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NAME: Untitled Ryan/Dylan The Quarry fanfic.

FANDOM: The Quarry

Ship: Dylan Lenivy/Ryan Erzahler

RATING: Explicit

Summary:

Dylan pulls back and gazes into Ryan’s eyes. “You’re as stiff as a board, big guy. Some guys get off on that but not me. I don’t like peace and quiet.”

“Are you seriously quoting known necrophile Henry Lee Lucas?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, from your podcast, remember?”

“During sex?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Author’s note: Some The Quarry porn I wrote years ago. I remembered it when I booted up Until Dawn.

“Are you, the man that can’t be moved, actually scared?” Dylan asked.

“I’m not scared, this is just dumb.” Ryan said before he turned his head to watch Dylan. Dylan’s eyes were shiny and liquid in the lowlight.

They’re lying shoulder to shoulder in a tight bunk bed. The cabin they’re in is empty, the scent of pine in the air. It was warm—the summer night swept over Hackett’s Quarry. It was dark and quiet since the campers were having one last hoorah by the lake. The rest of the consolers were with them, telling stories and roasting marshmallows over the red fire in the deep dark forest. It left Ryan and Dylan watching the stars leaking through the ceiling. The low, tinny pop song bled from the radio. Dylan’s sweaty arm stuck on Ryan’s. Ryan is going to lose his virginity to smart ass Dylan who he just realized he had a crush on earlier this morning, when he watched him make the announcements. He always had the worst timing. Well, like summer, it wasn’t meant to last forever. Ryan isn’t the going steady type anyway.

“Well, we’re leaving tomorrow and you’re super indecisive.” Dylan said.

“Oh, so you’re not?”

“No. I think I should be top.” Dylan shrugs as he props his head up with his left hand. He uses his other one to stroke Ryan’s cheek with his rough index finger, tracing circles into his skin. Ryan tried to control his breathing as Dylan watched his mouth before looking into his eyes again.

“So, you’re just immovable? Stubborn?” Ryan asked.

“Like a Shetland pony.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘like a mule’?”

“I know what I’m about, Ryan.” Dylan said. “You still want to do this, right?”

“Have sex? Yeah…”

“And we can’t decide who the top should be. So, Rock Paper Scissors is a totally legit way to pick who the pillow princess is.”

“Who’s the what now?”

“Pillow princess.” Dylan said it again, like it would make sense repeated. “Guy who sits back and takes it.”

“You make it sound easier than it actually is.”

“How do you know it’s not easy? You’ve never done it.”

“Neither have you.”

“Okay, true.” Dylan said. “But…how about this: you can pretend I’m Mr. H, if it makes you feel any better.”

Ryan’s face pricked with sweat as he glanced at the mosaic of water stains in the ceiling. Chris’s sandpaper rough hand as he gripped the back of Ryan’s neck—tight, tight, tight—the smell of his woody ginger aftershave. His deep chuckle rumbling through him, his slick skin when he held Ryan close to him after the right number of beers. Ryan licked his dry, flaky bottom lip. His face must be red. Good thing this cabin was shadow soaked. He was hidden in the golden light.

“You’re a dick.” Ryan said.

“Everyone knows you have a thing for him.”

“Define ‘everyone.’”

“The people that matter, like me and Kaitlyn.”

“I don’t have a thing for Chris.”

“Isn’t that like, illegal?”

“No, we’d both be consenting adults.” Ryan says. “If he…if I were interested.”

“Yeah.” Dylan says with a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, Jailbait.”

“I don’t think you know what that word means.” Ryan says. “Are we doing this or not?”

“Rock Paper Scissors?” Dylan asks, laying back down to watch the ceiling above them. “Yeah. If you’re still up for it.”

“Fine. I can think of dumber ways to lose my virginity.”

“Best out of three and no ifs, ands, or buts if you lose.” Dylan says. “One, two, three, go!”

Ryan gets paper. Dylan gets rock.

“That’s how we do.” Ryan says.

“Don’t celebrate too hard, Champ.” Dylan says, using Chris’s nickname for Ryan, making Ryan’s swallow thickly. “We still have two rounds left.”

“One, two, three…go.” Ryan says.

Ryan gets paper. Dylan gets scissors.

“This feels so right.” Dylan says. “Okay, final round. One, two, three, go!”

Ryan gets rock. Dylan gets…Paper. He lost.

“And the winner is me. I’d like to thank my family and friends.” Dylan says. “Your ass is mine, Erzahler.”

