#rylandopen

[indiemcn]

open to: m. bottoms / vers

setting: Ryland is at a college party and has had too much to drink. Your muse is someone that found him passed out, could be that your muse was called to come get him, or your muse just stumbled upon him. Open to somnophilia, dub con, non con, or whatever works for your muse. 

possible connect: stepbrothers, brothers, paternal, friends, ex-lovers, utp

Ryland wasn’t usually much for parties, which is why he didn’t know how to drink responsibly or within his limits. It was just after midnight when someone had helped him into one of the beds upstairs, depositing him before disappearing back into the party to let the boy sleep off all the shots he’d poured down his throat since he’d shown up. In truth there was a part of him that was just kind of desperate to fit in, to feel cool, to feel seen, the last thing he’d wanted was to end up making a fool out of himself. He had it hard enough in school, around the locker room the guys always made fun of him, beer can, they called him, and that was when he was soft. The few times he’d hooked up with girls in the past had been... awkward? He didn’t exactly fit anywhere and the best he had to hope for was a few unenthusiastic handjobs. Maybe it was a weird thing to be teased about, or to feel self-conscious about, but it really thinned the amount of people who were willing to do stuff with him. 

He rolled over onto his bag, his head lolled to the side as his hand brushed lightly across the front of his jeans. Ryland felt sleep rolling over his senses as the room spun around, it felt worse with his eyes closed but he was too drunk to move much, his mind wandering to all the girls at the party that he never stood a chance with. Ryland could feel blood headed south below his waist, but sleep would catch him long before he could ever so much as get his hands in his pants. A list breath passed from his lips, followed shortly after by the soft sound of his snoring as he passed out, shirt lifted just a bit by the hand that had made an attempt at getting towards the girthy nightstick in his jeans. 

[indiemcn]

open starter // open to tops, bottoms, vers // mxm

setting: ryland works at the only nice hotel in town, your muse is spending the night and willing to leave a big tip for good service 

Blue eyes followed the signs as Ryland walked the hallways he’d travelled hundreds of times before, the hotel was a popular stop for anyone staying in the city. He’d worked there for a few years and knew it was the closest thing to a high class place in the area. Ryland was careful not to drag his feet, even though he was tired after working all day; he was eager to get home but this was the last individual on the books set to check in today. The front desk had called him down and discreetly Ryland had gathered the few suitcases on his cart and now wheeled them up the penthouse on the top floor. It was impressive, but Ryland had seen it so many times he was just about desensitized to it. 

This was the year that all his friends had gone off to college... And he was stuck here, working for mostly lousy tips and a minimum wage job. The door opened under the swipe of his master keycard and Ryland entered, realizing a moment too late that the guest was inside. “Oh-” fuck he should have at least knocked first. “sorry sir, I have your bags.” He went to unload the cart, trying to look as nice as possible so the man didn’t complain the front desk. That was the last thing Ryland needed. “Did you need anything else while I’m here?”