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*A/n....so yall know by now about panic...i cant say im not disappointed in the whole situation..Ryan cant do without Brendons voice, and Brendon cant do without Ryans lyrics...i guess ill just have to wait and see...good luck boys!**

It was the summer of my sixteenth birthday. I was standing on the front lawn of my parents property with a garden hose in my hand watering the browning grass. My chestnut brown hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few lose strands falling down over my shoulders. My green tank top and cut off jean shorts were stained with water droplets and bits of mud. I chewed on a piece of stale gum as I carelessly sprayed the water over the sad patches of grass. There was whistling from around the corner, and I looked up to see a gorgeous boy walked down the side walk. He wore a tight fitting white t-shirt and blue jeans. His golden hair fell around his face in such a manner that he looked like he had walked out of a fashion magazine. He was obviously a bit older than me, but that didn't stop me from looking. As he walked by, he looked up at me. His footsteps slowed until they ceased altogether. His beautiful lips turned up into a smile, and when he spoke to me, I knew right then that my fate was sealed.



The evening heat clung to my body like an unwanted blanket in the blistering summer. My fingers held a lit cigarette that I had taken one drag from, but was really just for socializing. Lucas and I were sitting outside a bar talking to a group of foreign tourists from France. Lucas was interested in one of the girls, she was stunning. I was busy with one of the guys. Accents were a huge turn on for me, and just listening to this guy was making me hot for him.

"You're country is very beautiful," he told me after I had asked him what he thought of it. "And the women are beautiful. But you might be the most beautiful of all." He brushed his palm against my collar bone and then down my arm. "Can I take you somewhere?"

I looked over at Lucas, who was very wrapped up in his conversation with his French girl.

"That sounds good." I pushed my cigarette into the ashtray and took his outstretched hand. We were walking past the Caesar, which I hadn't returned to for two weeks, when somebody stepped in front of us. I just about walked right into the person, and I was ready to curse when I found myself looking at Ryan.

"You've been avoiding me," he said, taking no notice of my French companion.

"You think an awful lot of yourself if you think that," I replied haughtily. "I don't come here every weekend."

"Valerie, can we stop playing games so that I could just get to know you?"

"I am sorry," interrupted the tourist. "What is happening?"

"You can leave her with me," Ryan said. I opened my mouth to refuse, but he was already gone, muttering in French.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I placed my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. He ignored my question and ran a hand through my hair.

"I've missed you," he said sincerely. I stepped away from him, anger flaring up inside me. I had avoided him for this very reason. He was too gentle, and too soft a person for me to continue sleeping with. He wasn't the kind of guy that wanted just one night stands, he needed a relationship, and he wouldn't get that out of me.

"What do you want from me Ryan? With all due respect, I got what I wanted from you. All I wanted was a one night stand, nothing complicated! I don't want anything to do with you, but here you are again! What did you mean when you said those things last time? Tell me what you want; because the sooner I figure it out the sooner I can get you out of my life."

"While sex would be the obvious answer, can't I just want to know you?" As he smiled, his white teeth shone with the bright lights.

"No. Goodnight," I said and started marching off in the other direction. I knew he was going to follow, but I pretended not to notice as he fell in step next to me. I quickened my pace, which he matched easily because I was wearing heels. We made it about two blocks before I sighed and stopped.

"Ryan, you're a pretty decent guy. You should just save yourself the trouble and not bother with me. Because you'll never get anything out of me other than sex."

"Well I can't see where that's a problem."

"You're not the kind of guy that can handle just sex. I mean, sure at first you'll think that's great, but you'll end up wanting more and that's just not going to happen."

Ryan looked at me with an amused expression. His pinched lips looked as if they were trying not to turn upwards as he shook his head from side to side.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," he said, stepping closer to me. "But if sex is all you’re going to give me I'm willing to take it. Besides, you said it yourself, I’m your best fuck, and it just so happens your the best I’ve ever had." I didn't have time to think about what he said because he took me in his arms and kissed me. He was met with little resistance, because while I wasn't so sure about him, I had been sex deprived for two weeks. I needed my fill somehow, and he was there.

"Just sex, nothing more," I whispered when he had pulled away from me. "Promise?"

"Promise," he replied, and then mumbled something that sounded like "for now," but I could have been mistaken. He smiled, taking my lips again. Mine moved hungrily, eager to get the evening started. His hands ran down my body, stopping at my hips to pull me closer to him. My hands curled around his arms but I pulled away when I heard whistles. Standing on the side walk beside a popular nightclub was probably not the best place to make out.

"We can go back to my place," he said knowing what I was thinking. "Brendon's out of town." He took my hand and waved towards a taxi. When we were in and on our way, the taxi driver started chatting and asked us, "So what are you two doing this evening?"

