I pulled back and glared at him. “You can’t do that!”
“Try and stop me.” He gave me a challenging look while grinding our hips together.
Figured our foreplay would involve arguing and trying to win, because that was like our entire relationship, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to win even though I wasn’t sure what exactly I was even trying to win. I tackled him. We fell on the bed with me over him.
“Oh no, oh no,” Ryan said with no enthusiasm whatsoever. “What a terrible situation I find myself in. I do not want you on top of me at all.” He nodded a lot. Obviously, he was lying. Excessive nodding was his tell, but he also wasn’t trying very hard to deceive me.
Yeah, this wasn’t really a punishment.
“Hey, Ryan?” I pecked him on the lips, then said very clearly, “I hate that drag queen show you watch.” I already mentioned that in the voicemail I left him, but the reminder made his face scrunch up for a second.
“I’m going to smother you with a pillow,” he informed me seriously. It made me grin. He moved to grab a pillow then looked really confused when he couldn’t because I was still on top of him. “Hey, get off me!” he ordered.
“I’m so comfortable.” I settled my weight more firmly on him and grabbed his hands to put them over his head.
“This is actually a terrible situation now!” he complained. Except he was smiling and kept nodding a lot whenever he tried to protest. He wiggled and squirmed in vain and I didn’t let him go and the situation had gone from sexy to silly for a moment but then maybe it turned both silly and sexy because him wiggling around kept bringing our groins into contact with each other.
I kissed him because I wanted to and I wanted to shut him up and he bit my lip in protest while shoving his crotch into mine and then I groaned and he grabbed onto my backside, when did I even let his hands go, and he pushed me more into him and it became less clear whether we were fighting or another word that started with ‘f.’ Things felt pretty natural and there was no one around to stop us so we kept going.
It wasn’t perfect. There was a TV on too loud in one of the rooms next to us and the sheets were scratchy. The feeling of the coarse fabric on skin took a while to get used to, and until we did, Ryan and I kept rolling around, switching our positions as neither of us wanted to lay on the bed.
Ryan ended up on top of me for a moment while I was on the bed below him. “Luke, be a gentleman and get a rash for me.”
There were just… so many bad ways to take that. Rashes were generally not fun to think about ever, let alone when we were tangled up on a bed together. Ryan’s face got redder, but he put his hands on my shoulders firmly. “I said what I said,” he said. “Rash, rash, rash.”
“This might go better without talking.” I meant that in a totally loving, supportive way.
“I agree, but do you actually think that’s possible?” Ryan’s brown hair was already messed up and falling all over the place.
I wanted to respond but Ryan was on top of me, hands spread out on my chest while our lower halves were still in contact and he had a demented look on his face and really enjoyed trying to be stronger than me and I was kinda getting distracted but—
“Oh my god, my elbow is chafing,” I complained. There were other things I wanted to focus on more, but it was super annoying.
“That’s another word we should ban,” Ryan decided sagely.
“Should we stop and make a list?” I asked, putting my hands on his hips totally innocently and not like I was about to flip him at all… I was going to flip him.
“Make a sandwich, do some laundry, get you some lotion for your poor elbow—" he carried on conversationally. Ryan saw through my brilliant plan or he just thought adding friction would be a good idea and it was as he moved his hips, grinding into me.
And then I really got distracted for a moment, so I couldn’t flip him because I was getting a lot of pleasure from our current positions but eventually—
“It’s itchy,” I complained again. “Imagine how it’s gonna be when we’re shirtless.”
“Oh good idea,” Ryan said, making a happy noise. “Take off your shirt.”
“That’s gonna make it worse.”
Ryan’s hands drug themselves over my chest while he talked. “Disagree that you removing your shirt could ever make anything worse.”
He had a point there because Ryan almost immediately got distracted when I did remove my shirt and I flipped him over.
The sheets were irritating, but Ryan’s skin on mine soothed any unease.
Not having a ton of money, the room was super cheap. There was no mini bar, no mints on the pillows, and these were only a few of the things Ryan complained about. I liked that though. Ryan complaining was normal, he wasn’t trying to be some other person or make it all perfect and that was good because I didn’t want to be with some guy I didn’t even know. I wanted to be with Ryan.
“You have too many abs,” Ryan mused a bit later.
“That’s a complaint?” Proud of myself for managing that. See, Ryan was licking my torso as he said it.
