Been A Bad Boy - Chatting Desires, a Ryan Guzman Fanfic

Chapter 5 - Behave

I was sitting down on a park bench facing the college dorm when my phone vibrated frantically.

Ryan: hey cutie, guess who just landed
Me : hey babe, um... are we still hanging out tonight?
Ryan : idk yet, kinda busy with script editing with the cast
Me : Kay.

It made me so mad !!! I turned off my phone and took out a book from my backpack. A book by Freud, some dumbass who thinks he invented thoughts or some shit. I've been waiting for him to come back for the past few weeks, still confused about what we are. I mean, sure, as an not-so-experimented twink, as some of my friend call me, I have a pretty biased opinion on how love works. As an actor he's used to quick love stories, right? Fuck the slowburn, I want him slowly burning my inside with his cum!

I heard a scream so I dropped my book right in the puddle beneath the bench. Great! Now it's ruined and another class failed for the miserable human I am.

"I have a copy of that in my locker if you want, I could borrow it to you"

I turned around to see a tall blonde guy, cigarette in his mouth, smirking at me with raised eyebrows. He had this mole right under his left eye. Ocean blue eyes, made me feel like I've swallowed a big fucking wave while surfing into his soul. He had an "L" tattooed just beneath his middle knuckle.

"Sorry, are you talking to me?", I asked full of attitude.
"Well, yeah? Aren't you the only guy who dropped his book in the Pacific Ocean a minute ago?", he said laughing under his breath.

He was right, I dropped something in the ocean, and I'm pretty sure it's my attractiveness to him. I could bet I'm scarlet red at the moment, just conversing with him.

"I'm Lloyd, by the way. You're Peter, right?", he said with confidence.
"Um, yeah. How'd you know my name?"
"We were in the economics class last year. I borrowed you a pen on the first day 'cause I forgot to bring mine. So, see that as me returning the favour and come with me!"

The idea of us exchanging a favour kinda gives me a bit of a heat wave. Why do I feel like I've never even saw this guy before, and still he knows me? Clenching my jaw, I looked at him rolling my eyes while I left the bench I was sitting on for the past hour. I followed him silently to the B-aisle of the campus. I think it's the art department, my friend Celia has some classes here. There's a mural made of graffitis, which is really cool, just below a big window on the second floor.

When we arrived at his locker, I couldn't help but notice the weed smell coming from his locker. I've never tried pot before, so it kinda grosses me out. I tend to judge a book by its cover, so let's give him another chance.

"Here you go, handsome", he said.
"Me? Handsome? You haven't seen my boyf-"
I froze. I was about to tell him about Ryan, but one, he wouldn't even fucking believe that I'm dating the 9-1-1 actor and two, do I want him to know? Ryan and I aren't quite official yet, even though we have quite a special bound since he touched my wiener in my kitchen.

"Oh! You have a boyfriend?", he said using a sad tone.
"No... Um, I was going to say... my... my boyscouts team leader! Yep, he's so so handsome. Magazine cover handsome. Centerfold handsome", I baffled nervously.
"Great, because I wouldn't like to hit on a married fella", he said sarcastically.
"I don't feel like you're hitting on me, I know I'm handsome."
"Confident, I see! A date tonight? 9:30 at the student projection room?"

At this moment, I knew I should've probably said no and leave. But, there's something about him that made me unable to deny.

"Yes!" , I screamed.
"Later, handsome!"

OMG!! I gotta text Celia, maybe she knows him.

37 unread messages.

I'm screwed. They're all from Ryan. He says his script revision was postponed. Fuck. I just agreed to a date with another guy. What should I do?

Ryan : let's play hangman
Me : uh?
Ryan : you know the drill.
Me : k, clue?
Ryan : what i'm going to do to you tonight.
Me : letters?
Ryan : _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Me : A?
Ryan : head.
Me : C?
Ryan : _ _ C _ _ _ _
Me : Ryan, why?
Ryan : PLAY!
Me : K?
Ryan : _ _ CK _ _ _
Me : Um... U?
Ryan : _ UCK _ _ U
Me : Fuck You?
Ryan : Good boy. Get prepared, be there at 9:30. Your ass is mine.

Dick in my hand in a bathroom stall, I can't help but think about him fucking me hard. I gotta cancel Lloyd. I just gotta pursue my destiny.

TO BE CONTINUED...