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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Rachel_Berry/Quinn_Fabray
  Character:
      Rachel_Berry, Quinn_Fabray, Kurt_Hummel
  Additional Tags:
      Genderswap, Massage, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-31 Words: 1862
****** Muscle Relaxant ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Prompt: Quinton Fabray and Ryan (or Ray) Berry can't stand each
     other, but have been paired up for a school assignment. They argue
     and fight over having to spend extra time away from class together.
     One day, after football practice, Quinton is feeling tense and sore,
     so Ryan decides to give him a massage to loosen him up. Quinton
     reluctantly agrees. Things get heated after the massage and Ryan
     says, "I can blow you if you want me to." (a la S1 Rachel)
"So what class is the project for again? I thought that if you and Quinton were
to ever be paired up, it would be for Glee or something," Kate asked from the
other side of the phone. Ryan hummed absently in agreement, straightening up
his room once again. Perhaps it was irrational to care so much about what his
classmate and enemy (the majority of the time) thought, but Ryan couldn't help
it.
"We have to write a paper for English. We did most of it in class yesterday,
but we need to revise a bit more. He's coming over to my house after football
practice is done," Ryan answered. Kate Hummel, his best friend and preferred
duet partner, snorted through the phone. "What?"
"He's coming to your house?" she laughed again. "Be sure to call me after he
leaves, or else I'll be worried that he's murdered you. This entire situation
spells disaster."
"I'm sure we can be civil enough for an hour. It's not we have to spend an
extended amount of time together," Ryan frowned at his reflection in the
mirror. He smoothed an errant strand of hair down; he really shouldn't care
about looking good for Quinton. Kate was always right about these sorts of
things. "I'll call, but you might not answer. Won't your hands be full of
Blair?"
"Shut up." Ryan smirked; he could see his friend's blushing cheeks as if she
were standing right in front of him. "Fiona will be home. Nothing is going to
happen."
"You two once snuck into my bathroom to make out," Ryan laughed. "I doubt Fiona
is going to keep you two from getting handsy."
"Should I come back later?" Quinton's voice asked from the doorway. Ryan's head
shot up with a shocked expression on his face. Quinton had come straight from
football practice, and his hair was still damp from the locker room showers.
The blonde strands curled slightly, and his shirt was clinging tight against
his chest. Ryan felt heat rise to his cheeks.
"Quinton's here," Ryan rushed out in a voice that sounded just as panicked as
he felt. "I'll call you later, okay, and bye!"
He quickly ended the call, practically throwing his phone across the room in
his haste to distance himself from the conversation Quinton had just overheard.
"Hi, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to work on the project. Did you forget?" Quinton looked at him like
he was a rabid animal; any sudden movements would result in attack.
"No, I'm just surprised! I thought you would be at practice longer," Ryan
embarrassedly rubbed at the back of his neck. He let out an awkward laugh.
Quinton cautiously stepped further into the room; he noticed the slight
stiffness of the blonde's body, and Ryan was sure it wasn't from his presence.
"Santiago twisted his ankle so Bieste let us out early. One of your moms let me
in," Quinton hesitantly took a seat on the bed. Ryan tried not to think of all
of the time he had fantasized about this, with a hand wrapped firmly around his
cock.
So, maybe he had a little crush on Quinton Fabray—it wasn't like he was the
only one. Quinton was easily one of the hottest guys at school and the
Quarterback of the football team. It was cliché and oh so common for the token
gay guy of the school to have a hard on for the star jock.
"Is Santiago alright? We can't have him injured during Regionals," Ryan asked.
"He'll be fine in time. It wasn't that bad an injury," Quinton answered. "Let's
get started on this paper. What do we have left? The conclusion?"
The two sat in silence as Ryan typed out the rest of their essay, Quinton
occasionally offering comments and ideas. Ryan's face became a permanent red,
especially when Quinton leaned over his shoulder, and he could feel the heat of
his chest just inches from his back. It was arousing as hell.
Ryan began to notice that something was off; Quinton kept shifting
uncomfortably and rubbing at his shoulders. The brunette glanced at the jock
from the corner of his eye. The constant movement was distracting, and it was
obvious that Quinton was in pain.
"Are you okay?" he asked, saving the document and closing his laptop.
"Yeah, I'm just a little sore from practice," Quinton answered, once again
rubbing at his shoulder. He stiffened, seemingly remembering who he was talking
to and how much he hated Ryan Berry. "What does it matter?" he snapped. "Get
back to work."
Ryan frowned a bit. "I can't focus with you shifting the bed around. Let me
help."
"How?" Quinton growled.
"I'll give you a massage."
"No way!" Quinton quickly rejected the idea. "I'm not letting you touch me."
Ryan rolled his eyes, trying to hide the pain that comment had caused. "Don't
be stupid; you're obviously in serious pain. If you don't let me help you, you
could injure yourself further. I'm really good at massages; Kate makes me rub
her shoulders all the time after Cheerios practice."
Quinton seemed to think the offer over for a few moments before slowly nodding.
Ryan turned his head to hide his wide smile from the boy. He stood up and
walked towards the bathroom, getting the lotion that Kate had gifted him with.
