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Post by ava4 on Jul 17, 2009 22:28:43 GMT -4
now it's half past three and i can seet h e - t e s t - t h a t - h a s - b e e n - p l a c e d - b e f o r e - m e . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - From the moment that they made eye contact, Sam Delancey seemed to strike some sort of nerve inside of Ryan Aldridge. Contrary to what anyone would have thought, it wasn't so much in a bad way; no, not at all, aside from the attitude he remembered getting the first time that they actually met -- well, tour was pretty hectic, so Ryan couldn't blame him for that one time, he guessed -- but still, it was a way that was a little unfamiliar in a sense. Even if he was kind of a jerk on first impression, there was always room for improvement. At least, with him, he hadn't really felt so...tingly, inside, for lack of a better way to put it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there wasn't a real way for him to describe it other than the fact that this whole thing was just some form of admiration, daresay even close to a crush. But they were two different people, so it seemed, from the outer exteriors and the way they acted around their band members. So, this was weird, but it really wasn't, right? The repeated saying of 'opposites attract' kept running through his mind, but he was starting to feel that they weren't so opposite after all. Of course, by default Ryan was pretty personable and gave people second chances -- everyone deserved them, and Sam was no exception. With an awkward establishment and exchange of screen names after one random run-in, soon it was peculiar that he and Sam managed to end up talking almost every single night, whether it be through iChat or Twitter or even in person. And the closer they got, if you could call it getting closer, the more Ryan was very intrigued by the singer-screamer of the band that was total opposite from his own. With a yawn, he rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. Sure, it was a little bit late in the afternoon and he probably should have been doing something band-related instead of having taken a nap, but the rest of the week had already been full of too much work and Ryan decided after the signing today that the rest of the night was going to be set aside for his down-time. And currently, the definition of 'down-time' was 'talk to Sam on AIM for a little while only it'll be a very long while.'
'I like you a lot.' That was definitely something he didn't expect himself to say, let alone think about someone he really barely knew so well. But his long fingers tapped at the keys on his Macbook, and before he knew it it was said, sent and recieved, logged on Sam's message box until the conversation would be closed out. Or, maybe never ever erased, you never knew. There would be proof on the internet about this, he thought to himself with a slight and silent chuckle -- those who knew him well enough knew his sexuality really was towards males, it was the fact that he was never the stereotypical flambuoyant gay guy that the world would have wanted him to be. Maybe that's what he should've been, maybe it would have been easier to read him. But that's exactly what Ryan wanted, to be unreadable, to be enticing and mysterious enough for someone else to want to get to know him, not for the musician he was or pretty face that he had. And he guessed by this time Sam had understood that, in addition to being the same way -- Ryan would have never guessed that the other boy was at least bisexual, not with his position. Screamers, let alone members of a growingly popular hardcore-screamo band, weren't thought to be gay or anything towards it. But there it was again, those labels. He hated them with a passion, hated labels and fakeness. At least he could talk to Sam about it and have someone agree with him one-hundred percent, and at the very least, Sam could relate to him. Or he hoped he wasn't just putting on a front -- he seemed sincere and sweet enough. The screen of his laptop flashed again, illuminating his face with the blinking IM window, and Ryan could feel his cheeks flushing, the temperature in his body rising as he read Sam's response to his last comment. It had been almost two hours since they started talking, and whatever they had started out talking about definitely flew out of the window, replaced by much unexpected heavy flirting. He could blame Sam for that all he wanted, but in truth, Ryan was just as much guilty as he was for even reciprocating it all. Not that he minded -- he most definitely didn't. But he also most definitely didn't expect the conversation to get a bit... dirty, and Ryan found himself faced with an offer (or was it a command, a plea?) to head off to Sam's bus for... well, for whatever it was that Sam seemed to be hinting at.