Ryan swallows dryly as Dylan moves to get between his legs. The man’s chest presses against his, hot and heavy, weighing him down into the mattress. Dylan’s drowned in Versace Eros. It had enchanted Ryan since the first day at Hackett’s Quarry. Dylan’s hands frames Ryan’s side, firm and hot, holding him in place. Dylan presses his lips against Ryan’s and steals his breath away. It’s Ryan’s first kiss—not Dylan’s. The man had kissed other people, but he said it never went any further than that. Now they will. Dylan licks against Ryan’s gated lips and Ryan opens his mouth. Dylan tastes like cherry coke and Ryan thinks he’ll remember that on his deathbed. His face burns, his heart races. He gingerly wraps his arms around Dylan’s waist and holds him close. Dylan smiles against his mouth, dragging one of his hands up Ryan’s side, crushing up his shirt until his hot, rough, sweat silky, big hand on Ryan’s lower stomach. Ryan goes still, not sure what he should do.

Dylan pulls back and gazes into Ryan’s eyes. “You’re as stiff as a board, big guy. Some guys get off on that but not me. I don’t like peace and quiet.”

“Are you seriously quoting known necrophile Henry Lee Lucas?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, from your podcast, remember?”

“During sex?”

“Yeah, why not?”

Ryan chuckles. Leave it to Dylan to make an awkward situation less awkward by being awkward. Fighting fire with weird ass fire. He’s one of a kind. It’ll be so hard to leave him. Sucks they waited until the last night to hook up, experiment, love each other. They didn’t even get the chance to carve their name into a tree like Emma and Jacob did—not that it mattered. He heard that relationship extinguished like the flames of the campfire before bed. Maybe what Ryan and Dylan were going to do is better. Make it a night to remember and then depart and not have to worry about jealousy, falling out of love, arguing just like his parents, and Dylan finding out that he was just an indecisive, scared kid under his ‘stoic’ exterior. Still…

Ryan takes in every fluttering eyelash, the brown fleck of stardust at the bottom of his chin, the updo of brown hair—his pupils black in the golden light, as shiny as the night sky freckled with stars. He searches Dylan’s face, not sure what he’s looking for. He tries to commit him to memory, but it feels like tracing his shadow on the cabin wall or writing their names in the shore of Lake Septimus—when Hackett Quarry disappears, so will Dylan.

He cups Dylan’s warm, satin cheek. “I thought my job was to lay here and take it. I’m your…’pillow princess.’

“It’s even hotter when you say it.” Dylan says. “Seriously, though. Are you…good?”

“Yeah.” Ryan half-lies. He lifts his knees, digging his heels into the springy mattress, his thighs bordering Dylan’s hips, the front of their jeans rubbing together, causing Ryan to take a shuddery breath as he hardens under the delicious friction. Dylan bows his head, tangling his fingers in the hem of Dylan’s shirt. He balls the material in his fist and pulls up until the slight, summer breeze brushes over Ryan’s nipples. Ryan gasped and holds on to Dylan’s side to anchor himself as the man drinks him in deep through his mouth, almost hard enough to bruise. Dylan’s moves are so abrupt, and rough like he can’t wait to get to Ryan. It makes Ryan harder—someone wanting him so badly they couldn’t be gentle about it. Most of the people in his life made him feel unloved unwanted but Dylan seems like he’d die if they stopped right now.

“If we don’t undress I might just fucking explode.” Dylan says as he sits back on his knees between Ryan’s legs.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan says. “I guess we should hurry up before a kid drowns or needs a playlist or something.”

“Hey, my job is just as important as yours.” Dylan says as it tapers off into a laugh. Ryan sits up a little before hooking his fingers under his shirt. Dylan puts his hand on Ryan’s to stop him. “I want to undress you, pillow princess.”

“Hm. I’m starting to think you’re not using that term ironically.” Ryan says as he lays back down. Dylan smiles and hooks his fingers under the hem of Ryan’s shirt. He moves it up, Ryan lifts his arms to help Dylan pull it off. The man balls the shirt up and tosses it to the floor. Before Ryan can protest, Dylan pressed their mouthes together, kissing him deep, wet, hot, and obscenely good. Ryan’s eyes flutter close—his face is on fire, brain getting foggy like he’s three beers deep, as he opens up to Dylan. He places his hand on Dylan’s lower back and stroked the smooth skin there. Dylan pulls away and Ryan’s lips burn with the distance between them. Dylan unbuckles Ryan’s belt before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper. Dylan moves back and yanks Ryan’s jeans off, the jangling of his belt louder than the morning birds in the clear mornings.

