This story is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience. All Similarities between characters in the story and people in real life are completely coincidental. This story depicts homosexual acts so if you do not approve of this subject, please do not read any further. This story is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied without the written permission of the author, Scott MG.
Finally chapter 10 is completed. Drama deepens and emotions thicken in this chapter. Also a new character is introduced. I hope everyone likes this chapter and enjoys how the series is moving along. "Cali Boys" is only going to get better as we dive deeper in to the lives and loves of these characters. Keep coming back to see what happens.
Cali Boys Chapter Ten
The sound of the music pulsing throughout The Scene seemed to pull Ryan in to a completely different world. It took hold of him and seemed to transform him in to a different person. In The Scene Ryan could forget about his life and let himself succumb to the beat of the music, the flash of the lights, the sounds and feeling of being swept in to the sea of bodies. His life washed away under the strobe lights and he was left with the overpowering need to lose himself further. At times on the dance floor Ryan would lose himself completely. He felt like a different person when he found himself surrounded by music, lights and half-naked men. Out there he wasn't Ryan Alder anymore-- he was someone else, someone desirable. There was no better feeling in the world to him than the feeling of losing himself.
As Ryan entered the crowded bar, he took a deep breath, taking in the entire essence of the club. His eyes scanned over the dance floor of guys ripping off their shirts and grinding against each others bodies to the beat of the music. The sight of the place was entrancing and strangely hypnotic. Ryan almost couldn't take his eyes off it-- as if it was all new to him. Every time he went to The Scene it would seem like the first. He could never get tired of the feeling that The Scene gave him.
As the initial hypnosis of The Scene wore off, Ryan turned around to scan the tables against the wall where he was going to meet Chris and Jake. The walls were lined with good looking men talking and drinking, but he didn't see a sign of Chris or Jake at any of the tables. He was sure they would be there soon enough, but in honesty Ryan wasn't entirely looking forward to spending the evening with the happy couple. Over the past week they had spent some time together and each time Ryan felt as if he was going to have to rip out his eyes to relieve the pain of watching Chris smile dreamily in to Jakes eyes. It was a terrible, gut-wrenching pain to have to see Chris with another guy but Ryan knew it was necessary. The two of them had gone their separate ways and the only thing they could do was try and be friends. Although friendship was hard, it was worth the world to Ryan. He was going to struggle through it for as long as it took until he was comfortable with Chris and Jake. Every meeting with them was a test for himself. So far he felt like he had been failing.
As Ryan scanned the crowds of guys at the bar ordering drinks someone tapped on his shoulder and he turned sharply to come face-to-face with a cute guy with a beautiful bright smile. His smile seemed to add light to the room and Ryan was instantly attracted to the guy's rugged good looks.
"Hey!" He smiled brightly.
"Hey Paul," Ryan smiled back. "What are you up to tonight?"
"Where have you been Ryan? I haven't seen you here in a few nights!" Paul said and ran his hand through his hair. "I was starting to worry that you hooked up with some boy or something!"
"I've been kind of busy, but tonight I'm here to meet some friends." Ryan spoke loudly over the music.
"Just friends? You haven't gotten yourself a boyfriend, have you?" Paul gave him an intriguing smile.
"No..." Ryan said as he turned again to scan the crowd. "I don't really date..."
"Just sex without commitment, eh?" Paul asked as the two of them headed away from the crowds toward the back wall to talk escape the noise. "Well that works for me!" He smiled seductively, letting Ryan know exactly what he wanted.
Ryan stared in to Paul's sexy deep eyes and for a moment, tried to fight the urges he was feeling. He knew that Paul wanted him; he didn't try to hide it. The two of them had slept together before and Ryan knew Paul was great in bed. Ryan considered the sex they had had one of his best experiences. He still remembered the way Paul had moaned his name while he had laid on top of him, thrusting hard and powerfully. The thought of the look on Paul's face when he shot his load across his chest made Ryan's dick spring to life in his jeans. His heart started beating faster in his chest as Paul moved closer to him.
"You want to go downstairs?" He leaned against the wall, speaking in to Ryan's ear.
"Well, I'm meeting people and..." Ryan started as he felt Paul reach his hand down to his crotch and take hold of his growing errection.
"Come on Ryan," he said as he gently caressed his dick in his hand. "It's just sex. No commitment or anything. I just want you to fuck me real quick and then you can come back and meet your friends. No worries or commitment-- just a quickie. That's all." He leaned closer to Ryan's face as if he was preparing to kiss him. "What do you say?"