Gently pushing down on the screen to close the Macbook, he set his computer aside and smoothed the denim covering his legs as he stared out the blinded window of the tour bus he was on. So, should he really go? It would be rude not to, and... he had to admit it, to face it, he already admitted that he liked the other boy a lot more than a friend, or at least, he wanted to get to that point where they could like each other more than friends without having other people say it was just a random, summer tour fling. If it were that, he wouldn't even have bothered; the random hook-up thing was not his style -- but Sam Delancey seemed down with whatever he wanted. He said so himself, even as Ryan had brought up that all the people he's ever done anything with have ended up in a long-term relationship. His response; that in itself showed something to Ryan, the willingness for commitment was always a turn-on, at least in his eyes. Standing up from his seat, he walked himself over to the bathroom for a hair check -- that was a must over anything else if he was going to go out, especially if it was going to be to see another boy who was interested in him. It was fine, as always, but he pulled his toothbrush out of the side cabinet and went to go about his hygiene -- who knew what they were going to end up doing, anyway? After he was finished he stared at himself in the mirror for almost another ten minutes before finally leaving his bus, his tour pass flipping over itself as it dangled from the key clasp that hung from his back belt loop. As he walked across the lot, he could see people still wandering around, could hear the other Past Twelve bands still playing their sets on the various stages around the particular venue; it wasn't that late, as it was seven and things sometimes ran towards nine or so, and he was kind of surprised that Skyline didn't have a night-ish set on the start of the weekend. Well, it was all the better for him, he supposed. Checking his iPhone, he contemplated sending off a text to let Sam know that he wasn't bailing, that he was actually coming, but he shoved it back into his pocket, figuring that it would be better as a surprise. At the very least, if any of his band mates asked questions, they were "hanging out" and that was it. That was another thing he'd have to ask him, how open he was...
Luck must have been on his side that day, because he was able to make it to Sam's tour bus without being followed or harassed by a fan or seven. Approaching the door, he found it unlocked -- good. Pulling on the handle, he stepped inside, skipping the set of three steps and making a bigger spur forward and onto the bus as he shut the door behind him. Instantly hit by the cool air of the air conditioner, he felt a little less nervous, even though it showed in the fact that he was now running his hand through his dark hair in anticipation. Walking down the narrow path between the common area, he made it towards the back bunk area, and he took off his white button-down shirt, slipping his finger through the label on the collar and slinging it over his shoulder casually and leaving him in his fitted black v-neck -- he was still feeling hot, thanks to the sweltering summer heat outside. Opening the dividing door, he faced Sam, who had his head turned away from him. Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed one of his long legs over the other, the tip of his slip-ons pointed against the floor as he casually knocked against the wall to get his attention -- okay, maybe he was doing that posing on purpose, just because he could. "Sorry, knocking when I'm already inside defeats the purpose now, doesn't it?" He smiled his trademark smile, his brown eyes focusing on the other boy while he reacted. Relaxing his shoulders and standing straight again, he walked in further, standing about two feet away from Sam as he looked at him, a quick yet very obvious look-over in process. They were so much closer now, physically, and Ryan enjoyed the fact that he could get a better look at him -- he really was an attractive boy, totally his type if there was one, not a flambuoyant male. "Soooo," he said finally, brushing his dark bangs out of the way of his eyes as he looked to make eye connections with Sam, "what exactly did you want to 'show' me in person, hmm?" Of course, the whole statement being said online was sexual enough, Sam was implying other things and had even said something about fooling around, and even though Ryan was completely aware of what was happening despite any naughty thoughts in his head, he was still a little skeptical over the clarification. For all he knew, the 'fooling around' part was just another one of those things said that merited a response of "what?" from him, which he did say even before responding to the situation at hand. For all he knew, Sam just wanted to show off those acoustic songs he had mentioned earlier. Yet Ryan found himself smirking, his eyes dancing a little as he thought over what to say. "Well... I bet it's nice, whatever it is..."
