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He shrugged and followed you in, taking a seat at the table, which was covered in scattered paper. Opening your eyes, you jumped when you saw Ryan there.
You hopped up on the counter and sat for a few minutes before asking, “You still taking people in PRS?
You looked up at him and pulled his head down so he was eye level with you, murmuring, “That’s better.” “Ryan? “Af-After you left I tackled her into-into the floor.” You gasped, and Ryan was the only thing keeping you up as you doubled over from laughing. Calm down you two.” Ryan said, dragging you into the kitchen. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.
He pushed off the counter and leaned over you slightly. Ryan lifted his hand and traced your jaw with his finger. Glancing at you once, while behind Heather, he disappeared. At this, you and Heather started laughing anew, and you turned around to dry your eyes on Ryan’s shirt. “No wonder I’m not laughing.” You felt arms around you, and you tucked your arms between you and the body, resting them, and your head, on their chest. You heard a deep rumble from Ryan’s chest, and realized he was laughing, his arms tightening around you. He had a arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders, and the other behind his head. Getting to the kitchen, you saw Ryan standing by the stove. Turing around so you were face-to-face with his chest, he draped his arms around your shoulders. You muttered something that sounded close to ‘Fuck you.’ “That isn’t nice.” He frowned. You stood up on your tiptoes and gently slid your lips across his.
Even in 2010, most bisexual men choose to be discreet about their sexuality for a variety of reasons.
Your hand trembled slightly as you knocked on the door of your friend Heather’s town home. You were almost at the bottom when you slipped, the impact of your head hitting the wall and your body hitting the floor creating a thud that resonated up the stairs.
The only thing she’d really told you was that you’d be sharing it with two other people, her friends Ryan Buell and Sergey Poberezhny. The walls were the same white as the rest of the room, the bed was next to a window, there was a desk in the corner next to a closet. Ryan came around the corner wide-eyed as you lay on the ground. ” She squealed when she saw you sitting on the counter. ” You squealed just as loudly, jumping off the counter and embracing her.
That one’s mine.” He said, pointing to the one across form yours. As you got off the last step, he asked, “Are you okay? I hit my head off the wall and cracked my elbow, but it’s nothing new.” You sighed, wincing as you bent and unbent your elbow. ” “I’ll explain later.” You mumbled, walking into the kitchen. “Uh, I’m good, I got here about fifteen minutes ago, and no.” You smiled. He pretended to pout, and the proceeded to mock fight. You yawned, and felt someone’s presence next to you.
Let’s see if I can get down the stairs without making a fool of myself.” You thought.