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ryan opening up about what his parents did for the first time
tw: parental death via cancer, child abuse/neglect, alcoholism
Dylan's hand was laid over his chest, tracing circles over and over with the tip of his pointer finger. It was soothing, the gentle touch, lulling Ryan to a point of nearly falling asleep.
Then Dylan's hand trailed farther to the side, up and over, until it grazed one of three scars across Ryan's upper right arm. "Oh." He breathed. There was no judgment, no expectation for Ryan to say anything. Just a soft acknowledgment from Dylan.
Dylan's hand almost seemed to pull away, but Ryan laid his own over it, squeezing his hand gently. "Um, so, you know my dad died when, when I was only 10. Sarah was, man, she was only two, at the time." He swallowed hard and grew quiet, feeling his mind begin to turn, reel, as he dipped into memories almost too painful to remember.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, babe." Dylan said gently, stroking over the scars with such a tenderness it made Ryan want to cry. He swallowed it down, though, as Dylan continued to speak. "But if you want to, I'm here for you. Always."
"...he got sick. Really sick. I-It took a while for me to realize how sick, but...I think I actually accepted it before she did, before mom did. Sarah, obviously, had no idea what was going on." He swallowed hard. "Fuck, when he first got sick, she was only a few months old."
Dylan nodded in understanding, shimmying up in the bed to hold Ryan more properly in his arms.
"Cancer. It spread, um, everywhere. Dad, he, he tried. He fought, man. For so long. He wanted to be there. For us. But he couldn't anymore. We, um...we got to say goodbye, before he passed." Ryan reached a hand out and grabbed at one of Dylan's shoulders, then, staring up into their pale white ceiling, unable to meet his gaze. "He looked so small. But he promised he loved us. And he was so proud of me. I would be the man of the house, I'd take care of Sarah, a-and my mom and...I wanted to make him proud."
"Ryan, I know you did. Do, make him proud." Dylan reassured him. God, that made something soft and warm twinge in his chest. What he wouldn't give to have his dad and Dylan meet.
"Mom took it...it hard. She would be out all hours of the night. At first, she tried to keep it together, but soon, there would be days where she just wouldn't come home." Ryan could feel a small panic build in his chest, memories of uncertainty and fear filling him. "It was fine in the summer, you know? I could look after Sarah, and get into our money stash for groceries or the food bank or church. A-And, um, we could go to the library for fun. There were things to do. But then fall came and I missed a lot of school. But someone had to watch Sarah."
"Ryan-" Dylan whispered, voice deep in concern, but free of judgment.
Ryan kept going, unable to stop now as the words spilled out. "CPS visited. Mom came home more after that, between shifts, between...drinking. But she was angry. Angry at the world. At dad. At our neighbors, my teachers for being concerned. At...at me. I look like my mom. Sarah, um, she looks a lot like how our dad did." He added that bit, voice growing tight, remembering how his mother screamed at him, that she hated the reflection of herself in him. But how he somehow mocked her, being a better parent to her daughter when he was just a child himself. "And then, o-one night she just...kept, kept drinking. I tried to get her to stop, Sarah was crying, screaming, she couldn't sleep. But the bottle broke and...and I got in mom's way and...those, the scars, are um-"
"Holy shit." Dylan sat fully upright now, providing necessary respite as the tears finally fell, as something broke inside Ryan and he sobbed, burying his face in Dylan's chest. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Ryan. You didn't deserve that. Fuck, you deserved so much better-"
Those weren't the first time Ryan had heard similar words spoken to him, but them coming from Dylan's voice, uttered in his lover's soft tone, undoubtedly now crying just as Ryan was, he finally let himself fully and truly drink those words in. He didn't deserve what happened to him. He was a good person, he deserved love and care. After what happened with his family. Even after Hackett's Quarry and what Ryan needed to do to keep others safe.
"She, um, got help. Rehab, after. I think she's doing ok nowadays, but, um, me and Sarah don't talk to her. Not anymore. And she doesn't push to see us, thank fuck." Ryan snorted then a little. "Grammy and Pop's cooking is better anyways." He laughed wetly and Dylan smiled between his own tears.
