I write?
I decided to try my hand at writing slash. Ryden, of course. What else? Hahaha.
I don't know if I like it or not, but, here it is.
Title: Something More
Author: Me.
trippineyes
Rating: Um... PG-13?
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Ryan
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except these words. Unfortunately. :|
Stop.
Relax.
Breathe.
Repeat.
You never meant for this to happen. You were drunk. But isn’t this how all these things begin? You were wasted. He pulled you into his crowded apartment. He asked, Would you like something to drink? Stupid question. You were shitfaced. Of course you wanted something to drink. A bottle of red wine, burgundy, dark and swirling in your glass. Dizzy and wanting something, something more than your life as it was could ever give you. He stared at your throat, your chest, your legs from across the room, leading you on. But of course, of course, you never could have known how good of an actor he was.
Stop.
Smile.
Stare.
Repeat.
He was so charming, so suave, you had to love him. You got lost in his deep brown eyes. His dark, messy hair. His mesmerizing demeanor. A little voice in the back of your head gives you a warning. You ignore it. Of course. He stands up, advances towards you. You back up, like a trapped animal, into the bedroom, knowing what was going to happen next. A hand crawling up your shirt; his hand. The wine glasses forgotten, he takes off his own shirt and slides his hands past your belt buckle, past the waistband of your skin-tight jeans. The next thing you know, you’re both naked, he’s on top of you, your breath meeting his and blending together in the stuffy air of his claustrophobic apartment.
Stop.
Sin.
Lust.
Repeat.
His lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, moving around, searching for something. Something more. Oh, this is all too familiar, isn’t it? Your hands pressed on his back, his hands groping for your bony hips. And then, he’s inside you. The alcohol in your blood, in your brain, it pushes you along, always wanting him. Only him. You and this boy are the only ones in the world. The night belongs to you. Lust tears at your heart, rips it to shreds. Your bodies one single entity. There is nothing more than this. And as suddenly as it started, it’s over.
Stop.
Rest.
Calculate.
Repeat.
You know what you have to do. Heart racing, you piece together your outfit again. Cast one last backwards glance at the boy that will break your heart at least three more times before the year is over. But of course, of course, you never could have known that. Silently you creep out of that cramped apartment. As you walk down the quiet streets, the streetlights bright and glaring, you know you never should have... But what good does it do you now? You know he’ll sleep soundly tonight. He knows he’ll tear you apart, and loves it. Heartless and cruel. But you love him just the same. It looks like it’s going to be one of those sleepless nights again.
Stop.
Cry.
Give up.
End.
I don't know if I like it or not, but, here it is.
Title: Something More
Author: Me.
trippineyes
Rating: Um... PG-13?
Pairing: Ryden
POV: Ryan
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except these words. Unfortunately. :|
Stop.
Relax.
Breathe.
Repeat.
You never meant for this to happen. You were drunk. But isn’t this how all these things begin? You were wasted. He pulled you into his crowded apartment. He asked, Would you like something to drink? Stupid question. You were shitfaced. Of course you wanted something to drink. A bottle of red wine, burgundy, dark and swirling in your glass. Dizzy and wanting something, something more than your life as it was could ever give you. He stared at your throat, your chest, your legs from across the room, leading you on. But of course, of course, you never could have known how good of an actor he was.
Stop.
Smile.
Stare.
Repeat.
He was so charming, so suave, you had to love him. You got lost in his deep brown eyes. His dark, messy hair. His mesmerizing demeanor. A little voice in the back of your head gives you a warning. You ignore it. Of course. He stands up, advances towards you. You back up, like a trapped animal, into the bedroom, knowing what was going to happen next. A hand crawling up your shirt; his hand. The wine glasses forgotten, he takes off his own shirt and slides his hands past your belt buckle, past the waistband of your skin-tight jeans. The next thing you know, you’re both naked, he’s on top of you, your breath meeting his and blending together in the stuffy air of his claustrophobic apartment.
Stop.
Sin.
Lust.
Repeat.
His lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, moving around, searching for something. Something more. Oh, this is all too familiar, isn’t it? Your hands pressed on his back, his hands groping for your bony hips. And then, he’s inside you. The alcohol in your blood, in your brain, it pushes you along, always wanting him. Only him. You and this boy are the only ones in the world. The night belongs to you. Lust tears at your heart, rips it to shreds. Your bodies one single entity. There is nothing more than this. And as suddenly as it started, it’s over.
Stop.
Rest.
Calculate.
Repeat.
You know what you have to do. Heart racing, you piece together your outfit again. Cast one last backwards glance at the boy that will break your heart at least three more times before the year is over. But of course, of course, you never could have known that. Silently you creep out of that cramped apartment. As you walk down the quiet streets, the streetlights bright and glaring, you know you never should have... But what good does it do you now? You know he’ll sleep soundly tonight. He knows he’ll tear you apart, and loves it. Heartless and cruel. But you love him just the same. It looks like it’s going to be one of those sleepless nights again.
Stop.
Cry.
Give up.
End.