m/m Deano's Summer: A Muscle University Story

[muscleaddict]

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!

 

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. 

[muscleaddict]

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 - I’m 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, “I want to speak to Ryan!” 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. 

And then I remember why Josh was with me in the first place. I’d text him because I’d 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 I’m doing now. It’s 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 “babe”. The two of them looking and smiling at each other. Ugh. At least I didn’t end up at that club again. Something in my subconscious must have stopped me after last time. 

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 Ryan’s profile when I got home back. And then - fuck - I was looking at Woody’s 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 that’s for the best. Maybe I actually did something sensible last night.

I don’t get out of bed until past noon. Joshua’s out. Dad’s not around. I lie in bed watching crap TV and feeling like shit. I could watch Ryan’s DVD. He said he wanted it back tomorrow. I told him I’d watch it by the end of the weekend. 

For some reason though, every time I think about Ryan, I feel kind of pissed off. Maybe I’m just pissed off at myself. For having those thoughts about him. For another fucking guy who’ll 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. I’ll leave it with my dad on reception tomorrow to give back to Ryan. I’ve got better fucking things to do than to watch a stupid kids film anyway. 

“You’re quiet this morning!” my dad says to me as we pull up in the usual spot outside the gym the next day.

“I’m fine,” I mumble as I undo my seat belt.

“Not still bloody hungover from Saturday?”

I groan. “No!” I say, annoyed.

“You made enough bloody noise coming home! I spoke to Steve by the way. He said he’ll stay and watch the show with you on Saturday after the expo.”

“Oh right!” I say, picking up my backpack from the floor of the car.

“OI!”

“What?!” 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. “Wanna go on the gym floor today?”

My stomach twists. “Can I do the Juice Bar all day?”

There’s less chance of seeing Ryan that way. My dad groans and shakes his head. “Bloody ‘ell. I can’t win with you!”

The Juice Bar is fucking dead and the time seems to drag. I check Facebook and Twitter and wonder what I’m missing out on by not checking Instagram. I wonder if Ryan’s DM’d me again. Maybe commented on any more of my pics. Or even posted anything new. And then I wonder if I’m 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 doesn’t like me watching stuff on my phone while I’m working. But there’s literally no one here. There’s been, like, two guys come into the bar the whole morning. 

I don’t really get what the fuss is about with this show. It’s just a bunch of weird geeky kids riding around on their bikes. It feels like the kind of thing fucking Henderson would like. He’ll 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 doesn’t know me very well? Something I might be embarrassed about? (Confused face emoji). 

Three dots appear as Nick replies. And then his message comes through.

Being friends with Tony Anderson?

I laugh at his text. And now I’m thinking about that conversation we had in the pub on Saturday. So Nick’s gonna be sharing with a gay guy next year? Which means he’d 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. 

I didn’t tell the lads that I got suspended from uni. I didn’t 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. “Where the fuck is everyone?”

I shrug. “That’s what happens when I put you behind the bar. Your face scares the customers off!”

I do a fake sarcastic laugh and roll my eyes. My dad looks at me and sighs. “Go on. You can go home!”

“Really?”

“We’re overstaffed. Go on - get yourself off. Go and see those twat mates of yours or something.”

I don’t argue. I pick up my backpack and head out. This is kind of perfect. I can leave Ryan’s DVD with whoever is sat on reception. I don’t 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 fuck’s sake. Doesn’t 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.

“Alright, Deano!”

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 I’m stood in front of him, I’m finding it kind of hard to feel angry.

I clutch the handle of my backpack tightly. “Not too bad.”

“Heavy night, Saturday?” 

I nod. “A bit!”

“Your mates seem cool!”

I pull a face. “They’re really not!”

He smiles. “You off for lunch?” he says, nodding at my backpack.

I shake my head. “Dad’s letting me go early. The gym’s dead!”

He does a slow nod. “SO …” he says, wide-eyed. “Did you watch it?!” he asks, an excited look on his face. On that stupidly handsome face. 

No, you stupidly good looking bastard. I didn’t 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. “Fuckin’ ELL!” He playfully shakes his head, smirking at me. “That’s the last time I lend you a DVD!”

