The Publicity Stunt - Ryden

Chapter 17: The first time

His body was soft underneath mine. I remember him being stronger. I remember the squirming and biting and pulling hair. But he's none of that anymore. He's calm, inviting me in as I press soft kisses down his neck an against his collarbone. His head tilts back gently and he parts his soft pink lips to let out a soft moan.

My hand is wrapped around his length, slowly sliding it up and down as I kiss his skin. Things are slow, precise. We kiss each other with this passion that I've never felt before, like it's the last time we will ever kiss again. I know it's not.

His hands are still on my waist. He doesn't urge me for more, for a quicker pace or hotter touch. He's enjoying the passion in our movements just as much as I am. I pull my hand away from his length and he whines at the loss, but doesn't buck his hips up for more.

I want to pace myself with him this time. I want to take a minute to savor the sight in front of me. His naked body is perfect. I never got the chance to really look at it before. That was a shame. All those minutes, wasted, when I could be looking at this. My eyes feast on his neck, moving over every inch. My fingers move to gently slide over the two moles on the side of his neck. He smiles gently and moves to sit up, but I push him back down. "Don't.... Just... Fuck, let me look at you..."

His eyes are set on my face, questioning my reasoning silently, but he nods and stays still. "You might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.." I whisper. He blushes at my words so i lean down to kiss his cheek gently as my fingers slide down his body last his dick. His face freezes when I press my finger tip against his hole, the pressure against it making him choke out a soft moan. "I want to make love to you." I admit, my eyes filled with love. I'm practically blinded by it.

"I love that idea..." He whispers back, licking over his soft lips gently. "I love you..." He adds.

***

"He was afraid to commit." I answer to the camera. A small smirk was on my lips as Brendon rolled his eyes at my words. We couldn't exactly tell E!News why we really broke up then got back together. I don't think the publicity stunt would go over well if word broke of it. "A guy like him can have anyone he wants you know? And I uh.. I think it was hard for him to leave that whole bad boy world behind him just to be with me." Brendon nods along with this and wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into him. I smile softly and find myself cuddling into his body, completely content in his grasp.

"When Brendon was last here he told us you broke up with him because you were too controlling." I roll my eyes at that. I was controlling, but only in the bedroom.

I'm about to counter the interviewer when Brendon speaks up. "I was in the middle of a heartbreak. When Ryan and I split up it broke me. I didn't want to admit it was my fault. I didn't want America to hate me for not being able to give myself fully to him... So I lied. A lot. To everyone. Told them it was all a lie. That I didn't love him and I was over him but that was the furthest thing from the truth. I couldn't eat... I couldn't sleep. I tried to get over him but... There was no way that was going to happen. So, I forced Pete to tell me where he was. He gave me Ryan's apartment key and I went over there to fix things." I press my lips together and can't help but find soft tears building in my eyes. He really had missed me. It hurt me to know he was hurting but it also made me happy to realize that he had felt the same way about me that I did about him.

A few more questions are asked before the interviewer turns to me and smiles gently. "So. Ryan Ross. We recently found out that at the age of 18 you were forced to live alone..." My heart stops. "Your father died of liver poison and your mother left you at a very young age right?" I look at the interviewer in complete shock. No one knows that about me. I've only ever told Brendon about my mother leaving me. Everyone else I knew was told that my mother died in a car accident. I couldn't own up to my own abandonment.

"Who the fuck told you that?" I snap, clearly losing my cool. Don't talk about my family. That's rule number one when you talk to me. You don't ever speak about my past. This bitch just broke rule number one.

I glare at Brendon too. He told the press. Holy shit he told the press about my past... Fucking asshole. I'll never forgive him. I'll never let him near me again. I--

"Your mother told us. She's here in studio right now."