Chapter 21: Strike of the Band

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His hands grazed up and down my sweaty shirtless body. I felt shivers fill my spine, and my lip began to quiver not knowing how to respond to Ryan's beautiful soft touch. His skinny, bony fingers clenched into my sides and his nails dug deeper and deeper into my hips bones.

His eyes gazed up and with his demented smile he whispered, "So what's it gonna be Dal? I know you've been waiting for this. This thrill in your life, the desire you've always had for being wanted. And now I'm here to give it all to you."

He moved his head down to my neck trailing my collar bone with kisses, making me let out a slight moan.

"Now that's what I want to hear." He continues to slightly peck my body, slowly moving down my chest.

I don't know what to do. I-I love Brendon. Yes, this is wrong and I love Brendon. But Ryan,Ryan he was so new. So taboo and intriguing. I just wanted him to fuck me and get away with it. I hate his so much, but it only makes me want him more. His kiss, his touch, his fuck.

"Ry-Ryan, I can't." I push him away forcefully, my head tilting down with shame of what I was about to do.

"Dallon. Dallon.Dallon." He gently pushes my face up with his pencil fingers.

"Tsk, Tsk, when will you ever learn!" He rolls his eyes with a slight smile.

"You know Brendon doesn't love you anymore right? Well he actually never really did. He was just, ya know, using you as a little toy before he could get back to me. Then once he did, and pushed me away, I realized he just wanted to play hard to get. I mean do you really believe he would go that far with me, if he really loved you? No. He wouldn't have even responded to my texts let alone come. Before we saw eachother, I told him I wanted to fuck again, to feel him again. And he came to do exactly that."

"Don't say that about Brendon, he loves me and you know that." I mumble not being able to break eye contact due to his finger still on prompting my face up.

"See! Why are you so naive! He's messing with you, he doesn't love you Dallon. And how did Brendon get with you? Oh that's right! You had a one night stand when he was piss drunk and you barley knew eachother. And you have the nerve to say he loves you? No! No! No! I love you. I want you. I am the one who came looking for you here, I am the one who followed you on to the bus."

My goes to a blank. Does he mean this? Is he right? Is he just playing me? I just standing there staring into Ryan's deep brown eyes. He wanted me, he's the only one who's ever come up to me.

My eyes trail up and down his body as he begins to remove his button up shirt. His hands ruffle through my hair and he pushes himself closer to my chest. Our torsos touch and me just standing there-confused and unsure.

His lips are centimeters away from mine,

"What? You just gonna stand there."

His lips press to mine, engaging me into a deep and passionate kiss. I move my hands up to his back, grasping his shoulder blades running my thumbs across his bony body. His tongue forcefully makes it's way to the roof of my mouth, flicking through my teeth. I hold his body closer-tighter never wanting this moment to end. I-I don't know what's come over me but it's amazing.

He steps away from our connection and let's out a devious grin, (I can see where Brendon learned that)

"Off" He points to my pants, as my erection begins to grow though my jeans. I scramble to get them off, but midway he pushes me onto the couch. I let out a slight 'Ow' as my head hits the arm of the couch. He plopped his legs over my lower waist and ran his hands over my hip bones (Just. like.Brendon.). His hands moved down to the base of my cock, teasing me.

"Bren- Ryan please."

He looks up at me with a deathly stare.

"Brendon!? Oh no more Brendon's will be tolerated here!" He hissed then harshly smacked my ass, me letting out a deep moan in response.

He continues down to my waist and slowly runs his long and skinny hands up me.

"Ryan yes." I say loudly.

*click*

"Dallon, Brendon's wondering- MOTHER FUCKER!"

Fuck Spencer.

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