“I’ve, erm ... got it with me if you want it back,” I mumble.

He looks at my backpack Then he looks at me, narrows his eyes at me and bites his lip. “So you’ve definitely finished work for the day?”

I nod, feeling confused.

Ryan rolls his tongue around the inside of his cheek. “Right! Come on!” he says, jerking his head to one side.

My chest tightens sharply. “What?”

But I think I know what.

“We’re going to mine, and we’re watching The Goonies!”

Yep. There it is. Fucking. Hell. 

“What - now?!”

“Yes, NOW!” he says. And then he grins at me. This big, mischievous (and achingly gorgeous) grin.

And before I know it, I’m following Ryan to his red Peugeot. Is this really happening? Am I really going round to Ryan fucking North’s house? I’m playing with the inside of my cheek with my tongue as I climb into his front seat. 

I do my seat belt up. And then I make eye contact with Ryan and he flashes me this grin. It’s 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 I’m smiling back at him. My insides are doing weird things.

Fucking. HELL.

“You’re not gonna spend the whole time doing Sloth impressions are you?” I ask, as he pulls away from the gym.

Ryan beams. He leans over to me. “Maaaaybe!” he says, in a silly voice, which makes me laugh. Why does he turn into this different person when he’s in this car? When it’s just the two of us?

God - his forearms look even hotter today, if that’s 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 he’s gonna wear.

“And I still want that fucking confession!” Ryan says.

I pull a face and roll my eyes. But I can’t seem to stop smirking. “I can’t think of anything!” I groan.

“Oh COME ON! There must be something. I’m secretly a massive nerd who can’t stop doing Sloth impressions. And yooou’re ...” he pulls a funny face, egging me on to finish the sentence. 

“A midget. Apparently!”

Ryan lets out a short, sharp laugh. “I did say JACKED midget. Don’t forget the jacked part!” 

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. It’s so fucking hot and sunny today. I think this might be my favourite day of the summer so far. 

Ryan turns down a street of Victorian terraced houses and parks the car. And now I’m 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 “RYAN NORTH PERSONAL TRAINING” 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 I’m panicking. Because it’s getting bigger. I take my backpack off my shoulder and hold it in front of my crotch. 

And now he’s 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 she’s actually inside? An image comes into my head. Ryan with his hand placed flat on Katie’s back in that pub on Saturday and I feel a stab in my stomach. I push the memory away.

“Do you live by yourself?” I ask, as we get to the door of his flat. Feeling way more fucking nervous than I should. Because it’s a perfectly normal question. 

“Yep!” he replies.

And now we’re in. I’m in Ryan North PT’s flat. Fuck.

“Want a beer?”

He seems a little awkward.

“Erm …” I pull a face.

“Still feeling delicate from Saturday?” he teases, with a cheeky smirk.

I smirk and shake my head. “Fuck it - gimme one!” 

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. He’s shredded and bronzed and cranking out a most muscular with a big trophy placed on the floor next to him. And he’s wearing Union Jack patterned posing trunks. Jesus. They’re tacky as fuck. And yet - even though I don’t know Ryan that well - it just seems right that he’d be wearing Union Jack posing trunks. It feels like a Ryan thing to do I guess. His hair is different in the picture too. It’s styled into a big, crazy mohawk. I roll my tongue around the inside of my cheek, smirk and shake my head. 

There’s also a black and white picture of a woman. She’s pretty stunning. I presume it’s his mum. I imagine they’re quite close if he’s got a framed picture of her on display. Something twists in my stomach at that thought.

There’s no pictures of Katie. Huh - I feel oddly smug about that fact. I move on to an absurdly huge collection of DVD’s. There’s about six shelves from top to bottom full of them. A bunch of them don’t even look English. I lean in and try to work out what they are. Some Chinese or Japanese animation stuff. Ryan comes in with two cans of beer and hands me one.

“You really ARE a fucking nerd!” 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. “Erm …” I pick one up and look at Ryan, my face playfully screwed up in disapproval. 

Ryan laughs. “Put Dom down next to Cole and come and watch the film!”

I shake my head. “I don’t even wanna KNOW who they are!”

