#shyan handholding

[psychicbergara]

that prev ask got me thinking and the whole "shane doesn't believe in ghosts but he believes in ryan" thing gets me every fuckin time, i swear.

just, "i don't believe this buzzfeed sideshow will go anywhere, but i'l believe in you, and be your co-host." "i don't believe ghosts or demons or real, but i believe in you, so i'll go globetrotting with you while we hunt them down." "i don't believe we'd be able to start a company and have it go somewhere, but i believe in you, and your love and passion and care, so i'll quit my job and do it."

IT'S SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!!!!! the bond, the devotion, the relationship, platonic or otherwise..... i'm just *clenches fist* i care abt those guys sm -shyan handholding anon, currently having Emotions

GOD im so sorry im late to answering this anon!!

but believe me I GET IT!! their devotion to each other their bond is so beautiful fr. like they really love each other and it spills out of them everyday 🥺 like ive said this several times before but ill say it again- they are the MOST romantic pair of platonic soulmates ive ever seen.

and i just love seeing it, how much they just LIKE each other and want to be in each other's company all the time. they're business married!! they're chosen family!! they're best friends!!! UGH i love them so bad

[cellard0ors]

Drabble: Handholds

In response to this post by @80-percent-leg, didn’t want to hijack their post since maybe non-shyan people would want to reblog it! But this is my response to that post about Ryan’s hair - like, who doesn’t love the handholds?

(rating: M)

Shane hates this.

Okay, no, that’s not true – he, in fact, loves it. After all, who wouldn’t love this kind of attention? The kind of attention that involves Ryan’s mouth?

But see, here’s the thing…

He’s whimpering. Shane hates the whimpering. Of all people, he should not be whimpering. But how can he not when Ryan’s sucking him down so greedily? For fuck’s sake, the air is filled with the obscene sounds of it. Slurping, hungry humming and Jesus, he’s not going to last long, because while he hates the whimpering, he loves what’s happening and Ryan’s hair.

Ryan Bergara grew out his goddamn hair and now it’s the perfect thing to hold on to. Fluffy, curly handfuls of it to grab and squeeze as Ryan feasts on him and the whine that leaves Shane is worse than any of the whimpering.

But this hair – and these shoulders. His long, lanky legs probably look ridiculous as they are now – flung over Ryan’s shoulders, but Ryan’s been so focused on bulking himself up lately that it feels fucking fantastic.

Strong muscles bunching under Shane’s skinny knees and oh, yes! That sweet slip of Ryan’s tongue along the head of his dick, the very tip teasing the seam and the whimpering and whining have moved on to full out moans. Shane’s never thought of himself as very loud, but he feels loud now, because he can hear his ecstasy echoing back to him.

More so when one of Ryan’s hands finds his taunt balls, cradles them gently – plays with them and Shane is worried Ryan’s newly grown out hair won’t survive, because he’s tugging at it so hard.

His sweaty fingers coil around strands, fully embedded and entwined and then Ryan lets out this absurdly pleased sound – as if he likes Shane pulling on his hair as if he likes swallowing his cock and oh no, oh no, ohhhh…

Shane falls apart. He loses himself entirely. Christ, he doesn’t even have time to warn Ryan before he unravels, shooting down his throat. Ryan, for his part, seems unfazed (happy, even) as he swallows every last drop. Shane falls back boneless (ha!) and dumb. It’s been a long time since he’s cum his brains out.

But he’s pretty goddamn sure his brain is just that. Out. Lost. Gone. Bye-bye little grey cells…

Ryan rearranges them, mouth leaving Shane’s cock. Lowering his legs away from his shoulders. He wipes the back of one hand along his swollen, luscious red lips before attempting to crawl up Shane’s body. Attempt being the word as he lets out a hoarse chuckle, “Shane?”

“Mmm?” Honestly, he’s impressed he can manage any kind of speech right now.

“You gonna let go, bud?”

Shane frowns, puzzled, confused – still so, so stupid. Let go of what? Then he realizes his hands are still entrapped in Ryan’s hair. Another noise leaves him – this one of understanding – as he disentangles himself, releasing his hold on the shaggy black mess.

And boy, what a mess.

Ryan’s hair is gloriously disheveled, a clear sign of bed sport as he finally moves up Shane’s body, collecting him into his arms, “Good, I take it?”

Shane doesn’t feel like he needs to dignify that with a response, but his head bobs regardless. Ryan giggles and kisses his forehead, “So…you okay with me growing this ol’ mop out?”

“Hand hold,” is all he manages to rasp and it’s not really what he meant to say. He’d planned on something witty, something clever. But – again – brain loss. Ryan just grins and pulls him close and yeah, Shane may hate whimpering, but man, he does love the hair.

[themartinarchives]

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