If it’s not so much that my ass hurts really bad right now, then it really sucks when I see Ryan Ross heading my way.

“Hey, Brendon; nice to see you, again.”

I nod my head, not really trusting my mouth to say anything.

“Did you like my card?”

And before I can stop myself…

“Are you a prostitute or something?”

I almost slap my hand over my mouth, but he smiles sweetly.

And I really wish Shane’s photo shoot hadn’t run over today.

He would be here.

But instead he’s snapping pictures of half naked women.

Ryan chuckles, “No. I run a business where I can essentially turn average Joe’s into the sexiest people on earth.”

My mouth drops open.

“How old are you?”

“I turned twenty-one in august. I’ve been running a very successful business for three years, now.”

I nod casually.

“I just turned nineteen three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, I was there when Katie was telling everyone it was her big brother’s nineteenth birthday.”

I blush slightly.

I really need to tell her to stop telling everyone my business.

“So, tell me, Brendon; how long have you and ‘Photographer Extraordinaire’, Shane Valdez, been together?”

“Tw-- How did you know we were dating?”

Ryan laughs.

“Sweetheart, Shane is everywhere. There are pictures of you two together everywhere; not to mention… Katie does tell some pretty cute stories.”

I shake my head and mutter under my breath.
“Katie Denise Urie… You are in so much trouble.”

“It’s not supposed to be a secret, right?”
My eyes widen and I shake my head rapidly.

“No! We’ve been together since before he was even famous. He started taking pictures of me, all creepy-like, one day while I was at the park with Katie. After that, we got together. And we’ve been happy ever since.”

Ryan nods, and I can see the gears working in his mind.

“Cool, so how’s the sex?”

I literally choke on my own tongue.

“W-w-w-- Huh?”

“Oh,” he begins nonchalantly, “I can show you, if you want to know, the way to say his name; the way to make him scream and shout. Ecstasy is all that he’ll feel. It’s frightening. He doesn’t deserve sparks, Brendon, show him lightening. You’ll be the greatest lover to come; after me.”

I stare blankly at him.

He surely can’t mean what he just said.

“Are you totally serious right now?’

He nods; like that wasn’t the most off the wall thing I have ever heard.

“I told you about my business. I could give you free lessons. I could make you a God,” he pauses, smirking, “Only thing is… It would involve a lot of sexual contact with me. But that’s not really a bad thing, is it? I saw the way you looked at me yesterday.”

My eyes widen and I slowly back away.

“Um, yeah; thanks, but no thanks, dude. I’m pretty well content with my sex life. The fact that I’m standing right now is a miracle; that’s proof. We’re totally fine. ‘Kthnxbye-byenow.”

I turn and move over closer to the big oak tree near the bicycle racks, waiting for the bell.

My cell rings in my pocket.

Shane.

“Hey, baby.”
I keep stealing glances at Ryan, making sure he stays over there because I don’t want him over here.

He’s staring intently at me from about ten feet away.

“That I’m right behind you.”

I almost drop the phone when I hear his voice in my ear and feel his arms wrap around my waist.

He presses soft kisses to my neck from behind, running his hands over my stomach.

“Isthathim?”

He whispers into my ear, still kissing me gently.

I sigh contentedly in his arms.

“Yes.”

I let myself relax back against his chest.

“He looks familiar.”

I turn around to bury my own face in his neck, but I can still feel the piercing honey eyes drilling into me.

“He just offered to teach me how to have sex. He wanted to let me practice, with him, for you.”

I look up, and Shane’s eyes are practically falling out of his head.

“What?!”

“He knew that we are together, and who I am. I’m surprised that he didn’t rattle off my blood type, too. He told me that he can turn people into ‘Sex God’s.’ And he told me that I wouldn’t mind doing this with him because he’s hot.”

But of course…

“Anyone with working eyes can see that.”

“Shane,” I whine, “This is seriously freaking me out.”

He takes my hand in his own and pulls me away from him slightly, and I lean up and press my lips to his.

“I’ll go talk to him, then.”

He leads me over the few feet and sticks out his hand, waiting as Ryan shakes it, smiling brightly.