I sit down on Ryan’s sofa as he loads up the DVD. He comes over. This sort of part giddy, part nervous smile on his face. And fuck - now he’s 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. 

I don’t know if it’s my imagination but, now that Ryan’s sat next to me, it sort of feels like there’s 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?

I’m kind of relieved Ryan offered me a drink now. The beer’s definitely helping my nerves right now.

“I know EVERY word to this film!” Ryan proudly says.

I turn my head and shoot him a look, with one eyebrow raised. I feel like making a joke. “It’s a good job you look the way you do.” But I don’t. It just feels too … brave, I guess. To comment on his looks.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never watched it!” Ryan says.

I smirk and roll my eyes.

“What did you DO as a kid?”

“Erm. Mostly played XBox with Josh!” I say, with a shrug.

Ryan smiles at me. “I keep forgetting you have a brother.”

I take a swig of my beer.

“Does he look like you and your Dad?”

“No!” I scoff. “He’s six foot for a start!”

Ryan looks at me with his mouth open. “Noooo! HOW?!”

I smirk and shrug.

“Is your brother a bodybuilder?”

“Yep. Well … he hasn’t competed in a few years. He’s not really into it like me and dad are.”

Ryan smiles and nods. “So is there, like … this big sibling rivalry between you two? With you being the golden boy?”

I choke on the swig of my beer I’ve just taken and Ryan laughs. I’m wiping my chin and looking at him in disbelief. “JOSH is the fucking golden boy!”

Ryan’s just glaring at me with a sceptical look on his face.

“I’m telling you!”

“But you’re like ... “ 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 Ryan’s about to say.

“Future 212 pro bodybuilder!” he exclaims. “Muscle University student. Mini Deano. The apple of daddy’s eye!”

I shake my head, but I’m smirking too. He has no fucking idea what he’s talking about. “Trust me. Josh is the favourite!” I tell him firmly. 

“I don’t believe that for a minute!” Ryan exclaims. “Deano - I told you last week. Your dad literally talks about you ALL the time!”

I roll my eyes and go back to the film. 

“Do you know he even mentioned you in my interview? He told me all about you.”

I pull a face and shrug. “It’s just ‘cause I’ve done well in competitions.”

“Okay! But he’s barely said anything to me about your brother. He’s mentioned him, like, once.”

I swallow hard and carry on watching the film. “Josh is DEFINITELY the favourite!”

I look at Ryan. He shrugs and pulls a face like he’ll drop the subject but clearly still doesn’t 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. 

“You know I kinda wanted to stay out with you guys on Saturday!” Ryan says with a smirk as he comes back with my drink.

“Really?!” I say pulling a face and taking the bottle from him.

I don’t know why Ryan would wanna hang out with me, Nick and Tone.

“Probably best I didn’t!” he says, sitting back down with a sigh.

I look at him confused. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, like he’s regretting saying anything. I have a feeling I know what he’s 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. 

“Katie seemed nice,” I say, looking straight at the TV and not at Ryan. My voice sounds weird. Fuck. Why does my voice sound weird? Like I’m not being genuine. 

“She liked you too!” he says. I look over at him and he’s giving me this little smile.

I don’t know what my face is doing, but I clearly don’t look convinced. 

“Why do you look so surprised?” he asks, smirking.

Erm, how about - because most people meet me and just think I’m a loud-mouthed twat faced prick? I just shrug and take a swig of my beer.

“How long have you guys been together?” 

My stomach tightens. Even though I asked, I suddenly don’t want to know the answer to that question. 

“About four months,” 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. 

I suddenly remember what Katie said on Saturday after seeing Ryan in his posing trunks. That “once was enough, thanks”. 

I can’t resist. 

“What does she think of your Union Jack posing trunks?” I ask, completely failing to suppress a smirk.

Ryan side-eyes me. But he’s fucking smirking too. He bites his lip and shakes his head.

I turn to face the TV. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m suddenly feeling fearless. “Doesn’t she approve?”

“Katie doesn’t approve of ANY posing trunks, mate!”

I turn to look at him. I can tell by his face that he’s being serious. 

Something pulls in my chest. I pull a face. “What - does she expect you to get up on stage naked or something?”