Ryan cautiously took the spot behind Quinton. "It'll be better if you take your
shirt off."
Quinton muttered something like "pervert" under his breath but did as Ryan
instructed. Ryan's whole body felt hot and itchy with embarrassment. He covered
his hands with lotion and hesitantly began to knead Quinton's tense muscles.
"Is that hard enough?" Ryan asked breathlessly. Quinton moaned quietly at the
feeling of Ryan's dexterous fingers against his skin. Ryan whimpered under his
breath; he was lucky that the blonde was too absorbed in the feeling to notice.
He squeezed his shoulders one last time before balling his hands into fists and
running them down either side of Quinton's spine. The boy shuddered and
straightened, wiggling slightly. Ryan chanced his luck with rubbing his thumbs
over Quinton's lower back. He lightly brushed a finger over the beginning of
his crack, tearing a loud groan from the jock.
It was then that Ryan realized he wasn't the only one hopelessly aroused. A
surreptitious glance at Quinton's front revealed the bulge straining at the
crotch of his jeans. Ryan felt all of his blood rush downward, struggling to
keep up the energy to continue the massage.
"I could blow you if you want me to," Ryan offered quietly. Quinton tensed
against him, but slowly relaxed before letting out a strangled, "Yeah."
Ryan slid of the bed, feeling very subdued despite his straining erection. He
walked to the other side of the bed, where he pulled Quinton off. The blonde
looked at him, surprised, as he pressed a kiss to his lips. Quinton's hands
came up to frame the sides of his face, as Ryan's wandered down to pinch
lightly at a nipple and cup the boy's hard on. Quinton thrust against him,
kissing Ryan more fiercely and pressing a tongue in between his parted lips.
Done with teasing his nipples, Ryan's hands traveled to the button and zipper
of Quinton's blue jeans. He carefully pulled both down, not wanting them to get
caught on his cock. He pulled the jeans along with the blonde's underwear down.
Quinton stepped out of them, allowing Ryan to press him down into the mattress.
Ryan took his chance and looked at the boy of his dreams sprawled down beneath
him. Quinton was all hard, muscles and cock included. A trail of light blonde
hair led him to the boy's cock; the sight had Ryan's mouthwatering. In between
a patch of thick pubic hair, Quinton was red and swollen, pointing up towards
his stomach. Ryan lowered himself between the spread legs.
He started with kittenish licks on his balls while Ryan's hands gripped his
upper thighs, thumbs rubbing circles on the inner skin. "R-Ryan," Quinton
called in a choked voice from in front of him. Ryan stiffened even further at
the use of his first name; Quinton had never called him Ryan before, only Berry
and an assortment of mean nicknames.
He engulfed all of Quinton's cock with one swallow. Quinton's eyes shot open as
he thrust forward in surprise. Ryan didn't even flinch at the feeling of his
dick hitting the back of his throat; he had never been as glad for his lack of
gag reflex as he was now. Ryan quickly hollowed his cheeks and bobbed up and
down on the blonde's erection.
"Fuck, oh," Quinton cursed loudly. "Your mouth."
As soon as he realized that Ryan didn't mind being almost choked with cock, he
began to thrust more earnestly. Ryan closed his eyes and breathed through his
nose, relishing in the feeling and smell of Quinton. Even if he never had this
chance again, the memory would never leave him and probably have him hard and
aching within seconds.
Ryan was so glad that his mother had called from downstairs earlier that she
was going for a jog. He must have looked so obscene at that moment; fully
clothed but leaning over Quinton's naked body, swollen lips stretched around a
thick cock. The room was filled with slurping and sucking sounds.
He pulled his mouth off of Quinton's dick, and, following a spontaneous urge,
bit into the soft skin of Quinton's inner hip. He wanted the blonde to go home
that night and run his thumb over the hickey, a firm reminder of who had made
him fall apart earlier that day. Quinton thrashed below him, almost overcome
with pleasure.
"Please!" he growled. Ryan pressed open-mouthed kisses along the engorged flesh
and flicked his tongue over the head. He moved the foreskin out of the way and
swirled his tongue around, gathering precum from his slit.
"Gonna come soon," Quinton whispered above him.
"Good," Ryan said simply, once again swallowing at his cock. He reached a hand
down the front of his own jeans, fisting his cock. He groaned at the relief,
sending shockwaves down Quinton's sensitive flesh. The blonde thrust once
again.
Things were becoming more erratic and rough. Ryan pulled his mouth back a bit,
only sucking at the head. He wrapped a hand around Quinton's uncovered erection
and pumped it at the same rhythm as his own masturbation.
He wasn't surprised that Quinton didn't last long. The taste of his cum was
salty but not unpleasant; he eagerly slurped it up. He released Quinton's limp
penis, licking his lips obscenely. Quinton groaned at the sight, sitting up.
Ryan bit his lower lip, hips jerking as he fisted himself more firmly.
Quinton smirked slightly and replaced the hand with his own. After a few more
thrusts, Ryan came with a cry. The two boys were out of breath and flushed.
Quinton left an hour later with a kiss goodbye. Ryan let loose a girlish giggle
and collapsed back onto the bed. Yes, he would definitely be calling Kate later
to give her the details.
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