Abomination Chapter 26 | Ryden | By repulsive_x

Chapter 26

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"Okay so, how the fuck did you guys do this?" Ryan demands the second his tiny, little (and very hot) butt hits the uncomfortable, bright orange plastic of the cafeteria chair beside mine.

"Ryan! Don't swear!" Spencer gasps from where he sits across from us, Jon's arm resting securely on the back of his seat. How cute.

God, I hate them so much.

Then, there's me, restraining myself from jumping on Ryan because with the memories of last night fresh in my mind, and with him being all mad and flustered, it's almost too much to handle. Plus, did I ever mention how sexy it is when he swears? I mean, it's a rare occasion when he does, and he really only does it when he's mad... or when he's doing sexual things... with me

"Shut the fuck up," he snaps back like he's making some sort of point, and tosses some of his caramel hair out of his eyes in a huff. Ugh, so sexy. "Seriously guys, how?" he demands. "They're terrible."

Finally, he turns to me with a big, goofy grin spreading over his lips, like he just noticed I was sitting beside him. He leans forward and kisses me, as if he hadn't just been bitching about how people care too much about what we're doing right now.

"Hi," he murmurs into my lips as he kisses me a second time.

"Hi," I murmur back, my brain officially a big pile of goo.

The cafeteria roars with chatter, and I don't have to look to see every single head in the whole damn room is turned to stare at us, and not too subtly either.

Jon, however, does look around with an amazed look on his scruffy face. "Okay, so you've definitely got it a whole lot worse than we did."

Spencer takes his own quick look around and nods, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. "Mmm, yeah," he agrees, "but it's because you're the pastors son, and were dating a girl like, your whole life, so I mean, really, Ry. You can't tell me you didn't expect it."

Ryan makes a face at the mention of Dayna, similar to one someone would make if they just got kicked in the balls, hard. However, he quickly recovers, and shrugs while letting out a long, distressed sigh. "I just don't see why it's such a big deal to everyone. What's it matter to them who I'm dating?"

"Or fucking," I add in, and send an innocent smile to Ryan.

Jon and Spencer raise an eyebrow in unison, and Ryan gives me a hard look along with a kick under the table.

"We're not," he says quickly, turning his attention back to the wonder couple. "Brendon only wishes."

"It's true." I nod sadly. "I do."

Jon sends me a sympathetic look, and reaches over to pat my hand. "Poor, deprived Bden."

"I know," I agree, and Ryan just rolls his eyes.

Then, like, out of nowhere I feel a hand (who I'm assuming is Ryan's) move up the inside of my thigh, creeping towards my crotch. I almost don't believe he's going to do anything until he presses down hard on my clothed penis with his fingers, and moves his mouth to my ear as he whispers, "And if you keep it up, you never will." He smirks, batting his eyelashes against my cheek, and just like that, his hands off my crotch, making me weep inside.

So, so cruel.

Ryan pulls away from me completely, and pulls his sandwich out from his lunch my mom packed for him. That smirks still on his face, as he unwraps his sandwich, innocently, like he didn't just feel me up under the table in the middle of the caf.

Spencer just stares at Ryan with wide, disbelieving eyes, that pretty much just scream, what the hell happened to the wee, innocent Ryan Ross? Jon just looks away, completely oblivious.

I, on the other hand, gulp, and cover myself up, trying to get my breathing back on track.

Ryan looks at me from the corner of his eye, and smiles.

- - -

After school, I head straight to Ryan's locker, ignoring ignorant teenagers that either stop to stare at me, whisper as I pass, or just so blatantly yell some petty middle school names after me. Which honestly, doesn't make much sense because people have known I'm gay for how long, and I'm just getting this crap now?

When I get to Ryan's locker I'm relieved to see that he's alone, but he's got not only his head shoved in his locker, but practically his whole body too. So, I pretty much make a mad dash over to him, scared that someone like, shoved him in and he got stuck or something.

Shut up, it could happen.

I yell his name the second I reach his side, which probably wasn't the best idea ever because he jumps from surprise, and he ends up hitting his head on the top of his locker in the process with a loud smack.

"Ow! Crap, Brendon!" he cries, grabbing onto his head. And it's nice to know he's back to the not swearing bit. "Ow! Gosh!"