This big, warm smile spreads across Ryan’s face, but he doesn’t respond.

“Wait - she’s okay with you being a bodybuilder, right?”

Ryan pulls a face. What the fuck? How can anyone be going out with a bodybuilder and have a fucking problem with it? 

“Oh, she definitely gets off on the fact I’m big!”

My stomach clenches. I suddenly feel a sharp disdain for this person. Who I only met once. 

He sighs. “Katie really cares what people think. Her friends. Her family. Her parents are SO posh!”

What the hell? My chest feels tight. I’m suddenly starting to feel wound up.

“She’s never said it, but ... I think sometimes she’s worried about what they think about the bodybuilding stuff!”

I screw up my face. I feel this anger rising up in my chest.

“What - so she’s, like, embarrassed?”

Ryan sighs. “It’s more the … extreme side of it, I guess. The competing. The tan. The shiny posing trunks.”

“Well she shouldn’t be going out with a bodybuilder then!”

Fuck. I can't believe I just said that.

Ryan’s biting his lip. I can’t work out his expression. 

“Sorry!” I say, suddenly feeling like a massive fucking twat.

And now he’s smirking. I can’t believe he’s bloody smiling. “Blimey. You Watkins lads aren’t afraid to say what’s on your mind are you?”

I pull a face and shrug. I still feel like a bit of a twat. But I don’t regret saying what I just said. Weirdly I don’t 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 wouldn’t be embarrassed. Far from it. I’d be proud (SO fucking proud) to be going out with a guy who was as good of a bodybuilder as he is. And one who’s as hot he is. And funny. And goofy. And as secretly nerdy.

“Just … I think I’d struggle,” I tell him. “To go out with someone who ... you know, didn’t get the bodybuilding thing.”

Ryan bites his lip and gives me this look. Like, I don’t know, maybe he approves of what I’m saying.

“It’s just … well, bodybuilding is my fucking life!”

He smiles at me. This warm, approving smile. Like I just said something he really liked. And wow - now there’s this atmosphere all of a sudden.

“I know what you’re saying,” he says, giving me this look. Then he shakes his head. “Anyway, I should be the one saying sorry!”

I look at him, confused. 

“You don’t wanna hear about my girlfriend drama!” he says, looking straight at the TV again. He suddenly looks bothered by something. I don’t know what to say. 

We go back to the film. I feel funny. But it’s a good kind of funny. My chest is expanding. I feel lighter somehow. It feels like something just happened between me and Ryan. I don’t 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. “Truffle shuffle!” he exclaims.

I look at him wide-eyed, like he’s the biggest fucking geek in the world. But I’m smirking too.

“Okay - how can YOU do that?” 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. “You don’t believe I can do the Truffle Shuffle?!”

“You’ve got, like, five per cent body fat!”

Ryan huffs loudly and jumps up. Then he lifts up his t-shirt and holy fucking abs! And now I’m 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. It’s so fucking funny. I feel kind of embarrassed but I’m laughing too. I can’t fucking help it. 

I don’t say anything in response. I’m just shaking my head. And Ryan’s 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 I’m the only one feeling it.

“I’ll give you five hundred quid if you do that on stage on Saturday!”

Ryan laughs. “Fucking deal!”

I roll my eyes and smirk back. And now he’s just looking at me. Smirking back and biting his lip. And there’s 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 big insanely sexy nerd whose abs I can’t stop picturing for the rest of the film. Whose shredded blocky, perfect fucking abs are now embedded in my memory. 

Later on and Ryan’s pulling up outside my house in his car. He’s looking out of the window, having a good look at the house his boss and his mini me son lives in.

“Right!” he says, locking the doors of the car. I look at him confused. “You’re not getting out of this car until you confess something!”

I groan and throw my head back.

“Come on. It’s not that hard! Just tell me something about you that would surprise me. Something you’re embarrassed about.”

“I’m mates with a guy who does the Truffle Shuffle and impressions of Sloth from The Goonies!”

Ryan laughs. Then he looks at me with his eyes widen, biting his lip. “Come on. You know you wanna …” he says, doing that thing where he leans into me.

I sigh loudly. 