Ryan took a deep breath, fighting the temptation to take Paul downstairs to the private rooms. If the situation had come up a couple of days earlier, Ryan would have jumped at the opportunity to fuck a hottie like Paul. Just knowing that someone as gorgeous as Paul wanted him was mind blowing. But after the conversation he had had with Dr. Roberts, Ryan was hesitant to leap back in to his newfound lifestyle. He was torn between his options. He knew that sleeping with Paul would be pointless. There was no feeling involved. It was only sex. It would mean nothing after it was over and that would eat away at Ryan for hours afterwards. Sex was no solution to getting over Chris, unless it was going to lead to something more, and Ryan knew that sex would Paul would lead to nothing more than future opportunities for more meaningless sex. Ryan knew that if he followed Paul downstairs he would regret it afterwards. He knew there would be nothing but regret as he looked in to Paul's awaiting eyes as he waited for an answer.
A few minutes later Ryan had Paul bending over against the wall of a private room downstairs, as he pumped in and out of his ass, making him moan with each thrust. Ryan started to breathe more heavily as he felt his dick throb in Paul's ass, nearing orgasm. In that brief encounter, Ryan pushed away all thoughts of Chris, Dr. Roberts, and everything that he had been thinking earlier that night. At the moment he didn't care about the consequences of what he was doing or the fact that it meant nothing. None of that mattered.
The night felt young and alive, vibrant and unconceivable, as Chris and Jake observed the sights taking place at The Scene as they talked over their recent experiences while waiting for Ryan. They hadn't been sitting long but they both still wondered where Ryan had taken off to, or more realistically, with whom.
Chris watched as the dance floor grew with more and more people dancing under the swirl of lights from overhead, as Jake continued talking to him. He wanted to be more involved in the conversation but his head was still spinning from what had happened the other night. Ever since he had discovered what was happening between his parents, in his very own home, Chris was timid to do or say much of anything. He was afraid to fully trust anything or take anything for truth now. Even being with Jake didn't feel right at the moment and as awful as he felt, he couldn't seem to make himself stop questioning everything around him.
"So Kat really found the dildo?" Jake asked, causing Chris to snap back in to reality.
"Uh, yeah..." he said as the hypnotic trance of the flashing lights started to fade and he returned his focus to Jake who was watching him contently. "She just laughed it off though. I guess she really is ok with my whole 'lifestyle'. She's even really happy about us."
"I told you she would be." Jake said loudly over the music. "And you were all worried that she would freak out and tell your parents and that your whole life would be destroyed. Chris, you worry too much."
"I know I do." Chris sighed. "It's just built in to my character I guess. I've always worried a lot."
"Well you should know that as long as you're with me, you have nothing to worry about." Jake smiled and reached across the table to touch Chris's hand. Chris looked up in to his glowing smile and couldn't help but smile back. It was like Jake was one of the only glimpses of light in the darkness that Chris's life had fallen in to the night before. He was the only one who really seemed to honestly care about him and understand him-- even if he didn't know exactly what was taking place in his life.
"I know, I don't have anything to worry about." Chris said happily as he held Jake's hand. "I'm so lucky to be with someone like you Jake. I mean you're so great to me. You're like the perfect boyfriend. I can't ever see you hurting me in any way."
"Of course I'd never hurt you Chris." Jake said, showing concern in his voice. "Is that why you're acting kind of distracted tonight? Because you're afraid I'm going to hurt you like Ryan did? Are things moving... too fast for you?"
"No, not at all..." Chris said.
"Well good, because you know that I would never hurt you Chris... I'm not like Ryan." Jake said as he held Chris's hand tighter and smiled lovingly at him.
"I know you're not." Chris smiled back at him. "Don't worry about moving too fast Jake. Everything is going so perfect right now for us. I don't think I've been this happy in a long time."
"I'm happy with everything too." Jake beamed. "Really Chris, I've gotta wonder what I did to deserve you. You are such an awesome person... I don't usually luck out with guys the way that I lucked out with you. Most of the guys I've met before turned out to be complete losers or druggies or just assholes. But then I meet you and..." Chris stared lovingly and admiringly in to Jake's beautifully glowing eyes as he spoke. Every word he said was fueling the burning feeling in his chest. "I guess you're the guy I've been waiting for..."
Chris interrupted his heartfelt words as he leaned over the table, kissing Jake in the middle of his sentence. Jake immediately melted in to Chris's passion-driven kiss. Neither of them noticed the looks that the other men in the club gave them as they began to make out in the middle of the club. Chris leaned over the table further and continued kissing Jake, twisting his tongue with Jakes, as if he was drawing life out of their passionate kiss.
Across the main room, Ryan ascended the stairway from the downstairs rooms where he and Paul had just finished. Ryan wiped his upper lip and turned to scan the room, looking for Chris or Jake, when his eyes met Chris leaning over a table, kissing Jake passionately, not caring who was watching. The sight was like a knife driven in to Ryan's gut. He swallowed hard and forced himself to cross the room, pushing past the young men who gave him flirtatious smiles and winks, and made his way to where Chris's table.
