Chapter 3.

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I guess I should just accept it...as weird as it is.

He's holding my hand as we're sitting side by side during an annual tour interview. He smiles at me, an awful lot, rubs my shoulders and the small of my back when signs of nerves show. It makes me feel warm inside. My whole body numbs with each touch.

"So. You two have been together since your teens. How'd you guys hold such a relationship especially with the publicity today?" I really don't know...because I don't remember. I look down. Swallowing. "It wasn't easy turning such a strong friendship into romance that's for sure." He nudges me and I look over at him. "But..." He takes my hands and holds them in his. "When you love someone. It will work. Even through the tough times." Blushing I look down. "And Brendon is hung over. So. Excuse him." The lady laughs at Ryan's words. "So. Tomorrow you guys are back to your homes....what's the first thing you do on your break?" Spencer chuckles from the back. "Sleep. For sure." Jon laughs in agreement. "Get my health back...too much fast food." Jon makes a sick face. Ryan looks over making eye contact with me, winking a smirk upon his lips.

He pushes me down onto the bed, the air in my lungs forced out when I hit. Ryan is quick to straddling me. Oh my god. Oh my god. My brain is going wild. "U-Unpacking?" Ryan shakes his head. "First....I'm gonna fuck you into next year..." He strips my shirt off over my head. I can feel the pressure in my groin. I groan and Ryan smirks. Cupping the bulge and rubbing roughly. "I see you're apposed."

We're both now stark naked. I've never felt so...shy. Ryan looks down at me. His body is positioned perfectly between my legs. "Ready?" His voice is husky. Mesmorizing. I nod. And he pushes into me slowly. Oh god. It burns. But. It feels so good. I moan out before biting my lip. "Oh!" From that moment on he doesn't hold back. He slams into me. The bed creaks loudly, you can hear our bare flesh coming into contact. Our moans and groans overcome all other sounds. The room begins to spin as I feel warmth spill over my stomach.

The next morning when I awaken, we're at it again. First thing, in the shower, on the kitchen table, couch, and floor. I've never felt so sore. "I gotta go for a little while...visit my mom...see you later?" I nod and he kisses my cheek. He's then dressed and out the door.

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