Norwegian Wood

[[I don't own shit man,
Besides the plot
I kinda own that]]

Ryan groaned as he ordered another beer, attempting to drown out his pain. Which, probably wasn't his best idea, but he was too far gone to care. The bar tender who's name tag read 'Calum' slid another beer in his direction.

The reason for the state he was in, was of course girl troubles. Again. This problem has been going on since he was in high school, every single one of his girlfriends had betrayed him some way or another. His most recent had cheated on him.

One could say he wasn't putting out, or wasn't spending enough time with her, or that there had never been chemistry between them in the first place. Which he thought about while drowning his 7th beer of the night, not counting the tequila or whiskey he had before arriving at the bar. The bar tender walked over to him and asked what was going on, and why he looked like absolute shit, which from Ryan's experience, most bar tenders did. Ryan finished off his beer and began describing the incident.

Noticing the man's name tag, Ryan let out a harsh laugh "Well, Calum, I got home after slaving away at work to find my girlfriend of seven months, throat deep, with her mouth around another man's fucking dick. She pulled off when she realized I was there and started to fucking beg my damn forgiveness like it was a fucking gift a child wants on their birthday." Ryan stopped, then chuckled, "The dude was pretty small too, so it wasn't even that fact-" Calum cut off Ryan and helped some other man who had been yelling orders at him for the past minute or so.

Ryan got up and picked up his belongings, which, being drunk out of his mind was difficult in itself and then maneuvering his way through the crowd, which in all took him about five minutes. A hand wrapped itself around his wrist and pulled him back before he reached the door. Ryan's nerves went crazy before he realized the person clutching his wrist was Calum. Calum pulled Ryan to his chest and steadied his balance before mumbling to Ryan,
"You really shouldn't be driving drunk, and in this weather no less. It's like a damn Northern Downpour." Ryan looked outside before looking back at the strange man. Calum checked his watch and looked back up,
"My shift ends in about twenty minutes, you wait here and I'll drive you home." Ryan, being to drunk to process the possible dangers, nodded and sat in a booth in the back of the bar.

He rested his head in his hands and started to think about when his problems with women started. He started thinking about his lack of mother figure in his childhood.
"Well that would be when I was about two years old" he muttered to himself darkly. Ryan jumped when someone cleared their throat and raised from his seat, anxious from the camisado. His anxiety faded as he stared up at Calum, who lead him out of the bar and to his car. Calum opened the door for Ryan and went over to his side before sitting in the vehicle.

Ryan sat down and buckled his seat belt almost in perfect time with Calum. Calum looked over at him and cocked his head to the side.
"I never asked your name"
"It's Ryan, Ryan Ross"
"What about your middle name?"
"Er... Ryan?"
"Okay Ryan, Ryan Ryan Ross, where do you live" Ryan frowned remembering she was still at his apartment,
"I'd rather not go back there at this moment, my girlfriend is probably still there" Calum nodded, before asking
"Would you prefer going to my place?" Ryan thought it over before nodding.

Ryan began humming Norwegian Wood and tapping the dash board.

Calum arrived at his house and helped Ryan in the house, who stumbled over his feet and fell onto the rug. Calum picked Ryan up by his shoulders and told him to sit anywhere. Ryan sat on his rug and stared up at the man
"Do you have any wine?" He asked in a shaky voice. Calum nodded retrieving it from his kitchen and popping the cork, setting it on the floor in front of Ryan. Ryan looked around the room before looking up at Calum, whom was in the process of sitting down.

"So er.. why don't you have any furniture?" Ryan asked quickly, before drinking the wine. Calum chuckled before responding,
"I'm currently in the process of moving, I got a house in Myrtle Beach," Ryan nodded and took another sip from the wine. And looking back on it he didn't know if it was a drunken impulse, or curiosity, or just plain stupidity. But whatever it was he leaned it and kissed Calum.

His lips weren't soft, nor were they rough, they felt like normal lips, no 'spark' Ryan never felt that when kissing.

Hands found themselves on each other's bodies as fumbling idiocy and drunken curiosity pulled off layers of protection in strings of clothing.

Ryan was pushed back and Calum took the dominant role, Ryan gave a noise of disapproval before flipping himself over. Calum grabbed Ryan's face and pressed their lips together while wrapping his legs around Ryan's waist.

Hit bodies grinded together before Ryan pushed into Calum, drunkenness taken over his mind. The larger one's moan of approval encouraged Ryan to go faster.

He kept up this speed until his joints ached and screamed for him to stop, fatigue rushed over his body, and his body swelled up with heat before collapsing on the man beneath him.

Calum grunted with annoyance and began trusting down while trying to achieve his release, his came with a tightening of his throat, a heat in his lower abdomen and a loud moan. He pulled Ryan out of himself as Ryan tried to get up.

Calum held the smaller boy to his chest and mumbled against his hair "I have work in the morning," Calum said before laughing.

"I don't," a soft voice came out of Ryan before he got on his feet and shakily went in the bathroom.

He put on cold water and filled the tub half way, he submerged his body in it, he heat from his denial and the coldness from the bath made him drift off.

~

A migraine woke Ryan up, he saw his position and his fingers tinting blue. He pulled himself from the bath and drew a hanging towel around himself, he began looking around, trying to find the handsome man from his memories, half believing Calum was merely a dirty trick from his own imagination.

The only thing that gave Ryan any solace that Calum did, in fact, exist, was the half empty bottle of wine.