Aw, he's even adorable when he's in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I say quickly, covering his head gripping onto his hand with my own. "I thought you were stuck."

He sends me one of his classic, you're-an-idiot looks.

I ignore it, and go, "Here, let me kiss it better."

He frowns, but obeys, sliding his hand from his booboo. I lean forward to press a quick kiss to his fluffy hair. "There, all better?" I ask.

His lips twist into a small smile, and he nods. "Kind of."

I go to reply, but some big, manly voice booms, "Hey homo, wanna suck my dick?"

Of course, when I turn to see where the voice came from, it's Josh Michaels, who's one of those typical jocks who've got like, a pin for a brain and really only made it this far in life because he apparently knows how to throw a ball.

"Sorry, I don't suck things that small," I shoot back lamely, but hey, you have to at least give me credit for saying something. I mean, he certainly makes up for his lack of brains in muscles, and apparently, so do the rest of his brain-dead friends hanging off him. Me, on the other hand, not so much.

However, instead of turning around and beating me to a pulp, they just make their classic jock, oooh's and aah's, and make gestures towards their crotches, while they head off down the hall in their little pack, with freshman girls drooling at the side.

"That was original," Ryan mutters under his breath.

I shrug.

He sighs and turns back to his locker, pulling out his binder and sliding it into his bag. "How many times have you gotten that today?"

"Um, that was about my -" I stop to count my fingers, then do another shrug before I answer, "Oh, you know, about my forty-second time."

Ryan looks up at me, and raises a thin eyebrow.

"Just kidding." I sigh. "I've lost track. What about you?"

He gives me a hard, exasperated look and shakes his head. "Don't even ask."

"It was that bad, huh?"

He nods, and slams his locker shut. "Well, whatever. On the bright side, at least it went a lot better than with my dad, and I've heard a lot worse stories." He swings his backpack over his shoulder as we start down the hall. "No death threats or anything, so I guess that's good."

"Um, yeah, I think I'd take that as good," I reply, and grab onto his hand with mine.

We manage to make our way through the school without any confrontation (woah, a whole two minutes!), until we're about like, two inches from the front doors, when Ryan's little (former) church friends come and block our way, hands on their hips.

"So, now it's you too, huh?" one short, little shrimpy kid sneers.

"We should have known," another kid with bright red hair says.

Ryan sighs and shakes his head as he tries to push past the three kids, that are somehow, all smaller than us put together. And, I'll tell you, me and Ryan are pretty scrawny. "Jeremy, just leave me alone, okay?"

"Just hold on a second, Ryan," Jeremy kid says, resting a firm arm on his shoulder. "Come on, I just want to talk."

Ryan's grip on my hand tightens, and I yank him back from Jeremy's hand. "Put your fucking hands on him again, and I'll kick your ass so hard you'll be crying for days."

Wait, woah. Did I actually just say that?

Apparently, I did, because Ryan looks up with me, with a pretty damn surprised look on his face.

The three shrimps laugh, but I can so tell there's a hint of nervousness to it. Which is almost like, empowering because I don't think anyone has even been the least bit scared of me. I mean, I'm like, the least scariest person you'll probably ever meet. Okay, besides Ryan (except when he's mad). "Oh yeah? And how you gonna do that? Hit us with your limp wrists?"

"Oh, thats a good one. Real good," I laugh out loud.

God, my whole school - including me - needs to take some lessons on better insults.

Jeremy goes to open his mouth again, but Ryan cuts him off before he can get a word out. "Just leave us alone, okay? It's really none of your business."

The third kid, now decides to join in by using a different approach, and he puts on a fake smile and says, almost too sweet, "We just don't want our dear, old friend, our fellow believer, to fall from God's path and lead a disgusting, sinful life."

"Yeah, Ryan," Jeremy sneers, "we want to help you before you get AIDS, die and burn in hell for the rest of eternity." Then, I guess just for shits and giggles he decides to throw in, "we're just looking out for you."

Fuck, these guys are worse than a bunch of backstabbing, bitchy chicks.

Ryan's cheeks burn, and he continues to tighten his grip on my hand, so hard that I can barely feel my fingers. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm going to get AIDS and it definitely doesn't mean I'm going to burn in hell. So, just fuck the hell off, okay?"

Then, as if the situation wasn't bad enough as it is, Dayna herself comes sauntering over.

