You Think Too Much — One Shot
Pairing: Ryan Sitkowski x Ricky Olson
Word Count: 3.1k
Content Warnings: 18+. Explicit. Size kink/size difference. Anal sex. Anal fingering. References to body weight (positive).
Notes: Request for the bestie, @spiritshousex, I'm just dumb and forgot to post it with the ask.
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Ricky is unsure of when it started. He knows that it’s fairly recent, maybe a few years since they had been doing this. He was going to say three years, even if it sounded wrong, and Ryan insisted that they used to do this when they were younger and that Ricky just didn’t remember. But Ricky thinks that he would have remembered sleeping on top of one of his best friends when he was younger. Although it wouldn’t have been entirely weird, considering they used to travel in a shitty van and get cheap motel rooms that they could barely afford. Whatever the case, he wouldn’t admit that Ryan might have been right.
Whatever the case may be, Ricky and Ryan have had an oddly close friendship these past few years. They started to room together, swapping keys with other members of the band if they had to, and utilizing one bed as a place to throw all of their luggage on while the other was occupied by both of them. Ricky enjoyed the closeness. Ryan enjoyed the warmth. They both won that way.
Over time, it went from friendly cuddling to sometimes one of them taking their clothes off in the middle of the night, then one of them coming to bed with nothing on, before they both started to simply not bother with any sweatpants or loose-fitting shirts at all. It wasn’t discussed, even if it should have been. There was never a talk about how this could blur the lines between intimacy and friendship. Ryan just simply woke up one day to a mostly naked Ricky on top of him, snoring into his chest and wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and that was the start of it all.
“You going to hurry up and come to bed?” Ryan asked with a groan as he looked over at Ricky, typing away on his laptop. He was entranced with the screen, and he had been all day, clearly eager to get all of his ideas out of his brain before they flew elsewhere. But Ryan was eager to go to bed, preferably with his friend and super hot band mate on top of him.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, just finishing this.” Ryan rolled his eyes, although he couldn’t help but laugh softly. He’s beginning to think it would be better for him to just pull out his laptop and play some games while he waits for Ricky, although the last time he did that, Ricky ended up whining for him to come to bed as though he was the one waiting in the first place. He thinks that he’s been hanging around Vinny too much, their bratty attitudes rubbing off on one another and making the other worse by the minute.
He didn’t wait too long, or at least not as long as he had waited in the past for Ricky to ‘finish this one thing.’ He was just thankful to have Ricky on top of him, stripped down to nothing, their bodies slotting together perfectly.
Maybe their friendship was a little odd. It definitely wasn’t a standard friendship, but did any of them have a ‘normal’ friendship within the band? They invited Vinny to cuddle up sometimes, often waking up with more than just cuddling when he was involved, although they never really spoke about it. And they both knew Justin had some weird sexual tension with … well, probably everybody in the band and crew. So, who could judge them for wanting to cuddle up naked every so often? Besides, they didn’t go much further than sloppy handjobs in the morning, when it was just the two of them. That’s a normal friend thing to do, right?
In all honesty, Ricky didn’t know what this was. And he knew Ryan didn’t know either, because neither of them brought it up nor asked. What he did know was that he liked waking up to Ryan pressed against him, how warm he was, how his arms wrapped tightly around his smaller frame and didn’t let go throughout the night. Ricky was a little hooked on the feeling it brought him, even if he couldn’t explain it. He simply liked it, waking up to the morning light coming through the hotel window, highlighting the two of them in bed. More importantly, highlighting Ryan and how he looked in the sunlight.
His fingers gently danced over his cheek, brushing against the facial hair. It scratched at his skin, reminding him of how sometimes he wakes up to Ryan burying his face into his neck, his beard making the sensitive flesh there itch. There’s a slow rise and fall of his chest beneath him, and if Ricky holds his breath for a second, he can faintly hear the thump of the other guitarist’s heart. Maybe one day he could press his ear there and listen closer. But for now, he was happy to simply admire the man below him. The line between friendship and intimacy wobbled in his head as his hand slipped down to graze over his chest.
“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going back to sleep?” His voice startled Ricky a little, as he hadn't expected him to be awake quite yet. Typically, he always woke up later in the morning and had time to maybe doze off for another hour before Ryan was up, but clearly that wasn’t the case this time around.
“Thought maybe I’d just keep staring at you.” Ricky spoke with a slight chuckle, and it only furthered his amusement when he caught the smile on Ryan’s face.
While Ricky was more than willing to stare at the man below him, it seemed as though Ryan had different ideas. Putting a hand on the back of his neck, he pulled him down into a kiss. Sleepy and lazy, but still a kiss. Friends could kiss, right? Could friends kiss one another and run their hands all over each other's bodies? That wasn’t weird. Ricky was a little distracted, and it was almost like Ryan could tell, his hands slipping down to grab the man’s ass, pulling him quickly back to reality and dragging a soft moan out of his throat.