s t a t u s , done t a g g i n g , tati as sam w o r d s , 1790 n o t e s , asjdkfhsjkdf
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Post by tatiana2 on Jul 18, 2009 1:14:18 GMT -4
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There was no real way to describe how Sam Delancey liked Ryan Aldridge. Sure, Sam was not straight -- he had hooked up with boys in high school before, and while he had never outright dated one he never hid his sexuality from anyone, in the fear that someone would think that he was hiding it and got mad at him. He didn't usually have strong feelings for guys either; especially not ones that he right off the bat got a bad vibe from, just because Sam had been having a strangely bad day (although that was no excuse) and had been uncharacteristically rude to Ryan straight away, without getting his facts straight. Even when he was trying to be obnoxious and snarky towards Ryan, he couldn't help but to notice that the boy sitting in 'his' seat was cute, really cute. And even when he awkwardly apologized and ended up getting Ryan's screen name just because they were on tour together and needed to interact and stuff, just because of this he didn't expect himself to develop feelings for the boy with the pretty smile and amusing conversations. Hey, Ryan could put up with Sam's obnoxious hyperness at the insane hours of the night, who wouldn't fall for someone like that? And while Sam didn't crush often, he crushed hard. It was hard for him to keep in comments about how cute Ryan was, or how good of a singer he was. Sam struggled with it a lot, but was containing his feelings as to not make his new found friend to feel uncomfortable, because that always ended badly. He recalled a time when he hit on a straight boy unknowingly, and the extreme uncomfortableness that came after. He couldn't let that happen with Ryan, because he valued him as a friend at the very least.
Skyline had finished a set at about four pm that day, Sam was feeling disgusting. The heat and the lights and the screaming -- he was all sweaty and probably looked like ten miles of bad road and just felt... icky. So, like any good not-straight boy would do, he went straight to the bus and took an hour long shower before any of his band mates could bother coming into the bus. Not like any of them did, because while Sam was running around stage, at the front where the sun would just barely focus it's burning gaze, the rest were in the comforts of shade and stillness. After drying his towel and throwing on a fresh t-shirt and boxers, he took the opportunity to check to see if Ryan was online -- he was, surprisingly. Apparently his band had an early set time too, surprising because everyone seemed to love A Remedy For Lies. Before Sam even knew Ryan, before he knew that Ryan had a perfect smile and perfect hair and a perfect personality, his band was his guilty pleasure. Ryan had a perfect voice to go along with all of that stuff, and Sam would make sure to abuse that in whatever ways he could. After the conversation took off, it was revealed that Ryan was gay, something that Sam didn't expect in the slightest. Needless to say, the moment he read those words on the screen, his heart started pounding and he felt as if the air conditioning had broken, because the room instantly got warmer. As the conversation deepened, Sam revealed that he had feelings for Ryan and vice versa, and rather than continue this lovely conversation on the internet, he would like to do it in person. That, and do other things, but only if Ryan was up to it.
Sam signed off, forcing Ryan to either come over or forfeit his feelings, only not really because Sam would like Ryan whether he showed up or not. After a couple minutes of waiting, Sam got anxious and stood, walking over to his duffel bag to dig for the only thing that could calm him down right now. He lifted the book and went back to his bunk, collapsing on the lower level as he opened the wrinkled and worn pages. He'd read this one... oh, too many times to count. He relaxed as his eyes scanned the page -- he was up to the part where the Death Eaters had invaded the Triwizard Tournament, one part that made him happy because the Death Eaters succeed for once in the book. He grinned as he read the words that he had read so many times before -- each time he read them, he understood the story on an even deeper level. He caught everything in these books at this point, from foreshadowing to deliberate repeats of some words. One might call him a nerd for knowing all of this, but he called it life. Everyone needed a little magic in their lives, right? Just as he was about to get to the good stuff, where the dark mark was shot up in the sky for everyone to see and Harry looses his wand, he heard a knock at his door frame. Funny, because he hadn't heard anyone knock at the first door or even enter the bus. He smiled as he turned to see Ryan, setting his book at the foot of his bunk before standing to be eye level with the boy who had taken so long to show up in the first place. Okay, it wasn't really a long time, but he felt as if he had been waiting for hours, years maybe. Sam was never a patient person, and although the goblet of fire sometimes helped him get through these times, it wasn't enough.
Sam smirked as he stared at Ryan's pose, looking very model-esque with both his position and his clothes. His smile, oh god that smile. It was the first thing that Sam noticed about the boy, and it made him melt every time. "It certainly does. And I don't remember inviting you in..."
