muscleaddict Posted June 28, 2020 Author Share Posted June 28, 2020 21 hours ago, Sjdmuscle said: Yes muscle addict challenge yourself! You're such a good writer now, but you have to try this is after all a growth forum! Β I wholeheartedly agree. No matter how hard Deano tries, I don't think he be able to suppress his "inner twat" Now onto the sex scene! Too many crispy socks! I don't see how Deano can sleep at night taking into account "The Princess and the Pea"!!! Thanks, matie. I'm always trying to push my writing further and try out new things.Β 1 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post muscleaddict Posted June 28, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 28, 2020 Eleven I wake up in the middle of the night with that all too familiar feeling when I've drunk too much. My mouth dry. My head muddled and throbbing. God - Iβm back here again. And then things start flooding back. Memories from earlier start coming to me. Images appearing in my head. Being with Josh in the kitchen when I got back home. Saying, βI want to speak to Ryan!β to him. More than once. Fuck! Him telling me to be quiet so dad wouldn't hear me. Warning me that dad was gonna kill me for being so drunk and making so much noise if I woke him up.Β And then I remember why Josh was with me in the first place. Iβd text him because Iβd lost my fucking house key. SHIT. I leap out of bed and grab my wallet. I was on the doorstep for ages looking for my key. Like Iβm doing now. Itβs not in the usual place. But then I look in the compartment where I keep my change. So much change. How much did I take out last night? How much did I spend? And then I breathe a sigh of relief. Because my house key is here, amongst all the change. Thank fuck for that. More images flash into my head. Nick leaving. Drinking more shots with Tony. And oh God - being thrown out of a bar by the bouncers. Arguing with them. And before that, talking to Ryan and his girlfriend Katie. Him with his hand placed on her back. Calling her βbabeβ. The two of them looking and smiling at each other. Ugh. At least I didnβt end up at that club again. Something in my subconscious must have stopped me after last time.Β I look at the time on my phone and I realise - the Instagram app icon has gone from the front screen. And then it comes back to me. I deleted it. I was looking at Ryanβs profile when I got home back. And then - fuck - I was looking at Woodyβs profile as well. I remember looking at the picture of him and Luke smiling into the camera taken in Surrey last week. And then I deleted the app from my phone. I remember doing it now. Maybe thatβs for the best. Maybe I actually did something sensible last night. I donβt get out of bed until past noon. Joshuaβs out. Dadβs not around. I lie in bed watching crap TV and feeling like shit. I could watch Ryanβs DVD. He said he wanted it back tomorrow. I told him Iβd watch it by the end of the weekend.Β For some reason though, every time I think about Ryan, I feel kind of pissed off. Maybe Iβm just pissed off at myself. For having those thoughts about him. For another fucking guy whoβll never want me back. I need to stop that. I need to stop it now. I pick up the DVD and throw it in my backpack. Iβll leave it with my dad on reception tomorrow to give back to Ryan. Iβve got better fucking things to do than to watch a stupid kids film anyway.Β βYouβre quiet this morning!β my dad says to me as we pull up in the usual spot outside the gym the next day. βIβm fine,β I mumble as I undo my seat belt. βNot still bloody hungover from Saturday?β I groan. βNo!β I say, annoyed. βYou made enough bloody noise coming home! I spoke to Steve by the way. He said heβll stay and watch the show with you on Saturday after the expo.β βOh right!β I say, picking up my backpack from the floor of the car. βOI!β βWhat?!β I say, annoyed. My dad just looks at me, his eyes narrowed, this concerned look. Like he wants to say something. But he thinks better of it. βWanna go on the gym floor today?β My stomach twists. βCan I do the Juice Bar all day?β Thereβs less chance of seeing Ryan that way. My dad groans and shakes his head. βBloody βell. I canβt win with you!