"Thank you, for trusting me with this." Dylan kissed his forehead, before he paused, and then kissed the scars. "I love you, Ryan. And I promise, I'll keep you safe and cared for, okay?"
"As long as I get to keep you safe and cared for, too?" He took Dylan's residual limb in his hand, then, and gave it his own kiss.
"Deal." Dylan laughed, curling back around him.
Ryan was ready, now, to start the rest of their life together, safe and serene as they had always deserved. Schrodinger curling up around their legs was a sweet cherry on top.
#this is a longer and heavy one folks plz read with caution#the quarry#drylan#rylan#radioheads#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#my stuff
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a bit of dominant dylan maybe?? thx!
Ryan's legs jiggled underneath the bar, eyes scanning across the club. He was antsy, of course he was. This wasn't normally his type of scene. But he had a scratch to itch.
Just as he thought the nerves were going to overtake him, he felt someone sit next to him. "Hey there, stranger. Aren't you a pretty one." The taller man side, flagging down the bartender and paying for Ryan's drink.
"H-Hey, hi..." Ryan started, not quite meeting the other man's gaze, but definitely appreciating the fact that he was pretty hot. Big and lanky with a solid middle, soft eyes and a smile that was somehow both pervy and kind.
"I'm Dylan. Switch. Although, I'm in a pretty big dom mood at the moment." He sipped at a glass of water the bartender had given him, leaning over the bar a bit. He had a prosthetic, which he was taping each mechanical finger against the wood of the bar.
"Ryan, um. Also a switch, I-I think at least." Dylan smiled at that and Ryan felt hot under his collar. "But I'm definitely in a submissive mood right now, you know? Just...need to let go."
"Is that right? Can I touch you, Ryan?" Ryan froze a bit at the request. It was a little forward, but he appreciated the ask. It already made him a bit more comfortable with this Dylan. He nodded slowly.
Dylan gently ran his hand up and down Ryan's back, before settling on the back of his neck and squeezing. "T-That's nice."
"Yeah? You like that?" Ryan nodded. "Would you like to spend some time with me tonight, Ryan?"
"...please."
They left the bar, then, passed through the noise of the dancefloor, and Ryan held onto Dylan's hand tightly, his heart up in his throat.
They ended up in one of the back bedrooms. Soundproof with a panic button. It wasn't the first time Ryan had been back in a room like this. But this time felt...different. Special.
"What do you like, Ryan? Would you like me to be mean? Sweet? Hard or soft?" Dylan asked gently as Ryan sat down. Ryan began to undressed, while Dylan rolled up the sleeves of his soft shirt.
"I-I, um, I liked it. When you called me pretty. I just...but I also like, w-when it hurts. Physically." He managed to stumble through. No one had ever been so direct, but also polite, when playing with him like this.
"Understood." Dylan smiled. "How do you feel about blindfolds and rope? Being spanked, hmm?"
"O-Oh, fuck. Um Good. Very good." Ryan managed, trying his hardest not to feel too shy, but it was like this guy could read him. With his stupid goofy smile and floppy hair, Ryan felt like an open book of horny.
"Awesome. I think I have something in mind. Do I have permission to touch you? And make you feel the pain you want?"
"...yes, please."
"Good. What's your safeword, sweetheart?"
"Red."
"Sweet boy. Red means we stop, okay?" Ryan nodded once more, feeling himself harden as Dylan's eyes racked over his form, obviously pleased himself and hard in those ridiculous khakis.
The following scene began to unfold, with Ryan having his arms tied behind his back, surrounded by darkness with a black blindfold. He was hauled over Dylan's lap, having his ass smacked until it was red and aching, until there were tears staining the blindfold darker still.
He begged Dylan to be inside of him, to please take him, he needed it, he needed to feel filled and whole. And Dylan satisfied that need, too, the sound of lube opening it, the feel of fingers probing around his hole, the snap of latex.