"Hey lovebirds," Ryan said as he reached the table, causing Chris and Jake to pull apart quickly from their kiss. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything. I can leave for a while if you two were going to fuck right here on the table." Ryan laughed and Chris and Jake both started to blush.
"Where have you been Ryan?" Jake asked, trying to change the subject. "We've been waiting a while."
"Sorry about that," Ryan said as he sat down at the table. "I... bumped in to a friend."
"Yeah I can tell." Chris laughed shortly and pointed to Ryan's upper lip. "You've got something on your lip."
"Oh." Ryan said and quickly wiped his lip again, cleaning off the questionable substance from the side of his mouth. Jake laughed and Chris turned away for a moment, trying not to laugh and embarrass Ryan.
"So I hear you got your license Ryan." Jake said and cleared his throat. "How's that going? I guess I should really get mine too, but driving just seems kind of pointless unless you have your own car."
"My dad gave me his old truck so I'm set." Ryan said to Jake, unaware that Chris was watching him with a very fixed stare, studying him. "But really, driving isn't that big of a deal. My dad's been bugging me to get it for a while so I just did it. But really, I just don't care that much. I figure I'll only drive once in a while since gas prices are so high. But hey, at least I can use the truck to fuck in." He laughed and Jake nodded shortly as he took a drink from his cup. Chris shook his head and sighed loudly.
"Ryan, is everything about sex with you now?" He asked irritably.
"What do you mean?" Ryan asked, surprised at Chris's tone.
"It seems like you've just become obsessed with sex. Everything is about sex with you lately." Chris lectured and Ryan displayed a look of confusion. "Come on, how many guys have you slept with in the past couple weeks?"
"A couple..." Ryan lied and turned nervously to Jake, who was looking away from Chris's irritated outburst. "Why?"
"I... I don't know Ryan. It's just not right-- it's not safe." Chris sighed, his temporary anger subsiding. "There's more to life than just sex Ryan," Chris turned to Jake. "Right Jake?" Jake nodded but kept quiet, not wanting to get involved in any kind of debate between the two of them.
"Yeah, there's eating and sleeping right?" Ryan laughed.
"I'm serious Ryan." Chris said sternly. "How many of the guys that you fucked last week have you even talked to since then? How many did you even care about at all?" Ryan sighed and looked away, catching a glimpse of Paul dancing with another shirtless guy, rubbing up against him.
"It's just... Don't you want to have a relationship Ryan?" Jake asked cautiously, not wanting to anger him. Ryan locked eyes on Chris and for an instant both of them knew exactly what the other was thinking. They stared in silence, reading each others eyes as Jake spoke. "Don't you want to have someone to be with? You know... For the time before and after sex?"
"Look you guys. Relationships are great for some people. But I just think they complicate life. I'd rather not have all the shit that happens after you finish fucking and get dressed." He said, speaking with honesty.
"One night stands are going to get old Ryan." Chris sighed and looked away.
"Then I guess I'll just have to find myself a solid fuck buddy." Ryan said. The three of them sat quietly for a moment until Ryan groaned and shook his head. "Oh come on Chris. You can't tell me that you don't like sex just as much as the rest of us. You're just as much of a horny fag as I am!" He laughed, hoping Chris would follow. Chris looked back with serious eyes and Ryan studied the look in his eyes for a moment, as if reading his mind, before turning to Jake to study his expression as well. "Oh wait! Don't tell me that you guys haven't had sex yet?!" Ryan laughed loudly. "You're kidding me! Chris and Jake, the happy couple, haven't slept together?"
"No, actually we haven't," Chris said irritably, piercing Ryan with angry eyes. "Because Jake and I understand that there is more to a relationship than just sex, and that it's better to establish real feelings and emotions before you jump in to bed."
"Bullshit Chris." Ryan laughed. "It's obvious you guys have established 'feelings'. I think everybody can see that. So what are the two of you waiting for? You've been dating for what? Three weeks?"
"Well three weeks isn't really that long Ryan." Jake said, setting down his drink and turning to Chris. "Chris and I are just... waiting for the right time." The two of them smiled at each other warmly and Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Ok enough of the goo-goo eyes." He said. "When do you think it's going to be the right time? Why don't you guys just go to Chris's house tonight, rip off each other's clothes and enjoy a wild night of red-hot, untamed passion?"
"I just want the first time to be special," Chris sighed. "You know what I mean? I always kinda wanted to have my first time take place during a rainstorm, or something like that. Something really special that you'd never forget. Something once in a life-time. I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic like that." He said dreamily.
"First times aren't always that special Chris." Ryan said, staring in to his eyes. "I guess our first time wasn't memorable enough for you..." Chris looked up at him in half-shock, his heart starting to race in his chest. The two of them stared at each other for a long moment, not breaking the silence, while Jake watched awkwardly.
