The Other side

Ryan was ready. He had showered. His curly black hair was on the sexy side of tousled. His black t-shirt hugged him in all the right places and his grey sweatshorts were snug,stopping high on his brown thighs. Mason couldn't keep his hands off him when he wore these shorts. Ryan grinned,approving of his reflection in the mirror.

He finished tying up the laces on his Air Nike trainers and jogged downstairs to play FIFA with Jordan while he waited. Mason was supposed to pick him up and drive them to his place. Neither of their parents were home and they were taking advantage of the situation.

Ryan's hole clenched in anticipation. This was the third time he was bottoming, his second time with Mason. The first had been with his older cousin back in tenth grade,during a Thanksgiving weekend. He could still remember it clearly. Dylan's weight on top of him, between his spread legs,the sharp pain of Dylan pushing into him making his eyes burn and then the fullness. He remembered Dylan's whispered assurances with each thrust . Ryan had only gripped his shirt and tried not to gasp too loudly, unable to decide between shoving Dylan off or opening his legs wider.

It had hurt but he had given in when Dylan wanted to go again. They fucked four times that weekend. Ryan hadn't been able to sit without wincing.

He wasn't out as bisexual yet but he was thinking about it. Mason kept saying it was a bad idea but Ryan was tired of living a lie. He knew it would be difficult with him being on the soccer team, it might disturb them, but that was on the teammates who failed to deal with it. He knew coach would be okay with it .

He finished tying the laces on his Nikes and jogged downstairs where Jordan was playing FIFA. He was almost a permanent fixture in their house, just as much as Ryan was in his.

He looked cozy in a baggy shirt and sweats, his shaggy brown hair unkempt. He  took up most of the couch. He was a football player and looked like it, Ryan could see the muscles under the baggy clothing. He wondered,not for the first time,how it would feel to be pinned under his best friend.

He shook off the thought and joined Jordan at the couch.

"Mason not hear yet?"he asked, not taking his eyes off the tv.

 Jordan was the only person who knew about Ryan and Mason. Mason was the football captain, the school's poster boy. He had a reputation to uphold. Ryan knew he wouldn't give that up for him.

"No" Ryan replied,flopping onto the couch.

"He'll be here" Jordan said simply. He didn't talk a lot.

They played FIFA for  nearly twenty minutes before Ryan's phone let out a trill. It was from Mason. It was a selfie of him at his house, the whole football team except for Jordan behind him,a keg of beer among them. The message was clear , tonight was not happening .

Ryan let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back against the sofa.

"What's up?"

"Mason can't make it tonight "he replied. Jordan made a sympathetic face.

"That's gotta suck" he said.

Ryan closed his eyes,dragging a hand down his face. He had been craving it bad these past few days, he wanted to spread his legs, arch his back. He missed the burn, the aching fullness that came with being filled. He remembered the back of Mason's car. Ryan's shorts shoved down to his thighs, Mason's fingers hard on his hips, his cock even harder inside him.

He groaned,pressing the heel of his hand to his crotch.

"I wanted it so bad tonight" he groaned.

When he turned to look at Jordan,he was met with wide brown eyes and a flushed face .Ryan blinked, they'd never been shy around each other before.

"What?"he asked.

Jordan blinked, once,twice then frowned.

"Nothing" he said, a rough edge to his voice. He looked confused.

"Fuck" Ryan groaned, he'd been looking forward to this all week. It was going to be a way to release a lot of tension and now that tension had just built up. He was so horny it was stupid. Jordan was looking at him oddly.

Having Jordan beside him was not helping things. Ryan loved Jordan. To the point where he had refused to entertain any sexual fantasies of him. Jordan was straight and Ryan respected that. He did, he really really did.

He put his controller down and got up, positioning his shirt so it hid his boner . He wasn't that comfortable . He was turning towards the stairs when he Jordan grabbed his arm.

"Wait" he said, swallowing.