Ryan’s just in his black boxers and white socks. He crosses his arms as Dylan watches him with his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly apart, like he was in awe of him. Ryan’s sure his own face is colored red.

“You are extremely hot. I mean, how do you not fall in love with your own reflection?” Dylan says. “I’ve been dreaming about this all summer.”

“Yeah…why didn’t we do this sooner?” Ryan asks.

“Because you ooze straight guy.” Dylan says. “I had to learn that Ted Bundy likes brunette, middle class white women to even start a conversation with you.”

“Guess I’m not good at picking up hints, huh?”

“No, you’re clueless. Let’s hope you pick up the next thing I’m laying down: my dick.” Dylan says as he strips off his shirt, his milk pale chest and abdomen lightly muscled and shiny with sweat. Ryan swallows a lump in his throat as Dylan steps out of his blue jeans, now equal to Ryan in his cranberry red boxer briefs.

“Mmmm. Smooth. Your wit knows no bounds.” Ryan says, a little more at ease. Maybe Dylan’s secretly a genius, because with every dumb joke the man makes, Ryan’s walls crumble a little more.

Ryan lets his gaze wander from Dylan’s legs, past his bulge, until he meets those dark eyes again. Dylan smiles and flexes his arm muscles.

“You…have a condom, right?” Ryan asks.

“Uh, no.” Dylan says as if Ryan asked him a dumb question. “We don’t need one.”

“Chris told me I should always use condoms…”

“Mr. H gave you the talk? That must’ve been the most confusing jerk off sesh of your life.”

“I’m not crushing on Mr. Hackett.” Ryan said. “You think Jacob has any?”

“Any what?”

“Condoms.”

“We’re each other’s first so we don’t need any.”

“Yeah, but they’re slick so it’ll make it easier for you to…you know, yeah.”

“I have lotion in my bag. I’ll just use a ton of it.” Dylan says. “Ryan, big guy, I got you. Just lie back and let Dylan handle it, okay?”

“You’re a little too confident, Dylan.” Ryan says. They watch each other, Ryan’s arms crossed and Dylan’s hands on his own hips. It’s like a game to see who breaks first, who’d be the first one to take off their underwear. “We should remove—“

“Get our dicks out. Got it.” Dylan finishes. He smiles and pulls down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. His hard cock springs free—Ryan’s not really a porn guy so he only had like six other dicks to compare Dylan’s to. It looks big—bigger than Ryan’s, uncircumcised, with dark hair around the base. “Tada.”

“Um, wow.” Ryan tries to think of something sexy to say, but he can’t so he just gives the man a thumbs up. Dylan chuckles.

“Alright. Your turn.” Dylan says, sitting on the end of the bed, watching Ryan intently. Ryan swallowed something thick in his throat, he was sticky with sweat. Dylan did it. It wouldn’t be fair to chicken out now. Ryan can’t pretend his dick wasn’t aching, Dylan wasn’t beautiful, and they didn’t only have tonight. His stomach tightens, what if he was a trash lay and the last thing Dylan saw of him is him sucking in bed? He takes a deep breath.

“What are you thinking about?” Dylan asks. He seems genuinely concerned, not like his usual sardonic edge, so Ryan comes clean.

“Just…I’ve never had sex with someone, so what if I’m bad at it?”

“Oh, you’re going to be bad at it.” Dylan says “So will I. We’re each other’s first, remember?”

“So why are we doing it?”

“Because, I heard sex is like pizza. Even when it’s really bad, it’s still really good, ya know?”

“That weirdly makes sense.” Ryan says.

“I do that sometimes. Now take off your underwear. I’ve reached the limits of my patience.”

Ryan nods as he moves his hands to the black band of his underwear, his hands trembling slightly, from fear or arousal, he doesn’t know. Dylan’s gaze burns like a brand. Ryan takes a deep breath to steady himself as he pulls his underwear down his thighs, they get caught on his raised knees. Dylan grabs the bottom of Ryan’s underwear and pulled them the rest of the way down, taking them off Ryan’s ankles.

Ryan was about to protest but Dylan was on him, pressing their slick mouthes together, their skin dewy from sweat, the smell of Dylan’s cologne overwhelming, their dicks glancing off each other’s causing Ryan to moan into the kiss. Dylan snuggles between Ryan’s open legs as Ryan turns his head to the side to suck in breath. Everywhere they connected, burned. Dylan lands a wet kiss on Ryan’s temple before he moves his mouth down enough for his teeth to scrape against Ryan’s jugular. Ryan shivers with pleasure, his dick getting harder as the man bites down, sure to leave a mark. That’ll take some explaining tomorrow, but tonight, Ryan doesn’t mind it.

