Ry-Dy Christmas Special 7 | The only way I know how to comfort him is to fuck him good

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Continued directly from the last story

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From Dylan’s POV

“What should I do?” I say, still groggy from being woken abruptly. I focus my eyes on Ryan struggling to put on his pants. “Do I come with you?”

“Stay here. I’ll be back. Fuck!” Ryan jams his foot into his pants and zips up. Before long, he was thumping up the stairs just like his dad was a couple moments ago. 

I lay on the bed, now wide awake, wondering what to do while listening to their footsteps on the ceiling. 

This is their family affair, so I should stay out of it. But I can’t stay here like a coward either. Should I just leave? I’ll have to go up eventually.

The shouting was getting louder every couple of minutes.

Ryan needs me.

“Fuck,” I say to myself as I picked up my cum-stained shirt. Throwing it back on the floor, I rummage through my luggage until I find the gray hoodie and slip it on. 

BANG!

I heard the door slam again and I hurried to put on my pants. Trotting upstairs, I find the living room quiet with just his mom sitting at the dining table. 

“Oh hi Dylan, good morning.” Her feeble smile wasn’t convincing at all.

“Is everything ok? Where’s Ry?” His shoes were gone from the front door. 

“His dad and him went for a little walk to cool down. It’ll be ok.” She sips from her coffee. “Do you want some?”

“Where’d they go?”

“Don’t follow them. Let them talk it out. Take a seat, dear.” She gets up and pours me a cup of coffee.

It’s their family affair, I reminded myself, although I really want to know where Ry is. I don’t think he took his phone with him. I sit down at the table and take the cup from her. “Thank you, ma’am.” 

“Shirley,” she says. “I like you, Dylan. Ryan has never brought a boy home before.”

The coffee was too bitter so I just put it back down. “You do know about Ryan, right?”

“We know. He came out to us before he left home,” Shirley says. “I’ve always known but it was a bit of a shock to his father.”

“Is it going to be okay then?” I used the cup of hot coffee as a hand warmer. 

“It will be okay. Bob just gets heated when he’s uncomfortable. He wasn’t expecting to see you two together like that. He’ll get over it and maybe learn to knock next time.”

I raise one eyebrow in agreement silently and look out the window. 

“You’re worried about him,” she says softly. “You care about Ryan.”

“I do.” I look her in the eye and she smiles. 

“Are you two boyf– partners?” 

I shake my head. “We haven’t talked about it. We actually were housemates to begin with.”

“Love happens in all kinds of ways. Bob was my boss.” Shirley giggles. “I was young once!” Not sure what to say, I take another drink of the bitter liquid from the “Best Dad Ever” mug. 

“You should tell him how you feel. I know my Ryan. He needs to hear it. You know, I think we all need to hear the words.” 

After that conversation, I waited back in the basement for Ryan to return. When he did, he looked exhausted and took off his clothes quietly before coming into the bed.

“Hey…” I opened my arms and he cuddled into my chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine,” he says softly. I close my right hand over his left hand. “He wants us to move the beds apart. Says it’s making him feel weird that we’re right underneath him doing things.”

“Okay.” I put my chin on top of his head. “Is that what we should do?”

“No.”

“Okay. What should we do then?”

“Cuddle.”

I pull his legs so they strew over my lap. I kiss him on the top of his head and he nuzzles into my neck. Involuntarily with him on top of me, I get a boner. It’s not that I want to fuck at the moment, but the deep connection I feel with him along with the physical contact is making me hard naturally.

I just want to hold him.

I just want to make it all better for him.

Ryan felt my erection under him and he reached down to grope my hard-on.

“We don’t have to. I’m not horny.” I kiss him on the top of his head again.

“I want it,” Ryan says, sliding off his underwear and revealing his hard cock. Wanting to make him feel better, I slip my boxers off too and he holds my shaft while he gets in a reverse cowboy position. Once again, I leak uncontrollably like a faucet when he lowers himself on me.

It just feels so right.

“Oh Ry…” I moaned as I entered him.

“Oh…” he moaned softly back at me. I support his buttcheeks to help him descend slowly. 

“Doesn’t hurt?” I kiss his back.

“It feels good…oh…” He sits fully on my shaft.

“Hey,” I whisper to him and he turns his head towards me. I kiss him, trying to say with my lips how I felt.

I’ve missed him today.

I want to make it all better.

I reach around and take his cock in my hand, stroking lightly while I make out with him. I felt the tension melt away from him as I jerked him off, giving him just mini thrusts from up the bed. 

“That feel good?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me Dylan,” I say. Sir doesn't seem right for the moment. “I missed you today.”

“Oh FUCK!” Ryan turns his head forward and I increase my pumps to let him have his moment. His hips rock back on me, letting me know which part inside him he wants me to scratch. 

“Ry,” I called out to him again, wanting to see his face. He turns his head to me and I kiss him deeply again. 

“You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.”

“Do you want to cum?” I fuck him consistently, looking at his face for any clues.

There it is. The way his cheeks blush just before he nuts.

“You know I can’t bottom for long after I cum. You’re going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum!” He says like he’s expecting me to stop.

“Ry,” I whisper again. Ryan tilts towards me again, moaning right in my face. I pull on his bottom lip, stroking him through his escalating whines until his hole starts pulsing on my cock. He whimpers as I suck on his lip, his dick becoming slippery with his cum covering my hand.

“Mmmmmm…” he whimpers as I have him impale himself fully. I take off my shirt behind him and use it to first wipe us up. Then I maneuver us to a spooning position before I pull out of him slowly. 

“Did you cum too?” Ryan says sleepily. 

“Yeah,” I kiss him on the ear. I didn’t, but it’s fine. He’s done more than enough for me. “Go to sleep.”

“Merry Christmas, Dylan,” he mumbles.

Oh, that’s right. It’s the 24th tonight.