"What's going on?" she asks casually, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. I notice how she doesn't even spare a glance over to me and Ryan, but I'm not surprised.

Ryan looks down at the floor, a guilty look on his face.

"We're just having a nice chat with Ryan here, about how its not too late to change his sick ways," Jeremy throws in innocently, flashing a quick, fake smile in my direction.

I scowl back.

Just as I expect her to give us her own mouthful of insults, and bible scriptures, she shakes her head and lets out a long sigh. "Don't you guys have anything better to do? Like, torture small puppies or whatever you guys do for fun?"

"Oh, funny," Jeremy snaps, sarcastically.

"We just don't want him to turn his back on God. We're just trying to help him, that's all," Michael quickly throws in, a smug look on his ugly, freckled face. God, I want to punch him out so hard right now.

"I'm sure Ryan can make his own decisions. Can't you, Ryan?" Dayna asks, finally turning her attention to Ryan, whose eyes are still glued to the ground.

"Um, yeah," he mumbles.

"Okay, good, all settled," she says, nodding her head. "Now you guys can run along, right?"

They mutter a few things under their breath, I only pick up a few things like 'bitch' and 'faggots' but despite it all, they leave only a few seconds later without much more of a fight.

And these guys call themselves Christians?

Ryan looks up at Dayna, peeking through his bangs sheepishly.

"Um, thanks," he says so quietly that I can barely hear it, even though he's pressed right up against my side.

She nods, taking one long look at Ryan and she disappears out the doors without a word.

- - -

By the end of the week, not much has changed. Ryan's still living at my house, he still hasn't spoken a word to his father and kids at school are generally, still treating us the same. However, the attention is ever so slowly starting to die down, just like all the gossip eventually does. You know, some other big, gasp-worthy thing happens, like Sally Ann the Head Cheerleader (no pun-intended) going down on ten football players at a party last week, or Jimmy Jones getting expelled for taking E in the middle of Graphics, blah blah blah, the usual non-important crap.

And of course, Ryan's still a virgin.

However, I have a tiny feeling deep inside that might change - and very soon. Because, you see, by tomorrow morning (only sixteen freaking hours away) my parents will be off to sunny California to visit my grandparents for the whole long weekend. That means, me and Ryan will have the whole house alone for three whole days.

And I have to say, Ryan has been a whole lot more willing since the Sunday night expedition.

Like, okay, get ready for this... yesterday, before my parents got home he so totally let me suck him off. Yes folks, that's right, I had Ryan Ross' dick in my mouth (for a total of a minute and a half before he was already coming that is, but still, it happened!).

So, fast-forward to sixteen hours later, with me and Ryan standing at my front door still in our PJ's and my parents dragging their body weight in luggage to our car.

We say our goodbyes, and just as they're about to drive away, and we're about to dash back up to my room and get it on, my mom sticks her head of the window and yells, "And no sex!" Then, of course, because it's just how my mother rolls, she's speeding off down the street before we can reply.

And it's really actually sort of funny in a mortifying kind of way, because I know that if my mom really didn't want me having sex that bad, well, for starters, she wouldn't let me stay home alone with my boyfriend for three days (Hello, we're teenage boys here. I mean, really, what does she expect?). Secondly, if she really cared, Ryan would be sleeping in the guest room in the basement, not with me in my bed.

I mean, I'm sure she doesn't want us to have sex (because what mother does before their kids like, thirty and married?) but I just don't think she gives a shit. She's probably just pretending she does for my dads sake, even though, I'm guessing he's about five different shades of red right now and cursing my mom for even thinking we'd do that kind of thing.

I mean, God forbid.

Ryan smirks at me, and the door barely slams shut behind us before he's grabbing onto my hips, and pulls me into him, kissing me nice and hard. And I'm thinking he's got the same idea as me.

Oh my god, I am so totally gonna have sex with Ryan Ross.

He pulls us up the stairs, lips still attached, and I'm surprised we don't go tumbling down to our deaths on more than one occasion, because kissing and walking up a flight of stairs is a lot harder than you'd think - especially when sex is on your mind.

Once we get to the top of the stairs, he pushes me up against the wall with a thud, and slides his hands up the front of my shirt, his tongue running along my bottom lip. And seriously, it's like nine on a Saturday morning and we're about to have sex for the first time... then again, like I give a fuck, and it doesn't really look like Ryan does either.