β The Juice Bar is fucking dead and the time seems to drag. I check Facebook and Twitter and wonder what Iβm missing out on by not checking Instagram. I wonder if Ryanβs DMβd me again. Maybe commented on any more of my pics. Or even posted anything new. And then I wonder if Iβm being a complete dick by not just re-downloading the app onto my phone. I see people tweeting about the new season of that Stranger Things show on Netflix so I load up the first episode. My dad doesnβt like me watching stuff on my phone while Iβm working. But thereβs literally no one here. Thereβs been, like, two guys come into the bar the whole morning.Β I donβt really get what the fuss is about with this show. Itβs just a bunch of weird geeky kids riding around on their bikes. It feels like the kind of thing fucking Henderson would like. Heβll probably turn up to class next year wearing a Stranger Things t-shirt. Having gained zero muscle mass over the summer. Nick texts me asking me how Saturday night was after he left. I message back telling him it was fine but that I suffered for it yesterday. And then I compose another text, my stomach doing something strange as I hit send. Weird question! Can you think of something I can confess to someone who doesnβt know me very well? Something I might be embarrassed about? (Confused face emoji).Β Three dots appear as Nick replies. And then his message comes through. Being friends with Tony Anderson? I laugh at his text. And now Iβm thinking about that conversation we had in the pub on Saturday. So Nickβs gonna be sharing with a gay guy next year? Which means heβd probably be absolutely fine if I told him where I ended up the other week after my night out with Tone. And what I ended up doing. And about my feelings for Sebastian Wood.Β I didnβt tell the lads that I got suspended from uni. I didnβt tell them what I did to Woody and Luke. My dad comes in and I put my phone down. He stops dead in his tracks, looking out to the bar. βWhere the fuck is everyone?β I shrug. βThatβs what happens when I put you behind the bar. Your face scares the customers off!β I do a fake sarcastic laugh and roll my eyes. My dad looks at me and sighs. βGo on. You can go home!β βReally?β βWeβre overstaffed. Go on - get yourself off. Go and see those twat mates of yours or something.β I donβt argue. I pick up my backpack and head out. This is kind of perfect. I can leave Ryanβs DVD with whoever is sat on reception. I donβt have to see him or talk to him at all today. But that plan goes completely out of the window when the gym's reception comes into sight. Because leaning up against the front desk wearing his blue tight fitted branded t-shirt is bloody Ryan. Lats stretching the material. That massive, round arse sticking out of his trackies. For fuckβs sake. Doesnβt this guy ever do any work? His face seems to light up when he turns around and spots me. He leans up from the desk and smiles. That big grin he does. βAlright, Deano!β I nod at him and roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek. It's funny. I was feeling pissed off at him. But now Iβm stood in front of him, Iβm finding it kind of hard to feel angry. I clutch the handle of my backpack tightly. βNot too bad.β βHeavy night, Saturday?βΒ I nod. βA bit!β βYour mates seem cool!β I pull a face. βTheyβre really not!β He smiles. βYou off for lunch?β he says, nodding at my backpack. I shake my head. βDadβs letting me go early. The gymβs dead!β He does a slow nod. βSO β¦β he says, wide-eyed. βDid you watch it?!β he asks, an excited look on his face. On that stupidly handsome face.Β No, you stupidly good looking bastard. I didnβt watch your stupid kids film while you were at home with your stupidly gorgeous girlfriend. I pull an eeek face and shake my head in response. Ryan tips his head back and groans. βFuckinβ ELL!β He playfully shakes his head, smirking at me. βThatβs the last time I lend you a DVD!β βIβve, erm ... got it with me if you want it back,β I mumble. He looks at my backpack Then he looks at me, narrows his eyes at me and bites his lip. βSo youβve definitely finished work for the day?β I nod, feeling confused. Ryan rolls his tongue around the inside of his cheek. βRight! Come on!β he says, jerking his head to one side. My chest tightens sharply. βWhat?