"...I know my first time wasn't that great." Jake said, trying to break the silence and the tension between the two of them. "I went home with this guy I met at the beach, not even really knowing him, and just did it. God it was awful! He had the biggest dick I've ever seen... Actually he, himself, was the biggest dick I've ever seen." Jake groaned, remembering the encounter. "Kinda sucks, regretting your first time... I wish I would've waited for someone I actually cared about, who cared about me..."
"Yeah, well sometimes things just happen. You get lost in the heat of the moment." Chris said, looking away from Ryan. "Besides, I think a lot of people regret their first time." He said darkly and flashed Ryan a cold glance. Ryan swallowed hard again, his chest aching. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up from the table.
"I- I think I'm gonna go to the restroom." He said in a stressed voice. "I'll be right back." He said as he turned and walked away quickly, trying to escape Chris's stabbing words and piercing eyes. Chris and Jake watched him disappear in to the crowd before turning to face each other.
"God Chris," Jake sighed. "What was that all about? Here you guys are just getting back to being friends and you start pouncing on him, criticizing him about everything! Either you're just in a really bad mood tonight or else you don't care about your friendship with Ryan as much as I thought you did. You are seriously PMS'ing tonight Chris, and I don't see any reason for it."
"I know, I know." Chris said, holding his forehead. "I'm sorry, I just... I don't know..." He said, looking up in to Jake's irritated expression. "I don't know what that was about..."
"Maybe you should figure it out then." Jake said as he gulped down the rest of his drink.
Ryan splashed cold water from the sink in the restroom over his face and stared at himself in the mirror, glaring deeply in to his eyes, searching for self-discovery. He felt as if the room was spinning, and the motion was making him feel sick to his stomach. His legs ached under him and his chest was still in pain. At the moment he was more angry than upset by Chris's words. He wanted to be able to hate Chris for everything he said but he couldn't force himself to that. His emotions were stretched. Although a part of him resented Chris for what he had said, Ryan knew that he was right. His life was becoming so distorted, he could barely understand his own intentions. He knew that certain aspects of his life were wrong but he just didn't care. Ryan knew he could never have Chris and if that was the case then he couldn't find it necessary to pursue anyone else romantically. As far as he was concerned, there was no one else. As far as Ryan cared, there was no one else he could love and it wasn't necessary because he just didn't care anymore. He knew he could sleep with nearly any guy in The Scene and as long as he had that availability, he didn't care about a relationship like the one that Chris had.
Ryan took a deep breath and wiped away the cold, dripping water from his face. Looking back at his reflection, he forced himself to suppress all of his self-hatred and create a brighter image. He ran his hand back through his hair and tugged at the collar of his shirt, admiring his handsome reflection. In that instant Ryan erased all worries and cares and regrets from his mind and focused entirely on the thought of all the hot and horny guys outside waiting for him. He knew he wouldn't have trouble finding anyone-- he hadn't had any trouble yet. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly as he scanned his reflection in the mirror one last time.
"You don't need him." He said to himself. "You can have anyone in this club. You can have anyone you want."
A few moments later Ryan left the restrooms and stepped out in the crowd in The Scene with great confidence. He was a master of presenting himself in the way that he wanted people to see him. As he walked through the crowds he stood up straight with perfect posture and focused his dark, mysterious eyes on the men in the crowds, meeting glances at every turn. He could feel the looks that everyone was giving him and he knew by the way he was turning heads that they wanted him. He could have anyone in the room and he knew that all he had to do was find the one he wanted to go home with.
As Ryan continued scanning through the crowds, a short dark-haired boy appeared at the balcony above. He stood in awe at the sight of the dance floor below him. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. The lights and the music surrounded him and overwhelmed him and he was filled with a feeling he had never experienced. He watched as the men on the dance floor moved rhythm with the beat, ripping off their shirts and sending them sailing through the crowd. The sight of the half-naked bodies, grinding against each other was more than he had even expected to see. As he watched in amazement at the balcony, the guy next to him turned and eyed him suspiciously.
"Hey." He said, causing the dark-haired boy to turn to him and smile nervously.
"Hey." He replied, trying not to appear nervous to the older, attractive stranger.
"You aren't eighteen, are you?" The guy asked and smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth.
"Y-yeah, of course I am!" The boy said, his voice stressing.
"Its ok kid, I'm not going to get security. I snuck in here when I was underage too." He said and turned to admire the dance floor too. "There's just something about this place that calls to ya."
"It is pretty cool." The boy said, smiling excitedly at the crowds.
"I'm Rick by the way." The guy said as he took a drink from the glass he was holding as he bent over the balcony banister.
