Emo Academy (Multi Ship)

5- Diagon Alley and Gay Bars

Ryan~

You know what's fun?
Third wheeling a future couple.
Which future couple?
Gerard and Frank.
We, meaning Gerard, Frank, and I, decided to go to a local gay bar called Poisoned Froot. I'm not one for gay bars but it was the first day of school and I could use some half naked men dancing for my summer jobs paycheck.

"Is that Brendon?" Frank said pointing to a stage type thing with the man himself in too tight leather pants and a sparkly blazer. His ivory skin shining in the light as he belted lyrics to a song I've never heard.I rolled my eyes and took a shot. Yes, maybe his fit ivory body in those leather pants made  me second guess every time I've  rejected the man but he still pisses me off.

That's not going to change no matter how much I'd love to be on top of him.  

After a few more minutes Gerard and Frank were tipsy and dancing against each other. I tried to watch other men but my eyes kept going back to that man. The man. His body moved with the beat of the song, sweat glistening off his body. 

He shed his jacket,  running his hand through his drenched hair. Oh how I'd love to have him on his knees sweating like that for me. His hands gripping my thighs, his lips swollen from- well you can imagine. I felt blood rush down wards as my eyes traveled his body.  His hip bones were so sexy. Why have I ever rejected him?

I took another shot as the song ended and he hopped over to the bar standing next to me. 
I turned so I was facing the bar like him. He ordered something as I starred at my empty shot glass.
"Come round here often?" he asked cheekily facing me while sipping on the most girly drink in the place. I raised an eyebrow at him not responding.

"Fine then. I'll buy you a drink. What do you want?" he asked looking at me with his beautiful brown doe eyes. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked ignoring his offer.   

"I work here.Teacher pay isn't high and not all of us are published poets like you sweetheart", he was tipsy and mostly done with his drink. 

"Wel-"

 "A daydream spills from my corked head. Breaks free of my wooden neck. Left a nod over sleeping waves.  Like bobbing bait for bathing cod. Floating flocks of candled swans. Slowly drift across wax ponds," he quoted from something I wrote 8 years ago," that's beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you."  

A smile broke out on my face. I was shocked.  He's so smooth and sweet, when he's drunk that is. He's still an ass when sober.

"I guess that's why I like it so much. You have a way with words that sweep me off my feet." Okay he was definitely drunk.

"Okay you're drunk.  How about I give you a ride home?" I suggested pressing some bills on the bar moving towards the door, Brendon following. 

"Ride me home," he mumbled as we climbed into my car. I rolled my eyes.  

"I top."I said starting the car. 

" Fuck that's even hotter." He whined

We sat in silence for a moment as I drove out of the parking lot.  "Where's your house?"I asked. 

"Diagon Ally."  

"For real Brendon." 

"I don't give my house number to strangers."

"I'm not a stranger, we work together and we went to high school together." 

"You made yourself a stranger," he said facing me
. 
"No you made yourself a stranger in Cape Town."I said gripping the steering wheel. 

"Ryan I-"

"That stupid trip."

"You left me in Cape Town Ryan. You loved me then you left me."
  
"Then you be came an asshole-"  

"Well it's either this obnoxious asshole narcissistic Brendon or high school anxious closeted Brendon and I prefer me now thanks."

I let out a frustrated sigh as I pulled into the parking garage of my apartment building. He unbuckled his seat belt and climbed on top of me.

"Brendon what ar-" 

"Is it still me that makes you sweat. Am I who you think about in bed.   When the lights are off and it's late at night and you're shaking as you slide your hands down your pants cus your sad and lonely-"

"Get. Off. Me."

"Do you cry yourself to sleep over something that happened almost 10 years ago because you feel like it's your fault and you could've done something to stop bad things from happening even though none of it is really your fault?"

"Brendon!-"

" Because I know I do," he said climbing off me and sitting in the passenger seat.

"I'm too sober for this," I said getting out of the car.

We sat on my couch drunk out of our minds. I found my liquor cabinet so we drank it. We were talking about flowers and other fun gay stuff.  

"I'm so drunk," I slurred. 

"I'm drunker than yoooouuu sillllyy." he said giggling."

We should call Tyyylleerr." I said pulling out my phone. He nodded leaning towards me giggling. Tyler picked up immediately. 

"Oh hey Ryan how-" 

"Is your refrigerator running?" Brendon asked.

"Brendon? Ryan have you been drinking-" 

"Because you gotta go catch it," I said giggling. 

"GOTTA GO FAST."

Brendon yelled getting up and running around my house. I laughed dropping the phone on the table joining Brendon as Tyler scolded me through the phone. 

We ran into my kitchen out of breath. I looked at him with lustful eyes and pushed him against the wall kissing him hard in the mouth. He pushed a hand roughly through my hair pushing my lips more against his. He moaned a sinful moan into my mouth. His other hand groped my ass and I groaned deeply at his touch. I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  His hands reached under my shirt and pulled it off. He grabbed my hips and pushed them against his. We were soon rutting against each other. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted more.

This was more than what I'd bargained for, but I wasn't complaining. 

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"So you really don't remember any of that?" Tyler asked.

I shook my head taking a gulp of water. 

"I wouldn't take Brendon out to drink much less bring him to my house to do it. That asshole." I muttered. 

"Well Brendon said he doesn't remember anything either. But it really sounded like you were getting along," he said adjusting the papers he was copying. "Well god only knows." I said rubbing my head.