β But I think I know what. βWeβre going to mine, and weβre watching The Goonies!β Yep. There it is. Fucking. Hell.Β βWhat - now?!β βYes, NOW!β he says. And then he grins at me. This big, mischievous (and achingly gorgeous) grin. And before I know it, Iβm following Ryan to his red Peugeot. Is this really happening? Am I really going round to Ryan fucking Northβs house? Iβm playing with the inside of my cheek with my tongue as I climb into his front seat.Β I do my seat belt up. And then I make eye contact with Ryan and he flashes me this grin. Itβs a kind of shy smile. And he even seems a little nervous. Like he was the last time I was in his car. But, I dunno, he seems excited too. And now Iβm smiling back at him. My insides are doing weird things. Fucking. HELL. βYouβre not gonna spend the whole time doing Sloth impressions are you?β I ask, as he pulls away from the gym. Ryan beams. He leans over to me. βMaaaaybe!β he says, in a silly voice, which makes me laugh. Why does he turn into this different person when heβs in this car? When itβs just the two of us? God - his forearms look even hotter today, if thatβs possible. Thick and tanned and veiny. The forearms of a freak five days out from competing in a bodybuilding show. I wonder what posing trunks heβs gonna wear. βAnd I still want that fucking confession!β Ryan says. I pull a face and roll my eyes. But I canβt seem to stop smirking. βI canβt think of anything!β I groan. βOh COME ON! There must be something. Iβm secretly a massive nerd who canβt stop doing Sloth impressions. And yooouβre ...β he pulls a funny face, egging me on to finish the sentence.Β βA midget. Apparently!β Ryan lets out a short, sharp laugh. βI did say JACKED midget. Donβt forget the jacked part!βΒ I give him a playful death stare then turn to look out of the window. I watch the seafront and swarms of people on the beach as we whizz past. Itβs so fucking hot and sunny today. I think this might be my favourite day of the summer so far.Β Ryan turns down a street of Victorian terraced houses and parks the car. And now Iβm following a six foot mountain of insanely hot muscle up the drive of the house he lives in. His triceps and lats looking crazy in his bright blue t-shirt with βRYAN NORTH PERSONAL TRAININGβ written on the back. And that arse. That ridiculously round and obscenely huge arse. I feel myself starting to swell in my trackies. And now Iβm panicking. Because itβs getting bigger. I take my backpack off my shoulder and hold it in front of my crotch.Β And now heβs leading me upstairs. His back and arse right in front of me. Even the back of his bloody head and neck are sexy. And then I suddenly feel a jolt of panic. Because what if he lives with his girlfriend, Katie? What if sheβs actually inside? An image comes into my head. Ryan with his hand placed flat on Katieβs back in that pub on Saturday and I feel a stab in my stomach. I push the memory away. βDo you live by yourself?β I ask, as we get to the door of his flat. Feeling way more fucking nervous than I should. Because itβs a perfectly normal question.Β βYep!β he replies. And now weβre in. Iβm in Ryan North PTβs flat. Fuck. βWant a beer?β He seems a little awkward. βErm β¦β I pull a face. βStill feeling delicate from Saturday?β he teases, with a cheeky smirk. I smirk and shake my head. βFuck it - gimme one!βΒ Ryan tells me to go through to his lounge as he goes to the kitchen. The first thing I notice is a framed picture of him at a bodybuilding show sat on a big bookshelf. Heβs shredded and bronzed and cranking out a most muscular with a big trophy placed on the floor next to him. And heβs wearing Union Jack patterned posing trunks. Jesus. Theyβre tacky as fuck. And yet - even though I donβt know Ryan that well - it just seems right that heβd be wearing Union Jack posing trunks. It feels like a Ryan thing to do I guess. His hair is different in the picture too. Itβs styled into a big, crazy mohawk. I roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek, smirk and shake my head.