"I'm Aaron." The boy said, reaching out his hand. Rick turned to him and eyed his outward hand suspiciously before shaking it.
"Nice to meet you Aaron. So how old are you really?" Rick asked as he turned his back on the dance floor and leaned on the banister.
"I'm actually sixteen. Does it really show?" Aaron asked nervously.
"Well kind of." Rick said. "You don't really look eighteen, but then again I don't really look twenty-one. The guy at the bar always asks me for ID when I try to get a drink." He eyed Aaron again, and chuckled at the sight of his excited smile as he was watching the crowd of guys passing bye. "Obviously this is your first time at The Scene."
"Yeah... I heard about it and I had to check it out, even I couldn't legally get in, I had to see it." He said excitedly.
"Is it what you were hoping for?" Rick asked and Aaron turned once again admiring the faces and bodies in the crowd below him.
"Oooh yeah!" Aaron smiled widely and Rick laughed.
"Don't worry about getting caught in here." He said. "There are a bunch of underage guys that come in here. Security just doesn't really care. As long as you don't try to order alcohol they'll leave you alone ."
Aaron bent over the banister as he scanned the crowds again, meeting the eyes of several young guys until his eyes locked on an attractive guy with short, dark-blonde hair. The guy below him seemed to carry himself with a glowing presence. People around him turned around to get a glance or to smile at him. Aaron stared at him for a long moment in awe, studying every inch of his body, when suddenly the guy looked up and their eyes met for one brief second. His dark eyes seemed piercing, as if he could see right inside of him and read his mind. In that instant Aaron felt as if the entire world had disappeared around him. Everyone else in the club had left and he was alone with this gorgeous boy. He wanted nothing more than to leap over the balcony and get to him, but he knew that he could never force himself to approach someone as drop-dead gorgeous. Aaron let out a short gasp as the guy below him smiled up at him and then continued walking through the crowd.
"Let me know if you want to meet anybody kid. I know everyone." Rick said as he took another drink. Aaron didn't take his eyes off of the blonde guy walking away through the crowds below. His eyes followed his every move as he pushed his way through the crowds along the dance floor, as if he was hypnotized by the guy's presence.
"Do you know him?" Aaron asked and pointed to the blonde-haired guy on the floor below. Rick leaned over the banister and squinted to get a better look.
"Um, I think his name is Ryan." Rick said. "I haven't met him yet but from what I hear, he's quite the man."
"What do you mean?" Aaron asked, turning to face him.
"I guess he's really good in bed or something." Rick said, taking another drink. "Sounds like he gets around too. But like I said, I haven't met him so I don't really know what's true and what's just club rumor."
"Oh..." Aaron said, with slight disappointment. All hopes of meeting the guy faded like a dream. He was sure that someone so obviously desirable would never give him a second glance. "Too bad..."
"Oh hey," Rick said as he noticed a couple of guys waving to him from a few feet away. "My friends are here. So I guess I'll talk to you later right?"
"Oh yeah, sure." Aaron said as Rick turned toward his friends. "Later..." He said and Rick waved back to him. Aaron sighed shortly as he turned back to the crowds all around him and smiled nervously, hoping not to appear out of place. "Now what?"
Twenty minutes later Ryan had given up his evening with Chris and Jake. He wasn't going to go back to their table and have Chris lecture him when he could be dancing the night away with any of the beautiful guys in the club. He loved the power that he had over them as he walked through the crowds, turning heads. He loved the feeling of knowing that he could have any man he wanted. He loved the feeling he got every time someone turned and looked at him, longingly. The look in their eyes fueled him. It was as if he needed to see that look in their eyes. It gave him reason to come back each night, and it kept his mind off of what he really wanted.
As the night was progressing the crowds were starting to thin as people matched up and left together, each heading home to relationships or one-night stands. As they left, new faces filled the club, each meeting eyes with Ryan and staring after him as he turned away. Ryan met eyes with one cute boy after another, each smiling the same way, each giving him the same look but there was nothing special there. There was nothing behind the look they were giving him. Nothing behind the lust. Each look was exactly the same as the last. Until Ryan locked eyes with a short black-haired boy sitting alone at a table overlooking the dance floor. The boy he had seen earlier in the evening on the balcony. The look he had given him was something more than the other looks he had gotten. There was something much more behind it. It wasn't so much lust in his eyes but rather a sense of curiosity. As if he wanted the chance to meet him rather than just take him home for a quick fuck.
Ryan stopped in his tracks as he spotted the dark-haired boy at a table against the wall, watching the crowds pass him bye. It was entirely obvious that he was underage and that it was his first time in a club. The way he sat and watched everything, studying every detail and every expression on every person made it obvious how nervous he was. As he looked up and met eyes with Ryan once again it was as if he was being called over to him. Ryan smiled at him, causing the boy to twitch in shock but he was unable to remove his stare. His eyes were still locked on to Ryans as he started to make his way over to the table. As Ryan reached the table, the boy stared up at him in shock, breathing heavily with a slightly-dropped jaw.
