College Fun

A/N: Alright so this is just a little side story about Ryan. This might hold a few teasers for you if you pay attention enough to some details. >.> So happy reading! Review please!


The base of the music inside the rather large looking building rattled the inside of my head, as the doors opened up to swallow me inside. As soon as my feet hit the flooring my nose was over powered by a wall of sex, cheap perfume and cologne. I wished that I could run away, retreat to the confines of my two-room apartment, with my overly protective samisen cat sitting by my feet as I typed out my four-page term paper. Oh, yes I have a cat, but I don't know how long that will last. I was never good at keeping animals alive or with me. But the hand on my shoulder was somehow keeping my frizzed mind in tract, as I was almost lost in the large crowd of moving bodies.

"Come on Ry, loosen up." Came the calm voice of my long time friend and roommate. I nodded my head trying to keep my calm face in place, but it was slowly being over come with fearfulness and panic that was swelling inside of me. I never liked crowds. The tanned hand left my shoulder as my more confident friend moved around me, his black hair in layers around his face, a gentle sway to his strands as he took sure steps around and through groups of people. I wish I were more like him. Wait.. He was leaving me!

"Ian!" I called trying to get his attention back on me, and not the red haired man that had stopped him. Who won't stop Ian? He was in his infamous baby pink mini skirt and black corset top with a pink almost cat collar binding his neck to match. His hair coming to just above his shoulders and let loose tonight, though the baby pink newsboy cap kept helped to keep it in the right place. Fuck, if I wasn't so.. Well like I am, I would ask him to dance with me. I gave a sigh then as the red head, led my friend out into the wall of moving bodies. I was now all alone.

Moving to get out of the line of site of most of the crazed people, I moved to sit in a two person both on the far side the building. It had a good view, where I could watch the many people and couples, moving around of their own accord. I really don't see where they get it. I don't see why or how they are so confident around strangers. They were all so attractive. Men with their glistening bodies rubbing and grinding into each other, beads of sweat being treasured enough to run down their brows and their necks. A sigh fell from my light rose-colored lips; many had said before that I had lips like a girl even since I was little. This was so depressing.

"Hey. Can I sit here?" My head shot up at the sound of a deeply male voice, though that was soon forgotten by the face that that voice came from. Flawless tanned skin, stretched from the top of his head all the way down to where his shirt covered his torso and the pants that clung to his hips and thighs. The bleach blonde hair that covered his scalp was chopped just so it gave it an 'I just got out of bed look', though it worked for him. Light colored blue jeans clinging to his hips and thighs, sky blue t-shirt stretched over his chest and torso, while a white puka shell necklace hung around his neck. He looked like one of those surfers that you found sitting on the beaches of California or the shores of Australia. The site of him stopped my heart for a moment and made my mouth go agape.

Why was he talking to me? Ryan that had a bad hair day every single day of his life, who had yet to get rid of his teenage zits, who couldn't even leave the college campus without someone with him, who his friend had to borrow clothes from one of his old boyfriends so he could go to a place like this. I shook my head to clear my head of those thoughts, and I guess he thought that was a no, because he gave a sigh and started to walk away. That's when I made a bold move. I reached my clumsy hand trying to gently stop him, but he was already too far away, so leaving just my fingertips to brush his arm.

"Pl-plea-please. You-you can." He turned to look at me, raising one of his golden eyebrows at me. I hit myself in the head mentally, stop stuttering. "You can sit there, if you wish." I stated, my green pools looking at the floor in front of me, my cheeks burning. If I thought before he was glorious, the smile that came to his face was god like. Two rows of perfect, straight, white teeth, showing brightly as his lips were drawn back. He was a walking orgasm! Great. Now, I sound like a girl.

