Do I love you? (Ryatt)

Six- Cold Ones With The Boys

CHAPTER SIX:
Cold Ones With the Boys

In which Ryan Magee uncovers his own buried memories.

(NSFW)
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Ryan quickly excused himself from the small room, it felt as though it were closing in around him. As if it were taunting him, forcing him to face feelings that he chose to bury deep within himself.

Ryan Magee would have none of that shit.

"Fuck" he whispered to himself, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Ryan was in a small bathroom just down the hall from where Matt still resided. He splashed cold water on his burning cheeks, trying to get the redness to go down.

"What the hell was that..."

Ryan whispered to himself, he couldn't get Matt out of his head and he was desperate. Desperate to get this weird feeling to go away.

"I don't even like Matt THAT way." He mumbled, placing his face in his hands.

"I'm not gay. I'm not attracted to guys" He stated.

But Matt isn't just any guy.

He thought as he felt his face heating up again. He closed his eyes, Finding a memory for just this occasion that he had locked away in the darkest recesses of his brain. Ryan leaned against the cold tiles of the bathroom as he brought himself back...

Matt and Ryan were invited to join two of their friends Max and Chad, in Australia to be guests in a podcast fondly known as 'Cold Ones.' During the show, the four friends would put away various types of strong liquors whilst simultaneously answering questions and telling stories about their past.

The duo entered the dark room, only illuminated by the collection of neon signs that created a soft magenta glow. They took their seats on the bar stools tucked under the table that stood proudly in the center of the room. The boys were greeted with many assorted beverages as they began to talk. The four friends talked for hours, laughing and asking questions about each other.

After about four hours, everyone was wasted. Chad began to slur his words and take off random articles of clothing; Max tried to reign him in, only making the situation worse. Ryan was Half asleep while Matt began falling all over the place. It was all in good fun until Matt said he needed to use the restroom, but couldn't stand for long enough to make it there. Ryan slung the boy's slender arm over his shoulder as he held him up. It was apparent to him that Matt was more drunk than he had ever been, or ever should be. Ryan sighed as he opened the door to the single-person bathroom.

He waited patiently outside the door in case his drunken mess of a friend needed any assistance...

What he didn't know was that Matt did need Ryan's help... but not exactly in the way he thought...

The dark haired boy leaned against the wall as he continued to stay put. He quietly hummed to himself until hearing Matt throwing up. Ryan knocked on the door lightly:

"Need some help in there buddy?"

He called, but no answer, so he continued to wait. A good ten or so minutes passed beforel Ryan began to get worried. He pressed his ear to the door, praying that Matt was still alive. There were muffled sounds coming from inside the bathroom. His dark brows furrowed as he continued to listen.

What is going on in there?

"Matt?" He called a little louder this time... but still no response.

God I hope he hasn't hurt himself.

Ryan thought to himself as was getting nervous. His heart was rapidly beating as he called out once more.

"Matt, I'm coming in to help. Okay?"

His voice was a bit shaky as there was still no answer from Matt. "Fuck" he mumbled under his breath as he conceded to go in and make sure Matt was alright.

He turned the brass knob, opening the wooden door. He stepped inside the small space and his heart felt like it was in his throat.

There he was, Matt Watson... Extremely drunk... His pale body perched on the sink, his legs dangling. His pants were strewn about the tiled floor, along with his boxers. His eyes were closed as soft moans escaped his rose colored lips. Matt's cheeks were flushed, whether it be from the large amounts of alcohol he had recently consumed...

Or something else...

His hand was wrapped around his dick as thick clear liquid leaked from the blushed tip. Ryan stood, gawking at the boy as his hand slid up and down his pearly white shaft.

Matt was in a world of his own as Ryan stared, Mesmerized.

He continued to stroke himself, Ryan quietly closed the door behind him. He slowly walked closer as his cheeks began to burn with blush. Matt was now gasping his name, his eyes still squeezed shut as his hand continued. The dark haired boy reached up to Matt's face, wiping the beads of sweat that had gathered on his shapely, light colored brows. His blonde lashes flickered open, Ryan stared into the boy's beautiful blue eyes as Matt stared back, into his lovely brown ones. The light-eyed boy smiled, giggling a bit as he began to speak.

"D-did you come here to help me Ryan?"

He asked innocently. Ryan blinked, blushing a bit harder now. His hands traveled through Matt's soft amber hair, finally resting at the back of his pale neck. They both leaned in and their lips collided softly. Ryan bit Matt's bottom lip, the pale boy let out a little gasp as they continued.

Their lips seemed to move in unison as they each shared the taste of alcohol that still lingered on their tongues. Ryan's hands wandered Matt's small, shapely body. One found it's way again to the back of his neck, pulling the soft locks of hair that fell around his pale neck. While Another slowly traced the boy's clothed chest, making its way down his torso.

Ryan's strong hand had found what it was looking for and began to stroke, starting at a slow, gentle pace. Matt moaned through their drunken kiss; Ryan smirked, moving to Matt's neck, nipping at the thin skin. The dark eyed boy's tongue traveled up from Matt's elegant collarbone, to his pale neck, finally arriving at his earlobe.

"Tell me" Ryan whispered into the boy's ear. His deep, gravely voice sent shivers down the thin boy's spine.

"I--" Matt whimpered quietly into Ryan's touch. He bucked his hips into the dark-haired boy's hand, trying to create more friction between them.

"Common now~" Ryan cooed, tickling Matt's ear with his deep voice. "Don't be shy." he coaxed the pale boy, teasing him with each word escaping his lips.

"You're spread out so nice for me... It'd be such a shame if I-" Ryan smirked as Matt moaned his name breathlessly.

"R-Ryan-- I-" He moaned, trying to get the words to come out. "Please-- I--" He gasped as Ryan licked his jawline seductively. "Please, what?" He whispered slyly. "Ryan-- h- ah-- F-faster" He cried loudly, finally getting the words out.

"That wasn't so hard- Now was it?"

Ryan Bit the boy's soft neck, earning more pleasured moans from Matt as his hand slid up and down, quickening the pace...

Ryan snapped out of his trance, quickly opening his startled brown eyes to the hospital bathroom...

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

If he wasn't already hard before, he was DEFINITELY hard now.

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