Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 6

An hour later, I'm driving Ryan home because I don't think I can handle much longer of not talking, and just... Ryan's total awkwardness. And, I just don't understand why he's so freaking effected over this whole Jon and Spencer thing. Like, sure, I know it's this big shock and all, that his best friend who he thought was straight and a slight homophobe all his life is suddenly fucking some guy but, seriously, he's taking it a bit too far. Why should it effect him anyways? It's not like he's the one fucking Jon.

We're about half way to his house, and he's just staring out the passenger window, all moody and emo and just... Ryan. I'm about ready to just stop the car, tell him to get the fuck over it because yes, his best friend is gay and fucking my best friend, and drop him off right here on the side of the road. But, of course, I wont, because it's still Ryan, and I still love him.

Five minutes later, we're about three quarters of the way to his house, when he randomly says, voice all hard and demanding, "Pull over."

I just sneak a quick glance over at him from the road, and go, "Huh?"

"Pull over!" he cries, a little louder and a little more intense now, and I'm a little scared he's going to throw up the slice and a half of pizza he previously consumed or something. So, I quickly pull into the nearest parking lot, because my parents would so totally kill me if I gave their car back with puke all over the passenger side. Even if it is the Pastor's son's vomit.

I barely turn the key to turn the engine off, before Ryan's lunging at me. And... what the fuck? He's... kissing me?

I kind of just sit there, eyes wide, trying to figure out if Ryan Ross, the pastors son, is actually kissing me. Kissing me, a boy! Then, after a few seconds, of Ryan's mouth against mine, his body pressed right up against mine, I realize, yes, he is kissing me. Me, a boy! Huh.

So, I kiss him back, because, hello, it is Ryan Ross and he is like, the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on and I've only been imagining this (and jacking off to this) for the past two months.

I sling my arm around his waist, my hand brushing against the bare strip of skin in between his jeans and shirt, and holy shit. He's pressed so close up against me, and it's like, impossible to get any closer, especially because we're in a car with a console between us.

He's kissing me so fiercely and hard and rough, I think our lips might fall off, but it's okay because I cant think of any other way I'd rather loose my lips than by kissing Ryan Ross.

And, all that is running through my freaking mind is, Oh my god, I'm kissing Ryan Ross... Oh my god, I'm kissing Ryan Ross. Oh my god, I'm kissing the Pastors son. My mom would so kill me if she saw this right now. No, don't think about your mom when your kissing Ryan. Oh my god... Ryan Ross' tongue is in my mouth.

We're panting against each others mouths, and we've barely pulled apart like, at all, to take even the tiniest breath. His warm tongue is sliding against mine, and his hands are around my neck, fingers digging into my hair, and oh my god, I've never been more turned on in my whole entire life. And, holy shit, did he just moan?

Finally, we pull away, even though I'm pretty sure neither of us want to. Ryan's breathing hard, and so am I, but I'm pretty sure I've never heard anything hotter in my life. He stays pressed against my arm, not moving away, and he doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look at me.

Of course, I'm the first to speak. "Holy shit," I pant. "You're a pretty good kisser for the Pastors son."

He shoots me a look, but I can see his cheeks turn a little pink. "Shut up. Just cause I'm Christian doesn't mean I cant kiss."