The next thing I know is he's holding out one of his perfectly sculpted hands to me, his lips moving saying something but I can't hear him. I must be tuning him out, just to watch his lips move or the music just got louder for some reason. I do reach my own hand out to his, I watch as the two palms touch and hands grip each other. My own hand dulls in comparison to the one that was offered first. His cerulean blue eyes are watching me as if waiting for something. Wait a second.. If we're shaking hands that means that we intruded ourselves! Oh god! I totally missed what his name was!

"I'm Ryan." I shout over the music. A blush darkened my cheeks. Should I ask what his name was again, or just go with it? But my thoughts once again went out the window to say anything else as that smile reappeared on his face. I think I'm getting hard just looking at him.

"Nice to meet you Ryan." Was the accented reply that I got from the other man, his deep voice once again breaking into my subconscious. He let out a chuckle softly, one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard. "And I'm Brooklyn." He stated again with obvious amusement in his voice as he spoke this time. The crimson that stained my cheeks only grew darker.

"Sorry." I mutter releasing his hand from my grip and letting my eyes gaze down at the table in front of me. "I-I was-asn't paying attention." I stuttered out, my hand clenching together in my lap. He let out another one of his world dazzling laughs.

"I highly doubt you weren't paying attention. Just paying attention to the wrong thing." Alright, now I have officially died of embarrassment, as he could tell most likely from the crimson that now ran it's way down my neck that had been exposed for the night. I don't even want to know which of Ian's ex-boyfriends had these clothes. A low cut, skin tight green t-shirt, that he said brought out my eyes, and a pair of those skin tight, black leather pants that you only find in- On second thought, lets not go there. "Sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable mate." He stated the smile and chuckle never leaving his voice fully as he spoke to me.

"It-its okay." I stated with a shake of my head, offering him one of my shy smiles. Brooklyn. His name was Brooklyn. Not what I was expecting, but you can't expect every hot surfer guy's name to be something like Ty or Boomer or Crash or Twist or wait.. What?

"So.. Would you care to dance?" He asked me, his head just giving the tinniest of tilts. That was cute. Wait. Dance? NO! Was what I was screaming in my head, while my green eyes showed disbelief. Why would this hot guy as me to dance? ME?! Again the guy that has never been to one of these places before. The guy that's body is okay, but not up to anyone's standards.

"Sure." Wait! I thought I said to say no. And that has to be the one thing I didn't stutter of course. My mind went blank again as he stood and offered one of his hands while that smile was on his face. I don't know how to dance like this. Sure I know a two step and slow dance. Are those the same thing? Now is not the time to be thinking of that, he's taking me to the large group of people! Crowds not good! But I can't stop my feet from taking me anywhere that the walking orgasm leads me.

Soon we are in the middle of the whole thing, the smells making me sneeze. Sometimes I hate my nose. I think I see Ian somewhere near by dancing with another guy, other then the red head that he felt me for. He would be in the middle of all of it, shaking his ass in whoever's crotch wants it. I feel Brooklyn's hand leave mine in my moment of thinking and I panic. I reach out grab onto it again, bringing my eyes up to look at his face where that smile has stayed. Suddenly my fears are gone as green met blue. He leaned forward then, I closed my eyes expecting something or rather wanting something.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right here. I'm not going to lose you." He whispered into my ear, his breath washing and tickling my ear lode and sensitive skin of that area, making my body shiver. I nod my head, feeling stupid for expecting something else to come from his man in front of me. I felt his hands sliding down my sides, going grip my hips for a moment before turning me around. His chest pressed itself against my back, making my breath hitch for a moment. Oh god. His body is perfect. The muscles of his stomach and chest moved under his shirt, but it was so easy to tell, since the two of us were pressed right against each other and our clothing didn't count as much.

He started to move behind me. His hands still holding my hips, encouraging me to move with him. And I did, rather badly at that. I felt a blush raise to my cheeks as his ground into my ass, and all I did was move my shoulders a little bit. God! I'm so pathetic. I felt him leaning closer again, my body going even more rigid then it already was.