“I’m Shane, Brendon’s boyfriend. But you already know that. I’d love to know what the hell is going on with you because you’re seriously freaking him out.”

Ryan laughs.

“I only offered him some classes to improve your sex life together. I meant no harm, really.”
Shane smiles sweetly, and to Ryan, Shane probably looks like he’s about to forgive him.

But I know that look.

He’s pissed, but he can’t, or won’t, punch anyone.

“Ryan, listen. We’ve been more than okay for two years without your help. So, I suggest you keep your hands, mouth and dick to yourself. Okay? Brendon is mine and I refuse to share him with anyone. Comprende?”

Ryan slowly nods; all emotion completely drained from his face.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to piss you off or anything… I just thought--”

“Yeah? Well, you thought wrong, so you had better stay the hell away from my boyfriend”

Shane pulls me away from Ryan, not even giving him a chance to respond, and I try not to swoon.

My honey standing up for me; is that not the sexiest thing ever?

I stare wide eyed up at him as he leans me against the tree, “That was…”

And all I can feel after that is his leg between mine, pushing my shoulders into the tree.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He crushes our lips together, and I try not to, but I moan loudly against his mouth.

As the kiss progresses I open my eyes slightly and see Ryan still standing where we left him; mouth wide open, staring in shock.

I grind my hips up into Shane’s, holding tightly to his waist, and suddenly the bell rings.

Fucking bell.

I pull away from Shane with a chaste kiss to his chin.

“Later,” I say and I grip his hand tightly.

“Staying the night at my house, again?”

I feel my erection grind across my jeans as I try to adjust myself by moving my legs awkwardly.

I nod, “But no fisting tonight; it hurts to move right now.”

He chuckles and tangles his fingers in my hair kissing me softly.

At last! (I’ve always wanted to say that.)

We find Katie, but she doesn’t look happy-go-lucky with her black hair, blue eyes and dimples right now.

She looks very worried and panicked.

“Brother! In-in the hallway M-mister Walker and the pretty man were arguing and I heard them say s-som-something about Shaney.”

Shane’s head jerks, “Walker? Jon Walker?”

I’ve heard my mother say Katie’s teacher’s name before.

“Yeah; that sounds about right.”

Shane literally grabs both of us and drags us out to the parking lot and to his car.

Katie immediately starts complaining when she see’s Shane’s car.

“I thought we walked home, Brendon. Shane, sometimes your car smells like sweat or Brendon’s room in the morning when I go to wake him up. I really don’t like having to lift up Brendon’s seat to get in the back.”

We both ignore her protests and stifle grins.

I look over at Shane and he’s blushing, as am I.

So what if we like to have sex in interesting places?

Especially the drivers seat while his car is parked in the garage.

Different places to have sex are always nice; especially when you have to be as close as possible.

We won’t even go there with everywhere we had sex last night.

One of the many places was the car at four-thirty in the morning.

I lift the seat for Katie and Shane ushers her in.

She groans, “See?! It smells like Brendon’s room and sweat.”

I laugh and whisper, “Yeah, because my room smells like sex.”
I put a hand on Shane’s chest when he starts trying to push me into my seat.

“Babe, what’s going on? Why did you freak out about Katie’s teacher?”

Shane doesn’t say anything, only grits his teeth and tries to push me into my seat again.

“Baby, please…”
I look into his eyes, searching for anything other than panic.

Shane sighs and places a hand on the back of my neck, “We’ll talk about it back at your house; right now I’m worried as fuck for our safety. So, please, B. Get in the car.”

“Fine fine fine.”

I allow him to push me down into my seat, kissing me lightly; eye contact lingering a little longer than normal. I look down at my lap.

“Hey.”

I tilt my head up again.

“I love you.”
I smile, “I love you, too, Shane.”

Shane gets into the car and he is silent during the short drive to my house.

That alone is an accomplishment.

I shut my bedroom door as Shane takes a deep breath and collapses onto my bed.

“Will you tell me, now?”

I seat myself beside him and get comfortable, pulling a pillow into my lap.

Shane’s eyes are closed and he starts to speak very softly.

“I knew he looked way too familiar. I just knew I wasn’t crazy.”

“Who?”

