweats in a tiny bed? I turned it filthy for @egg2k16.
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The bed in the Borden house really isn’t made for two grown men. Shane knows the second he sees it, but it’s confirmed when they crawl into it that night — or perhaps it’s technically early morning — ready to settle down.
“I’ll try not to spoon you,” Ryan says as Shane rolls onto his side away from him, limbs tucked in close to try to force them into submission.
“If you do, at least make it good,” Shane jokes and shuts his eyes to the sound of Ryan’s laughter.
Nevertheless, Shane wakes to the unending heat of Ryan’s body curled up close behind him. The space between them has disappeared and Ryan’s arm is looped around his waist like it belongs. Though, to be fair, it usually does.
“Ryan,” Shane grunts, sweat prickling at his temples. “Ryan.”
Ryan presses his face between Shane’s shoulders, his breath hot through the thin fabric of Shane’s shirt. His fingers tease at the tie of Shane’s sweats and when he shifts forwards just a little more, his hips fit flush against Shane’s ass.
“Mmm,” Ryan grunts and rocks against him.
“Ryan,” Shane repeats. “Ryan, the cameras.”
Ryan lets out a longer breath, which is how Shane knows he’s awake, and lets his fingers slip into the waistband of Shane’s sweats.
“I’ll edit the footage,” he promises, but Shane’s not entirely sold.
“Ryan.”
“I’ll edit it at home before it even makes it into the office.” Shane falls silent and he can feel Ryan’s impatience in the way his fingers slip down just a little closer to his cock. “We’re under the covers. It’s fine.”
“We’re on the clock,” Shane points out and Ryan lets out a laugh that Shane can feel through his back.
“Then you can have the most expensive handjob you’ve ever had.”
Ryan taps out a quick pattern with his fingertips just above the line of Shane’s pubic hair, and Shane knows he’s waiting for approval.
Shane knows better. They should wait until they’re back at their apartment, where it can’t be considered professional misconduct. But Ryan’s so warm behind him and he’s already most of the way hard against Shane’s ass.
Carefully, Shane rolls his hips back against Ryan, and Ryan makes a happy noise and lets his hand slip the rest of the way down his sweats.
“Just let me — ” Ryan starts and Shane can make an educated guess about what he wants. He’s got a gentle rhythm going, slowly rubbing against Shane like it’s all he needs. And maybe it is.
When Ryan wraps a hand around him, his palm is too dry, it’s too much all at once, but he pulls and shifts until the head of Shane’s cock is trapped under the waistband of his sweats, the tip barely poking free. With the ends of his fingers, Ryan massages at him, smearing wetness as it leaks freely, and Shane thinks Ryan might be a genius.
“Fuck,” Shane curses, and he can almost hear the smile in Ryan’s voice.
“Yeah,” Ryan agrees. “That’s what I thought.”
“Jesus.”
“I think they gave us this tiny bed for a reason,” Ryan tells him, continuing to tease his cock. “Gotta stay warm.”
“Warm enough,” Shane gets out and Ryan hums thoughtfully.
“Maybe.” He taps his thumb against Shane’s slit and Shane’s leg jerks where it’s curled up.
He can feel the heat of Ryan where he’s grinding against him and he wonders if they’re about to make a mess they can’t clean up.
“Wait,” Shane says, and for what it’s worth, Ryan does actually pause, his body trembling with the effort.
It’s not easy in such a tiny bed, but somehow Shane manages to roll over, adjusting their positions until he can grind against Ryan properly. In the dark, Ryan reaches up for his face, pulling him down into a kiss that Shane didn’t realize he needed. It’s been a long weekend of no touching, pretending they’re only friends.
Despite all his hesitance, Shane finds himself wanting more. Carefully, he tugs at Ryan’s sweats, unsurprised when he finds Ryan’s not wearing anything underneath.
“Easy access,” Ryan murmurs against his mouth and Shane quietens him with another kiss.
Ryan feels so solid beneath him, his thighs stretching out his sweats, his shirt pulled tight across his chest.
“C’mon,” Ryan encourages, kissing along Shane’s jaw, and Shane doesn’t need to be told twice.
He finds just the right angle and grinds against Ryan, hearing the thump of his head as it drops backwards into his pillow. The breath Ryan lets out is shallow and unsteady, and Shane knows he’s got it right.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Shane gets worked up, but he’s never learned how to control himself around Ryan. It’s his only flaw.
“God, that feels good, Shane,” Ryan murmurs and Shane can’t help but agree. It’s not perfect, but it’s enough. “Wish I could see you.”
Shane leans down to kiss him again and lets out a sharp gasp as Ryan gets a hand between them, guiding them together and giving Shane the extra pressure he needs to get the rest of the way there.
He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead against Ryan’s as he comes, hot and messy between them, forcing himself to keep moving until Ryan finally follows him over the edge.
Ryan clutches at him with the hand not between them and makes a noise — a muffled moan that sounds too loud in the quiet of the house around them — that has Shane’s cock twitching, leaking out a little more come.
“Holy shit,” Ryan exhales, his breath turning into a laugh against Shane’s cheek. “That felt disrespectful.”
“Not our finest moment,” Shane agrees and Ryan laughs again.
“We gave the ghosts a show.”
Shane doesn’t bother taking the bait, just kisses Ryan silent until Ryan seems to realize what he’s doing. Slowly, Ryan pulls away, his fingers coming up to tug at the hair at the nape of Shane’s neck.
“What about cleaning up?” he asks, and Shane leans to the side on one elbow, trying to assess the damage in the dark. He can’t see much, but based on the stickiness of Ryan under his hand, it’s all the way across his stomach where his shirt has ridden up.
“I tried to warn you,” Shane complains, even as an idea begins to form.
“That doesn’t help me now,” Ryan points out and Shane presses a hand to his chest and holds him down flat against the bed.
“You need to scrub all of this footage,” Shane says, and he can feel Ryan’s confusion.
“What?” he asks, and instead of replying, Shane shifts, dipping beneath the covers.
When his mouth finds Ryan’s skin, Ryan’s cock twitches under his chin, and above him, Ryan says, “Oh. Oh, okay.”
And after that, as Shane’s tongue swipes across his skin, Ryan doesn’t seem to be able to form any words at all. Shane considers it a success.