The stretch. The pressure. Dylan's lips on his chest, sucking marks into his skin as he thrusted inside.
Ryan lost count after he reached release three times. He was pretty much dry at that point, but the aftershocks of pleasure were welcome.
As the came down from his high, as Dylan gently washed him down and rubbed ointment into his skin, he felt a painful ache. He needed, he wanted, more of this other man.
"You were lovely, Ryan." Dylan cooed in his ear. "So good for me. Really, the best."
"I'm sure you say that to all your pretty boys." Ryan tried not to sound bitter. He didn't have any right to, after all.
"No, not really. I-I don't have any other pretty boys." Dylan admitted, looking sheepish for the first time since, well, they had met. "This is my first time here, actually. I-I'm new to the area, and...well. If I'd known I'd find someone like you, I would have moved here even sooner..."
Ryan was reeling from his words, sitting upright slowly and pulling a pillow to his chest, staring up at Dylan who was dressed in nothing, as bare as Ryan. He reached his hand to his prosthetic and began to remove it. "I'm, wow, um..."
"I figured we could both use a bit of a cuddle." Dylan laughed as he joined Ryan back on the bed, who quickly discarded the pillow in favor of nuzzled up against the other man's chest. "Then I can get your number? If you want to share it, of course..."
"Yeah, yes, that sounds..." Ryan had to fight the urge to yawn, drifting a little as Dylan began running his hand up and down his back once more. "...perfect."
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*banging on my cell walls*
Pose ib @/zmeess on Twitter/X
An older sketch I never got around to finish, but they look exceptionally soft in it 🙏🏼
#cuddling rylan will always be the best thing#they're just MADE FOR CUDDLES#fanart#drylan#the quarry#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler
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Ryan asking to top for the first time, which leaves Dylan confused bc he thought he was just a power bottom (they’re both vers, dylan is just a people pleaser and never asked to bottom)
"I thought, um, maybe, tonight...I could top?" Ryan asked carefully, nervously nibbling on his bottom lip. Dylan froze from where he was half undressed.
"Wait, really?" Dylan's voice was laced with confusion, looking down at an already very pretty and very naked Ryan.
"Yeah, I mean, unless you don't want me, too, man, just-"
"No, no. Wait, stop-" Dylan laughed, pulling off his socks and briefs, leaving him just as bare as Ryan. They stared at each other for a moment, clearly appreciating the sights, until Dylan continued after clearing his throat. "I just, y'know, figured, since you're a little power bottom and all that-"
"Hey!" Ryan blushed, memories of climbing into Dylan's lap and making the larger man gasp as he filled him up.
"What? You totally are!" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just, didn't know you were vers is all, babe."
"I mean yeah, I am. Jeez, can't believe we're having this conversation." Ryan groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "So, what about you?"
"Mmm, well..." Dylan cooed, before crawling onto their bed, making a show of flopping down onto his back and parting his legs. "I like all the Ryan I can get in anyway I can, big guy. Lay it on me. Or uh, in me."
"Dork." Ryan snorted, but he joined Dylan on their bed, taking the lube from the other man. "...can't wait to feel you around me, though, fuck..."
"There's my naughty boy." Dylan groaned as he felt the warming lube against his entrance. "God, I'm so ready to have you inside of me, been dreaming about this..."
Ryan didn't bother replying, simply kissing Dylan's inner thigh, stretching him slowly, deliberately. When he was ready, Dylan panting and open and wanting, he told Ryan he had no need for protection.
He wanted Ryan, all of him, raw.
Ryan was more than happy to give that to him.
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@drylan asked me this forever ago…
And here, finally, is the result:
Wordlessly, the tall boy with the missing hand and the much smaller girl with the gun strapped to her back rose to their feet and started forward. The boy in black, Ryan, skidded to a halt before them, a little out of breath. Had it really been less than a full day since they’d stood in this exact spot in the golden evening light, shooting the shit over mundane topics like luggage and podcasts?
“‘Sup, man?” Dylan said, entirely too casually. He immediately wanted to punch himself, repeatedly, in the face.