“Ryan. Or, well, I knew him as George in high school.”

“Oh.”

“He has been dating Jon Walker since… God, since like the seventh grade. Jon was a kid in my photography classes all through high school. He was good. And I mean he was damn good. He just didn’t have the drive or the mentality to make it in the competitive aspect of photography. He was always too nice. He got really jealous when I got a contract with Seventeen Magazine to be a fashion photographer. And when that contract was over, Maxim had called. Jon was there on the same day my interview was scheduled. He was trying to get an interview. He was trying to get the same position as me. When I got the job, close to a year and a half ago, he got so pissed and I haven’t really seen him since then. I thought he moved out of Vegas. At the very least I thought he moved further away. I think one thing that really got to him was the fact that I didn’t have to move with my job, which is why I’m still here. They gave me a studio here and decided to just fly my clients out to me so I wouldn’t have to uproot and leave you. You’re the reason I almost didn’t take the job. They wanted me to move to New York to take over that office. But I told them that I wasn’t going to leave you; I’ve never told you that, huh?”

“Wow. Um. No.”

“I’m almost one hundred percent positive that Jon’s major breaking point was when I was featured in pretty much every magazine that had anything to do with photography; ‘The youngest, most innovative, attractive and ambitious new photographer.’ Yeah, that was totally his breaking point.”

“Okay… But what does any of this have to do with some retard that wants to prove that he can get me to have sex with him? Like, seriously Shane, what the hell is up with that?”

Shane shrugs, frowning.

“My best guess,” he snakes his arms around me, “My best guess is that they’re trying to use you to get to me,” he pulls me on top of him, “You’re my inspiration, you know? I wouldn’t work as well as I do without you. I would have just taken off to New York to work for Maxim and I wouldn’t even have had to talk to the CEO about staying here if I didn’t love you as much as I do. You… challenge me. You’re incredible inspiration when I photograph. When I photograph you,” he closes his eyes and throws his head back, “Especially when I photograph you. Your essence is so… pure. You literally give off your own light. And it shows on the film. It’s something I’ve never seen before.”

He kisses my temple and continues.

“Ryan and Jon must know how much you mean to me; otherwise they really have no other motives to mess with you; unless they’re just being mean, conniving assholes. Jon knows all of the logistics of this situation. He knows that if you take away what means most to an artist, they lose their inspiration along with that. Whether it is a song, a person, a special object… You take away that… drive. You take away an artist’s soul. All of his creativity and ambition goes with it. I can’t lose you. You mean everything to me.”

I sigh adoringly, “That was deep.”

Shane laughs, softly.

“I love you, Brendon.”

He tilts my chin up to press the most gentle, delicate, breath taking kiss to my smiling lips.

“I really do, B. You’re the reason that I’m everything I can be.”

“I know, Baby. I love you so much, Shane. You really have no idea.”

Shane smirks and shifts his leg, bringing pressure form his thigh over the front of my jeans.

Oh.

What do you expect when my gorgeous boyfriend is lying under me, basically telling me what a wonderful part of his life I am?

Not to mention, I’m a teenager and I’m always horny.

“Oh, Brendon,” Shane snickers, “I’m sure I have some idea.”

I groan and move to go lock my bedroom door.

Shane is already losing his band t-shirt.

I freeze with my hand on my belt; my mother yells up the stairs.

“Brendon, Shane!? Hello! Are you two staying for dinner, tonight?”

Unlocking the door, I look over at Shane; he’s fallen on my bed -- jeans half off -- laughing.

“Shane says hello, mother. And of course we’re staying for dinner.”

“Alright. Are you staying the night at his house tonight?”

“I might.”
Come on, mother; enough with the questions.

There’s silence for a moment and I hear my father’s voice.

“Oh. M’kay, Bren. Dinner’s at six. Be ready.”

I don’t even bother replying; I just shove my door closed and re-lock it.

I rush over to turn my stereo on and when I turn around Shane is shoving his jeans the rest of the way off.

I climb onto my bed, straddling his waist, him only in his boxers.

I give in and allow him to help me undress.

He reaches over into his jeans pocket to reveal a condom and a tiny bottle of lube.

“Why are you always so ultra prepared?”