"Hey," Ryan smiled and leaned over the table. "What's a cute boy like you doing sitting here alone? Why aren't you dancing?"
"I- I'm not really much of a dancer..." Aaron said nervously, feeling as if he was going to collapse from anxiety. He felt frozen in his seat as Ryan leaned over him smiling warmly and flashing an entrancing look in his dark eyes.
"This must be your first time here huh?" Ryan said charmingly and Aaron nodded.
"Yeah..." Aaron choked out.
"My name's Ryan." Ryan said as he sat down at Aaron's table.
"I'm Aaron... Grey." Aaron said and smiled nervously. Ryan smiled brightly, looking deeply in to Aaron's bright blue eyes as the multi-colored eyes flashed over his face.
"Nice to meet you Aaron Grey." He said. "I think I saw you earlier on the balcony. That was you right?"
"Yeah... Yeah probably." Aaron laughed shortly.
"I thought so. You looked pretty cute up there on the balcony. I was hoping I'd get to meet you tonight." Ryan said, working his charm, knowing that he had Aaron slipping in to his grasp.
"You were?" Aaron choked out and his eyes widened, completely captivated by Ryan's overall presence.
"Yeah." Ryan smiled. "There aren't a ton of underage guys here. It's a bitch trying to sneak in. A couple of my friends have connections though so it makes it easier now."
"I was really afraid I'd get caught but like tonight was the first night my family has been gone for a long time and so I just had to check this place out, even if it meant getting caught." Aaron chuckled. "And it's totally worth it. I mean, this place is incredible. It's so...."
"Entrancing?" Ryan asked, finishing his sentence and Aaron nodded and smiled brightly.
"Yeah... entrancing..." He said as he looked in to Ryan's eyes. The two of them sat opposite each other, staring in to each others eyes for a long moment in silence. The static in the air was undeniable as electricity shot between the two of them. Aaron had never felt such strong attraction to someone so quickly. He couldn't take his eyes off of Ryan. There was something so strong about him, something so real. He couldn't tell what it was about Ryan but there was something undeniably different about him. There was a feeling between the two of them that Aaron had never felt before.
"So Aaron..." Ryan said with a seductive look in his eye. "How long will your parents be gone tonight?"
Aaron unlocked the front door and pushed it open, flipping the light switch inside giving light to the dark room. He entered the room and held the door open for Ryan who entered and turned around admiring the very clean living room. It reminded him of Chris's house, the way everything was kept tidy and clean all the time. But at least this living room gave the impression that it was inhabited. Magazines were stacked on the coffee table and there was a jacket laid out over the back of the couch. As Ryan turned back to Aaron he noticed a large wooden crucifix hanging on the wall behind him.
"Nice place." Ryan said uncaringly.
"Thanks." Aaron said as he shut the door and locked it.
"Is your family religious?" Ryan asked, motioning to the cross.
"Yeah, both my parents are really strong Christians." He said as he watched Ryan cross the room, examining everything. "They're not really bible-nuts or anything. Not fundamentalists but still..."
"That must kind of suck." Ryan said as he spotted the holy bible sitting on a side table next to a dimly-lit lamp. "Are they pretty much homophobic fag-haters?"
"Not really... My dad says some stuff sometimes... but they're not really hateful people..." Aaron said, looking down to his feet.
"But you're not out to them huh?" Ryan asked and Aaron shook his head. "I understand. You can never really be sure how parents are going to react to it..." Ryan turned around to face him and Aaron looked back up at him, looking nervous again. "So where's your bedroom?"
"Um, down the hall, third door on the right." Aaron pointed, his hand slightly shaking and his voice stressed.
"You want to show it to me?" Ryan asked, smiling seductively and Aaron gulped as he started to move towards him.
"Yeah... ok." He said as he led him down the hall and in to a dark room where he flipped the light switch again, revealing a small but well-kept room. The walls were blank except for a large mirror hanging over the dresser against one wall. Ryan quickly scanned the room and turned back to him smiling.
"It's nice." He said. "Kind of small but it's nice."
"Yeah, my sister's room is bigger but I have the attached bathroom." Aaron said as he crossed the room and opened another door leading in to a bathroom with a full shower.
"Nice." Ryan said and Aaron smiled as he turned off the bathroom light and closed the door, turning back to Ryan and let out a short gasp as he saw Ryan take off his shirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing his perfect form. Aaron's eyes scanned his bare chest and his toned abs, suddenly feeling more nervous than before.
"Is it... too hot in here or something?" Aaron asked nervously and Ryan laughed.
