Clashby

Mattress fun

I was locked in place, my back flat against the wall, hands Palm flat, feet centered. My mind racing a thousand miles a minute, this was actually happening Peter Wentz was talking to me; seductively, but he was talking to me. I've eye raped him so goddamn much it's kinda sad but he's so hot I don't care. And here he was; having me pushed up against the wall staring at me telling me how much he wants me. If I wasn't so star struck I would be fangirling so hard.
Him stepping closer brought me back to life; in a sense. His breathing was ragged like he was trying to control his breath from after running. His eyes trying to pour into mine like he was craving my eyes to look into his, but I was focused on his chest. Heaving up and down with every breath; my eyes traveled down to see how much space was between us to only see and inch. My heart started to race I can only have two ways out of this; do what he says, or disregard my love and adoration for this man and kick him in the gonads and run like hell.
...I couldn't decide....
Mind racing.
Eyes cutting into my skin.
Breathing erotic.
I had to do something.
So I do what I know best... Manipulate.
Without thinking my hands race to his biceps, turning my head I look him in his beautiful eyes. I make my breath heavy and hard. Making him smirk and cock his head to the side. Running my fingertips up and down his biceps, biting my lip I took one look at his lips and his came crashing on mine.
..sorry alan...
My thoughts ran out every sentence and thought I had about Alan, within seconds my body moved forward and I walked me and him into the ladies bathroom. Pushing him off me smirking I grabbed the mop and ran out the door. Putting the rod through the handle and running for my life.
Alan.
Alan was the only thing on my mind while I was kissing my idol. Alan fucking Ashby. That boy is my drug and I needed him. I needed his lips on mine, I needed his body pressed against mine. I needed Alan.
Sprinting down the halls of consession stands, up the stairs of rows of seats. I stopped when I saw his read hair bopping to the beat of a Korn song. I smiled when I saw him having a good time. I ran to his side pulled his head down and kissed him.
Not some little peck on the lips l, but an actual kiss pushing my body against him hard seeping into the kiss. His tongue sweeping over my bottom lip asking for entrance, me accepting his actions let him. Everything was right. Everything.
After about five minutes we pulled away and rested our foreheads together.
"Do you guys want to fuck while it's still in the moment?" I heard Ry scream. Liz laughed her ass off.
"On another note; guys this is Ben." Liz laughed with a blush rising.
I wanted to forget everything with Pete, and I did; with Alan. I wasn't going to tell anyone but Ry. She would listen and understand, she wouldn't hate me, she would love me and help me at all costs.
Ry is good. Ry is what I need.
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The concert was over and everyone was still on a high from it. I didn't let go of Alan's hand once after we kissed. It might've been wrong of me to use this Ginger God as a safety net for my own reasons but I didn't care.
Ry was too drunk to drive so Chris took over the DD. We didn't want to go home so Ry got is a hotel room. Her parents knew but didn't care. Go figure. It was expensive but she didn't care.
We got up to the room and the first thing she did was blast music. She jumped up on the bed and started dancing awfully but she was having fun. She pulled Liz on the bed and made her dance with her. She then proceeded to pull me up their.
I went with it, who knows if she has bad rage when she's drunk She has bad rage enough sober.
And that's how our night went us dancing and getting drunk with Ry's beer in her bag. The boys went and took Ry's card and got their own room. Something about not wanting to deal with drunk girls.
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"Wake the fuck up!" Someone scream/whispered in my ear. I wasn't completely out yet but they didn't know.
"What do you want?" I asked sitting up.
"I want to have some fun." Ry said while flinging me off the bed. She started stripping it down to the mattress.
"What are you doing?"
"Mattress sliding down stairs. You coming?"
"Oh hell yes."
We pulled the mattress out of the room to the stair case, lucky for us we got a twin mattress. Ry set it up and patted the spot by her. "You might want to hold on tight."
"Question. Do you feel like where being watched?" This thought was bugging me. "Since we walked past the boys room I feel like someone's been watching us."
"Get the fuck over it. If someone is watching us they want to be us because this is gonna be so FUCKING AWESOME!" she screeched.
I laughed at my drunk best friend and held on the mattress for dear life as she pushed it down and jumped on. I was screaming my heart out I was terrified and thrilled at the same time. Her loud laughter filled the stair case as we went down.
We finally made it to the bottom of the first set. Ry hopped off and turned the mattress around the corner and repeated the push off again. We had nine flights of stairs to go down and we were just getting started.