(Brendon)

"Being naked is natural." Ryan's teeth were tugging on the corner of his mouth as he said it.

Ryan finally invited me to his house. I don't know why he put it off for so long. Maybe because he didn't want me to remeet his parents. But they were both at work now. It was a nice house. Well at least the parts I saw. He rushed me to his room before I could get a good glance around. His room was plain. Black. Black bedspread. Black carpet. Black desk. Black dresser. Black chair. The only things that weren't black were his gray walls and his purple lamp.

We were hanging out on his black bed. Me, lying on my back with my hands resting behind my head. And Ryan was lying on his stomach with his head resting on my waist. His cheek was pressed against the zipper of my pants. Half his body was on the bed. But his legs were dangling off.

"I'm not comfortable being naked." I told him simply. Looking back up at his ceiling.

"Why not. It's just us in here."

"I'm still uncomfortable with it."

"Oh please." He clicked his tongue. I glanced down at him. "I've had your dick in my mouth. How is just seeing it again any different?"

My face was growing more heated with each word. Ryan could make the devil blush. "Can you just not say things like that?"

"Why not?" He lifted his head. Laughing a little. "It happened. I liked it. You liked it. What's wrong with talking about it?"

"It's dirty." I looked at the ceiling again. Knowing my shyness was just making him want to be more bold.

"It's sexy." He corrected. Lifting himself onto his hands and knees on the bed.

I turned my head to the side to completely ignore him. I heard a growling noise before feeling a tugging on the top of my pants. (Yes, I forgot to wear a belt today, it wasn't my fault. I woke up late.) My head snapped back around to look down at Ryan. Who was growling and biting around the top of my pants. I could feel my stomach coiling into a ball as I hardened. Why the heck was Ryan pretending to be a dog, sexy? It should have been weird.

"What in the world are you doing?" I asked in as low a voice as possible.

"I'm a doggy." He barked.

"I'm not playing this weird game with you, Ryan. Stop." He growled. Biting at my pants again. "Quit it, Ryan. It's weird. I'm uncomfortable with it."

"I'm a dog." He said again.

Proceeding to unbutton my pants with his mouth. Using his teeth to pull the zipper down and tug my pants lower. I bit the inside of my mouth to contain a whimper. This isn't sexy. This is weird. Pretending he was a freaking dog wasn't normal. Ryan was being a creep. A sexy creep.

"Ryan, this is weird." His teeth latched onto my briefs. Yanking them down easily. I groaned.

"I'm a dog." His tone was harsh. Primal. Animalistic. He growled again. Rubbing his nose agaisnt me.

I reached down to grab his hair and yank his head away from me. To tell him that beastiality roleplay games were sick. Really, I was going to do that. But then he opened his mouth. Taking me fully inside with the first bob of his head and I whimpered. Just like a little bitc- female dog.

In the end, I ended up petting the top of his hair. Coaxing him to continue what he was doing. I thrusted my hips up to meet his face and he growled again "Good boy." I whispered. Ryan groaned against me in approval. Dear God, I was going to hell for this.

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(Pete)

Patrick was having a nervous breakdown. It could have been because his boyfriend of years just walked in on him cheating and punched me in the nose. Or because he was caught cheating with a student and was going to lose his job. Or, and I think this one may be the kicker, he was about to fuck a minor and could be facing serious jail time. Either way, he deserved this freak out.

"What the hell am I going to do?" He paced the floor. Pulling on strands of his hair. "I'm getting broken up with. I'm getting fired. I'm going to jail. Do you know what they do to child molesters in prison?"

"I'm hardly a child. And if anything, you'll be charged with statutory rape. Not child molestation."

He glared over at me. "Shut the fuck up, Pete. Why didn't you lock the door?"

"I wasn't thinking."

"No. Of course not." He laughed nervously. "Because it's not your life on the line here. I'm so fucking stupid." He slammed his hand agaisnt a desk. Sending it sliding across the classroom floor. Falling to the side with a loud noise.

"Pat, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down?! My life is over and you're telling me to calm down?"

"Your life isn't over."

"I'm going to jail!"

"No you're not. We haven't even had sex. There's no proof of anything."

"I'll still lose my job! They don't need proof. Even allegations can end me."

"Do you really think Andy would do that to you? Wouldn't someone have come in here by now if he told?"

"Oh, God, Andy!" He dropped into the closest seat. Burying his face into his hands. "I've just lost the only man I ever loved."

I didn't let the words sting me as they wanted to. I took a deep breath and counted to ten in my head before sitting down in the seat beside his. I rested my hand on his forearm and he lifted his head to look up.

"You still have me." I said the words lightly.

"Oh shut up, Pete!" He brushed my hand off. Standing up and walking away from me.

"I'm serious!" I didn't get up from my seat. "I'm not going to leave you like Andy did. We'll get through this-"

He laughed dryly. "I don't have time for this." He walked towards the door.

"For what?" I stood up then. Quickly blocking his exit.

"To play this game with you. I have to go find Andy. "

"This is not a game. We are not a game."

He sighed. "Pete-"

The tone of his voice pissed me off. It was like the tone parents would use when telling their child the tooth fairy doesn't exist. It made me feel like a kid. And I wasn't a fucking kid. If he had something to tell me, we could discuss it like adults.

"Don't patronize me." I glared. "Just say what you need to say. No sugar coating. I'm not a kid, you can be honest." I pushed his shoulder in annoyance when I finished.

"Well, if you wanted honestly, that's all you had to say." I held my breath and braced myself for what I was sure would be negative feedback. "You're a kid, Pete. You're not even done with highschool. We could never have a serious relationship. The pure thought of it is ridiculous, and you know it. I was never planning on leaving Andy. This was just-"

"A game?" I repeated the word back to him harshly.

"An experiment. It wasn't anything serious. Come on, Pete." He rubbed his fingers against my cheek. "I can't even hold your hand in public. How did you expect us to be together in real life?"

I felt like I'd been shot. Like a literal shotgun bullet had just pierced right through my heart. But I wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him. Not even when I was alone. I was going to pretend it didn't bother me at all. Because that's just the kind of boy that I am.

"Okay." I shrugged. My insides burning with scorned hate.

"I'm sorry if that hurt your feelings-"

"I'm sorry if this experiment hurts your precious relationship. Or your job. Or your freedom." I snapped back.

His eyes widened. "Pete-"

"Why waste so much of my fucking time if it didn't mean anything? Why kiss me and flirt with me and say nice shit if you didn't mean it?"

I changed my mind. I couldn't pretend it didn't bother me. It bothered me more than anything ever had before. He'd used me. He made me love him and then tossed me to the side for fun. Love?! Where the fuck did that come from? Did I love him? God, I hope not.

"I- I don't know." His voice was quiet.

"I hate you."

He nodded sadly. "I figured you would."

"And I hope Andy tells everyone what he saw."

"Don't say tha-"

"Or I might just do it myself."

I turned away from him after making the empty threat. Opening the door and walking out. Don't cry, Pete. You're not a crier. Don't cry. I chanted to myself as I made a beeline for the exit.