Do I love you? (Ryatt)

Three- Action & Reaction

CHAPTER THREE:
Action & Reaction

In which Matt Watson faces the consequences of his actions....

(NSFW: sexual content)

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"r-Ryan..."

Matt whispered as he pulled at the neck of Ryan's shirt.

"don't you want to take advantage of me?"

Matt purred as he played with the strings of Ryan's hoodie he had on. The hoodie dropped from Matt's collarbone, exposing his pale shoulder.

The lanky boy spread himself on Ryan's bed, making an appetizing display of his exposed body. He blushed in an intoxicated haze of lust.

Matt giggled, as Ryan's hands traveled up his thighs. He traced the curves of Matt's figure and pulled up the oversized hoodie that Matt had so fondly wrapped himself in, exposing his alabaster torso.

Ryan looked into Matt's eyes, whilst his hands explored his pale chest, finding their way to Matt's jawling. Ryan's thumbs moved in slow circles, as his fingers tangled in Matt's mousey brown hair.

Matt let out a small gasp as he felt Ryan's fingers on the back of his neck, tugging his hair slightly. Ryan took this moment to mesh his lips with Matt's...

"Ryan... "

Matt sighed in ecstasy in between their soft kiss and warm breaths.

But, something was wrong...

"R-Ryan..."

He began to feel strange now.

Matt woke up from his drunken haze and dream of his closest friend. He was still on Ryan's bed, Ryan was sleeping soundly next to him, still in his clothes from work. Matt sat up, feeling faint. His head was spinning, and his body felt like he was swimming through cement.

"Ryan," he cried in a small voice as he collapsed onto the floor. Matt felt weak.

"Ryan" his voice strained into a horse whisper.

He coughed, his chest aching and head pounding.

Ryan, please I need you!

Matt pleaded in his head, mustering up the strength to call out one last time to his non responsive roommate.

"Ryan, help..."

It was barely above a whisper, but Ryan jolted out of his unconscious state. To see his best friend curled up on the ground.

"M-matt?" he whispered, rubbing his weary eyes. He knelt on the ground, beside his fallen comrade.

"Are you okay buddy?" Ryan smiled in the darkness, patting Matt's back gently.

"N-no..." Matt whispered, the waves of his ocean blue eyes seemed to overflow into tears that rolled down his slender face.

Matt was a sweaty, teary mess...

He began to cough, Ryan picked him up bridal style, taking him into the nearest bathroom. He set Matt down, next to the toilet, to catch his bearings while he washed his hands.

As Ryan turned on the sink, he heard a small, breathy cry. He turned to see Matt wide eyed, staring at the puddle of blood in his hand.

"Matt..."

Ryan whispered as Matt looked up at him through scared blue eyes.

Ryan was frozen.

Matt coughed again. warm crimson liquid trickled from his blushed lips, dripping into the ever growing pool of blood forming in his shaking palm...

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