"No... I just thought it'd be more comfortable if I took off my shirt." He said and stood next to the bed, running his hand over the clean bedspread. "Looks to me like you're the one who's overheated. You're turning pretty red Aaron. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Aaron gulped and tried to control his breathing as he tugged at his shirt collar. "I guess maybe I am a little hot."
"So lose the shirt." Ryan said, smiling suggestively. Aaron looked deeply in to dark eyes and felt himself melt under his control. Fumbling nervously, he lifted his shirt off over his head and let it fall to his feet. He stood frozen across from Ryan, feeling awkward without his shirt but Ryan smiled and flashed another melting look with his overpowering eyes. "Not bad."
"Thanks..." Aaron said, starting to relax. "I try to work out... when I can." His voice started to stress as Ryan approached him with a visible fire burning in his eyes. "Although not so much lately because, well I have to work and ya know how that is. Not a whole lot of time for anything else!" He laughed nervously under the stress as Ryan came face to face with him and pulled him in to a kiss.
At first Aaron's thought he was going to die from the initial shock of feeling Ryan's lips against his own but he quickly fell under Ryan's power again and melted in to the kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around Ryan's back, feeling every inch of his back and feeling Ryan doing the same to him. As they continued to kiss Ryan pulled him toward the bed and they collapsed on to it, not breaking their kiss. Aaron lost sense of what was happening as he became overpowered by Ryan's touch and passionate kiss. He couldn't concentrate on anything else if his life was dependent on it. Ryan rolled over on top of him on the bed, still unable to break the kiss and Aaron felt his own hands start to wonder down Ryan's back, grasping his firm ass. Ryan took it as a signal and he slipped his tongue in to Aaron's mouth, causing Aaron to gasp and pull out of the kiss. He looked up at Ryan with wide eyes, breathing heavily.
"What? Something wrong?" Ryan asked, still on top of him.
"N-no, I just wasn't expecting that." Aaron said as he tried to control his breathing. "I've never kissed with tongue before..." Ryan took a couple of deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking away while he tried to catch his breath.
"Take off your pants." He commanded after a moment and Aaron eyes widened further.
"W-what?" He choked out as Ryan stood up, looking down on him.
"Take off your pants Aaron." He repeated as he started to undo his own pants. "Unless you want to wear them in bed."
"Oh, Oh!" Aaron gasped as he realized exactly what was happening. He had known what was coming throughout the past half-hour but the reality of it was just starting to sink in to him and as much as he wanted to sleep with Ryan, let himself be completely taken over, he was terrified of the thought. Slowly Aaron reached down and unbuttoned his pants before pulling them down his legs and over his feet, kicking them to the floor. Ryan smiled as he watched Aaron cautiously pull off his blue-plaid boxers, revealing a neatly-trimmed patch of dark hair and his half-hard dick.
"You are so hot, you know that?" Ryan asked as Aaron slipped his boxers off over his feet and they fell in to the pile of clothes on the floor. Aaron stared up at him, half-smiling, but beaming on the inside with intense emotion. "God, I just want to fuck you right now!"
"...Do it." Aaron said simply as he lay back on the bed, naked in front of him, like an offering to a god. Ryan smiled even wider as he scanned Aaron's naked body in front of him, studying every beautiful inch of him.
"You sure?" Ryan asked as he let his jeans fall to the floor around his ankles, revealing his full naked form. He reached down in to the pocket of his jeans and retrieved a single condom, opening it carefully. "I don't have any lube."
"Y-yeah... I'm sure." Aaron choked out as he stared up at Ryan lustfully. Ryan smiled again and crawled on top of him on the bed, kissing him passionately once again before moving down, kissing his neck to his chest to his stomach. He stood up again and crossed the room, turning on the lamp on the nightstand and turning off the main light, leaving only a dim glow throughout the room. Aaron watched in awe, hypnotized by the dim lights flowing over his perfect body. Standing back over him, Ryan carefully put on the condom over his rock-hard dick, and returned to the bed, crawling on top of Aaron-- their naked bodies touching sensually.
"Is- is it going to hurt?" Aaron choked as Ryan positioned himself, preparing to lift Aaron's legs over his shoulders. Ryan paused for a moment and gazed in to Aaron's bright eyes, worried eyes. He could see how scared he really was as his breathing trembled underneath him.
"I'll be careful," Ryan whispered to him. "I won't hurt you..."
