earlier.
“Fuck no Ryan, I would never have sucked you off if I was with someone. I may be a lot of things Ryan, but I am not a cheater. “The we is myself and Troy. He was Franco’s boyfriend, he’s a lovely young man and he still lives in the house with me. He’s very sweet but definitely not my type.” I laugh at the thought of me and Troy.
I watch as Ryan stands up and walks over to me, I can feel myself trembling not knowing what he is going to do. When he is standing just two feet away from me he stops.
“So, just to clarify, you were thrown away at eighteen, you made some bad decisions that ended up hurting you. Then you changed your life by hard work and determination to become the man you are now. Is that right?”
I can only manage a nod as he wraps my life up so simply, so succinctly.
“Shit Nico, if that’s what you had to do to survive then you should be proud of yourself. You survived even after all you had endured. But what made you come back after all this time, when did you decide to?”
“I had already clicked on the ‘going’ link when Troy found me still looking at the reunion announcement on Twitter. He told me I was stupid if I didn’t come here, he told me that Franco would’ve wanted me to see you again, even if it was just to apologize for leaving you and then have to go back home again. He told me that I needed to see you again.” I lower my head, I feel worn out. I haven’t had to explain myself to anyone for a long time. But the relief to have come clean to the one person, the only person I cared about is huge.
“After you left I kept going around to your house but your parents just slammed the door in my face and then just refused to answer the door. All my phone calls were ignored. They never spoke to me again. I never knew why you left or that they had disowned you”
He takes another two steps to me stopping right in front of me, his hands unfurl as he reaches out to grab me, pulling me up against him. His mouth crushes mine, his teeth pull on my lip and his tongue invades my mouth, tangling, dueling with mine.
Chapter seven - Ryan
How much more do I have to listen to this before I can take him back in my arms? I want to seek out these bastards, I want to hurt them, I want to destroy them. My beautiful man broken for nothing more than greed and for sick minds to lust over.
How much longer do I have to listen to his pain, unable to look me in the eye? He looks so ashamed when he should stand tall and proud. He is a true survivor. But hearing the pain at the loss of his mentor breaks my heart. I need him in my arms, I need him to love me as much as I love him, I think he does but is afraid so say the words, well I’m not, I’m going to tell him as I hold him. As I love him and let him love me.
I can’t take listening to him anymore, as he answers my questions so candidly I can see the tension controlling his body; the white of his knuckles as he grips the table so tightly, as well as how taut his legs and back are, he’s waiting for me to run.
In two steps I’m on him, I can’t hold back. I just want my mouth on his. Fuck. I want my mouth on every part of him. Crap, I wish he wasn’t hurt. I want to be on top of him, I want to be inside of him.
I hear his growl and match it with my own; suddenly we are pulling at each other’s clothes desperate to touch skin to skin. My hand skims over his ribs and I feel him tense up.
“Shit, Nicky, stop.” His head jerks up and his eyes narrow.
“What? What’s wrong, is this a goodbye fuck?” I can see the panic in his eyes as they widen in fear.
“What? Fuck no, but you’re hurt. I felt you flinch when I touched you.” I kiss his bruised lips which are now swollen from my kiss.
“Fuck that! I’ve had a fuck worse than this.” Nico kisses me again. “Please Ry I need you. I need to feel you, so bad.”
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, or rather my shirt, I move him away from my lips so I can pull it over
“Fuck no Ryan, I would never have sucked you off if I was with someone. I may be a lot of things Ryan, but I am not a cheater. “The we is myself and Troy. He was Franco’s boyfriend, he’s a lovely young man and he still lives in the house with me. He’s very sweet but definitely not my type.” I laugh at the thought of me and Troy.
I watch as Ryan stands up and walks over to me, I can feel myself trembling not knowing what he is going to do. When he is standing just two feet away from me he stops.
“So, just to clarify, you were thrown away at eighteen, you made some bad decisions that ended up hurting you. Then you changed your life by hard work and determination to become the man you are now. Is that right?”
I can only manage a nod as he wraps my life up so simply, so succinctly.
“Shit Nico, if that’s what you had to do to survive then you should be proud of yourself. You survived even after all you had endured. But what made you come back after all this time, when did you decide to?”
“I had already clicked on the ‘going’ link when Troy found me still looking at the reunion announcement on Twitter. He told me I was stupid if I didn’t come here, he told me that Franco would’ve wanted me to see you again, even if it was just to apologize for leaving you and then have to go back home again. He told me that I needed to see you again.” I lower my head, I feel worn out. I haven’t had to explain myself to anyone for a long time. But the relief to have come clean to the one person, the only person I cared about is huge.
“After you left I kept going around to your house but your parents just slammed the door in my face and then just refused to answer the door. All my phone calls were ignored. They never spoke to me again. I never knew why you left or that they had disowned you”
He takes another two steps to me stopping right in front of me, his hands unfurl as he reaches out to grab me, pulling me up against him. His mouth crushes mine, his teeth pull on my lip and his tongue invades my mouth, tangling, dueling with mine.
Chapter seven - Ryan
How much more do I have to listen to this before I can take him back in my arms? I want to seek out these bastards, I want to hurt them, I want to destroy them. My beautiful man broken for nothing more than greed and for sick minds to lust over.
How much longer do I have to listen to his pain, unable to look me in the eye? He looks so ashamed when he should stand tall and proud. He is a true survivor. But hearing the pain at the loss of his mentor breaks my heart. I need him in my arms, I need him to love me as much as I love him, I think he does but is afraid so say the words, well I’m not, I’m going to tell him as I hold him. As I love him and let him love me.
I can’t take listening to him anymore, as he answers my questions so candidly I can see the tension controlling his body; the white of his knuckles as he grips the table so tightly, as well as how taut his legs and back are, he’s waiting for me to run.
In two steps I’m on him, I can’t hold back. I just want my mouth on his. Fuck. I want my mouth on every part of him. Crap, I wish he wasn’t hurt. I want to be on top of him, I want to be inside of him.
I hear his growl and match it with my own; suddenly we are pulling at each other’s clothes desperate to touch skin to skin. My hand skims over his ribs and I feel him tense up.
“Shit, Nicky, stop.” His head jerks up and his eyes narrow.
“What? What’s wrong, is this a goodbye fuck?” I can see the panic in his eyes as they widen in fear.
“What? Fuck no, but you’re hurt. I felt you flinch when I touched you.” I kiss his bruised lips which are now swollen from my kiss.
“Fuck that! I’ve had a fuck worse than this.” Nico kisses me again. “Please Ry I need you. I need to feel you, so bad.”
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, or rather my shirt, I move him away from my lips so I can pull it over
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