"Relax," he stated over the music, right beside my ear. "Just let go, and move to the music." He voice calm as he spoke to me and told me what to do. Easy for you to say! You don't have someone practically dry humping your ass. Then my eyes did catch Ian, watching in amazement as he was turned to face his partner. It seems he didn't leave the red head from earlier. It looked like he was almost straddling one of the taller man's legs, rubbing up against the leg and the other's hips. The redhead's hands roaming across his body, grabbing his ass, rubbing his hips and sides. They looked like they were having sex on the dance floor, but it was beautiful at the same time, that they could having just met move so much in unison. I wanted to do that, be like that.

I decided then. I was determined. So doing as my blonde haired surfer said, I let myself go. Or tried rather. Pushing myself back against him, swaying my hips a little more. In truth, I probably looked like an old lady that had lost her walker, flailing around like I was. I heard a deep laugh come from behind me and felt it up my back as his chest gave a few jerks. He moved with me though.

And that's how it was for the rest of the night. After loosening up, all I did was laugh at the jokes that Brooklyn made. I got rid of the 'granny flailing' after a little bit of practicing, and listening to my blonde surfer tell me how to move my body against his. And that's how we walked out into the cold night air. My laughing filling the empty steers over the low thud of the bass through the club walls. One of his arms were around my waist as we walked down the side walk.

"Alright. This has been one of the funnest nights ever." I stated, letting my grammar go all to shit, for once. He nodded with me, watching my face for a moment, leaning closer to my body as started to shake slightly from the cold. I stopped on the side walk, placing a hand against his chest. "No look." I stated for a moment and took a step forward, my face facing the same way, opening my mouth and letting out a long breath of air so that the cold air made it into a visible cloud of mist. "I'm a dragon," I stated looking over my shoulder at him as he let out another one of his deep laughs.

"Cute." Was all he said, pulling me up against him, so my back was his to chest again. The strong tanned arms were wrapped around my torso, holding me still as he nuzzled against the side of my face. I let out a giggle. Wait.. Did I just giggle? God, now I sound like a girl. Only girls giggle. But I guess he found it just as 'cute' because his slightly taller form smiled at me. "So where do you want to go?" He asked softly, his breath tickling my ear. By just the way we were acting now, someone would think we had been together for a while. Or I would have, if I saw someone people that were in our position.

"I don't know." I stated as I shrugged my shoulders, moving forward so he would have to shift his position to have his arms wrapped around my shoulders so he could move with me. He squeezed around my shoulders softly, moving to rest his head on one of his arms as we walked through the cold night air. My hands reaching up and holding onto the tanned arms around me.

"Well we could-" He paused for a moment thinking to himself. "Go back to my place. Though we would have to take a cab. Or-" He paused again, I almost think he was doing it to be funny or dramatic effect. "We could go to your place, though I still think we would have to take a cab." I'm guessing he didn't like cabs. "Or we could just continue walking to who knows where." He stated with a light chuckle. I let my body intensely shiver, under my blonde haired surfer's arms.

"Well as much as I would like to stay out here -all- night." I wrapped my arms around my body, looking at him over my shoulder. "It is getting kind of cold. And I don't want to end up with a cold, if its all the same." I stated with a smile. Good one Ry, play coy or something like that. I really don't want to think of the right word at the moment. He let out a chuckle, his breath had now moved down to tickle my throat as he did so.

"Of course I wouldn't want to make you sick. Lets go to my place." He nuzzled my neck again, making my body shiver for another reason all together. I managed to nod my head before he released me from his grasp, and held my hand instead as we walked back a little ways to the club that we had emerged from. I guess it was easier to find a cab closer to it.

Brooklyn waved over one of the bright yellow vehicles as it almost passed us, we had to walk a few paces back but we found one. The blonde held the door open for me and bowed a little, a playful smile on his face as he played the part of Prince Charming. I slid into the seat as my walking orgasm told the cab driver the address to where we were headed as he sat beside me.

