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Chapter 9

The day is over once again. They seem to drag in, yet fly by, if that's even possible. Ryan was getting changed and decided to have a shower seen as he didn't get to have one this morning. He hopped in, and didn't care at all that he was naked; even though there were no doors on the showers in the locker room.

He kept hearing noises, but he thought he was just being paranoid since he was in an open space.

He finished up and turned off the shower, forgetting he had no towel to dry off with. Fuck.

He tiptoed out of the shower stall looking round each corner making sure no body was there because he was, well, fucking naked.

But surprise surprise as he got to his locker, a now extremely familiar face just stood there. Surprised if you will.

"Well hello there. And i'm not talking to you, Mr. Ross."

"Fucking hell Brendon." Ryan said as he slowly put on his clothing.

"Why are you taking your time putting your clothes on Ryan? Trying to tease me?" Brendon said in a hush tone.

"No, i don't know, i just, i don't care when people see me naked. That's all."

"I can see why." Brendon said as he went and sat down on the bench.

"Bren, why are you always sarcastic? I mean, you seem so caring when you, you know, kiss me, and whenever you speak it's always just teasing, or being funny."

"I guess it's just because i feel if i don't say something funny, no one will like me. Oh god, i hate deep conversations. I'm going home." Brendon said as he walked out of the locker room. Ryan ran after him and caught up with him.

"But Bren, isn't, this, your home?" Ryan said warily.

"Oh. Yeah. Haha, i forgot."

A slight pause was upon them as Ryan jumped on Brendon. His lips interlocked with Brendon's as he found himself stumbling back into a wall. He let his lips detach their way from Brendons as Brendon fell and stumbled slightly.

"Fuck Ry, give me a chance to compose myself. How is this going to work anyways if i don't remember what has happened when you stop touching me? That's a little unromantic isn't it?"

"Well it's fine when i touch your clothes, it's only when i'm touching your actual skin."

"Oh and touching clothes is so arousing to you is it?"

"Fucking hell Bren i don't know, shit. Fuck."

"But wait, before, when you grabbed me by surprise, you remembered then? It didn't effect you, did it?" Ryan asked.

"Fuck, no, it must have been because i touched you first. As long as i touch you first, does it like, stop working or something?" Brendon asked with hope in his eyes.

"I don't know. Let's try it." Ryan said as he instructed for Brendon to touch him.

Brendon slowly raised his hand and hovered it over Ryan's face. He stroked it. A slight tinge of a shock went through both of them as they stood still, waiting for the power to kick in. It didn't.

He kept one hand on Ryan's face as his other wrapped around his thin waist. Pulling him in closer, he placed his lips upon Ryan's, sending a wave of sweet sensations through both of them. He picked him up and carried him to his make shift bed.

"Spectacular" Ryan breathed out, making Brendon chuckle.

Brendon was very tender with Ryan, placing him down slowly on the woolen blanket. Letting his head drop as he straddled his hips.

He slowly grinded against Ryan as he took off his shirt throwing it to his left. He leant over to kiss Ryan, only this time Ryan took control. He ran his tongue along Brendon's lip and gained entrance as their tongues battled. Not for dominance, but for pleasure. They explored each and every groove of each other mouths before Ryan began taking off his shirt.

"I'm new to this..." Ryan said shyly.

"And you think i'm not?" Brendon said with a cheeky smile.

"Hah, so, um, are we, you know?"

"Ryan i have no idea what your'e going on about darling, but i can see you're already very, cough aroused, so take off your pants."

Down to the point, Ryan thought to himself.

He slowly and warily slipped out of his jeans, revealing his hardness to Brendon who seemed quite amused.

He grabbed Ryan's neck and roughly kissed him, turning each other on just that extra bit more.

Slowly Brendon crept his way down and kissed above Ryan's boxer line. Ryan gave out a little moan and could feel Brendon smile.

He was shocked as he felt the cold air wrap around him and then soon after a hand. Brendon's hand was warm which made Ryan feel slightly more comfortable about the situation.

Another sweet moan slipped Ryan's lips and Brendon began to move his hand up and down, letting his fingers linger behind for a few seconds. Ryan's hands tangled within Brendon's soft curls as he slightly pushed and pulled.

Soon after Ryan had gotten into it, he felt Brendon's hand lift off and to be replaced with a warmth that could not be described. Brendon's soft tongue grazed the underside of Ryan's member as he gave off yet another moan. He started to sweat as he bucked his hips and ground underneith Brendon's mouth, sending shiver's down his spine.

Although it had only been a few minutes, Ryan was close to the edge as his hands grasped the blanket underneith him and his knuckles turned white with the amount of pressure that was placed upon them.

Brendon's tongue swirled around the tip causing Ryan to reach over the edge and spilling into Brendon's open mouth. Brendon, being polite swallowed as he looked deep into Ryan's eyes which made Ryan go all red faced with how aroused he was.

Ryan's head flung back in ecstasy as he gathered his breathing back to normal and let his temperature drop.

"Fuck Brendon. That was..-"

"Shh" Brendon whispered as he kissed Ryan once more, gently and layed down next to him.

He listened to Ryan's breathing soften out, and knew he was drifting off to sleep. He joined Ryan and wrapped his arms around him, feeling Ryan shift places and nuzzle into Brendon's neck.

Brendon was content as he too drifted off to sleep.

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