[/color] Ryan took a few steps closer, and Sam blushed as he realized that this was the closest they had been as two boys who liked other boys, not two 'straight' boys who had to be just friends. "Oh right, I guess I did." He had sent an open invitation with that instant message, and it had to have been rather tempting, what with his mysterious sign off and ominous meaning. There were certain sexual promises made in the tail end of their conversation, but they were left open ended and purposely meant to confuse. Sam was a tease, he was already aware of that, but everything he said was true and meaningful. He would follow through with it all, because he was just a regular tease, not the type who did it for the sake of making someone horny with no intentions of following through. He gave Ryan the look over again, watching his every move at this point. He stared at his hand as he brushed his bangs out of his face, their eyes meeting. His own were probably twinkling and giving away his thoughts, his feelings, and everything connected to the two, but he didn't care. Everything was out in the open now, right? He'd confessed his own crush, and Ryan didn't run away, in fact he was here, standing in front of him. That had to be a good sign. Sam's eyes opened a little wider, as he realized that Ryan would not be timid and shy in the company of him. Sam had never really been awkward around guys or girls that he had feelings for, so he was glad that he wouldn't have to make any extra effort in this. "Oh, it is." He took another tiny step towards Ryan, closing the small gap between them. The two may have been very obnoxious with their "what?" "what."'s on the internet, but obviously there was no need for that here. They couldn't hide behind those words anymore, not successfully anyways. All they could do was tell the truth, and be open about their feelings. Sam knew he personally was a terrible liar, so there was no point. Sam put his hands on Ryan's shoulders, leaning forward to connect their foreheads. Ryan was at least a couple inches taller than himself, although that didn't bother him. In high school he once dated a girl who was nearly six feet tall herself, and that didn't bother him one bit. He was never so sensitive about height, especially when it came to guys. "I'm not going to show you that just yet..." He breathed, teasing Ryan with an Eskimo kiss. His movements were slow, and as it came to a stop, he connected their lips together softly. Sam wasn't usually forceful at first, so this was no change. He felt comfortable with Ryan, despite this all. Starting out strictly in the friend zone and then moving straight to the boyfriend zone could sometimes be weird, and he was glad that in this case it wasn't at all. "This isn't weird for you, is it?"[/color] Sam questioned, leaning back so that he could look Ryan straight in the eye again. His hands wandered down to Ryan's sides, fingering the bottom hem of his really sexy black v-neck. Sam personally loved v-necks, showing off the collar bone -- one of Sam's personal weaknesses -- and a nice clean chest, because Sam personally didn't like chest hair very much. Reminded him too much of 70's porn stars, to be quite honest. His mouth moved to Ryan's neck, his breath warm and slow. As he wrapped his fingers around the shirt, ready to peel it off at any given time (hey, it was extremely warm around here and he was sure it would be more comfortable anyways.) "Cause you know. I can always stop."[/color] He lightly kissed Ryan's neck, lifting the fabric slowly as he leaned back to make it easier. "Black absorbs heat. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable this way."[/color] Sam added, his excuse at least a little valid. He grinned as he threw it to the floor, his eyes contacting with Ryan's again. Hey, who could resist Sam? He looked so innocent and then turned to a declothing, sensual seducer, with intentions that weren't so honorable right now. He kissed Ryan's lips again, his palms rested on Ryan's hips so that his fingers could gently touch his back. He bit his own lip and nudged his nose to Ryan's once more, his eyes going big. "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked softly, wanting to make sure this was not only okay but not just a fling. Having a 'yes' would make Sam feel like less of a slut and over all more comfortable about this, not like he wasn't comfortable right now. It would make it all more morally acceptable, and it would make his heart a little happier. notes, i reuse coding / get distracted easily. tagged, ava as ryan, because ryam is amazing. words, 1818 says relapse word count box~ [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ava4 on Jul 20, 2009 2:10:31 GMT -4
now it's half past three and i can seet h e - t e s t - t h a t - h a s - b e e n - p l a c e d - b e f o r e - m e . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Straightening up, Ryan's arm fell from behind his shoulder and went back to his side, letting his shirt hang from his index finger's simple grip. He bit down on his lip a little bit, watching Sam's movements like a hawk, from setting his Harry Potter book down (he should have known that the other boy would've probably been doing something related to the wizard that almost everyone loved) to slowly standing up and becoming more leveled in proximity to their heights. Ryan never noticed that he was a little bit taller than Sam until now, they had never been THIS close before. Or they had been, but that was all friendly-like and not face to face as if they were about to...make out or something. "Yeah, you did," he said, going along with what they were talking about, brushing a little past the whole 'come over because I would like to fool around with you if you want' part of their previous online conversation. His smile faded into a smaller one, a little timid but not withdrawn, just enough to still make his thoughts and intentions be sly and a little mysterious. "So, you should, you know, fess up, and show me or something?" Smooth, really -- at least he could laugh about it a little, even if his nerves were kinda going a little crazy right now. With another breath, Ryan seemed to hold it for a little longer than he intended to, once Sam started getting even closer with each small step he took. Face to face, eye to eye, they were super close to each other, with Ryan able to determine the height difference as being at least an inch and a half, maybe even less, but he wasn't Einstein, he couldn't see these things and calculate them for what they were. Ryan wasn't oblivious, he saw through the whole teasing game; he knew Sam was kind of doing it on purpose, just because he could. But at least, the blush on the other boy's cheeks told him something, that this was indeed real -- it was enough to qualify as the in-person proof that he was seeking out.
