any fics with shane blowing ryan? thank you!
i don’t need a dozen roses - weakspots | E, 13k, complete
They're not… dating, or boyfriends, or in love, or any of these things. Ryan's pretty sure on that front.
Fifty Shades of Gold - beethechange | E, 21k, complete
Shane tires of doing the same bits over and over. He tires of telling the same stories until they all, him and Ryan and the fans, have every beat memorized. Whenever Ryan pulls out his Ricky Goldsworth impression, ah yes, that old chestnut, Shane plays along only begrudgingly. He’s bored.
That’s his official position: he’s over Ricky Goldsworth.
Shane’s unofficial position, regrettably, is that he’d rather be under Ricky Goldsworth.
It’s Coming, Keep the Car Running - sequence_fairy | E, 1.7k, complete
“I’m driving,” Ryan reminds him. Shane hums in agreement.
“Eyes on the road, then,” Shane suggests and very deliberately leans over to give himself the leverage to press the side of his hand right up against the centre of Ryan’s crotch.
Ryan's tense. Shane would like him to be less tense. The road is empty.
suns for bones - abovetheruins | E, 7.3k, complete
Ryan's bare feet shuffle across the carpet, the only sound in the room aside from their breathing, soft and hushed, and combined with the silent snowfall outside, the room feels… sacred, almost, like a private bubble suspended in time. Like they're the only two on earth. It’s a nice thought.
Maybe not as nice as Ryan’s hips, though, warm beneath Shane’s hands even through the terrycloth wrapped around his waist. Shane thrills in the heat of him and in the scent of his skin, hotel soap and the familiar bite of his aftershave, along with that undercurrent of warmth that Shane has come to associate with Ryan at all times, rich and sweet like the California sun has soaked straight into his skin and left brilliant summer spilling through his veins.
BFFS Get Married For A Week - Ryan and Shane - aspookycryptidsock | E, 18k, complete
"As I was saying," Curly continues with a pointed glare in Ryan's direction. "It's my honor to join the two of you in unholy matrimony. The rules are simple, you'll live together, plan one date each, and cherish each other. Til week do you part."
Muscles Better and Nerves More - beethchange | E, 26k, complete
“I’m serious,” Ryan says. “Don’t go fucking up my body. I want that shit back in the same condition I left it.”
“The same condition—Ryan. I’m not spending hours in a gym every day so you don’t lose muscle mass.”
“I want you to treat my body with the respect you would a national park. Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.”
A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way.
a foolish pleasure (whatever) - punk_rock_yuppie | E, 2.8k, complete
It's not like Ryan wants to call Shane 'daddy' or anything.
It just kind of slips out.
i wanna see you lookin’ up - sarcasticfishes | E, 3.8k, complete
“I have a theory that you’re the best here at giving head.”
Shane misses his mouth with his drink, and absolutely does not notice.
“Out of everyone here, yeah. Theoretically. In my opinion. That’s the game,” Ryan replies, and Shane can’t tell if Ryan’s actually desperately trying to keep his cool and succeeding, or he’s just drunk enough that he doesn’t care that he’s just said that. “You just have that vibe.”
The Fear of Falling Apart - TimmyJayBird | E, 3.k, complete
Ryan is rattled, worse than he has been in a bit, and Shane can't just let that slide.
wanna be felled by you - middlecyclone | E, 2.1k, complete
The thing is, unfortunately, that Ryan's fucking hat and his leather jacket and the overall Young Harrison Ford of it all are, well, kind of really working for him.
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