He pulls off my shirt, tosses it to the ground as we stumble away from the wall and over to my room, lips still feverishly attached. I manage to rip his shirt off, discarding it onto the ground by my door. He lets out a little noise, as I practically just pick him up and throw him back on my bed, and then dive down on top of him.

I move to straddle his hips, pressing down into him, while my mouth is still attacking his and my hands at work on his pajama pants.

"Ugh, Brendon," he moans, rolling his head back.

I lean down to press my lips to his neck, then slowly start to kiss down, sucking and biting and licking, and just, shit. This is so happening. I move my body down his, my lips following until they're ghosting over those gorgeous hips of his. I hook my thumbs into his PJ pants, and slowly start to slide them down as he lifts his hips up enough to allow me to pull them all the way off.

I take one look at the glorious cock of his, and I'm already hard as a rock. I think I even drool a bit.

"Brendon," he whimpers from above me, snapping me out of my transfixion on his beautiful penis of sex. "Come on, please."

I manage to pry my eyes off the wonderful creation, and slide up his body to look him in the eyes - which are all half-lidded and sex-filled - and its like, augh, orgasm right now. "A-are you positive you're ready to do this now?"

He nods, and gulps. "Yeah," he says, breathlessly, which only makes my cock twitch some more because this time, I actually believe it.

I kiss his jaw as he moves his hands down my sides, and starts to slide my own fleece pants down my hips. He gets them far enough down my thighs for me to kick them off completely, tangling them with my sheets at our feet. "Do you want to top or bottom?"

He bites his lip, and stares at me, unsure. "I-I don't know. I don't really know a whole lot about this whole... gay sex thing," he admits, uneasily. "I mean, I know the basics."

"Okay, well, basically," I start, "do you want my dick shoved up your ass, or yours shoved up mine?"

Gosh, I am so romantic.

"Wow, that really helped the mood, Bren," he jokes, but except, not really. "I just, I don't know." He shrugs, embarrassed. "Whatever is the hardest way for me to bad, I guess."

I laugh, and press my lips to his Adam's Apple, before replying. "Well, that'd probably be bottom then."

He bites his lip, and looks up at me with this big, round, scared eyes like he just saw his grandmother's ghost or something. "B-but, doesn't that hurt?"

I shrug. "A little, yeah. It feels more just, uncomfortable your first time, but it shouldn't hurt a lot if you're prepared right. Which, you will be, 'cause you've got the master here, of course."

Ryan rolls his eyes, but still manages to look like he's on the verge of shitting his pants (or more like, lack of pants). "O-okay," he stutters, and gulps again. "But, um, what do you mean exactly, by prepare?" he squeaks.

I smirk, and press a quick kiss to his lips. "I will show you," I reply, then reach over him towards my bedside table and pull out my handy dandy bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. I toss the condom beside us, situate myself between his legs, and snap the lube cap off to squeeze some of the cool substance onto my fingers. "It might be a little cold," I warn as I massage the goo onto the fingers, and toss the bottle onto the bed with the condom.

Ryan just stares up at me, worried but still little intrigued as I lower myself back down, and hoist his leg onto my hip. "Oh god, you're totally going to - " he cuts himself off, because I guess I answered his question as I press my finger into his entrance - without any warning. Oops. "Fuck," he curses. "That is so - fuck."

"Sh, just calm down," I say, and slowly wriggle my finger in a little deeper. And holy fuck, he's already tight on my finger, how the hell is my penis going to last?

"How can I calm down when your finger's up my ass?" he cries, squeezing his eyes shut.

"My penis is going to be up there, Ross," I point out. "You're going to have to get used to a measly little finger or this is never going to work."

He lets out a groan from deep in his throat. "Fine. Just go." He keeps his eyes squeezed shut as he adds, "This is so awkward."

"Well, yeah, 'cause you're making it that way. You're the one starting up a conversation while my finger's up your ass," I say, and he just huffs stubbornly. "Just stop talking, this is how gay sex is done, okay?"

Ryan opens his eyes enough so I can see him give me another eye-roll, but he does as I said and keeps his mouth closed.