“Stop thinking so much.” Ryan mumbled against his lips. But Ricky couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but wonder why this seemed to only happen in hotel rooms, or why they never spoke about it once it was over. He also couldn’t help but wonder how far it would go this time. Grinding? Touching? Maybe Ricky would finally use his mouth, as he had offered some time ago.
Ricky pushed his ass back against those big hands, feeling his fingers knead in the flesh. Ryan was right. He needed to stop thinking so much. Because right now, in this moment, he felt good and he didn’t have to worry about the conversations that would never happen. Right now, he could grind down against the other man’s lap, feel their lengths brush together, and shove his tongue into the man’s mouth. That didn’t require any thinking at all. Though he seemed to be pulled away from his pleasure when he felt two thick fingers brush over his entrance, his hips jerking forward with a small gasp.
“No?” Ryan asked softly, looking up at the man. Ricky was no stranger to bottoming; he just never thought that he would be for Ryan. He’s felt the man’s size and seen it, and he wasn’t above admitting that he touched himself once or twice at the thought of it. He was impressively thick, and the idea of that stretching him out made his dick twitch between them.
Honestly, if Ryan had asked – and maybe even if he didn’t ask – Ricky would gladly worship his dick, whether it be with his tongue or his hands. Part of the reason he enjoyed grinding so much against the man was their difference in size, watching their dicks slide against one another and barely able to even cover the larger man’s. It wasn’t like he was super big, as far as length goes, but his girth was intimidating to anybody. Well, intimidating for anyone except maybe Ricky, who practically drooled at the sight of it. Ricky was smaller, though, and maybe that made it seem like Ryan was bigger, since he beat the man in both size factors. He supposed he would find out this morning.
“Uh. Lube?” Ryan motioned towards his bag on the bed with a tilt of his head. And it was like a switch was flicked in him, scrambling off of Ryan and careful not to accidentally knee him in his efforts to get out of bed, so he could grab his backpack and dig through the pockets. It didn’t take very long to find the bottle, pulling out the half-empty tube and tossing it towards the other. He debated for a moment whether he should grab a condom, but he trusted Ryan. If he had any sort of disease, he would have told him. Besides, it wasn’t like he slept around, or else Ricky would have heard about that too.
The cap was popped open as Ricky situated himself back on top, watching as those thick fingers were coated in lube and the bottle was discarded next to them for now. And they went right back to how they were, those lazy kisses that were a little sloppy with tongue and probably a little too much spit, as Ryan’s hands moved back to where they were. Ricky pushed back, grinding down against his length with a low moan that was muffled by their lips. Two fingers pressed inside of him, causing that uncomfortable stretch and burn that came along with prep.
Prep had always been Ricky’s least favorite part of bottoming, but right now, it was more than enjoyable. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was so focused on the pleasure of grinding against his friend, or it was because he was a little too deep in thought when it came to Ryan’s hands, or maybe he was just that good at fingering him open. Whatever the case, Ricky thinks he could stay like this for hours, simply kissing the other breathless with lazy little rolls of his hips as he was worked open, fingers carefully sliding in and out of him.
He gave a light nudge to Ryan’s arm, and he was glad the man got the hint, with fingers slowly slipping out of him with a lewd sound to follow. Grabbing the lube that had been discarded, Ricky adjusted the pair as he slicked his hand with the thick substance, reaching behind himself to stroke the other slowly. There was a low groan that came from him, his head pressed back against the pillow and his arms coming up to rest behind his head, after he wiped his lube-covered fingers onto the mattress. Ricky could have stared at him all day. He was thick in all the right ways, and part of him wondered if Ryan would let him grab and massage all over his body, especially his arms and his stomach. Was it strange? Perhaps a little, but it wasn’t like he would ever let these things slip out loud, even if it was obvious by the way he was staring. Was he drooling a little? He wouldn’t be shocked if he were.
Ricky remembers when Ryan was, as a lot of fans called both of them, a ‘twink.’ And he was attractive then; there was no denying or arguing that, but Ricky wouldn’t even imagine doing this with him back then. He wasn’t his type. If you ask him, the twink death of Ryan Sitkowski was the best goddamn thing to ever happen.
“Quit staring, man.” There was a gentle nudge from Ryan, moving his leg up to garner Ricky’s attention, pulling him away from staring at the man’s body. And maybe that was for the best, before he started thinking about his body hair too.
