Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 14

So, I'm just chilling out in the library, doing some of my homework on my spare (or okay, maybe staring at my homework and thinking about Ryan) and I'm really into it too, when all of a sudden, this person (who wasn't there five seconds ago) goes, "So, Brendon, why do you hate me so much?"

I think I jump about 7.5 feet off my orange plastic chair, because like I said, I was deep into (daydreaming about Ryan) my homework and it totally caught me off guard. So, anyways, I turn, and sure enough it's Spencer Smith sitting there on the chair beside me, with this curious, almost amused look on his face.

"Holy fuck, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I hiss.

He shrugs, and doesn't say anything.

I scowl, and turn back to my homework. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't aware there was a rule that said I couldn't be here, in the public school library," he says all matter-of-factly, and just oooh, I'm Spencer Smith, and I'm fucking great. And I just really want to punch him in the face.

However, I don't think that'd go well with Jon, or really Ryan either, so I settle for just ignoring him.

"Seriously though, Brendon," he says. "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you," I say extra slowly, and it's so obvious that I totally do.

He rolls his eyes. "Look, okay, I mean, maybe I've never been too fond of you myself, but I'm dating your best friend and you're practically dating mine. We at least have to pretend to get along for Jon and Ryan's sake. For our sake, because we're going to be forced to be around each other a lot and it's just not going to work if we hate each other.."

"I guess," I mumble, because yeah, the man has a point.

He nods, and then there's a long awkward pause. After a few minutes pass, I'm really wondering why he hasn't gotten up and left yet. Then he goes, with a bit of a smirk, "So... do you hate me cause of that time in elementary when I cut all of your Barbie's hair off?"

"It wasn't a Barbie," I lie. "It was an action figure. And, no, that is not why I hate you."

"Oh, right, with blonde hair and big boobs?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, Brendon," he says, doubtfully.

"Do you really find the need to make me have more reasons to dislike you? Really?" I ask, turning to face him, fists clenched.

He laughs, gets up from his chair, then ruffles my hair like- like we're friends or something. Uck. Then just before he walks away, he goes, "Don't worry, Brendon. I used to play with Barbie's too... with my little sister."

- - -

Ryan and I have this daily ritual set up. It consists of heading straight to my house after school, locking the door, and making out on my bed until we both swear our lips are going to shrivel up and die. Sometimes, on very rare occasions, I mange to get in a few dry humps, or a quick feel over his clothes (except for that one very, very, very rare occasion when he let me touch his nipple. Oh god, nipple.) but just like always, it really doesn't last too long before Ryan's pulling away, because apparently, we're going too fast.

And, I really don't even know what too fast is, because the second day I ever laid eyes on Ethan, we were fucking. Ryan and I have been... sort-of-not-really dating for a month now. This isn't too fast, this is a fucking century slow for me.

Anyways, so, the next part of ritual consists of me groaning, then picking myself off my bed and disappearing into the washroom to finish myself off. During this time, Ryan usually awaits patiently on my bed, his own problem evident through his jeans. How he can just ignore it... I have no idea. But, whatever, that's his choice.

I'm used to it. I expect it. But it doesn't mean I fucking enjoy it. Getting ridiculously turned on from ridiculously hot makeout sessions almost everyday with your just as ridiculously hot, sort-of-not-really boyfriend, then only having you and your hand in the confinement of your washroom alone, starts to really suck after awhile. Okay, maybe it sucked after the first day, but now it just really, really sucks.

So, this time, when Ryan tells me for the bazzillionth time that we're 'going too fast' and leaves me with a giant tent in my pants, I don't get up to go to the washroom to finish myself off. I'm to tired and horny and light-headed and just sick of always having to run off to the washroom.

So, yeah, I guess maybe I'm not really thinking properly as I slide my hand down my stomach, and down to the button my jeans. I can hear Ryan breathing heavily next to me as I undo my zipper, and... well, kind of just shove my hands down my pants. Because, okay, it's been a month and the least he could let me lie on my own bed and get myself off.

He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. He just sits there, mouth open, panting hard as he stares down at me. And I'm pretty sure he can't even believe I'm doing this. I can't even believe I'm doing this.

At first, I keep my eyes glued to him as I slide my hand up and down my length (at least as much as the constricting place in my underwear allows). I kind of just want to rip my pants off cause it'd be so much easier, but I don't want to push it. Because I already kind of am.

I can't even believe he's letting this go on.

My eyes eventually fall shut as I feel myself get closer to the edge. Then, at first I'm not even sure if it's happening or I'm just imagining it, but I feel Ryan's warm mouth at my neck, then up to my cheek, then to my mouth and he's totally kissing me as I'm jacking off here.

He runs his hand down my arm, and I almost think he's going to go all the way down, but instead he leaves his hand resting just above my wrist that's at work. And, I don't even mind that he didn't go all the way down, because this is a whole lot more than I expected. I mean, I expected him to kick me off the bed the second my fingers even got to my buttons of my jeans.

He's kissing me hard now, his hot tongue sliding along my own, and I'm moaning like a whore into his mouth and he doesn't even stop. Instead, he digs his boney stubby fingernails into my arm, and begins to rock his hips ever-so-slowly against my side. He lets out a strangled moan and I can feel him hard against my thigh.

Naturally, it doesn't take long before I'm giving one last flick of my wrist and letting go all into the rough material of my boxers. I moan out his name as I come, and grip hard onto his hip with my other hand.

He drops his head into the crook of my neck, his own heavy breathing matching mine.

Everything in my room is still, and no, that did not just happen.

I can hear my heart pounding in my head, and I can feel his heart through his ribcage. However, I can't feel the hardness against my thigh anymore, and I grin to myself.

Minutes pass, and still, nothing is said. The only sounds around is our heavy breathing and our hearts pounding against our chests. My boxers are all gooey and sticky and disgusting and uncomfortable but I don't even care. Because Ryan Ross and I totally just got off at the same time, with each other.

Finally, I get enough energy to turn over on my side, and sling an arm over Ryan's waist. His face is flushed, and he's breathing hard, but he manages a small smile on his swollen lips. It almost hurts to look at him, he's that freaking gorgeous.

I move some hair out of his eyes, and press a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose, and I'm not really thinking as I lean into his ear, and whisper quietly as ever, "I think that I'm falling in love with you."

I can feel him tense up against me, and I'm sure he's going to get up and run the fuck away. But, a few seconds pass and he relaxes again. He runs his hand along my jaw, looks me straight in the eye as he whispers back, "I think I am too."