With their gazes locked, it was definitely serious. This whole thing was serious between and for the both of them, he definitely saw it now. And there was no way they could start 'what'-ing each other now; Ryan was at least thankful for the openness of this setting. Sam showed no intention of hiding anything, and in Ryan's book, that was a winner right there, a person who wasn't afraid of what others would say or think, someone who wouldn't be brought or pressed by a fear of judgment because of who they truly were as a person. When Sam reached out to rest his hands on his shoulders, Ryan stood still as opposed to his reflex of moving backward. Hey, you never knew if a person was going to reach out and strangle you instead of giving you a hug or anything like that...well, at least, that's the little fear he got, after he watched too many movies with crazy psychopaths in them who were on a rampage or something. Anyway. He couldn't help but smile softly again as he bent his neck downward, his lips reflecting his shyness and sweetness as he willingly let Sam stay in his position, with their foreheads against each other. "Sorry about my hair," he whispered, as it was falling a little in the way despite the closed space between their faces. There was something about Sam, this whole unexpected thing in regards to his behavior -- Ryan was rather happy that he was different from what he thought he could be, and he most certainly appreciated this cute physical contact; he was definitely all about that. "Are you sure?" he asked when Sam whispered that he wouldn't show him yet. "Not even if I made my cutest pout?" he added, and he closed his eyes for the brief moment that the other boy was giving him an Eskimo kiss, the corners of his lips definitely plastered and permanent in their upturned position in his smile. The seconds passed and he knew it was coming, his heart was practically beating out of his chest as Sam took his time to get closer. Ryan had no problem with this, and as he welcomed the soft kiss he raised his hand to Sam's cheek, his thumb brushing along his skin softly as he rested his hand against it to more or less will him to stay close and lip-locked.
When Sam broke free of their kiss, Ryan somehow felt a little dizzy and lightheaded. Not because he was sick and disgusted or anything close to that -- no way was it anything close to that anyway -- but because...well, it was basically that he felt like he was on a cloud or something at that very moment. He had to admit, Sam's lips were pretty soft and kissable, as gay as that may have sounded, and boy was he a good kisser. "No, it's not weird. Not weird at all," he breathed, blinking rapidly as he tried to catch his breath and maybe slow his heart rate down a little more. "Don't stop." He couldn't help but shake at Sam's touch, even through the fabric of his black shirt that covered the sides of his body where Sam's hands were now resting. Fingers playing with the hem, he could feel his fingertips brushing against his skin as he did so, and Ryan closed his eyes and gasped as quietly as he could when he suddenly felt Sam lean in closer, his breath against his neck. "Damn, you found my weak spot," he said, cooperating with Sam's movements as he could feel his shirt being tugged above his head and off his body completely, eyes briefly flickering from Sam's face to where the shirt landed on the bus floor. "Wow, you're a winner, you know -- you're a good guesser, AND you're very logical... I'll just have to find some way to get you back or something..." Oh, Sam's hands were a little cold as he rested them against the skin of his sides. There, he was shirtless and exposed to Sam from the top half so far, and while Ryan would never have taken his shirt off during a show no matter how hot it was, he didn't feel at all awkward or uncomfortable during this whole process. He was totally fine, un-self-conscious if anything, and really, he didn't have anything to be self-conscious of except for maybe his paleness. Other than that, he had a pretty good body. And he honestly hoped that Sam liked what he saw, because he was now somehow way more eager to be completely declothed, to show him more, the rest of him -- take that however you wanted to. He shivered and kind of really pressed his body forward more during their next drawn-out kiss, what with Sam touching his fingers against his lower back; another sensitive spot. In response, his fingers ran through Sam's hair as he kept him close, and he was a little sad that he chose to break away again; it didn't last that long enough for him to be so deprived of air already, did it?