His eyes turned in my direction making me all of a sudden the nervous strutting boy that I was earlier in the night. My cheeks turned red with blood rushing to them, my own eyes down cast at the dirty floor of the cab. He let one of his musical chuckles fall fro his lips, as he scooted over and put one of his arms around my shoulders. His head leaned down to plant a feather light kiss to my temple to try to get me to relax I was guessing.

"Relax. We won't do anything you don't want to." The surfer boy whispered into my ear so the cabby wouldn't hear. I turned my green orbs to look at him and nodded my head at him, trusting him completely at the moment. He squeezed my shoulders with a smile. "That's better."

Soon we were pulling up on the opposite side of town from my own apartment that I shared with Ian… IAN! I left him at the club! He's going to kill me, but he probably has someone that he's going home with too. Either that or he's going to bring them over to our place, in which I'm glad I'm away from there at the moment with the most glorious man sitting next to me.

The cab pulled up in front of a larger apparent building. I remember Ian and I looking here for a place, but found that they only had one roomers and didn't allow pets. So they couldn't let Ian move in.. Hahah. Joke. Ryan, get a hold of yourself. Over all they were nice apartments, carpet throughout, but in the small place for the kitchen and the bathroom there was tile. Brooklyn handed the money to the cab driver as I opened the yellow door on my side and stepped out into the street. It looked disserted this time of night, but what could you expect? It was about 3 in the morning as it was.

Brooklyn smiled at me as I made my way around the back of the cab to meet him on the other side. The yellow car took off as the taller man took my hand in his and led me to one of the bottom apartments, getting his keys from one of his pants pockets. So that's what that was in there, I was wondering when I was.. Never mind. The door was opened to allow us into the small apartment. Yep, just as I thought, just like the one that Ian and I saw. Brooklyn closed the door behind me as I entered last, my feet barely making any noise on the plush carpet. The only light now was the low glow of the street lights through the closed blinds, my eyes looked behind me to try to make out the form of my walking orgasm, but failed.

A gasp came from my lips as my hips were taken into strong hands and pressed back against another set of hips, while the rest of the body was pressed to my back. Lips descended to my throat, my green eyes sliding shut. What was the point of having my open if I couldn't see anything, anyway? My shaking hands wound their way up to the other's head, just resting on the soft blonde hair found there, my head tilting to give him more access to the barren plain found there.

"Ryan." I felt more then heard him mutter against my neck. "Walk forward. I doubt that the women next door to me wants her little 2 year old hearing us." He chuckled against my neck. "She won't even let me say hi or hello to him when he's playing on the sidewalk, being afraid that I'll corrupt him." That made a chuckle fall from my lips, as I did as he said to. I was walking blindly through the small apartment, leach stuck to my neck as he guided me to his room.

Soon he had guided me with whispered directions to the back of the apartment, plush white carpet turning into a green color as we entered a door way. The layout was a little bit different from the one that Ian and I had been shown but that wasn't what I was worried about at the moment. Sometime during our slow moving, my shirt had been lost, along with his. Its funny, I don't even remember taking it off.

"So, are you a screamer?" He asked with a grin hinting in his voice as he turned me around so that I was facing him. His green eyes had taken on a predatory look, but I'm sure my own looked no better. "Or are you still quiet and soft spoken?" He whispered his lips only centimeters away from mine, making a whimper come from my lips seeing as he wasn't putting his where I wanted them. Alright, bold Ry again. I leaned up a bit to bring our lips together, mine just pressing gently against his.

Brooklyn's arms reached around my form. His hands resting on my lower back then, running down my skin lower till he caressed my clothed behind making a soft gasp come from my lips, giving him the access that he needed that I was willing to give. His tongue slid into the moist cavern of my mouth, running over the ruff and trying to get my own muscle to respond back to him. His hands decided to grip then, squeezing the place where only one other person had been before and he was still back at the club. The pink muscle in my mouth decided then to take action along with my hands. Moving into the other's mouth, giving him the same treatment that I was given, my hands reaching up to grip onto his short blonde hair making him groan softly against my mouth.

