16. Wheee
Wheeeeee!
Luke
Okay, so Ryan and I said we were going to take the pressure off.
The romance stuff got put on hold while we were apart. We were focusing on being friends, on staying in touch and keeping each other informed about our lives while we weren’t in the same place. There were no fancy plans and no pressure; we wanted to keep things as simple as possible while we were apart.
And we actually did do what we planned. We didn’t go making things worse by saying one thing and doing another.
Well, Ryan sort of did. But not with me. I told him how his roommate wasn’t very scary at all and he didn’t believe me but then admitted that I wasn’t Zach or Lydia and wouldn’t lie to him just for fun, so he said he was going to make friends with his roommate but then he kept being weird instead. His roommate was weird back and now they both kept freaking each other out with their awkward friendship overtures while me and Morgan laughed at them via text message exchanges. It was pretty great.
My boyfriend and I were laughing together. I was laughing at my boyfriend. Lots of laughing and talking and texting all around. We should keep it up.
It’s just.
Ryan and I had a really good five days.
We texted little things throughout the day. Me: basically every thought I had in my head. Ryan: every time he owned someone else at science camp. And also every thought in his head, or at least as many of them as he could catch and write down when he had a moment.
We called each other at night before bed and talked and talked and didn’t want to hang up even though I had work and he did too just a different kind. And it was all going great and we both thought so and knew the other one thought so because we said so and we weren’t just saying that and we knew that because we asked and just.
We should just be apart and deal with the distance because soon Ryan would be back. We should use the time away to keep talking and really get back into our groove. That was the plan. We didn’t spend a lot of time together as friends ever so that was what we should do now.
Somehow, we were together on the next weekend. Hey, at least we planned it together instead of doing a dumb surprise. We were really ecstatic things were going right again and wanted to be with each other and enjoy things going right again. Yes, meeting each other in a motel room and then realizing we were in a motel room alone together could have gone bad, things could have been bad again and then we would have ruined the little week of good we had but—
It actually worked out.
First, we met exactly halfway between our locations. Also, we did realize that we would be meeting each other in a motel room beforehand. And while we were totally being platonic friends who were also dating—that’s how Ryan referred to it because he was a cute jerk—we decided we should probably be prepared. Just in case.
And then we were in the same room and we hugged and kissed and I didn’t want to stop even though we should talk or say some words, which would be talking, but just, Ryan was with me. In my arms! So like, making words? Really difficult. I was so happy and he was so next to me being all Ryan. How could I resist?
We did this weird thing where we were basically making out standing up. We didn’t move to the bed or push one of us against the wall, we just stood where we were. Mouths brushing, tongues occasionally dancing together. We weren’t just kissing, we were also smiling, so that would kind of get in the way, but I didn’t want to stop smiling and I don’t think he did either, so we just kept standing there and smiling into each other’s mouths.
And then eventually, my hands found their way under his shirt and his hands kept skimming the waistband of my jeans like they were teasing. Maybe that was on purpose and maybe he was fumbling around, I couldn’t really tell, and it didn’t matter because whatever it was worked for me.
“I know you said you were going to get supplies,” I told him while moving my mouth inch by inch from the corner of his mouth to his jaw to the skin below his ear. “But then I did too. There were a lot of dirty stores on the way here.”
The Midwest was supposed to be all churchy and the bible belt or something. The Midwest was also nasty. Good thing I wasn’t counting how many strip clubs and naughty stores or signs for them I saw on the way here because I would have lost count.
“Okay good, because I realized how disastrously it was going to go if I packed in advance,” Ryan talked while his hands became more sure as they traveled from my front half to my back half. “They were going to show my erotic paraphernalia to the whole airport, Luke!” What? He was so crazy. It made me grin. “They were literally going to go up to everyone and say, look at what this kid bought, doesn’t he know sex is dirty and wrong and will kill him?”
“No one does that,” I said. I hadn’t flown on planes that many times, and people didn’t like airport security, but I didn’t think that was why. They didn’t show your dirty laundry, maybe literally, to everyone in the vicinity. Airports were pretty busy and that might take a while.
“It would totally happen,” Ryan told me.
“You’re right,” I told him after a moment. Not just because I was agreeing with him. If there was anyone that would happen to, it was him.
“I ended up just getting crappy stuff from a gas station,” he said. In apology or just because he wanted to, his hands squeezed my ass and I groaned into his mouth.
“Oh. Cool,” I managed to say.
Stuff or no stuff, we could figure out some way to occupy ourselves. Particularly while on the bed. That would be great. Ryan frowned and pulled away from me a bit like he thought I was just saying that.
“Seriously,” I said. “I really thought we’d fight over whose stuff we got to use.” Not that we were even experienced enough to know the best condoms and lube and something I only grabbed because I had no idea what the hell it was and I wanted Ryan to guess. We weren’t experienced enough to know if the stuff I grabbed was good and we might not even use any of it, but seriously, like that would stop us from arguing about it.
Uh oh. I could almost see the wheels turning in Ryan’s head. “That does sound like fun,” he said while I tried to distract him by biting his neck. It worked for a moment and he made a pleased little sound, then decided, “I’m just going to say I brought your stuff instead.”