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smooch
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climbing class the sequel
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dylan learning that ryan has a size kink
"You want something to wear for tonight?" Dylan asked as he shuffled around his dorm room, thankful he didn't have roommate. That meant that Ryan could spontaneously sleep over whenever they felt like it.
"S-Sure, yes, please." Ryan said quietly, taking the offered long-sleeved t-shirt and tugged it over his head. Dylan himself tossed on some pajamas and flopped down on his bed.
Ryan seemed transfixed, running his fingers along the the edges of the borrowed shirt, how it reached the top of his thighs. Call Dylan possessive, but his boyfriend looked really good in his clothes. "What, not to your liking?" He teased.
"N-No, it's...really comfy, just...you're so big." Ryan blurted out and Dylan's mouth hung open.
"I-I mean I've put on some weight, m-maybe-" Dylan stammered, because, well, Ryan's never said something like that before. And, well, Dylan had put on a little bit of weight after losing a ton after Hackett's Quarry.
"No, no, not like that, I-I meant..." Ryan flushed, flailing his arms in the sleeves that were a bit too long before hiding his face for a moment.
"Deep breathes, I'm not made at you, dude, promise..." Dylan reassured him, sitting back upright as Ryan crawled onto the bed.
"I mean y-you're bigger than me. Like, your clothes, a-and your hands...and feet..."
"Ooo, feet!"
"Shut up." Ryan shoved him a little. "I-It's hot, I mean, is...is that weird?"
"I mean, I do like being able to do this..." Dylan grinned, before he wrapped his handless arm around Ryan, pulled him easily into his lap, falling back onto the bed. "...so, maybe I like being bigger than you. You're fun to toss around."
"You suck."
"Your boner doesn't think I do...or maybe it does."
"Shut up, man!" Ryan blushed, but he leant down, giving Dylan a deep kiss. "You're so hot and big and... it's stupid."
"Yeah? Well, you're hot as fuck, too." Dylan crept his hand down, making a show of how easy it was to squeeze a large portion of Ryan's hip. Then trailed back to squeeze his ass cheek.
"I want you." Ryan blurted out.
"Yeah?" Dylan teased.
"Yeah." He replied, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Sounds good." Dylan purred, reaching over for supplies from his bedside table. "Keep the shirt on, though, looks cute on you."
Ryan obliged, tugging off his underwear and sliding back into Dylan's lap, excited for the rest of the night.
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jacob is an ally
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Dylan waking up from a nightmare and trying to comfort himself bc that’s what he’s used to (neglectful parents 👎) , forgetting that Ryan is literally right there and so willing to comfort him
When Ryan wakes, he finds the bed next to him warm, but empty. It's dead silent, Schrodinger still curled up in a ball at the foot of their bed. Obviously, a missing Dylan at 3 am is a cause for concern.
So Ryan is up, moving before he's even fully awake in search of his boyfriend. He finds him pacing in the kitchen, tears in his eyes, desperately rubbing his shoulder with his remaining hand, hiding his residual limb against his chest.
"Hey-" Ryan says gently, but it makes Dylan jump regardless. "...what's up, man?"
"Nothing, just a bad dream. I-It's fine." There's a fake chipper tone to his voice that he should know doesn't work on Ryan. Not anymore at least.
"No, it isn't fine. You're crying."
"Ryan-"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" He says too quickly, before flinching at himself. "Not now, at least, I just...w-want to try and forget it, I..."
"Okay, it's okay..."
"No, it isn't. You were dead and bleeding and-" Dylan crumbles then, nearly doubling over as the tears fell fresh. Ryan is at his side instantly, pulling him into his arms and running his hands down his back.
"I'm sorry, it's okay, we're here. It's all over. We're safe, man. We're safe." Ryan continues his mantras over and over, Dylan slowly steadying his breathing, pulling back only to press their foreheads together.
"Thank you, love..." He whispers, voice soft and secret and tired. Ryan kisses him.
"Don't need to thank me. We take care of each other, right? No matter what."
"Right."
