Bedroom Floor - Rylyn (boyxboy)

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Thank you RoadieAndProud for this idea/request/whatever you'd call it😂 love/hate Rylyn😍

It had been almost two weeks. Rye had started to get worried because honestly,  he'd thought Brooklyn would've gone back to him by now.

To make matters worse, Jack had invited them both over to a party tonight and he couldn't not go to his best friend's party, right?

"Right," Mikey agreed, "just stay away from him and have some fun, I bet you're worrying for nothing."

How wrong he was.

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The next morning, Rye woke up on the floor of Jack's living room, barely clothed, and had no idea how he'd gotten in that state.

"Jack?" he called out as he slowly sat up and looked around for his clothes.

"Rye, is that you?" Jack's voice sounded from the other room.

"Yeah, why am i-" he started as he stood up, but he was cut off by the pain in his arm as he leaned on it, "ah- fuckin' hell!"

"How do you feel?" Jack chuckled, peeping through the door.

"Sore," he frowned, looking at his bruised wrist, then down at his boxers, "and naked. What happened?"

"I'm not gonna lie, Ryan, you do not want to know," he chuckled.

Rye groaned, rolling his eyes.

Brooklyn shoved him against the wall, "you want me back now you're drunk, huh?" he tilted his head.
Rye swallowed, "i want you back anyway, Brookie.."

"I fucked up, didn't I?" he ran a hand through his hair, "where the fuck is Brooklyn?"

"You remember what happened?"

"Not exactly..."

"Well, your hand's sore because you fell over," Jack explained, starting small, "you fell because me and Mikey had to drag you down the stairs and lock you in here."

"I really don't wanna know, do I?" he shook his head, but asked anyway, "why did you drag me down the stairs?"

"Jack get the fuck off me!" Rye shouted, trying to swing his arms as Mikey pinned them behind his back. Jack opened the living room door and practically threw him in, letting him fall onto his hand.

"Brooklyn," he said simply, "look in the mirror."

Rye frowned, confused, but did anyway, and his eyes widened as he took it in. There was a huge bruise under one eye and a cut over the other. "What the-?"

Brook shoved him into the wall, and Rye saw a fist fly towards him. He went slightly dizzy, blinking a few times to get the room to stop spinning as he felt pain flood the side of his face. He leaped at Brooklyn and grabbed him by the throat.

"We heard you screaming at each other so we went up," Jack said, "I've got no idea where either of your clothes are."

"Wait, what?" Rye spun round to look at Jack, "me and Brook-?"

"I don't know if you actually got there, but you were both half naked when we went in," he chuckled.

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