He started backing me up then, giving my tongue a few gentle sucks in his mouth, making another whimper come from my throat. My knees hit his bed making them give out, which they were about ready to do anyway. My back laid flat on the bed as I slid up it, my blonde haired lover fallowing movement for movement over top of me on his hands and knees. We broke apart when my head was resting on his soft pillows, his hands on either side of my head. Our breaths mixed together as green met green. He sent one of his smiles at me, white teeth showing through the darkness.

"Tell me if you want to stop, okay?" He stated making me nod my head. I'm not really a talker as it is, and put me into a situation like this and all my verbal skills go out the window. He gave me a peck on the lips then moved his head downward, bypassing my neck and making his way to my collar bone. My back arched then, my eyes snapping shut. I never knew that that place right below my breast bone was so sensitive. A moan came from my lips filling the silence of the room. I felt him smirk against that place, going to lock his lips there and-

"Fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he took to sucking on that one place, his hands moving to tease my nipples that had grew hard. And that wasn't the only place that was hard at the moment. My hands gripped the blankets around us, twisting them. Damn, if I'm that sensitive there, then what's it going to be like down there. Sure I had sex before, but that was a quicky. Ian was horny and I was willing, wanting to loose my V-card. He never spent the time on my body that Brooklyn was. "Brooklyn!" His name sounded so right rolling off of my tongue.

He licked one last time at the spot before, moving to the next. I was sure I was going to have a bruise there come tomorrow. How am I going to explain that one and the ones on my neck? 'Oh, I fell on the stairs.' That's always a good one to use. My blonde's tongue quickly licked over my left nipple, making my back arch from the bed again. This was going to drive me insane, if I wasn't already there. Though his hands had disappeared for the moment, then reappeared at the button to the barrowed pants. He made quick work of the button then the zipper holding the tight clothing to my body. I wasn't paying attention though, my mind too focused on the attention his mouth was giving me. I heard him chuckle then.

"No undergarments Ryan? I'm surprised." He stated, lifting his eyes to look at my face. My eyes cracked open to see the amused look on his face, his eyes twinkling.

"I couldn't fit them in there." I stated, my breath heaving from my chest. He lets out another laugh, going to continue on with his work. I must be funnier when I'm like this. I should tell that to Ian. No, wait, better not. He'll tie me up and put me in someone's basement if he found out. Brooklyn's lips found my bellybutton as he slipped my pants down around my thighs, freeing the erection that I sorted. I gave a sigh of relief as I was freed from those confines.

Closing my eyes again as he let his tongue explore my belly button, I couldn't feel but whimper. My cock was begging for attention now. And he gave it that attention. I let a rather loud moan fall from my lips, as my hips arched upward as he palmed my erection. His other hand finished riding me of my pants, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. He lifted his head again and brought one of his hands up point.

"In the drawer is lube." He stated, making me open my eyes and tilt my head to the side, getting my eyes to focus on the bedside table. "Can you reach in and get please?" He whined softly. "I comfortable right here." He nuzzled my stomach softly making a soft giggle fall from my lips. I nodded my head though, unclenching one of my hands from the bed to reach for the drawer, my body twist slightly, Brooklyn wrapping his arms around my middle trying to hold me still. I pulled the wooden drawer open, and reached my hand inside feeling around for anything that felt like lube. I pulled out one bottle and squinted my eyes to look at the label. 'Squeeze-able Vanilla Icing.' Nope, not that, and this is the point where I say 'What the hell, what does he do with that?' "I have a horrible sweet tooth at night." He explained as if hearing my thoughts.

