it's just a thing - interlude two
Taylor likes to think his mother raised him right: he respects women, he gets tested on a regular basis, he doesn't lead girls on; but tits are tits, and good ass is good ass. (Sorry, Mom, not that he'd ever talk about this with her.) The thing is, even though Ryan's seriously lacking in the tits department and his ass is nothing special, he's funny and not nearly as much of a jerk as he likes to believe. It's not like they're a thing - he still picks up where he can and he can admit Ryan's got some beauty moves of his own for the ladies - but when he just wants to get laid without worry, it's nice to have someone he can trust in his back pocket.
While Ryan's not the hottest person Taylor's ever slept with, he can admit that it's probably the best sex he's had. Apparently the ten extra years of experience does make a difference, because it's nothing like awkwardly fooling around with his buddies in Juniors, or trying to figure out how to get a girl off, and the fact that he can just relax and let Ryan hold the reins is pretty cool. After that first time, they settle into a sort of routine, and it's not like taking it up the ass makes him the girl or anything. It feels good - fucking awesome, in fact, and it's nothing he can get anywhere else - and Ryan's a bossy fucker at the best of times, so Taylor's pretty sure any attempts of his would just end in chirping. And while that can be fun, he's pretty sure in that situation it would be a total boner killer.
The thing is, now that Ryan's hurt his ankle, they have to get more creative. Doing it face-to-face had eventually gotten less weird, especially after Ryan realized that Taylor was flexible enough to hook his ankles over Ryan's shoulders - the burn in his thighs was totally worth blowing Ryan's mind - but now he actually has to do some of the work. He'd be more annoyed by it, but if nothing else it's probably good practice for the future.
Not that everything's about sex. Okay, usually it is, but they've got a nice thing going sometimes where Taylor can hang out and ignore Ryan's grumpy nattering and escape the love nest that his apartment turns into whenever Lauren's around, because while she's great and Ebs is the best, it's kind of nauseating when they get going. It's not that he's jealous, because he really isn't into the whole relationship thing, especially not when the whole number one draft pick thing gets him more tail than ever.
Taylor knows there's no way this arrangement between Ryan and him is going to last, which he's really okay with since that will definitely be for the best. But he's going to get what he can out of it while it does. It's both the smart and the practical thing to do.
part three
While Ryan's not the hottest person Taylor's ever slept with, he can admit that it's probably the best sex he's had. Apparently the ten extra years of experience does make a difference, because it's nothing like awkwardly fooling around with his buddies in Juniors, or trying to figure out how to get a girl off, and the fact that he can just relax and let Ryan hold the reins is pretty cool. After that first time, they settle into a sort of routine, and it's not like taking it up the ass makes him the girl or anything. It feels good - fucking awesome, in fact, and it's nothing he can get anywhere else - and Ryan's a bossy fucker at the best of times, so Taylor's pretty sure any attempts of his would just end in chirping. And while that can be fun, he's pretty sure in that situation it would be a total boner killer.
The thing is, now that Ryan's hurt his ankle, they have to get more creative. Doing it face-to-face had eventually gotten less weird, especially after Ryan realized that Taylor was flexible enough to hook his ankles over Ryan's shoulders - the burn in his thighs was totally worth blowing Ryan's mind - but now he actually has to do some of the work. He'd be more annoyed by it, but if nothing else it's probably good practice for the future.
Not that everything's about sex. Okay, usually it is, but they've got a nice thing going sometimes where Taylor can hang out and ignore Ryan's grumpy nattering and escape the love nest that his apartment turns into whenever Lauren's around, because while she's great and Ebs is the best, it's kind of nauseating when they get going. It's not that he's jealous, because he really isn't into the whole relationship thing, especially not when the whole number one draft pick thing gets him more tail than ever.
Taylor knows there's no way this arrangement between Ryan and him is going to last, which he's really okay with since that will definitely be for the best. But he's going to get what he can out of it while it does. It's both the smart and the practical thing to do.
part three