Dylan drags his nails down Ryan’s side, making him shiver and sure to leave red marks. He devours Ryan’s mouth again, drinking him like he was the elixir of life and Dylan was fucking dying. Dylan moves his hips against Ryan’s, their chest pushed together like Dylan was trying to scent him up, mark him as his possession. Ryan had never belonged to someone, had never had anyone who cared about him enough for that. He never felt wanted and even though sex is a temporary, fleeting ego boost, it felt good to belong to someone. To belong to Dylan.

Dylan sat up on his knees, his thighs propping up and open Ryan’s legs. Dylan reached behind him into the open gym bag and took out Lubriderm. His hands were slightly shaking as he smiled at Ryan, now the cool guy façade is starting to flinch.

“So, I guess I’m not worth a lotion that’s more than six dollars?” Ryan joked, trying to ease the mood.

“It’s handy in a pinch and trust me, they’ve been a lot of pinches this summer since you’ve been walking around with your shirt off.”

Ryan blushed. Here goes nothing. “You’re beautiful, Dylan.”

Dylan looked away as a smile spread on his face. His cheeks were dusted pink in the low light. He tightened the grip on the bottle before releasing it. He pressed down the top and gathered a lump of white in the palm of his hand. He put the lotion to the side and rubbed his palms together. It looked stickier than lubricating. Ryan swallowed thickly. Dylan rubbed his slick hand over his own dick, shuddering, stroking himself from hilt to tip.

A heavy wave of want crashed over Ryan as he bit his bottom lip. He moved his hand toward his own dick but Dylan slapped it away and replaced it with his own hands. His grip was hot, tight, and slick, making Ryan’s toes curl as his breathing sped up. The man stroked him, using long, leisurely motions. Ryan felt like he was going to melt as the sound of his breathing filled the small cabin.

“Dylan.” He groaned out. Dark eyes met his as the man had a crooked smile, like Dylan needed another excuse to be cocky, but Ryan couldn’t help it. Jerking off had never felt this good. Dylan kept stroking him with one hand while he used his other slick hand to rub against Ryan’s entrance. He dipped his finger in, and Ryan flinched. It didn’t burn, but he was concerned that even that little bit of Dylan’s finger felt big and intruding.

“Are you okay?” Dylan asked, never stopping stroking his dick.

“That certainly…is a sensation.” Ryan said.

“I wouldn’t know because I’m the big, handsome top.” Dylan said as he pushed his finger until it was buried up to the root in Ryan. Ryan’s gasp echoed through out the room as he tangled his fingers in the sheets below him and clenched his toes. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before—he wasn’t sure if that’s a bad or good thing, but the finger felt like a lot. Dylan moved his hand from Ryan’s cock and gripped Ryan’s hip hard enough to bruise to keep him in place—Ryan hadn’t realized he was trying to move away from the finger. Dylan made him take his finger as he pulled out and pushed it back in. “How are we doing? Still doing great?”

“I don’t know, just…jeez.” Ryan grabbed his own cock and stroked it enough to let out a breathy sigh as Dylan finger fucked him. Around the tenth pass he loosened up, relaxing his toes until…Dylan pressed something deep inside him, causing his dick to leak come. He moaned and took a shuddery breath.

“Bingo.” Dylan said as he pressed on Ryan’s prostate hard enough to make Ryan delirious. “The look on your face is almost enough to make me fucking blow it right here.”

Ryan couldn’t do anything but pant and cry out when Dylan removed his finger. He felt empty and open—just wanting to be filled. Dylan climbed over him, his body heat fucking volcanic, as the man grabbed the base of his dick and pressed the head against Ryan’s hole—it was way bigger than Dylan’s finger. Ryan bit his bottom lip as Dylan pushed in with a gasp, stilling with just the tip of his cock in Ryan.

“Fuck.” Dylan said with a shiver. Ryan cupped his sides and pulled him down, Dylan going down easily until he was fully seated in Ryan. God, he was so full—he could almost feel Dylan in his stomach. Their chest were pressed together, Dylan between Ryan’s thighs. They were slick, Ryan’s dick was sensitive and trapped between their bodies, giving him an almost unbearable pleasure. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Dylan freezes on top of him, holding him down with his dick deep inside of him. “This is way better than pizza.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan said breathlessly. “Can we, can you move?”