I nodded placing the icing on top of the table reaching my hand back in, to continue with the search. Finally, after a fell more of my blonde lover's sweet snacks I found the tube of KY Self-Heating jelly. Half empty.. I took a moment to raise an eye brow down at him as he grinned widely.

"Much easier to masturbate if you have something to make it slicker." He stated reaching up and plucking the bottle out of my hands. Both of his hands grabbed my hips then, the one having dropped the lube close to him, and pulled me down so that my legs spread around him allowing him access to my inner areas. He face hovered over mine again, as he grinned. "What?" He asked softly, seeing my lips frowning slightly. He leaned down and planted a kiss onto my lips, opening them with just a touch of his tongue. "Don't be upset. I haven't been with anyone in two years. Not since my old boyfriend and I spilt." He stated matter of fact, his nose nuzzling my neck softly. I reached my hands up then, setting them on the back of his neck, turning my head to the side to allow him access to my own column.

"I'm not upset." I stated, my eyes closing and fingers treading through the small hairs at the blonde's hair line. I felt the smirk on the other's lips as a finger pressed against my opening. "Ahh." Wait! When had he opened the bottle! I didn't even hear it. The finger slipped inside, caressing my insides, like the one time before. "Brooklyn." I whispered out trying to the adjust to the uncomfortable feeling that I was getting from my bottom.

"Relax." He stated against my throat, keeping his finger in place not moving it till my body relaxed around it. Alright this might be a few minutes. I had only done this once before and it hurt like a bitch because Ian was in a hurry to get off, but I don't think my walking orgasm is. He's taken it slow so far. I wiggled my hips a bit, I guess he took that as I sign that I was ready. He pulled his finger out and the thrust it back into me. "How does that feel Ryan?" He spoke softly, his breath rubbing against my ear as he leaned forward over my body. "Do you like being molested by me? Hmm?" He spoke again. I wasn't going to answer because at that point, he had eased another of his fingers into my spamming passageway. I lifted my hips and lower back off the bed wanting them further in me. I let out a whimper though as he stopped his movement. "You didn't answer me." God! He wanted me to answer him?

"Ye-yes!" I stated trying to remember what he had asked in the first place. "I like you mol-molesting me!" I groaned then as he moved his fingers, scissoring me. "Brooklyn! Please!" I begged though, I wasn't totally sure what I was begging for. I knew I wasn't ready to take his cock yet, I was still too tight for him. He sent a grin down at me as he watched my face change with the pleasure that I was feeling. Though it did not last long. For my new lover then added a 3rd finger to my stretching entrance, my face changing to one of discomfort and pain. Once again, the larger man above me muttered to relax into my ear.

"If you can't take this Ryan, how are you doing to take my cock? Its hard for you. It has been since I first saw you sitting there, all by yourself. I'm glad that cross dressing friend of yours left you. I wouldn't be able to do this to you if he hadn't." Ian? He spotted me before Ian left me alone. Stacker, ran through my mind but then something was hit inside of me, making my hips jerk upward and a shout to escape my lips. I heard a chuckle from above me. "Found it." Was stated gently against my ear, causing my body to shiver. I could feel a few drips of my own cum working their way down my erection, driving me batty.

"Please Brook!" Screw the 'Lyn' part! It was too much of a mouth full to say when I couldn't think. My green eyes were shut as I filled my hips again. "Please. I'm ready!" I whined out, wanting to feel something else inside of me besides his fingers. He chuckled softly against my ear where his lips rested, twisting his fingers one more time within me pulling a whimper from my lips before he removed them from my most secret of places. I had never felt this kind of excitement running through my body before. This was all new to me, to want someone so much it hurt. And I only met him a few hours ago! Never thought I would be one to do that.