Β Thereβs also a black and white picture of a woman. Sheβs pretty stunning. I presume itβs his mum. I imagine theyβre quite close if heβs got a framed picture of her on display. Something twists in my stomach at that thought. Thereβs no pictures of Katie. Huh - I feel oddly smug about that fact. I move on to an absurdly huge collection of DVDβs. Thereβs about six shelves from top to bottom full of them. A bunch of them donβt even look English. I lean in and try toΒ work out what they are. Some Chinese or Japanese animation stuff. Ryan comes in with two cans of beer and hands me one. βYou really ARE a fucking nerd!β I tease, pulling a face at his DVD collection. He does this big goofy grin and shrugs, unapologetically. And then I spot something else. These two figures of little men with big heads. βErm β¦β I pick one up and look at Ryan, my face playfully screwed up in disapproval.Β Ryan laughs. βPut Dom down next to Cole and come and watch the film!β I shake my head. βI donβt even wanna KNOW who they are!β I sit down on Ryanβs sofa as he loads up the DVD. He comes over. This sort of part giddy, part nervous smile on his face. And fuck - now heβs sat next to me on the sofa. His body right next to mine. Those huge thighs just inches from mine. His forearms right bloody there. I suddenly feel myself starting to swell again. Fuck.Β I donβt know if itβs my imagination but, now that Ryanβs sat next to me, it sort of feels like thereβs this atmosphere. And I suddenly feel nervous. I look over and he catches my eye and his mouth curls into a little grin. He still seems a little nervous. Am I completely imagining this? Iβm kind of relieved Ryan offered me a drink now. The beerβs definitely helping my nerves right now. βI know EVERY word to this film!β Ryan proudly says. I turn my head and shoot him a look, with one eyebrow raised. I feel like making a joke. βItβs a good job you look the way you do.β But I donβt. It just feels too β¦ brave, I guess. To comment on his looks. βI still canβt believe youβve never watched it!β Ryan says. I smirk and roll my eyes. βWhat did you DO as a kid?β βErm. Mostly played XBox with Josh!β I say, with a shrug. Ryan smiles at me. βI keep forgetting you have a brother.β I take a swig of my beer. βDoes he look like you and your Dad?β βNo!β I scoff. βHeβs six foot for a start!β Ryan looks at me with his mouth open. βNoooo! HOW?!β I smirk and shrug. βIs your brother a bodybuilder?β βYep. Well β¦ he hasnβt competed in a few years. Heβs not really into it like me and dad are.β Ryan smiles and nods. βSo is there, like β¦ this big sibling rivalry between you two? With you being the golden boy?β I choke on the swig of my beer Iβve just taken and Ryan laughs. Iβm wiping my chin and looking at him in disbelief. βJOSH is the fucking golden boy!β Ryanβs just glaring at me with a sceptical look on his face. βIβm telling you!β βBut youβre like ... β and then he looks me up and down. My stomach flutters. I look at him blankly, suddenly feeling nervous. But also kind of excited at what Ryanβs about to say. βFuture 212 pro bodybuilder!β he exclaims. βMuscle University student. Mini Deano. The apple of daddyβs eye!β I shake my head, but Iβm smirking too. He has no fucking idea what heβs talking about. βTrust me. Josh is the favourite!β I tell him firmly.Β βI donβt believe that for a minute!β Ryan exclaims. βDeano - I told you last week. Your dad literally talks about you ALL the time!β I roll my eyes and go back to the film.Β βDo you know he even mentioned you in my interview? He told me all about you.β I pull a face and shrug. βItβs just βcause Iβve done well in competitions.β βOkay! But heβs barely said anything to me about your brother. Heβs mentioned him, like, once.β I swallow hard and carry on watching the film. βJosh is DEFINITELY the favourite!β I look at Ryan. He shrugs and pulls a face like heβll drop the subject but clearly still doesnβt believe me. We stay silent for a while as we watch the film. About ten or so minutes later, Ryan asks me if I want another beer.Β βYou know I kinda wanted to stay out with you guys on Saturday!β Ryan says with a smirk as he comes back with my drink. βReally?!β I say pulling a face and taking the bottle from him. I donβt know why Ryan would wanna hang out with me, Nick and Tone. βProbably best I didnβt!β he says, sitting back down with a sigh. I look at him confused. