"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?"

"Brendon?" Will moaned, sounding more and more like a drunk virgin. One too many drinks.
"Hmmm?" I mumbled, kissing into his neck.

"Well, I know you're going through a rough time, and..." he managed to mumble out before I bit into his neck, grabbing his crotch at the same time. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head and moaned. I felt so horrible. I mean, Ryan and I were done. But I wished we weren’t. I pinned Will against the wall, grinding my hips into his. His small, beautiful hips... this is what I was trying to think about but it wasn’t. The only thing in my head was Ryan. Which made me horny and sad all at the same time. What a night this was going to be.

"As the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding out your dress (clothes whatever)? Now think of what you did, and how i hope to god he was worth it..."

I kissed and grinded harder. Will put his head in my shoulder to hide his moans as I pulled down his skin-tight jeans. 

"When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin..."

I pulled his shirt over his head, gently touching his soft skin. I switched off the light with one hand as Will grabbed me and threw me on the bed. 

"I've got more wit, a better kiss, a harder touch, a better fuck than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie, you had me..."

I could hear Will scurrying over to the table to get the lube, As i just leaned on the bed. He put one finger in, i rolled my eyes. Two fingers. Scissoring movement. "Okay, I'm ready" i said impatiently. He laughed and quickly put the lube on his cock and entered slowly. I winced for a second but got used to it quickly. But I wasn’t getting off. I was too busy thinking about Ryan. We had a spark during sex. This was just some little dirty one night stand between friends. Don't get me wrong, Will was excellent at sex. I just needed Ryan. After Will was done, something satisfying him and him only, I left his house and took a walk. I wound up at the very park Ryan and I met at. I sat on the swing and stared at the empty one next to me, and flashed back to that day...

(Flashback)

"So I'm not the only one who hangs around deserted parks at midnight huh?" I heard a deep voice from behind me ask.

"Guess not," I replied, grinning.

He sat on the swing next to me. "Thinking? Mr..."

"Brendon," I interrupted.

"Well, hello there, Brendon." he said mockingly.

"Well hello there...?" I said, looking up at him, waiting for his name.

"Ryan."

I sized him with a slight smirk. "Well, it’s nice to meet you, Ryan."

He nodded. "Same here," he smiled, imitating my movements. I laughed, and we clicked. We talked about everything possible. Our childhood, things we like to do, and what we hoped for the future.

He looked down at his watch and his beautiful eyes widened. "Whoa its 5 AM! We’ve been sitting here talking for 5 hours." He exclaimed, laughing.

"Whoa! I’d better get home," I said, laughing and turning around as if i had someplace to go. “Maybe I'll see you around?" I asked. He nodded and we parted ways, until my heart fluttered when I heard him call my name.

"Brendon!"

I turned around to look at him. "Would you like me to drive you home?" he said grinning. "Why not?” I matched his smile, touched he’d even offer.

"I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of  exchanging body heat in the passenger seat..."

"This feels so weird, I mean... we just met," He whispered as I kissed his neck. I stopped and looked at him.

"Do you not want to do this? Because its fine if you don’t." He bit his lip."I mean... you won't leave me right after this, right? This isn’t just like a one-night thing for you, right?" His voice trembled, shining those beautiful puppy-dog eyes at me.

"Of course not." I replied, grabbing his hand. "Ryan, I really like you. You’re one of the greatest guys I've ever met."

He blushed and smiled at me. "Really?" His voice was bright. He was so cute when he did that. I smiled and reassured him, his lock with my eyes so strong it was frightening. After that he sat on my lap and started kissing my neck. He did not know how good this felt. especially with him. I grabbed his hips, and flung him to the backseat. He whimpered; it sounded so adorable. I leaned my hands on the seat as i leaned over him.

"No, no, no, you know it will always be me. Let’s get these teen hearts beating, faster, faster!"

His body was arching, and his was shaking when he asked me to fuck him. He was needy and it made me smile. I whispered comfortingly in his ear as I lifted his thin hips and pulled down his jeans, his angelic face pressed against the seats. He begged and I obliged, being gentle at first when I went inside him until the pain subsided and he demanded that I moved. Once I did, he shivered and moaned and encouraged me, over until he screamed. “OH GOD, BRENDON!” I knew that I’d found his prostate, and we were both so close. I reached over and stroked his cock to the pace of every movement, giving us short warning time until we both came, crying each other’s name.

He was in my arms, touching my hair, smiling at me afterwards. Everything felt right. We drove back to his out, and everything was great. But I guess I can’t keep a good thing.

I snapped back to reality, realizing I was sitting alone in a deserted park. waiting for something in my life to change. Eventually I got up and kept walking, to where I wasn’t sure. "Shit!" I ended up in front of his house. I was about to turn around but it was too late. There he was, sitting on a bench swing, looking down at his feet. I stood there staring at him in awe. about to walk away when I heard him say my name softly.

"Brendon?"
Shit shit shit shit shit!
"Y-Yes?" I stuttered, staring at the ground. I heard him get up.

“What are you doing here?" he asked, sounding concerned.

No reason. I’m just in love with you and lost you. "Nothing, I was just taking a walk," I lied, pointing towards the park.

"Oh. Well then... see you." he said, turning away, going toward his house.

"Wait, Ryan!" I shouted, surprised. He turned around slowly. "i know I fucked up, Ryan, I know I did, I just.. don’t know how to keep a good thing. I always screw things up, no matter how good things are. Ryan, you were a good thing in my life. Probably the only good thing."

Ryan bit his little, soft lip. "Brendon, I can't do it. I just can’t. The cheating, the lies, the... everything!" he snapped furiously. Tears welled up in my eyes and blurred my vision, but I could still see him.

"I know, and if you never wanna see me again, it’s totally fine." I turned away, ashamed, but before I could take a single step I just broke down and sobbed.

"So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?"

"Brendon, baby, you know I hate to see you cry." Ryan said, looking so concerned, so... beautiful. His arms were around my shoulders and I couldn’t stop crying. "Come inside. We can talk about this, I guess." I just sniffled and followed him silently as he held me close to him.

He sat me down on the couch but he remained standing in front of me, and I looked up at his thin, tall frame.

"Ryan." I caught his gaze.

He looked away. "What?" he said coldly.

"Do you still love me, Ryan?”

His habit was biting his lip, and I could tell by his expression that he needed to think about that.

"So I guess we're back to us, so cameraman swing the focus. In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off? Let’s speak up, speak up."

"Well, Ryan?" My voice was worried. He looked down, unable to look me in the eye.

"Of course I still love you, Brendon, but... you broke my heart. With your cheating and your lies and yet..." He still didn’t, couldn't look up. "I still love you."

I stood up and lifted his chin up, seeing small tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Ry. I need you, but  I already broke your heart... if I asked, would you let me try again?"
He chewed on his lip. He didn't answer, just ran into my arms, shaking. My head founds its familiar place in the crook of his neck, and I breathed in his beauty.

"I love you, Brendon." he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too, Ryan." I mumbled, pecking his neck.

"Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?"