When Love Takes Over - Rykey (boyxboy)

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I woke up earlier than normal. I ran a hand through my hair, did we fuck up last night? Were we fucking drunk?

I sat up quietly and jumped out of bed. I was glad there was none of Mikey's family in the house when i caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Fucking hell, Andy was going to have something to say about that.

We finally heard the front foor open and shut, meaning we were alone at last. I wasn't sure how it happened, but our clothes somehow ended up on the floor, i ended up straddling Mikey's hips and Mikey ended up sucking fucking hickies over my neck, my collarbones, and eventually my fucking hips.

I looked at him asleep, he looked as bad as i did. His neck and his chest were covered in hickies. Fuck, he was gonna kill me when he woke up.

I pulled one of his hoodies on, then hissed at the pain in my back and pulled it back off. What the fuck?

I nipped at the skin of his neck, grinding my hips against his teasingly. He moaned softly, and i swear i could've came just at the sound. His nails dragged down my back, making me suck a deep hickie into his neck, my nails going to his sides.

I went to the mirror and my eyes widened as i saw my back. Holy fuck. Mikey did that... Mikey did all this - all these bruises, all these marks - it was Mikey. I ran a hand through my hair, not knowing what to do, was he going to hate me? What if i lost my best friend? I couldn't deal with that, i couldn't lose Mikey...

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Mikey's POV

I don't know what happened last night. It was such a blur, every second of it, but when i woke up through the night to a pain in my side, the events of the night flooded my thoughts.

Ryan was straddling my hips, and as his nails clawed down my sides, i fell back to lie on the bed. I tangled a hand in his hair and pushed him down my body, as he'd followed me to kiss my neck. He smirked against my skin as he moved teasingly down my body, sure to leave more hickies scattered over my chest and stomach as he moved to pull my boxers off.

Did we fuck up? That probably definitely shouldn't have happened, right? Fuck.

I leaned over to check my phone to see that it was only 4am. I could go back to sleep... Yeah, i'd go back to sleep and we'd worry about this in the morning. So I turned over and cuddled into Ryan again, burying my face in his chest and smiling as his arms instinctively wrapped around me. Fuck, i was in too deep. (AND I'M TRYING TO KEEP [seen that live])

I was in and out of sleep, but i felt like it was only about an hour before i heard Rye get up. He got out of bed, and i stayed where i was, still half asleep.

I heard him running in and out of the bathroom, and could sense that he was stressing out. He sat down on the edge of the bed after a while, head in his hands, and i slowly sat up, "Rye?"

He jumped, obviously not knowing i was awake, and turned around to me, "morning..."

I took it as a good sign that he didn't ignore me. I bit my lip, taking in his appearence - all the bruises, all the marks, i'd put them all there.

"Nice hickies," i said, a slight smirk on my lips.

He chuckled, shuffling back up the bed, "i could say the same to you."

I smirked and we both sat up in my bed. I sighed as i looked at him, i couldn't lose my best friend, "did we, like, majorly fuck up last night...?"

He shrugged, "we fucked, i don't know whether we fucked up."

I rolled my eyes but smirked, happy that we were still okay, "so you don't hate me?"

"If you don't hate me," he said softly, that cute little smile on his face that could kill me...

"I couldn't hate you if i tried, Beaumont."

"Good, because i still love you," he chuckled.

"I love you too," i smiled and he pulled me into a hug.

He soon pulled away however, "ow- got a sore back..."

I laughed, "yeah, sorry about that..."

"You better be," he raised a brow, "i'm not gonna be able to lean on anything for like a week!"

I scoffed, "at least you can lie on your sides!"

He looked at me and his eyes widened. There was deep scratches down both my sides, to go with the few hickies on my stomach. "Shit," he gasped, "sorry about that..."

"Yeah, you better be!" i laughed, nudging his shoulder.

"And if i'm not?" he smirked.

"I'll scratch your back," i winked.

He frowned, but couldn't hold back his laughter, "that would be mean!"

"Exactly!" i laughed.

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We both showered together because why not? We'd fucked, we may as well shower together again, and then we had about an hour before he was getting picked up.

"I'm not gonna lie, Mikey, it hurts to wear clothes," Rye laughed as we went downstairs.

"I know," i chuckled, "but you're fucked convincing Andy anything if he sees all that."

He groaned, "i'm not even gonna be able to change my shirt in front of him."

"You could, he'd just believe you even less when you tell him we're not together," i laughed.

He groaned, "i hate you."

"Love you too," i kissed his cheek.

We spent our last hour or so together cuddling on the couch and watching cartoons. Though a sharp knock on my living room window woke us both up.

We both jumped up and i looked out of the window to see Andy. "We'll be out now!" i shouted through the glass.

I followed Rye out with his backpack, putting it in the boot of the car once he'd put his suitcase in. Then that was it, i had to say bye again.

We wrapped our arms around each other, not caring about the pain this time, "i'm gonna miss you Beaumont..."

"I'm gonna miss you too Cobban," he said softly, "i'm not coming home for ages now though, so you'll have to come and visit."

"Definitely," i nodded into his chest, "let me know when, yeah?"

"Definitely," he mumbled into my hair as he kissed my head, "i love you."

"I love you too," i looked up at him, "i'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," he looked at and then pulled me into an even tighter hug.

The beep of Blair's car horn pulled us away from each other, "i love you, call me every day, yeah?"

He nodded, "every day, i promise!" he said as he opened the car door, "i'll call you when we get back to the flat too!"

"Good," i nodded, "safe journey, i'll talk to you soon! Love you."

I saw him mentally curse me but he smiled, "love you too."

And he was gone, just like that. I stood there for a moment, half expecting him to come back. I hated this, why did he have to fucking leave when i missed him so fucking much?