“Anything for my pillow princess.”

“Would you stop saying—“ Ryan began before Dylan moved, drawing out his cock until just the tip was in Ryan, before pushing back in, knocking a groan out of him. “Oh my god.”

“Yes,” Dylan agreed to a question Ryan didn’t ask, as he fucked him slowly, the springs of the mattress squeaking with each move of his hips. Ryan dragged Dylan down and pressed their mouthes together, drinking in that nectar of cherry cola. It was hot, wet, and animalistic with the spit dripping down his chin. Dylan sped up and increased force, fucking him into the mattress. Ryan takes short, sharp breaths every time he was filled as he clawed at Dylan’s sides. “You feel so good. Better than I imagined, and I have a great imagination.”

“Fuck. Dylan.”

“I am.” Dylan said breathlessly, always the smart ass. Ryan turned his head to the side to suck in breaths, so Dylan placed his wet lips against Ryan’s temple. Ryan felt something cresting within him, it inched closer and closer with every push of Dylan’s hips.

“Dylan, please just—oh my god.” Ryan groaned out. Dylan stilled before pulling out, leaving Ryan stretched open. “What the fuck?”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

“Why?”

“So I can have more control.”

“You don’t have enough already?”

“Ryan, this whole questioning authority thing is getting really old, really fast.” Dylan said. “Now turn around. You won’t regret it.”

“Whatever.” Ryan said. His body is heavy and pleasure drunk as he turned to face the door on his hands and knees. Dylan wasted no time kneeling behind him, gripping his hips tight enough to bruise and filling him up roughly. Ryan cursed as the smacking of the skin and squelching of the lotion made his cheeks burn. If only the others knew what they were doing instead of helping them watch the kids.

“You’re so hot.” Dylan shuddered out. “If only you could see yourself, you’d want to fuck you, too.”

Ryan let out a breathy chuckle that tapered off into a groan as Dylan hit his prostate. The new angle made him feel helpless, with Dylan holding him in place as he made him take his dick. He felt his own dick bouncing with every move of Dylan’s hips. Dylan leaned on his back, weighing him down until his stomach touched the bed. Dylan used one of his hands to cup under Ryan’s throat and tilt his head to the side so their lips can meet. His chest constricted; his breathing shallowed as he breathed through his nose. Sweat sprung on his forehead, he was weighted down as his cock rubbed against the coarse bedsheets almost painfully. He felt something building up inside him as Dylan fucked into him hard, each stab of his dick against Ryan’s prostate cause fireworks to bloom and die between the curtain of his eyes.

He came onto the stale sheets, the pillow muffling his moans, his body shuddering as he clawed the material under him. Dylan fucked him through it, breathy grunts barely audible over Ryan’s breathing. Ryan felt heavy and fucked out, the pleasure overwhelmed him and became tight and painful. Dylan never relented on fucking him. His grip got tighter as his hips sped up. His groans got louder as he fucked into him once, twice before spilling inside him. Ryan didn’t know what come inside him would feel like, but he didn’t know sticky and somehow runny was an option.

“And that’s how it’s done.” Dylan said breathlessly, as cocky as ever. “How was it?”

“Not bad.”

“Man of few words. Yeah, I totally get it. Too stunned by me to speak.” Dylan pulled out, Ryan flinched in pain. Dylan flopped down next to him, turning his head to watch Ryan. Dylan slipped on a smile. Ryan smiled back as he sank into those black tea eyes.

“Sucks that we’re leaving tomorrow.” Ryan said.

“Yeah. I should’ve kissed you first day. Soon as I put down my bags.” Dylan said. “Look, Ryan, I don’t want to be a Jacob about this, but I don’t want us to end.”

“Dylan, c’mon, man. I can’t even decide if I’m going to college or not. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“All I’m asking for is the opportunity.” Dylan said. “You can start by giving me your number and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“You’re relentless.”

“It’s one of my finer qualities.” Dylan said. “So, what do you say, big guy? Star-crossed lovers until we fall madly, deeply, truly in love with each other or until we get bored and bang other people?”

“Pessimistic optimism. Not many like you, Dylan.” Ryan said before moving his face closer and brushing his lips against Dylan’s. He skimmed his thumb on the warm silk skin of Dylan’s lower stomach as Dylan sighed into the kiss before inching back, blowing soft breath into the caesura of their lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dylan said.

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