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, like heβs regretting saying anything. I have a feeling I know what heβs getting at. Katie. I suddenly remember the look on her face on Saturday when I offered them both a drink. That warning look for him to say no.Β βKatie seemed nice,β I say, looking straight at the TV and not at Ryan. My voice sounds weird. Fuck. Why does my voice sound weird? Like Iβm not being genuine.Β βShe liked you too!β he says. I look over at him and heβs giving me this little smile. I donβt know what my face is doing, but I clearly donβt look convinced.Β βWhy do you look so surprised?β he asks, smirking. Erm, how about - because most people meet me and just think Iβm a loud-mouthed twat faced prick? I just shrug and take a swig of my beer. βHow long have you guys been together?βΒ My stomach tightens. Even though I asked, I suddenly donβt want to know the answer to that question.Β βAbout four months,β Ryan replies. I nod, suddenly feeling awkward. I look at the picture of him on the bookcase, bronzed and squeezing out a most muscular in competition condition.Β I suddenly remember what Katie said on Saturday after seeing Ryan in his posing trunks. That βonce was enough, thanksβ.Β I canβt resist.Β βWhat does she think of your Union Jack posing trunks?β I ask, completely failing to suppress a smirk. Ryan side-eyes me. But heβs fucking smirking too. He bites his lip and shakes his head. I turn to face the TV. I donβt know whatβs gotten into me. Iβm suddenly feeling fearless. βDoesnβt she approve?β βKatie doesnβt approve of ANY posing trunks, mate!β I turn to look at him. I can tell by his face that heβs being serious.Β Something pulls in my chest. I pull a face. βWhat - does she expect you to get up on stage naked or something?β This big, warm smile spreads across Ryanβs face, but he doesnβt respond. βWait - sheβs okay with you being a bodybuilder, right?β Ryan pulls a face. What the fuck? How can anyone be going out with a bodybuilder and have a fucking problem with it?Β βOh, she definitely gets off on the fact Iβm big!β My stomach clenches. I suddenly feel a sharp disdain for this person. Who I only met once.Β He sighs. βKatie really cares what people think. Her friends. Her family. Her parents are SO posh!β What the hell? My chest feels tight. Iβm suddenly starting to feel wound up. βSheβs never said it, but ... I think sometimes sheβs worried about what they think about the bodybuilding stuff!β I screw up my face. I feel this anger rising up in my chest. βWhat - so sheβs, like, embarrassed?β Ryan sighs. βItβs more the β¦ extreme side of it, I guess. The competing. The tan. The shiny posing trunks.β βWell she shouldnβt be going out with a bodybuilder then!β Fuck. I can't believe I just said that. Ryanβs biting his lip. I canβt work out his expression.Β βSorry!β I say, suddenly feeling like a massive fucking twat. And now heβs smirking. I canβt believe heβs bloody smiling. βBlimey. You Watkins lads arenβt afraid to say whatβs on your mind are you?β I pull a face and shrug. I still feel like a bit of a twat. But I donβt regret saying what I just said. Weirdly I donβt regret it. Why the FUCK would you go out with a bodybuilder if you have hang-ups about it? And why would Ryan go out with someone like that. If I was with a guy like Ryan - fuck it, if I was WITH Ryan - God, I wouldnβt be embarrassed. Far from it. Iβd be proud (SO fucking proud) to be going out with a guy who was as good of a bodybuilder as he is. And one whoβs as hot he is. And funny. And goofy. And as secretly nerdy. βJust β¦ I think Iβd struggle,β I tell him. βTo go out with someone who ... you know, didnβt get the bodybuilding thing.β Ryan bites his lip and gives me this look. Like, I donβt know, maybe he approves of what Iβm saying. βItβs just β¦ well, bodybuilding is my fucking life!β He smiles at me. This warm, approving smile. Like I just said something he really liked. And wow - now thereβs this atmosphere all of a sudden. βI know what youβre saying,β he says, giving me this look. Then he shakes his head. βAnyway, I should be the one saying sorry!β I look at him, confused.Β βYou donβt wanna hear about my girlfriend drama!β he says, looking straight at the TV again. He suddenly looks bothered by something. I donβt know what to say.