The question posed by Sam made Ryan melt inside. Just the way he did it, the way he looked as he stared at him with his big brown eyes -- god, Sam Delancey was so cute, how was it possible for someone to be so wonderful like that? "Yeah," he found himself saying, a lot more quickly, eager, and with more confidence and certainty than he thought he had. At least it was true, and he sounded exactly the way he had intended himself to. Of course he would've said yes if he was asked out by him; after all the amazingly long and interesting conversations that they had into the early morning ours, after all the texts and tweets to each other, it was pretty much safe to say that Ryan definitely liked Sam a hell of a lot. "I would like that a lot, Sam," he added with that soft smile again, this time taking the initiative and pulling Sam in closer for yet another kiss. While doing so, his own hands wandered over the other boy's sides, tugging at the fabric of his shirt as he led Sam back over to the bunk where he had come from sitting on before. Good thing that they were well-spaced out, these new buses that the record label had willingly provided to the bands on tour definitely were worth however much money they were paid for in terms of a band member's comfort or needs and wants of all senses of the word. Breaking the kiss, Ryan sat down against the bunk, looking up at Sam with his own brown eyes that held an unfamiliar look of warmth and want and everything in between desire and just friendship. "Can I see now?" It wasn't really said sexually at all -- of course it was a little sexual just because of the mood, but otherwise the statement was definitely more cutesy and innocent, just like he intended it. Before Sam could respond, Ryan was already putting his hands on Sam's waist, fingers doing pretty much the same thing against Sam's shirt, running under his shirt and running up his spine. Ryan made sure not to break eye contact with him as his hands now moved to undo his belt buckle very slowly, before he went to work on the zipper and button of his jeans. Biting his lip, he pulled at Sam's jeans, letting them fall to his ankles, and he took in a rapid breath out of sheer anticipation. Well, Sam couldn't hide anything anymore, boxers were always fail at masking things anyway. He sighed heavily, the feeling of hornyness getting the best of him -- he was in front of a guy that he liked, reverse half-naked with his new boyfriend, one of the cutest people on this tour in his eyes. "I could just stop too," he said quietly as he smirked, tilting his head to the side to let the front of his hair fall away from his eyes as he continued looking up at Sam, his thumbs wedged in between the band of his boxers and his skin, rubbing against his lower abdomen slowly and teasingly. "If you wanted."
s t a t u s , done t a g g i n g , tati as sam w o r d s , 1761 n o t e s , lol omg ilt.
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Post by tatiana2 on Jul 20, 2009 3:24:17 GMT -4
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How the hell did Ryan Aldridge get to be so cute? Sure, Sam was cute himself, but in a different way - - he got told on a daily basis that he was, by girls screaming his name in the middle of the crowd in front of his stage. While Sam might have had an air of bad ass with a heart surrounding him, Ryan was purely adorable. Something about his soft complexion and gorgeous smile... he would think it a million times that day, that Ryan had the most beautiful and inviting smile that he had ever seen. He could totally win America's Next Top Model, if he was a girl and if Tyra Banks wasn't a loon. Ryan's sentences may have not been the most smooth things he could say, but they were certainly making Sam excited for the events that could possibly follow. Judging by Ryan's persistence, he was just itching to get Sam out of his clothes. "I guess I made you kind of excited over AIM, huh?" Sam giggled very manly-like, his eyes soft and full of compassion. Man, he liked Ryan so much, it as insane. He had been attracted to boys in the past, and had fooled around with them, but he had never actually had real, true feelings for one. Hell, he hadn't liked a girl as much as he liked Ryan right now... and that was a scary feeling, but it was also kind of the most wonderful feeling in the world. Dare he say it, but he could see himself loving Ryan.