"C'mon, let's make you some Sleepytime tea..."
"Oh! Can I have honey in it?"
"Of course." Ryan promises, relieved to have Dylan nearly draping himself on his side.
No more terrifying nights alone from now on, he decides.
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askbox closed again for now, will slowly work on prompts, thank u
askbox is open again for rylan prompts
just for a little bit~
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path chosen
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Asexual Ryan 🤝 Horny little fuck Dylan
Dylan is sweet. A little obnoxious (in the best way), but incredibly sweet. And so incredibly easy to please.
All Ryan has to do is exist. Function. Be. And Dylan just loves it. Loves him. And Ryan loves him in return, of course. It took some ebb and flow, some candid discussions, but they're happy to have found things that work for them.
Ryan has a low sex drive, he doesn't often need or desire physical release. Dylan has no issue matching Ryan's pace, happy to sate his much higher sex drive with his own touch. But, Ryan is just as happy to still provide Dylan some material. After all, he just needs to be, anyways, for Dylan.
Like tonight. Easy to please Dylan, sitting at the bottom of their shower, eyes glazed over as he stares up at Ryan. All Ryan is doing is washing himself down, nice and slow in the steamy water. It feels good, of course, to relax and get clean after a long day.
But for Dylan, it's everything, eyes zeroed in on his love. His hand soapy as he strokes himself slowly, breath hitching. "Oh, Ryan, oh, wow..." He gasps.
"Hi, Dylan..." Ryan smiles as he turns to face the spray, Dylan letting out a grown, no doubt appreciating Ryan's backside. He can hear his lover's breath hitching, faster and faster still. Ryan turns back around to face him, arching a bit into the warm water, holding Dylan's heated gaze with his own patient gaze.
Then a soft, broken moan breaks out. It's like music to Ryan's ears, hearing his sweet lover reach completion, knowing it's sated him. And Ryan was the cause of that.
After a few moments, Dylan stands up slowly, Ryan gently offering his arms to keep him upright on wobbly legs. "Was that nice, babe?" He chuckles and gives Dylan's jaw a soft kiss.
"So nice, real nice." Dylan hums, still a little drifted in the afterglow. "Love you."
"Love you, too." Ryan echoes, fetching some more soap. "Let's get you clean now, okay?"
" 'kay, thank you..."
"You're welcome."
Another lovely night together.
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never thought i'd see a markiplier and dylan lenivy crossover but i love this
we don't talk about dylan being an absolute tank enough
like is he super fast or strong? not necessarily
but oh man you can't knock him over easily, at all
he's got a freakishly high pain tolerance mayhaps hidden pain kink
and is still pretty big and wide as always good for cuddles but also good for defense
he probably can drink everyone else under the table, same with a little puffpuff pass
which is beneficial cause ryan is a lightweight
idk where i was going with this but ryan enjoys his very solid bf
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weighted blanket dylan and ryan who soaks up the attention
"Hi." Dylan's voice was soft, a low timbre, gentle and coiling in Ryan's skull. It was a welcome reprieve from a very loud, tiring day. "Long day?"
Ryan shifted a little as Dylan sat down on the bed next to him, his large hand coming over and stroking through Ryan's hair, down to the back of his neck and rubbing the base of his skull. "Too loud, and, God, I hate my math professor."
"I know, babe, I'm sorry. Just one more semester and you'll be done." Dylan continued his gentle ministrations on Ryan's neck and skull, before he shifted down slowly. "Someone is still a little tense..."
"Y-Yeah, I guess..." His face burned. Even after being together for years at this point, Dylan still made butterflies and caterpillars fill up his insides. "...I just, you know, um..."
"I know what you need." Dylan reassured him gently. "May I?"
"...okay. Yeah. Yes." Ryan nodded slowly as Dylan's hand began to move, pushing him upright to help him tug off his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving him only in his soft cotton briefs.
Dylan followed, now as bare as Ryan. He dimmed the bedroom lights and turned on their white noise machine, followed by the lighting of lavender candles.