“Tell me a secret, Deano Watkins!” 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 that’s for #ConfessionOfAJackedMidget?

I look straight ahead, out the front window of Ryan’s car, trying to wrack my brains for something to say. “I …” I pause and sigh, not knowing what the hell to say. Ryan gives me a look for me to carry on. 

I groan. “I … got suspended from uni!”

Fuck. As soon as the words leave my mouth I regret them. My chest is tightening.

“Bloody hell!” 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.

“Sorry!” I say, shaking my head. “I know you meant, like, a jokey thing! I just couldn’t think of anything,” I say, looking at the dashboard and feeling like an absolute fucking TWAT.

“Well … it was a confession!” 

I look at him and he’s giving me this kind smile. Like he’s not really judging me. “When did this happen?”

I clear my throat. “A few days before Easter!” 

He pouts and nods. “What did you do?”

Fucking hell. My chest tightens. My stomach clenches. I shrug and sigh. “Something … stupid!”

And shitty. Something really, really shitty. Ryan’s just looking at me, like he genuinely wants to know. Like he’s actually interested. Or is he just humouring me? Is he wishing he’d never asked? I can’t believe I’m telling him this.

I clear my throat and shake my head. Then I talk as if what happened wasn’t that much of a big deal. “There’s this … guy I don’t get on with. We’re always, sort of, saying stuff to each other. And …” I shake my head and roll my eyes, “I posted something on the uni Facebook page about him which I shouldn’t have. The teachers saw it and …” and then I stop and shrug.

Ryan looks at me and pulls an eeek face. But he still doesn’t seem like he’s judging me. 

“What did your dad say?”

I shake my head. “Fucking BOLLOCKED me!”

Why is it so easy to talk to Ryan? He smiles at me. “Hmmm. My nerd secret feels kinda tame now!”

I smile back at him and bite my lip.

“Do you wish you hadn’t done it?” he asks.

My chest feels heavy all of a sudden. “Yeah!” I say, nodding, not looking at him.

“I mean … we’ve all done stuff we wish we hadn’t!”

But not what I did. Only a fucking twat would have done what I did. I chew the inside of my mouth and nod. 

“Okay - ONE more thing before I let you out!” Ryan says, the mood suddenly lightened. I look at him puzzled.

“You’re not leaving this car until …”

I’ve rammed my tongue down your fucking throat.

“... you do a Sloth impression!”

“FUCK OFF!” I say, shaking my head and smiling.

“Come on! Just one teenie tiny impression. Hey you guuuys!”

I roll my tongue around the inside of my mouth and shake my head. “No way!”

“AND you’ve gotta do the face as well!”

I sigh. I look at Ryan. That beautiful fucking face. Jesus.

“Okay, okay!” I say, sighing. “Jesus!” I suddenly feel really shy. I try to do the voice. “Hey you guuuys!” I say, quietly.

Ryan’s beaming. “Do the face!”

But I can’t. I shake my head, feeling embarrassed but I’m smiling too.

“Awww!” Ryan says, almost like he thinks I’m being cute or something. I look at him. And he’s giving me this look. And it feels like someone’s pinched my heart. Fuck. He bites his lip as his eyes go down to my legs. And it feels like there’s 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 Ryan’s eyes suddenly veer away and he unlocks the door. “Next time you’re doing the face!” he says with a smirk. I roll my eyes, say goodbye and get out of the car. 

I barely think about anything but Ryan North for the rest of the night.

[crushme99]

Magnificent.

[Shawn1978]

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! 

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!

 

[muscleaddict]

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! 

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!

 

I had to get a Dom and Cole reference in there somewhere! 

[robotstuff]

Is it me or is it getting hot in here?

[Ozymandias]

So when can we expect the kiss?

[muscleaddict]

1 hour ago, Ozymandias said:

So when can we expect the kiss?

Chapter 13 is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him.

[DennisFLL]

23 minutes ago, muscleaddict said:

Chapter 13 is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him.

What?  No way.  MA's just playing with us again! 

[Ozymandias]

1 hour ago, muscleaddict said:

Chapter 13 is when Tony confesses his secret undying love for Deano and kisses him.

Ooh a love V I like it