He moved over me, one of his hands holding up his upper body while the other was trailed down my side till it came to rest on his own sex organ. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to mine as I felt the pressure to my stretched opening. I gasped into his mouth, as the head penetrated. Alright, so it was less pain then when Ian had moved into me, but there was still a burning sensation down there. My arms raised up to grasp his shoulders, squeezing them gently letting him know it was okay to move again and keep going. He took my que, moving his hips forward with a grunt, sliding more of the hardened member into me. My eyes had slid closed, head tilting backward. His lips had left mine soon after he had penetrated, his forehead resting against my shoulder, panting breaths hitting my collar bone.

"Relax Ryan. God! You feel like a vice grip." He softly against my shoulder, coming to a stop again before he had fully entered me. I tried to, I really did but this only being my second time, it was hard and it hurt as I was stretched wider then what his fingers had done. Ian wasn't this big, if I remembered correctly. Why do I keep thinking of Ian with Brooklyn's cock up my ass?! He started to push again, I guess my thinking had loosened me a bit for him.

I let out a whimper as his balls were felt against my ass. He was in, all the way in, and I had never felt so stretched before. I remember my brother giving me a dildo on my birthday after he found out I was gay. I had tried it of course. Who wouldn't? But it didn't nearly stretch me this far, it must have been a small one, I thought it was pretty big though. He moved above me. Putting both of his hands next to my head, and lifting his form from my own. I felt weightless without the pressure of his body on mine.

"Are you ready?" Came the breathless question from above me. My green eyes slid open to look up into another pair. His face was flush, red covering his cheeks a few drops of sweat already coming from his pores. I nodded my head, closing my eyes again as I heard him grunt then pull out of me. The lose was terrifying. If it felt like this when only a few inches were pulled out, how would it feel when he finally left my channel all together? My thoughts were thrown out the window though as he choose that time to plunge back in. A moan fell from my lips, alright not really a moan but more like a pleasure filled scream. The blonde man chuckled above me.

"So you are a screamer." My eyes shot open and looked up at him as he pulled out again. "Lets see how loud I can get you." He stated, a smug grin coming to his lips. That caused my eyes to widen. Get louder but what about the little boy next door that he was worried about before? My back ached as he moved back into me. He was going so slow.

"Faster." I begged quietly, my green eyes watching as he leaned toward me, a smirk working on his face. His lips were centimeters from my ear.

"What was that? You're going to have to speak later for me to hear you." He stated. Twisted bastard. He was pulling out but at a deathly slow pace. From my lips dropped a groan of impatience.

"Faster." I stated just a little louder, hips trying to meet his own as they moved toward mine. Though trying was the key word, since he had dropped his hands quickly holding my thin hips in place. I growled then. I actually growled. "Bastard." I stated out loud, wiggling in his grasp. My legs wound around his hips trying to pull him in further as he stilled inside of me.

"I can keep going like this all night." He stated into my ear giving the shell a light lick. Not if I have anything to do with it. I thought as I clenched the muscles in my lower body around the pulsing organ within me. I watched then as he tilted his head back and let out a moan of his own. "Now who's the bastard, prick?" He asked with a panting breath.

"Still you." I managed as I wiggled my hips again. If he didn't start moving soon, and in more then those little petty trust I was going to loose it! A sigh of relief came from me as I felt him shift. Moving the organ within out and pushing back in. He was getting faster but it was still slow and he was being too gentle. "Damn it!" I stated moving my hands to grip his shoulders hard. He let out a groan of pain as he looked down at me with a 'what the fuck' look on his face.

Using my body weight, which he could have out done if he was expecting it, I flipped us over. Moving so now I straddle his waist with him laying on his back below me. I gave him a glare from a top him, his eyes having gone wide with the movement. Yes! I had caught my surfer boy off guard! I lifted my body, my legs and feet helping in the movement. Brooklyn throw his head back as I dropped back down quickly, taking in the cock quicker then he had gone. His hands were still on my hips though just resting there now.