It was one of the few stronger scents both of them liked. As he sauntered back over after lighting the last candle, Ryan began to turn slightly, still feeling a bit shy as he looked back at Dylan.
"Easy, big guy. I'm here." Dylan grinned, his voice still gentle and tender. He reached over to their bedside table and fetched Ryan's earplugs, the set that drowned out just enough to let him sink deeper into this calm space.
Ryan popped them in, before pulling one of the pillows to lay his head on.
Then, oh finally, Dylan draped himself over the other man. Slowly, skin against skin, the soft and heavy warmth of Dylan soaking past his skin into Ryan. Deep, past his own skin, flesh, and bones, down to his soul. A type of warmth and weight that had him sigh and finally let go.
Every part of his body was covered by a part of Dylan, except for one of his hands and his head, as Dylan had settled to nuzzle his head into the side of Ryan's neck, soft lips giving a well desired kiss.
Ryan took a deep breath, feeling his back somehow get impossibly closer to Dylan's chest. Dylan's breath in sync, making sure the ebb and flow of their breathing helped maintain that intimate closeness.
"Not crushing you, am I?" Dylan whispered, his soft hairs a rare pleasant tickle against Ryan's neck.
"You are." Ryan hummed. "But it's perfect."
With a quick, lovely squeeze of their bodies and the presence of Schrodinger hopping onto the bed to rest next to them, they could both finally rest.
The luxurious weight of his lover along his back was always just what Ryan needed.
#my stuff#fanfic#ficlet#the quarry#drylan#rylan#radioheads#dylan lenivy#ryan erzahler#another banger prompt thank you
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ryan sees dylan in a bar a year or so after the events at hacketts quarry and they haven’t talked since court, and they angry fuck in the bathroom
Ryan froze, then and there. It was as if someone had dropped an ice bucket down the length of his back. But how could he not feel that way with...with him here, in front of him?
So many memories flashed through his brain in that moment. Dylan's coy words, his flirting, the taste of his lips mixed with cheap stolen beer, the sounds of his cries, the shrill pitch of his voice as he screamed...the taste of his blood, as he splashed against Ryan's lips. How it coated them both.
The sad, forlorn looks in a hospital, in a court room, the final goodbye that apparently wasn't as final as he thought.
He has a moment, only a moment, to turn away. To leave this place he had stumbled upon randomly one night as some from of an escape from everything. Because Dylan hadn't noticed him yet.
But then he did.
Ryan himself had bleached his hair, covered himself in piercings and ink, even more than before everything happened. He preferred the outlet, the escape. Maybe if he looked different from back then, he could forget all those memories. He could be a different person.
Dylan looked a bit rougher around the edges. His hair had grown down to his shoulders, soft stubble graced the lower half of his face, and his clothes were a bit crumbled.
He eyed Ryan a little, draping his armless hand across the surface of the bar. At least he seemed less self conscious about it now. "Fancy meeting you here, big guy."
"H-Hey." Ryan offered as he sat next to Dylan, waving the bartender down and ordering himself a drink, then, thinking better, ordered another for what Dylan was having, too.
"That's all you have to say, man? 'Hey?'" He kept his voice low, to not draw suspicion from the other guests and the bartender, but as Ryan took a swig of his own freshly placed drink, he knew there was a dangerous edge there.
He thought carefully as he gripped his glass. "I don't know what else to say."
"...unfortunately I think you're telling the truth." Dylan sighed, tossed back the rest of what remained in his glass and began to make quick work of the drink Ryan had given him. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"S-Sure, man, of course." There was a tension there, between them, something tight. Ryan kept waiting for it to snap, as they sat there, listening to the shitty music and sipping on overpriced liquor.
"You really weren't the best with words, though. Not unless you were telling those fucking campfire stories for the brats." He snorted and then continued. "You always were better with actions, huh, Ry-Guy?"
Dylan stood up, placing some cash on the bar, and Ryan almost flinched. Not because he was afraid that Dylan would hurt him. No. But because he knew he needed to act, he needed to do something, before Dylan left.