"Don't apologize for something that's absolutely perfect." Sam commented, his voice level very low as to not deafen Ryan with normal speech. Their faces were so close together, he was afraid that anything over a whisper would hurt either of their ears. Sam loved Ryan's hair, almost as much as he loved his own hair. Honestly he couldn't think of one thing wrong with Ryan, maybe that he was too nice or something equally as pathetic for a flaw. Sam imagined Ryan pouting, puppy dog eyes, big lips, and reversed-arched eyebrows included, and he had to almost 'aww' out loud. He figured that he was very good at getting what he wanted with this look, because even the mental image made Sam want to give Ryan whatever he wanted... not like he didn't want to do that anyways, but still. "Okay, maybe then..." He breathed, hoping that the minty flavor of his after show mint was still present. He hadn't thought to brush his teeth before this, but he was an OCD brush-er anyways, so he was sure his breath was fine right now. And he had those weird habits like always chewing a piece of gum after eating or always popping a mint in after getting off stage, kind of like how he layered on deodorant in the morning. He hated to smell bad, just another one of his semi girly ticks he mused.
Sam held his breath while waiting for an answer, hoping that it wouldn't be a 'no.' He might have to die if it was... there was nothing worse than being turned down by a person you liked a whole lot, especially when they were standing right in front of you, being all seductive like. It's not like he figured Ryan was a tease, so his question was both honest but the answer was expected as well. His heart sped up when he asked him not to stop, which was basically a 'keep going,' which was basically a 'lets fool around a whole lot'... okay, maybe Sam was over thinking and over simplifying things, but a boy could dream. "Good!" His whisper had a sing-songy tone to it, a tone that was often present during his happy moods. At the mention of weak spot, Sam grinned - - he usually found his partner's fast, but not this fast. He must be getting good at this. He knew that he'd abuse this weak spot in the future... or right now. As Ryan's shirt fell to the floor in an attempt to get naked fast, Sam nipped at Ryan's neck again, hoping that the movement would successfully weaken him just like he had planned. "Oh I know, how on Earth did you find a catch like me?" Sam teased, honestly wanting to get this small talk over with. He just wanted to get to the good stuff, the exploration of bodies and all of that smutty goodness.
He gave Ryan's half naked body a glance - - the boy had better abs than most would guess, and his stomach was absolutely... could Sam use the word yummy without looking like a creep? Oh well, Ryan would never find out that that's what he thought about the area just above the hem of his pants. "Oh, and what way would that be?" Sam asked with a sly smirk, his curiosity getting the best of him. There were things that came implied with that, but Sam was never one to assume, and he wanted to hear it from Ryan's own mouth, not just his (Sam's) brain. Ryan's hands ran through his hair, one of Sam's own personal weak spots - - just people touching his really soft hair and pulling it made him go crazy, and although Ryan had shared information about his weak spot with him, Sam wasn't going to tell him. He would let him figure it out on his own, since he'd probably feel more triumphant about it anyways. He would find joy and pride out of touching every part of Ryan's body, looking for more of those spots that would make Ryan melt the minute he kissed or touched it. He was sure Ryan had more than that one, and it was his mission to find the rest. Just another excuse to touch Ryan all over, right? And it would be okay, because he was certain that they would be dating soon. He didn't want to seem full of himself, but he knew what was coming.
Ryan's answer was fast and definite, making Sam suck his own lip in and open his eyes in both surprise at the fast answer and excitement by what it was. He moved his arms to embrace Ryan in a half hug, leaving his hands between Ryan's shoulder blades. Sam's own hands were cool, especially on Ryan's burning skin. "Would you really?" He asked to verify, and his answer was Ryan's soft lips connecting with his own. Okay, so that was a yes. Sam closed his eyes as their lips parted a little, tongues darting ever so nervously. After a second he felt himself being pulled in the direction of his bunk, and he opened them to make sure he wouldn't trip and fall. He loved these bunks, they were so much better than the last ones on tour. Not only were they spaced more evenly apart, but they were also about eight inches wider - - that meant roomier for when you had someone over, although he doubted that was the intention when they designed the things. Ryan collapsed onto his (it was obviously his because of the book at the end, way to go Sam), with Sam standing between his legs. Oh my, this could turn into a compromising situation here soon. "I suppose you could." Sam breathed, honestly surprised by how forward Ryan was being. Over the chat, he seemed to be the one getting hit on more than being the one to do the dirty comments and such. Before Sam knew it, Ryan was touching his belt and making him kind of nervous with the closeness, pushing Sam's jeans down to rest around his ankles. He kicked them off smoothly, never being one to let them just sit there; that was trashy, like he was going to a cheap blonde hooker for a blow job or something.