I begin to wiggle my finger around a little, until I figure it's enough to slide in my second one. I look up to see him scrunch his face together, and bite his lip to keep the words back. I bend down to kiss his jaw, and use my other hand thats not currently preoccupied to run along his stomach, comfortingly. "It's okay," I say softly into his cheek.

"Mmph," is all he replies with.

I move my fingers around for a minute or so as he continues to keep his eyes squeezed shut, and his lip in his mouth He moves his hands up to grab at my shoulders, thumbs poking hard into my collarbone. "Augh, come on, is it almost over yet?" he finally cries.

"Do you want it to hurt?"

He shakes his head, and goes back to keeping his mouth shut.

After a few more seconds, I decide it'd probably best if I insert my third finger, cause I'd really, rather him not be crying when we actually get down to it. He thrashes his head back against the pillow, and digs his nails into my skin. "Shit! What the fuck is this?!"

"Sh, it'll get better, I promise," I hush, and any erection of his that was previously pushing up against my stomach is now officially gone.

He gulps, and I can tell he's choking back tears. "Please, just hurry up."

I slowly start moving my fingers around, and I'm pretty sure he's good enough now, but I at least have to show him that there is some good out of all of this before we actually get down to it. With a few more twists, turns, and a few sneaky movements with my fingers, a load moan is pouring out from Ryan's thin lips.

"What the fuck was that?!" he cries in pleasure, his length twitching under me.

"That is called your prostate, my friend," I reply, and remove all three fingers. "That is the reason for bum sex."

"Thank God, I was beginning to get worried," he says, letting out a small laugh. He slowly loosens his grip from my shoulders and neck, and takes a deep breath before adding, "Okay, so, let's do this thing then."

I laugh, and sit up, reaching over to grab back onto the lube and condom. I rip open the condom wrapper, and I'm just about to slide it on myself when Ryan quickly stops me.

"Wait! Wait!" he cries, and I'm expecting him to tell me he's actually not ready and we're gonna have to wait another million-gazillion years before we have sex, but instead he grabs onto the condom and says, "I want to do it."

He sits up, and begins to do the whole twenty minute check of the condom - you know, the baby bottle thing, the hole check, all those wonderful things we learn in health that I thought no one actually listened to (besides me).

I smirk. "What? Scared you're gonna get pregnant?"

"Shut up," he scowls. "I just want to be safe."

"Safe from all my STDs?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes for the zillionth time, and doesn't reply as he begins to roll the condom on my achingly, hard penis with careful concentration.

"You know, you're pretty good at putting on a condom for someone who's never done it before," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Sure there's not something you want to tell me about?"

"Shut up," he snaps again, probably a little frustrated and grabs the lube from my hand. "You so suck at making this sexy and romantic, you know?"

"I know." I pout. "I'm sorry."

He sighs, but a small smiles spreads across his lips regardless. "So, what do I do with this exactly? Just squeeze it on?" he asks, motioning towards the lube.

"Squeeze a lot out onto your hand, and then just... rub it on me?"

He laughs, but does so anyways, and it's kind of hard to believe Ryan's being so calm over all of this. I mean, he's like, laughing over it. I remember the Ryan who couldn't even say the word sex, and now look at him.

Oh, I'm so proud, my little Ryro's growing up.

I gasp at the coolness of the liquid, and Ryan's hands rubbing it on oh-so-nicely. And just, shit, this is actually happening. I am so totally going to have sex with Ryan, and it's gonna be awesome.

"Okay, so, I'm gonna warn you," I start, after I push him back onto the bed, and slowly start to bring his legs up over my waist, "I've only done this a few times. Like, topped, so..." I stop, ponder this for a second, then say, "Actually, it's not like you have anything to compare this to, so I don't know why I'm worrying."

He lets out an impatient sigh, and looks up at me with this exasperated look on his cute, little, sweaty face, "Can you just like, do it already?"

"Okay, okay. Sorry." I bring Ryan's legs just past my waist, grab onto the base of my cock and align myself up against his entrance. "It might like... burn a little at first, okay? But just remember the prostate, it will come."

He nods. "Yes, okay, Brendon. Thanks," he groans, irritated.

"Gosh, pushy, pushy," I say, and really, I'm just trying to bug him. Then again, I don't understand why I'm not the one like, going crazy right now like him. I'm even a little surprised I didn't just like, skip the whole prepping thing, 'cause yes, in case you didn't get the memo, I am that sex deprived.