“Sorry.” Ricky gave a small smile, although all he got in return was an eyeroll. Clearly his apology wasn’t believable. Leaning down to capture his lips once more, he lifted his hips up and adjusted sort of awkwardly before he was able to lower back down onto Ryan’s length, feeling it press against his entrance. There was a soft gasp against his lips that had shifted into a moan when Ryan rolled his hips upward, the head of his cock pushing inside from the movement.
It was sort of a process to get adjusted, and Ricky used a lot more lube than he had anticipated. With little movements, taking an inch at a time and trying to ignore the burn, and practically melting at all the praise in that gruff, sleepy tone, Ricky wasn’t sure how long it had taken him to be fully seated on his lap. There was a low moan underneath him, and hands had moved at some point to rest on his thighs, brushing over the pale skin, occasionally grabbing and kneading. And there Ricky was, getting lost in the thought of his hands again, more specifically, how big they looked in comparison to his thighs. His mind felt like it was spinning with too many thoughts at once.
He needed to stop thinking.
“Doing so good.” Ryan muttered against his lips, moans and gentle growls coming from his throat as Ricky moved at a slow pace, carefully rising his hips up and back down. Their bodies radiated heat, a thin layer of sweat to show that, and Ricky’s hair was a little damp too, with strands falling into his face, only for Ryan to push them back how he liked it.
Maybe it was because it was so early in the morning or because they both wanted to savor this as much as possible, but they had kept that same pace as long as they could. Ricky’s careful little rocks of his hips, his dick trapped between their stomachs from his current position of leaning down to either kiss the man or simply have their heads pressed together. The contrast of his practically hairless stomach and Ryan’s fur had done a lot more for him than it should have, his dick twitching and leaving a small pool of pre-cum to be smeared between them. Their moans mixed together, often muffled by the other’s mouth, their heavy breaths meeting and being the only noise in the room, apart from the lewd, wet noises of Ricky slowly fucking himself back onto his bandmate.
Ricky wasn’t sure he wanted this to end. The idea of letting this much pleasure go after dancing around the mere idea of this for so long made him ache. Surely, they would do this again, and he didn’t have to worry about going without it. Their next hotel stop, this would happen again, right? He practically whined at the thought of this being only a one-time thing, and he knew it wasn’t fair to already start to pout at a scenario that Ryan had no idea was happening in his head.
“You’re thinking too much again.” Ryan grumbled, his hips jerking forward, disrupting their careful pace and grabbing Ricky’s attention all over again. He yelped softly at the suddenness of it, looking down at Ryan with a small glare.
“Can’t help it. Thinking about you and how hot you are, and how I really, really want this to happen again.” He confessed with a gentle whine, although it was unclear if it was because of the shift in his hips or because of the thought of missing out on this. Ryan chuckled at him, whatever the reason.
“It’ll happen again. Stop worrying so much.” Easier said than done. Ricky was a chronic overthinker and worrier. But his mind was wiped clean once more, with only the focus of the here and now, as Ryan grabbed his hips firmly in order to flip their position and pin the smaller man down to the mattress. Ricky thinks he was half a second away from busting at the ease with which he was flipped around.
Despite their change in position, their overall pace didn’t change too much. Ryan moved slowly still, but it felt as though he had a little more force in his movements, as if trying to get every last inch inside of Ricky and be as deep as he could manage. His arms wrapped around Ryan’s neck loosely, carding fingers through his hair as a tongue invaded his mouth to taste him. He gradually sped up, getting a little faster and keeping a steady rhythm, their noises only getting louder.
Ricky might be an overthinker, but it was as though Ryan had reached inside him and grabbed his brain just to throw it away, so he could enjoy this without a thought in his head. It was pure pleasure running through him, his noises flowing so freely and his dick aching for release. He could feel himself right on the edge, just barely on the brink of his orgasm, and it was all he could ever want right now. The moment Ryan’s hand wrapped around him, giving him a few strokes to match the pace he had set, he was done. His back arched off the bed as he let out a soft cry of a moan, spilling onto his stomach.
He saw white for a moment, riding out his high with a few involuntary twitches of his hips. He vaguely remembers the feeling of Ryan twitching inside of him as he gave one last hard thrust, finishing inside of the smaller man with that loud, gruff moan that made his softening dick jerk in response.
He couldn’t help the slight whimper that escaped when he pulled out, nor the grimace on his face when he could feel Ryan dripping out of him. He couldn’t recall the last time he allowed a guy to do that to him, and he now remembers why. Ryan only laughed softly, almost breathless, at the look on the guitarist’s face.
“Should I pull out next time?” He asked as he flopped down onto the bed, immediately wrapping an arm around Ricky to pull him closer, burying his nose into the damp hair. He could feel a few kisses being left behind on top of his head, and it made him feel just a little less gross.
“So, there’s a next time?” He could practically hear the roll of Ryan’s eyes, not able to see his face from their current position.
“Yes, there’s a next time, you dick.”