He couldn't lose him again. He couldn't be selfish and cut him off again. This was another chance, this was-
Ryan's brain froze once more as he took in the fact Dylan didn't head out the front door. No. He looked back at Ryan, eyes deep and soulful and so fucking angry. And then he headed to the bathroom.
His body began to move on it's own then, mirroring Dylan as he tossed some bills on the counter, the bartender giving him this almost knowing look that made him a bit nauseous.
Brushing it off, though, he trailed behind Dylan, relieved to find the men's bathroom to be a single stall and, incidentally, unlocked. He locked it behind him.
"You seemed so eager to leave us all behind before and now you're following me after I take a piss?" Dylan laughed, but there was definitely some bite to it.
"I-I'm sorry, I..." The words failed to come, the meaning and desire to connect there but dammit, he really was just fumbling, struggling, to find the right thing to say.
Dylan stood up from the sink and took a few steps forward, effectively pinning Ryan against the bathroom door. "Stop speaking with your words. Do it with your hands."
Ryan could see now, feel it, the heat radiating off of Dylan. Not just the anger. The sadness. The fear. And the desire. Burning red hot above almost all else.
Quickly, he switched their positions, pushing Dylan against the surprisingly sturdy door and kissing him breathless. Dylan invited him in, tongue and lips and teeth, nearly biting and sucking on each other as he panted. Ryan loved each new noise he made, especially the additional puffs of breath when he tugged on his hair.
He slid to his knees, unzipping Dylan's jeans and sucking him down instantly. It tasted like sweat and skin, earthy with a twinge of body soap. Ryan relished in it, the way his jaw ached and how Dylan tugged at his own bleached locks, making a blonde joke in between his desperate moans.
Once he was good and wet, Ryan pulled his own pants down, demanded Dylan finish the job, and he did.
How convenient this crummy little bar bathroom had individual packets of lube for a quarter in a little machine hung up on the wall?
Dylan thrusts his own name and curses out of Ryan's mouth, until he bites back into it with his own swollen lips, swallowing each gasp and moan and cry.
After, Ryan cried. He couldn't help it. Not because he regretted it, but because of how tenderly Dylan held him, how he gently caressed his face and kissed his lips.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's alright now."
Ryan would go home with him that night. No more goodbyes.
#my stuff#fanfic#ficlet#the quarry#drylan#rylan#radioheads#ryan erzahler#dylan lenivy#oh this prompt spoke to me thank u
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how rylan became official
"So, um..." Dylan started, laid heavily against Ryan as they sat beneath the lodge stairs.
They were sticky, sweaty, gross, and covered in dried blood from various sources, including Dylan himself. But they were both just too tired to do anything but lean against each other.
Selfishly, Dylan loved the added contact. And sure, maybe he was a bit woozy from limb and blood loss. But he just had to ask. After surviving that night and waiting to see what the future would hold for them, he just had to.
"What's up, man?" Ryan offered after clearing his throat, not moving away as Dylan's head slipped to his shoulder.
"Did you...really wanna kiss me? At the party?"
"Uh, duh."
"Hey!"
"I picked you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but..." Was it pity? Or something else equally as sad?
"That's not really what you want to ask though, is it?" And when the fuck did Ryan get that intuitive? Perhaps Dylan had underestimated how much the other man had paid attention to him.
"No, it isn't. I just...do you...would you ever, y'know, like me?"
"Like you?"
"Y'know like..."
"Like a boyfriend." Ryan grew quiet for a moment, before running a hand down his side, pulling him in closer from where he had slipped down a bit. "Yeah, I...I'm up for that. I-if you still like me after, the whole...cutting your hand off thing."
"Holy shit!" Dylan laughed, voice loud and body shaking as he grins at Ryan. He was definitely losing it, overtired and a bit crazed after everything. "Ryan Erzahler is my boyfriend...wow."
"And Dylan Lenivy is mine."
As Ryan looked down at where Dylan had sunk into his side once more, he tilted his chin back and kissed him gently.
...maybe it was worth the werewolves after all.
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