Brallon / Ryden one shots

4. Ryden

This one is going to be a spin the bottle - Spencer's dirty edition - yes I know it is cliché but does it look like I give a fuck I am ryden trash™

Ryan's POV

Spencer's having a small party, and knowing him it's probably going to be filled with uncomfortable sexual dares.

I walk in half an hour late. Not that I really care anyways, I probably didn't miss much. His parties normally last until the sunrise, so I don't have to worry about not having time.

Everyone is sitting in a circle, fuck, I guess I did miss something. I try to pick out who's here but the dark lighting which Spencer obviously picked out for the mood. I can see, Pete, Jon, Spencer, Patrick, Joe, Brendon, Sarah, and two girls I had never seen before.

To be honest, one of the new girls was cute. But not like I'd go for them. I don't swing that way. I'm pretty open about my sexuality, my parents nearly kicking me out because of it. I guess that's what you get when you have homophobic parents.

Brendon signals me to come sit down, so I do. I sit in between him and that girl who I found pretty cute. I soon realise why everyone's in a circle. Spin the bottle, who would've guessed. Aren't we a little too old for this?

"Ah, hey Ryan" I hear Spencer say

"Hey spence, please tell me we aren't just playing spin the bottle."

"Of course not. Well, yes, but we're playing it Spencer edition. Whoever the bottle lands on has to strip down and spend seven minutes with the other person, who would be clothed, in the closet."

Of course it's like that. Brendon informs me on who has already been in there, Patrick and Pete, Spencer and Jon, and Sarah and Joe. I'm just glad that I didn't hear Brendon's name in that. I mean, not like id be jealous or anything. We're just friends. Friends.

Spencer tells Jon, whose neck I think I can see a few hickeys on, to spin the bottle.

It's spinning

spinning

spinning

getting slower

slower

slower

until it stops.

Of fucking course. Me. What else would happen. I prepare myself for thy grand stripping by undoing the top button of my shirt and I watch as the bottle is spun again.

Spinning

spinning

spinning

slower

slower

slower

until it stops

on Brendon.

Fuck. Not only am I going to have to be just alone with him for seven minutes, but I'll be naked, too.

I can see a smirk on Pete's face and I just want to smack him. He knows I like Brendon. I just hope he hasn't told anyone.

Thankfully the closet is quite big, so we won't be pushed up against each other.

Brendon stands up and rubs his forehead. He's probably as nervous as I am. He walks off into the closet, not even waiting for me.

I stand in front of it and slowly remove my shirt, then my pants, then my boxers. I lay them on the ground outside and hope that those dicks aren't dicky enough to take my clothes.

I walk inside, feeling as self conscious as ever. I close the door and hope that the room is dark, but the random chunks of light that come from the bottom of the door allow the room to be quite bright.

I try not to look directly at Brendon, yet once I look up I see him staring directly at my, crotch?

"Brendon why don't you take a picture it'll last you longer"

I see his face get engulfed in embarrassment. I shouldn't of said that, but how else was I supposed to get him to stop?

As I wait another minute for the awkwardness to go down, I look back up to see him biting his lip whilst staring at my crotch again, like he's expecting something. God he looks hot, I just want to-

I can't help myself. "Brendon." I say firmly, as I take a step towards him. "You know staring won't get you anywhere."

He looks strangely turned on. I can tell by his eyes, also the thing poking at my thighs. I take this opportunity to gingerly place my lips over his, cupping his face as I do so.

He puts his hand on my hips and kisses back. I've never experienced this many butterflies in my stomach at once, I feel like I'm going to explode with joy.

I pull back and stare into his brown eyes, even though the lighting is very poor, I can see the lust in his eyes. He pushes me back into him, and I feel his hands crawling down and onto my ass. That cheeky little son of a bitch.

I smile into the kiss and run my tongue along his lower lip, asking for entrance, and being the little shit he is, he denies and instead squeezes my ass, making me squeal. He takes this as an opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth, exploring every area of it and making me melt into him.

I soon here banging on the door and as much as I'd hate to pull away, I have to. Brendon looks slightly disappointed. I open the door and give him a quick glance, and he winks at me, making my heart explode. It's funny how one man can be so attractive and nice at the same time.

It turns out they did take my clothes, and as much as Brendon didn't see anything wrong with my spending the rest of the party naked, I had to steal, I mean, borrow Spencer's clothes.

At the end of the party, Brendon invited me to his house.

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yes this was very bad please excuse me i remade it because wattpad crashed on me whilst writing it and the second time writing it sucked ass. it's also very late and i should be asleep