Aaron closed his eyes and steadied his breathing as he felt Ryan lift his legs and adjust himself. Ryan's words hung in the air and Aaron trusted them. At that moment he trusted Ryan more than he trusted anyone in the world. The strange feeling inside him was growing stronger every instant. He had never felt this way about anyone before. He had never felt so close to someone so soon. It was as if he had known Ryan for years rather than an hour. He had never imagined when he stepped foot in The Scene that by the end of the night he would be making love to the single hottest guy he had ever laid eyes upon. The thought seemed unrealistic-- that someone so gorgeous could actually care enough about him to take him to bed-- yet it was happening nonetheless. Aaron felt the head of Ryan's cock pressing against his ass. He felt Ryan steadying himself and he knew it would happen at any moment. His heart started pounding even harder in his chest as he felt Ryan's body tense and he gave a short low groan. Aaron choked out a nervous gasp as he prepared himself.
"Shhh," Ryan whispered soothingly in to his ear. "Just relax... It'll be ok... I promise I won't hurt you..."
Aaron let out a long, deep breath and let his body relax under Ryan's. As he did he felt Ryan position himself again and with one quick thrust he overpowered him. Aaron let out a short gasp again and his body shivered as he felt Ryan move inside of him. For one instant he experienced a pain like he had never felt before. He opened his eyes to witness what kind of physical torture had just overtaken him but as he opened his eyes all he saw were Ryan's deep eyes staring back at him, as if telling him that everything was alright-- comforting him. Aaron gazed in to his eyes and suddenly all of the pain disappeared and he was left with a much deeper feeling. A feeling that he never wanted to end.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand back through his hair as Aaron sat up on the bed, still trying to catch his breath. He looked lovingly at Ryan as he sat on the edge of his bed. The boy in front of him didn't seem like a stranger anymore. He felt closer to Ryan that he had ever felt to anyone in his life. He knew that his parents would be home soon but for some reason he just didn't care. He didn't want Ryan to leave him.
"Aaron, it's almost eleven. Your parents are going to be back soon right?" Ryan asked as he glanced at the clock. "I should get going." Aaron snapped back in to reality and climbed off the bed, finding his clothes at the foot of the bed.
"Alright..." he said lowly as he picked up his clothes. Ryan stood up from the bed and pulled on his jeans, turning to Aaron who held his bundle of clothes in front of his package, as if afraid to be seen naked. Ryan smiled weakly as he picked up his shirt and pulled it on over his head, as Aaron watched longingly. "I think I'll take a shower... Wash off some of this..."
"Ok." Ryan said simply as he slipped his feet in to his shoes, not looking at Aaron or his blank expression. He straightened his shirt and turned toward the door as Aaron backed up toward the bathroom, not taking his eyes off of Ryan.
"Ryan..." Aaron gasped as he started to walk the door. Ryan turned to him with an empty stare. "I... I just wanted to say that tonight was the best night of my life." Aaron said and tried to smile, fighting the feeling of loss he was experiencing.
"I'll see you Aaron." Ryan said shortly and smiled, turning to leave. "Oh, and you were great too." He said from the doorway and winked at him as he left. Aaron stood alone in his bedroom smiling wider than ever before. He was filled with the most amazing feeling he could have ever hoped to experience and he let out a long happy sigh as he pushed open the bathroom door, turned on the light and turned on the hot water in the shower.
Halfway down the hall Ryan stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking back at the bedroom door. The feeling of emptiness overwhelmed him again. He took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of emotions that washed over him once again. It was always the same. He always left after the sex. There was never anything to follow it. There couldn't be anything to follow it. Ryan stopped and leaned against the wall as he heard the water running in the shower behind him. He ran his hand through his hair, contemplating what he was about to do. There would be no consequences for it. One simple gesture couldn't hurt anything, he thought as he turned and headed back in to the bedroom. He scribbled a short message on a small piece of paper from his pocket and left it lying on Aaron's dresser. Ryan turned once more and looked to the bathroom where he could hear the water running as Aaron showered. He knew he would never see Aaron again as he turned to leave the room again. What they had done wouldn't matter in the morning and that was the way Ryan wanted it.
Ten minutes later, Aaron's mother entered his empty bedroom, fixing her ponytail. She yawned and looked around the room, quickly noticing the bed sheets pulled apart. She turned suspiciously to the bathroom door, where the shower water was still running.
"Aaron! We're home!" She said loudly as she turned to leave.
As she turned to leave the room her eyes passed over the dresser and she froze, sharply turning to retrieve the small note left on the spot. She picked it up and read over it twice and gasped. Her eyes widened and she turned to the bathroom door, horrified. She dropped the paper back on to the dresser but stood frozen, staring at the bathroom door, unable to move. She couldn't force herself to believe it but the proof was written out for her on the note: "Aaron; thanks for tonight, love Ryan".
In the shower Aaron let the water rinse over him as he retraced the nights events. It all seemed too good to be true-- so impossible. His grin grew wider as thoughts and visions of Ryan danced through his mind. He had never felt so completely high on life. He had no idea what was happening right outside the bathroom door...
To Be Continued...