30 Day Writing Challenge // Ryllon [PART THREE]

Day 7: Secret

(SET IN THE 80'S, THIS ONE'S DEDICATED TO pasdechevalryan FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA)

I will be writing a full story of this, this is a rough draft of how Ryan comes out, and I actually have a whole different idea planned.

"So, you got a girlfriend or not?" Jac asks. Ryan shakes his head. She giggles, biting her lip as she sips her milkshake, chin resting on her hand.

"No, no, I'm... I'm no Freddie Mercury,"  Ryan says simply.

"Well, duh, I hope you're not some fag," she says, and he swallows nervously, smiling and nodding.

"Never. You'd ought to shoot me dead if I'm ever caught holding another man's hand," he says, raising an eyebrow, but his vision is caught by the man outside. 

"What a stud," a girl one booth over says, and Jac follows Ryan's gaze. 

"Listen, I gotta motor," Ryan says, and Jac's gaze shoots towards him. She stands with him, grabbing his arm, but he pushes her off. She gasps and slaps him, grabbing her cardigan.

"What's your damage, Ross? Ugh, you boys are such hosers!" She says, stomping off. Ryan smiles and runs outside. Dallon smiles, hopping inside the car. Ryan follows his lead and the two speed off. 

"You gotta be a total ditz to turn down someone like Jac Vanek, Ross. What's your damage?" Dallon asks, bringing the cigarette to his lips and inhaling.

"I just... she isn't... she doesn't meet my qualifications," Ryan says awkwardly to his best friend. Dallon scoffs, exhaling the smoke before tossing the finished cigarette out the window.

"Qualifications? Okay, big dweeb over here using big words!" Dallon teases, bringing his hand to a fist and rubbing Ryan's head. Ryan swats him away. 

"Cut it out, Weekes, I don't like girls like her," Ryan says defensively. 

"Every girl is like her, Ross. What, do you not like girls?" He asks, and both of them tense. Ryan doesn't speak, and Dallon stops smiling. "Wait, Ryan, are... are you... gay?"

"No," Ryan says all too quickly, then thinks. "Yes. No. I-I don't know, okay? I just... I don't feel the same way with girls as I do with-"

"Guys?"

"With a certain guy," Ryan says, looking away. Dallon moves closer. He can read Ryan more than anyone, which means he's starting to realize that Dallon is the only guy Ryan's hung out with all summer. His heart skips a beat. 

Dallon locks the door to his bedroom. Dallon's parents aren't home, but you can never be too sure. Ryan expects him to throw him out or beat him when Dallon grabs the collar of his shirt to make him stand, but Dallon stares into his terrified eyes for a few seconds.

"Dal?" Ryan asks quietly. Dallon looks down at his lips, then stops.

"We can't tell anyone about this," he says, and Ryan nods. They quickly press their lips together, kissing each other almost hungrily. Ryan's hands go through Dallon's hair and grips his shirt, as Dallon's hold Ryan's body close. Soft moans leave their mouths as they kiss heatedly, feeling as if their long, desperate desire has finally been fed. 

They pull away and look at each other, swallowing as they attempt to catch their breaths. 

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah," Ryan answers simply before they return their lips.