Shane lets out a huff of breath as he throws the objects onto the bed next to him and begins to let his hands travel over my bare chest and thighs.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just bend you over the hood of my car and fuck you raw in the school parking lot.”

He yanks his boxers down, kicking them off of his feet.

“Do you need stretching?”

I shake my head and reach for the lube anyway, spreading a bit onto my finger tips.

“I’m pretty sure that I’m still open from last night. The stretch of your fist will keep me that way for another couple of days.”

He watches, slowly stroking himself, as I tease my entrance with slick fingers.

Eventually he gives in, rolling the condom on and he motions for me to move my hand away from myself.

He positions my hips just over him and I help rub more lube onto his cock; I hover only inches over him.

I take my time, moving my hands over him slowly.

Shane grips my hips, pushing my hands away, and slams up into me harder than absolutely necessary.

I bring my arm up to my mouth, biting down hard in order to muffle the involuntary squeal my throat makes.

“B-baby, be careful; w-we’re in my house and everyone is actually awake.”

After a moment of Shane’s hips slowly pulsing himself into me, I relax and bring both of my hands down to hold onto Shane’s wrists, balancing myself as I bounce in his lap rapidly.

I mumble and moan words of encouragement down at Shane.

I hear him gasp and mutter ‘beautiful’ under his breath.

Wanna know why?

My entire pale body is stretched out in front of him, eyes closed, head tilted far back, and my mouth is slightly open.

My legs are bent at odd angles allowing me to rise up and drop down enough to take Shane in completely. My entire body is coated in a paper-thin sheen of sweat so that in the sunlight coming through the closed blinds, I glow.

The word ‘beautiful’ doesn’t even start to cover this sight for Shane.

I release one of Shane’s arms to let my hand travel across my chest and up into my hair.

I know better than to touch myself without permission.

“N-need. Shane, n-n-need. C-c-c-come.”

Shane lets out a breath of raspy laughter, bringing his hand down around my leaking member and I angle my hips, bringing the head of his cock against my prostate with every movement.

His hand stays still around me and I begin pushing down into his lap harder and thrusting up into his hand faster.

Shane gasps/moans/cries out and I know that he is spent; I move faster, beginning to ride out his orgasm and almost immediately inducing my own.

I come, hard, onto Shane’s chest, neck, and chin.

I finish riding out the aftershocks and notice where my come landed.

I almost start to cry.

“Shane, oh my God; I’m sorry. I didn’t--”

He grins and shushes me.

He wipes his finger through the come on his chin, making sure to get all on one finger.

He brings the finger up to his lips and sucks it into his mouth, humming.

My breath catches in my throat and I’m sure I’m drooling.

Because… I’ve never seen this before.

He never does any of my kinks.

And he certainly never lets me act on any of my kinks, even if they don’t really involve his participation.

I’m still staring as he pulls out his finger and dips two into the come on his chest; he brings his fingers to my mouth and I groan, sucking his long fingers greedily, moaning at my own bitter taste.

I get lost in the moment of tasting myself on his fingers and begin to rock my hips gently.

He pulls his two fingers from my mouth with a loud pop, gaining a frustrated groan from me.

I lean forward, not breaking eye contact, and he nods.

I let out my breath and lean into his chest to begin licking up all of my come.

I work my way up his neck and the spot on his chin, never stopping.

Finally, I press my lips to his and we kiss hungrily, moaning into each other’s mouths.

After a few moments, I drag him into the shower, kissing him the whole way.

I’m the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.

My kink.

We did my kink.

My major kink.

I love come. I really love my own come.

Shane never lets me lick it up. He’s always too worried about going to sleep or getting it off.

“Why’d you let me?”

Shane grins and makes grabby hands at the shampoo behind me.

“I just decided that I should let you do your thing. Besides; you should see yourself when you’re doing it. I’m pretty sure it’s the most amazingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

I hand him the shampoo, and when our fingers touch, he pulls me into him, kissing my passionately.

We’re interrupted by my mother banging on the door, yelling at us to: ‘Stop doing that in there.’ And: ‘Oh yeah, dinner’s ready.’

I giggle, and immediately help Shane start to rinse off.