Β We go back to the film. I feel funny. But itβs a good kind of funny. My chest is expanding. I feel lighter somehow. It feels like something just happened between me and Ryan. I donβt know what. But I feel like it was something good. We stay silent for a while, until Ryan suddenly gasps and starts excitedly pointing at the screen. βTruffle shuffle!β he exclaims. I look at him wide-eyed, like heβs the biggest fucking geek in the world. But Iβm smirking too. βOkay - how can YOU do that?β I say, as the boy on screen jigs about with his t-shirt pulled up. The rolls of fat on his stomach jiggling about as he pulls a stupid face. Ryan is looking at me wide-eyed. βYou donβt believe I can do the Truffle Shuffle?!β βYouβve got, like, five per cent body fat!β Ryan huffs loudly and jumps up. Then he lifts up his t-shirt and holy fucking abs! And now Iβm just sat here looking at his blocky shredded stomach muscles. Shitting hell. Then he screws his face up in the funniest way and starts jiggling around. Itβs so fucking funny. I feel kind of embarrassed but Iβm laughing too. I canβt fucking help it.Β I donβt say anything in response. Iβm just shaking my head. And Ryanβs beaming at me. This big proud, goofy grin as he sits back down next to me. The heat of his huge muscular body next to mine. His scent. The chemistry between us. Even if Iβm the only one feeling it. βIβll give you five hundred quid if you do that on stage on Saturday!β Ryan laughs. βFucking deal!β I roll my eyes and smirk back. And now heβs just looking at me. Smirking back and biting his lip. And thereβs that atmosphere again. Fuck. We sit and watch the rest of the film. Ryan gets excited when Sloth comes on. He does about six impressions from then until the end. Like the big massive nerd that he is. The bigΒ insanely sexy nerd whose abs I canβt stop picturing for the rest of the film. Whose shredded blocky, perfect fucking abs are now embedded in my memory.Β Later on and Ryanβs pulling up outside my house in his car. Heβs looking out of the window, having a good look at the house his boss and his mini me son lives in. βRight!β he says, locking the doors of the car. I look at him confused. βYouβre not getting out of this car until you confess something!β I groan and throw my head back. βCome on. Itβs not that hard! Just tell me something about you that would surprise me. Something youβre embarrassed about.β βIβm mates with a guy who does the Truffle Shuffle and impressions of Sloth from The Goonies!β Ryan laughs. Then he looks at me with his eyes widen, biting his lip. βCome on. You know you wanna β¦β he says, doing that thing where he leans into me. I sigh loudly.Β βTell me a secret, Deano Watkins!β And then he smirks at me. This - ARGH - absurdly sexy smirk. I got a hard on looking at your arse earlier. I wanked off thinking about you the other day. I want to fucking kiss you, Ryan North PT. How thatβs for #ConfessionOfAJackedMidget? I look straight ahead, out the front window of Ryanβs car, trying to wrack my brains for something to say. βI β¦β I pause and sigh, not knowing what the hell to say. Ryan gives me a look for me to carry on.Β I groan. βI β¦ got suspended from uni!β Fuck. As soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them. My chest is tightening. βBloody hell!β Ryan says, looking surprised. ARGH! Why the FUCK did I tell him that? The atmosphere has changed. All of a sudden things feel a little tense. βSorry!β I say, shaking my head. βI know you meant, like, a jokey thing! I just couldnβt think of anything,β I say, looking at the dashboard and feeling like an absolute fucking TWAT. βWell β¦ it was a confession!βΒ I look at him and heβs giving me this kind smile. Like heβs not really judging me. βWhen did this happen?β I clear my throat. βA few days before Easter!βΒ He pouts and nods. βWhat did you do?β Fucking hell. My chest tightens. My stomach clenches. I shrug and sigh. βSomething β¦ stupid!β And shitty. Something really, really shitty. Ryanβs just looking at me, like he genuinely wants to know. Like heβs actually interested. Or is he just humouring me? Is he wishing heβd never asked? I canβt believe Iβm telling him this. I clear my throat and shake my head. Then I talk as if what happened wasnβt that much of a big deal. βThereβs this β¦ guy I donβt get on with. Weβre always, sort of, saying stuff to each other. And β¦β I shake my head and roll my eyes, βI posted something on the uni Facebook page about him which I shouldnβt have. The teachers saw it and β¦β and then I stop and shrug. Ryan looks at me and pulls an eeek face. But he still doesnβt seem like heβs judging me.