My eyes for the first time took in the man below me. He was beautiful. More so then I had thought before. His whole body was that golden tanned color, dusky nipples breaking the color. His muscles flexed under his skin, as his body met my trust now. His head was thrown back exposing the tanned column. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down, seating my body onto the cock within me. My lips going to fasten on that column. It was just too tempting to leave alone. Along with those nubs that disrupted the flow of flesh. My pale hands reached up to tug at the dusky nubs, making the man below me squirm. I smirked against his neck, using my teeth to nibble and bite the flesh. He back arched then, the voice letting out a scream of his own. So he was one for a little pain then.

"Ryan!" He moaned out, his voice begging me to do something. So I did, using my feet for leverage again, I lifted my body, removing my lips from his neck after leaving him with a nice purple bruise for later. My hand moved to his shoulders, this was a better position. My breathing was hitching me, it was taking a lot of effort from my side to keep up the movement. I was never one for physical activity. My partner must have sensed this, for in a split second I was moving through the air and falling. He was over top of me again. His hands gripping my hips tightly then, his trust coming in hard and full. It was my turn for my back to arch, the sudden change in position causing him to hit my prostate. A scream erupted from my lips, making my own ears ring, I could only image what it was like for Brooklyn's.

"Fuck Ry." He stated, as I wrapped my legs around his lower back, my hips rising to meet his. This is what I was waiting for. That hard pounding and thrusting. My hips were going to bruise and my bottom would be sore. But it was worth it. Feeling the hot flesh of the that blonde haired man above me. It was all worth it. I reached down with one of my hands, the other having a death grip on my surfer's shoulder. I wrapped the pale hand around my own length.

A shiver ran through my body as my dripping cock was touched at last. It had been ignored this whole time, it was time that someone gave it some attention. It only took a few strokes though, the sensation from my prostate bringing me closer to my release. My back arched from the bed, my hand stilling in its motion as I felt the release of my life giving liquid. The white splashed over my hand and stomach, I think some even went up to touch Brooklyn's chest as he trembled to his own release, the clenching of my inner muscles helping with the fact.

That was a different sensation. When I had sex with Ian he had used a condom, not knowing if he had anything that he could give me. I didn't even think about it with Brooklyn though. The heat came from within now, filling my body with extra warmth. The blonde clasped on top of me. His forehead once again coming to rest on my shoulder. The hand that had brought me to orgasm came up to my mouth, my tongue going out to clean the white liquid from my appendage. I heard a groan and saw another set of green eyes watching me.

"Don't do that. You'll make me hard again." Were the words that met my eyes making me giggle softly and a smile to cross my face. I wiggled my hips under him, making him groan again, since his softening length was still buried inside of me. "Ugh. I'm too tired. In the morning." He stated softly, rolling from my form and pulling his cock from my body. I was right, it felt empty without him there. I dropped my hands from my lips and snuggled over to Brooklyn, my head going to rest on his chest.

"I'm tired too." I stated rather lamely, one of my arms going to wrap around the blonde's front. One of his arms wrapped around my shoulders holding me to him. He leaned his head down and muttered something into my hair but I didn't catch it. I was far too sleepy. This was the most physical strain that I've had in a while. My green eyes slipped closed and washed me off to dream land.

-_-_-_-_-_

I groaned softly. It was too bright and something was missing. I reached for my pillow that had seemed to have disappeared in the last little bit. I curled around myself, tugging the blankets over my form some more. Wait.. This wasn't my bed. I couldn't stretch out in the small twin bed that I had in my apartment. I cracked my sleepy eyes open to glance around the room, nothing looked familiar.

"Rise and shine darling!" Was called from a door that led into the room, a blonde haired beauty walking in with a tray of food in hand. That's when it hit me. The club. Ian ditching me. Brooklyn. Sex. Come to think of it, my whole body hurt. I groaned again, grabbing one of the soft pillows from the top of the bed and putting it over my head. "Aww. Come on Ry." Came the smiling voice of my walking orgasm. "The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and my cock is standing proud and tall for you."