"Brendon! Just do it!" he practically screams.

So, I do.

I push in slow, and he's already squeezing his eyes shut in pain before I'm even like, an inch in. "Fuck," he cries under his breath as he grabs back onto my shoulders, nails digging deep into my skin, that's so going to leave marks for the next few days. But, I'm not complaining.

I bite back the words, I told you so, and instead try to focus on not coming the first two seconds. But, gah, he's so hot and tight and like, fucking heaven around me. There is no way in hell I can last long like, at all.

"Kay, just keep going, keep going," he says, slow and breathily, and he doesn't have to tell me twice.

"Shit, Ry, fuck," I curse, pressing my face into his shoulder. "Too long," I moan. "You're so - so - ugh, fuck. Fucking tight and amazing, and oh my god - " I cry, and it's kind of sad, because I've barely like, begun.

I pull out just enough so my tips still in, and slowly push back in, changing my angle a little. No luck though, 'cause Ryan just squeezes harder at my shoulders and swears some more. "Fuck, just find it already!"

"I'm try-ing. It's not - that - easy," I reply back, and thrust in again. Still, no luck.

"It's not fair that you're getting all the good stuff," he grinds out, the back of his heel digging in just above my ass.

I thrust back in, changing my angle once again, and this time, I at least a get a little of a reaction. "Unf," he moans, and pushes back against me. "Almost, I think."

I pull back, and thrust back in, this time his head falls back against the pillow, and his eyes even roll back a little. "Oh, yeah, right there," he cries, scraping his nails along my shoulder. And he is so totally going to be the hottest person to have sex with like, in the history of this world.

He rocks back against me as I set up a steady pace, hitting the same place each time, and he lets out moans or some kind of hot noise every time. And I'll tell you, I'm quite found of hearing him moan out my name like that, but I mean, it doesn't really help that fact of me coming way too soon.

I move my hand to his length, because I figure its best that I get him off as soon as possible so I don't look so pathetic when I come not even like, five minutes into the whole thing. But, seriously, give me a break! It's been a long time.

I move my hand up and down against his already leaking length, keeping the same steady pace as I thrust in and out of him. I press a wet, sloppy kiss to his mouth, blocking the moans spilling from both of us. His warm tongue slides against mine, then along the roof of my mouth, as his hands slide down my chest, over my nipples and to my hips.

"Ugh, fuck," he moans, pulling his lips from mine. "Is it bad that I'm close?" he asks, pausing between words to let out little, sex noises.

Fuck, so hot.

"Uh, me too considering, so no," I reply, making little to no sense, but again, like I care.

He nods, and closes his eyes again. He's still pushing back against me as I thrust into him with my hands still at work on his length, and he is so already a natural at this. I go to kiss him again, and it's even sloppier than before, I mean, we're completely missing each other's mouths most of the time, but whatevs. It's still pretty damn hot, if I say so myself.

A few more forceful thrusts, and Ryan's going, "Ah, so, so, so close," while gripping onto my forearms. "Oh my god, Brennn," And, he's not lying, because a few seconds later, he's letting go all over my hand and his stomach while screaming something along the lines of, "fuck, B. Shit, holy eff, damn, Brendon."

I agree.

About two more thrusts, and I'm following after Ryan, letting go inside the condom. I let out a few curses of my own, and ride out my orgasm, as I continue to thrust into him so hard that I feel a little sorry for him.

When it's all said and done, I kind of just fall down on top of him, his legs falling back down to hit the mattress.

"Shit," we both breathe in unison.

I smile against his chest, and he lets out a small, exhausted laugh.

We lie in silence for a few minutes, letting our breathing get back on track. "Holy crap, wow," he says, breaking the silence, and running his hand through my sweaty hair.

"I know."

"And why didn't we do that sooner?" he jokes.

"Don't even," I warn, and kiss his shoulder.

He laughs, and we're quiet for a few minutes, as I listen to his heart beat against his against his ribcage. And just, wow, my brain isn't even forming coherent thoughts I'm so like, wow, right now. I mean, I so totally just had sex with Ryan Ross. For real. Just, holy crap.

"So, um," Ryan starts, his finger brushing against my ass cheek, "How about we um, do it again?"

I grin, because yeah, I really don't need to be asked twice.