Β βWhat did your dad say?β I shake my head. βFucking BOLLOCKED me!β Why is it so easy to talk to Ryan? He smiles at me. βHmmm. My nerd secret feels kinda tame now!β I smile back at him and bite my lip. βDo you wish you hadnβt done it?β he asks. My chest feels heavy all of a sudden. βYeah!β I say, nodding, not looking at him. βI mean β¦ weβve all done stuff we wish we hadnβt!β But not what I did. Only a fucking twat would have done what I did. I chew the inside of my mouth and nod.Β βOkay - ONE more thing before I let you out!β Ryan says, the mood suddenly lightened. I look at him puzzled. βYouβre not leaving this car until β¦β Iβve rammed my tongue down your fucking throat. β... you do a Sloth impression!β βFUCK OFF!β I say, shaking my head and smiling. βCome on! Just one teenie tiny impression. HeyΒ you guuuys!β I roll my tongue around the inside of my mouth and shake my head. βNo way!β βAND youβve gotta do the face as well!β I sigh. I look at Ryan. That beautiful fucking face. Jesus. βOkay, okay!β I say, sighing. βJesus!β I suddenly feel really shy. I try to do the voice. βHey you guuuys!β I say, quietly. Ryanβs beaming. βDo the face!β But I canβt. I shake my head, feeling embarrassed but Iβm smiling too. βAwww!β Ryan says, almost like he thinks Iβm being cute or something. I look at him. And heβs giving me this look. And it feels like someoneβs pinched my heart. Fuck. He bites his lip as his eyes go down to my legs. And it feels like thereβs this weird tension. This atmosphere. Even more than before when we were sitting next to each other on his sofa. What the FUCK is happening? And then Ryanβs eyes suddenly veer away and he unlocks the door. βNext time youβre doing the face!β he says with a smirk. I roll my eyes, say goodbye and get out of the car.Β I barely think about anything but Ryan North for the rest of the night. 34 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
crushme99 Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 Magnificent. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shawn1978 Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 Damn, the suspense is killing me! The sexual tension between Ryan and Deano is so thick, right now, you can cut it with a knife!Β I like how they are becoming closer with each new chapter. And Loved the "Dom and Cole" reference, which made me think of"AJ and Noah." Nice surprise! Β 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscleaddict Posted June 28, 2020 Author Share Posted June 28, 2020 2 minutes ago, Shawn1978 said: Damn, the suspense is killing me! The sexual tension between Ryan and Deano is so thick, right now, you can cut it with a knife!Β I like how they are becoming closer with each new chapter. And Loved the "Dom and Cole" reference, which made me think of"AJ and Noah." Nice surprise! Β I had to get a Dom and Cole reference in there somewhere!Β 6 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
robotstuff Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 Is it me or is it getting hot in here? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 So when can we expect the kiss? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
muscleaddict Posted June 28, 2020 Author Share Posted June 28, 2020 1 hour ago, Ozymandias said: So when can we expect the kiss? Chapter 13Β is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DennisFLL Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 23 minutes ago, muscleaddict said: Chapter 13Β is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him. What?Β No way.Β MA's just playing with us again!Β 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandias Posted June 28, 2020 Share Posted June 28, 2020 1 hour ago, muscleaddict said: Chapter 13Β is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him. Ooh a love V I like it Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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