"With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet
Like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat
Settle soft and as pure as snow
I fell in love with the fire long ago"
-Would That I by Hozier
POV Ryland
I get what Noah meant when he told me to stay home, but it still hurt a little.
Logically, it's the right thing to do. People talk, and I really don't need talk around me right now.
But, still. I want to be there to support my boyfriend. I just have to hope he knows I'm supporting him from right here.
Appa jumps up on the couch, laying his head on my leg, and I give him some pets. Noah's game has been going fairly smoothly, with the Celtics leading by a fair amount. Noah looks as hot as ever, and the way he dominates on the court does not go unnoticed by me. Or my cock.
I check my phone and see a series of texts from Layla. Ever since I told her about my apartment, she hasn't stopped checking in on me. I know she means well, but her asking me how I am everyone hour is getting a bit annoying.
Layla: how are you doing?
Layla: me and mig are watching the game if you want to come over
Layla: no pressure tho! do whatever makes you happy
Layla: you're doing ok right?
Ryland: yes I'm doing alright
Ryland: same as the last twenty times you asked
Layla: sorry I care
Layla: ungrateful little man
Ryland: my apartment literally just burned down, I feel like I get to have a bad attitude
Layla: respectfully no <3
Layla: soooooooo u coming over or no??
Ryland: sure ig
Layla: ok no need to sound so upset about it
Ryland: my apartment burned down
Layla: lame excuse but wtv
Ryland: see u soon
Layla: don't get in a car crash otw <3
Ryland: no promises
I send a quick text to Noah telling him where I'm going before I go out to my car. Noah's house is actually closer to Layla's than mine, so I'm at her place quicker than I thought. I park and head up to the front door. I don't bother knocking, just opening the door. As soon as I walk in, I see Layla and Miguel on the couch
Making out.
"Ah!" I squawk, covering my eyes with my hands. "My eyes!"
I hear shuffling and after a second, I uncover my eyes. Layla and Miggy are not touching (or making out, thank god) anymore.
"You knew I was coming over! That was scarring! Worse than my apartment!" I say glaring at both of them.
"You usually take longer. I thought we had more time," is all Layla says. I just look between her and Miguel before collapsing dramatically into the armchair by the couch.
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The Lucky One
Romance"I bite down on his lower lip and he moans again, pulling on my hair. Right now I don't care about basketball or the fact that my teammates are outside somewhere, I just want Ryland. And these filthy noises he is making are driving me insane." _____...