Ryan pulled my hand, which was still clasped in his, and brushed it over the crotch of his jeans. I could feel his hardening bulge beneath the straining fabric of his black jeans. He smirked at the drivers head and said casually, "oh we're just going to have a night in." He then slowly reached over and ran his hand up my dress. His fingers found my mound, but he paused momentarily and looked over at me; underneath my dress I wasn't wearing any panties. I smirked back at him and opened my legs making it clear what I wanted him to do. I held my breath as he slid his fingers along my crease. My hand was still resting on his crotch, and I could feel it growing harder. I rubbed his member through the fabric and watched as he bit his lip and leaned his head on the seat, his eyes gazing at me. My other hand went down beneath my dress and parted my lips so that he could press his fingers inside me. I pushed my hips forward to meet his fingers and stifled a moan as he began fingering me. I turned to look over at him, but he caught me off guard by capturing my lips. His tongue massaged mine as he continued to push his fingers in and out of me, pressing against the insides of my wall. My hips kept pushing forward to get his fingers as deep as I could while my other hand quickly undid his pants and slipped my hand under his boxers. There was very little room left in his pants, but I moved my hands up and down his member to the best of my ability.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of sex, but I could feel my first orgasm of the night building quickly. I ground my hips as much as I could against his hand as my hand moved faster on his member. When my climax came, I pressed my mouth hard against Ryan's, so that I wouldn't let out a moan that was trying to escape my throat. When the feeling had subsided, and it was safe to breathe again, I reached into my purse for a tissue to offer Ryan, but when I turned back to him, his fingers had just left his mouth and he wore a proud grin.

"I'll never get tired of that taste," he whispered leaning towards me.

Our cabbie dropped us off and Ryan led me silently to his apartment. He un locked the door and stepped aside to let me in first. My eyes quickly scanned the room before I turned back to him. He stood with his back to the door and was looking curiously at me. I could almost feel it when his eyes looked me up from head to toe, stopping to linger at my lips. He stepped forward and swiftly took my lips hostage. His tongue was eager, prodding and exploring my mouth. His strong hands roamed my backside, firmly pressing me against him. My own hands fumbled for the zipper of my dress which was conveniently located on the front. As I tried to shrug it off, Ryan's hands travelled quickly up to my shoulders and pushed the straps so that my dress crumpled to the floor. His hands were once again on my back, and his rough hands caressed my skin.

We stumbled blindly towards his bedroom door which was closed. My bare back was pressed against the cool frame, sending a shiver down my spine as Ryan opened the door and pulled me to the bed. Finally, we detached our lips long enough for him to discard his unwanted clothes and push the covers off the bed. He made a motion for me to lie down, but I shook my head.

"This time we're going to do it how I like it," I murmured and then pushed him down on the bed. I joined him, but instead of lying next to him, I swung my legs over his hips and hovered above his erect member. "This time, I get to fuck you." I placed my hands on the headboard for support, and slowly lowered myself onto his waiting manhood.

"Jesus," he muttered, "So fucking tight."

Slowly, I began to move my hips, creating the friction so desired between us. I looked down at Ryan, who was watching my wet mound riding his rock hard member. As I began to rise and fall faster, his hands came up and took my breasts, followed by his mouth. He licked around each of my nipple, careful not to touch the hard nub at the center. He teased me as I rode him faster, until finally I was begging him to suck my breasts. He obliged most willingly, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking.

"Holy fuck," I groaned as I gripped the headboard harder. Ryan began thrusting his hips to meet mine, moving in perfect synchronization.

"God Val," he moaned, dropping my breast from his mouth. "Fucking ride me faster." His hands went to my hips and began slamming me down on his cock, driving me near the edge. I slid up and down his member with such ease, it only made it easier to fuck him faster. When I knew I could no longer take it, I locked my arms in place and leaned my head forward.

"I'm going to finish," I moaned in his ear, but his own "I'm going to cum" drowned me out as he exploded inside me. I ground my hips onto his cock, my inside muscles clenching around him, as I let out a loud moan and then fell on top of him. Our loud, ragged breaths were the only sound that filled the room for minutes before I rolled off next to him onto my back.

"How the fuck do you do it?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"What?"

"Make me orgasm so fucking fast?"

He grinned and leaned over to kiss me.

"That's all you, sugar."

My thoughts began to come all at once, and I knew right away, that there was no way to stop my body from wanting more of Ryan, but there had to be guidelines.

"So if I decide to do this every week-"

"Sounds good to me," he interrupted.

"Let me finish. If I decide I want to do this every week, then there has to be rules okay?"

"I don't know if I like the sound of that." He was playing with a piece of my hair that had fallen onto my face.

"Rule number one. Under no circumstances will I ever sleep over. Two. There is to be no cuddling of any sort after sex. Three. Don't even think about having sex at my place, ever. Four, we are not dating, nor will we go out on dates. You are free to sleep with other people as am I. And finally, there will be no getting to know each other. Are we clear?"

Ryan shook his head but replied, "If that's what it takes. I don't agree with everything, but I'm not giving up the best sex I've ever had that easily."

"Good. Now enough talking." I resumed my position on top of him and leaned down to kiss him. His arms snaked around my body, and in a second, he had me on my back. He pinned my arms up over my head and grinned.

"My turn now," he whispered, pressing his knee to my drenched slit. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”