"If you stop..." Sam warned, bending forward so that their foreheads were nearly touching again. "I will have to resort to using your weak spot against you." He finished, his mouth moving down Ryan's jaw to his neck, finally resting below his ear, where he threatened to bite again. He figured a quick kiss wouldn't do anything but make him even more aroused and anxious, so he let his lips touch the space just behind Ryan's earlobe gently, the touch cool from the little remains of his -boyfriends- saliva. He would never, ever get tired of calling Ryan that, not in a million years. It felt good to have a significant other on tour, someone that he could go to whenever, someone who could always be there for moral support band-wise, and someone to come home to bunk with. He figured that they'd spend the night together quite a bit, more often on Ryan's bus because while Sam was openly bisexual, he wasn't so sure his band mates would appreciate it - - most of them still tried to give off the hardcore vibe, although that sometimes didn't work so well when you had Sam leading them while screaming 'Avada Kedavra!' when upset. "Ryan." He breathed, getting tired of waiting. His hands moved to his own waist band and pulled down just a little, enough to tease him.
Sam bent forward and gave Ryan a deep kiss again, pushing him side ways and backwards onto the bed so that he could momentarily hover above him, and then roll over beside him. His own hand moved to Ryan's belt, unbuckling it and then... leaving it there. He grinned at Ryan with that, 'hah! i fooled you' look that he gave way too often, and kissed his cheek softly. "Should I just get naked for you now?" He laughed, only half kidding. He reached one of his hands behind him, smoothly pulling off his shirt in one grab. He wasn't going to lie, he had practiced doing that while he was bored at home one day in high school. All of the cool kids did it in movies, why couldn't he practice and learn how to declothe himself easily too? Now this was getting to be really unfair, what with Sam being nearly all the way naked and Ryan still being in jeans. Pft, jeans, how they just got in the way. "Gotta make things even, you know." He reasoned as he pulled Ryan's belt off, throwing it to the other side of the room. He was getting antsy now, not wanting to wait any more. In a few movements he unbuttoned and unzipped Ryan's pants, pushing them down as far as he could from his position, his eyes pleading with Ryan to kick them off all the way. He looked over for a minute and noticed the door was still open, and he shot an apologetic look at his boyfriend when he realized that he would have to close it.
He grabbed Ryan's hand that was currently teasing him at his lowering waistband and lifted it to his mouth, kissing it softly before he jumped up to slide the door closed. He locked it behind him, a feature that had gotten him in trouble a few times when he accidentally locked it before a nap, causing the rest of his band mates to have to explain to him that the lock was only for when someone had a girl (or boy) over, nothing else. This certainly fit the bill, and while his band mates were accepting of Sam's sexuality, they did not think it was enjoyable to walk in on him fooling around with another guy. He returned to the bunk and swooped down onto it, resuming his spot next to Ryan once more. He picked up Ryan's hand and placed it next to the slit in his boxers, hoping that they could pick up where they left off. "God, I have to say I imagined this happening way too many times in the past week." Sam admitted out of the blue, running his hand from Ryan's hip up to his arm, his touch chilling and electric at the same time. He nuzzled Ryan's neck, playing on his weakness for the third or fourth time that night. "Yeah, maybe you shouldn't have told me about this." Sam breathed, flicking his tongue over the most sensitive part of the neck. What an evil little scamp, Sam Delancey was, an evil scamp who was just aching for Ryan's hands to go places that they could never go if they were -just- friends.
notes, listening to ftsk rares makes me hyper. tagged, ava as ryan, because ryam is amazing. words, 2084 says relapse word count box~
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