Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 15

"Hey," Ryan purrs into my ear, all soft and sexy and I kind of have to look over and do a double take because we are in the middle of the cafeteria here. Then, to add onto it all, he's currently running his fingers up my bare arm, and shoving his heel up the leg of my jeans, and I'm kind of like, What?! Who are you?! I mean, seriously, his girlfriend is like, three friggin tables away from us.

Then again, with Ryan being reallyfreakingsuper sexy and all, I don't think I really give a shit about us being in the cafeteria or Dayna.

"So..." Ryan continues, and his lips are like right there. Is he trying to kill me? I think so. "My dads not going to be home till late tonight, and I was thinking that maybe, you know, you could come over and we could... make out a little... or a lot, and, you know, maybe even... do a little more..."

Uh, yeah, definitely trying to kill me.

I gulp, and he bats his eyelashes back at me like he's this sweet, little, innocent angel and he did not just suggest me going over to his house after school and doing very naughty, very sinful things.

Holy shit, I kind of just want to devour him right here on this cafeteria table for everyone to enjoy.

"Do you have to ask?" I manage to hiss back into his ear, and he sends me a smug look. "But, you know... the washrooms are sounding pretty good right now."

"You wish."

"I know, I do. I really do." I groan, and hey, it was worth a try.

"Ry..." Spencer starts from across the table, and oh yeah, right, they're totally right there too. "You do realize you're being really obvious right now, right?"

Ryan shrugs, and he's so close I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and deep into my skin. "I don't care, you and Jon were being even more obvious and no one even guessed about you."

Jon and Spencer exchange glances, then Spencer nods and Jon goes, "Yesterday in history I heard some people say something's about you and Brendon..."

Ryan shrugs again, and takes a bite out of PB&J sandwich (Awwww, how adorable.) "Whatever."

I think that's about when I melt into this huge pile of gooeyness right there on my cafeteria chair, because, really, Ryan actually doesn't care? Are we actually, finally, seriously getting somewhere here?

Then I look up at the clock, and all my gooeyness just disappears. Because honestly, how am I suppose to last two hours and forty five minutes till after school with these kind of thoughts in my mind?

- - -

The walk to Ryan's house is excruciatingly long and painful. Mostly because I have to keep my hands to myself because there's a group of annoying girls from our grade behind us all the way from the school to his house.

Then, to top it all off, Ryan's going on and on about pointless stuff like, 'Oh, it's going to rain out' and 'Oh, the grass is green' and then worst of all, this absolutely hilarious thing Jon did in their Computers class that afternoon. And I'm just kind of fidgeting, not really listening, and forcing myself not to jump on him because oh my god, seriously, his house and bed are not coming fast enough. Sorry, but hello, I was forced to spend the whole afternoon, horny as hell, thinking about lunch and fantasizing about tonight. Like, yeah sure, it's not like I expect sex or anything, but still.

So, I guess it goes without saying that the second the door shuts behind us, I'm already lunging at him.

He giggles, and ducks his head away from me. "Cool it, lover boy, we've got all night." He starts down the hall, towards his kitchen, and I really cant even help it and grab onto his waist, pulling him back into me and kissing his neck. "Geez, you want me bad."

"Oh, I really do," I growl into his skin. "You've left me with all these thoughts in my head all afternoon, and a permanent hard on. Which, I'm sure you can feel."

"I definitely can," he says, and giggles some more. He turns to face me, wrapping his arms around my neck, and his keys that are clutched in his hand jingle next to my ear as he kisses me. "And, what kind of thoughts, hm?" he murmurs huskily into my lips.

"Oh, you don't want to know," I reply, sliding my hands up the back of his shirt. "Your virgin ears cant handle it."

He laughs into my mouth, kissing me hard and rough as we stumble back through the swinging doors and into the kitchen. "You know, I've got some of my own thoughts too," he says, running his boney hands through my hair.

And, oh my god, seriously. Seriously.

I moan. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles.

He smiles, then leans forward to kiss me again but his lips barely ghost over mine, before a voice that is certainly not mine or his goes, angry and firm and very, very scary, "George Ryan!"

I'm pretty sure that's when I discover that yes, you can have multiple, even hundreds of heart attacks at once. And by the looks of it, I think Ryan just had a few heart attacks himself. "Dad," he breathes.

Yeah, of course, to my freaking luck, Pastor Ross is sitting at the kitchen table, not even five feet away from us, and I'm certain not only did he see us kissing, but he also heard our little... conversation. I can feel his eyes burning holes into us, and he looks so angry, and just... disgusted, I'm sure he's going to get God to like, strike me down or something. "Brendon, I think you should leave," his voice is so cold, you can practically see icicles forming in the air.

"D-dad..." Ryan tries again, and the way his voice squeaks and trembles a little, I'm sure he's going to start crying. I don't blame him, cause I'm pretty damn freaked out myself too. I mean, my fucking pastor just caught me making out and talking dirty with his son.

"Ryan, I will get to you later," he snaps, then focuses his attention back to me. "Brendon, please leave my house. I'll be speaking to your parents later."

This doesn't really give me much other choices, because really, the chances of getting struck down by lightening are looking pretty good right now.

I sneak a glance at Ryan, who's leaning against the counter, staring down at the ground, so I just do a little bow of my head to pastor Ross and dash out of the kitchen, and out the door.