(Brendon)

We were lying in a bed of sweat and sin. More so the former than the latter. My body was so pleasantly sore that it was tiring to even move my legs. Not that I would want to move. I was content just the way I was. Lying on my stomach with Ryan's legs and arms wrapped around me. It was a peaceful time. The only thing I could hear was Ryan's breathing and the distant sound of cars driving past.

But my brain was working into overdrive. One part of me was happy. Extremely so. I came here and did exactly what I wanted to do. Lose my virginity to the person I was in love with. The other part of me - the Christian side - wanted to ball up in a corner and cry. There was no way I wasn't going to hell for this. Not only had I just participated in premarital sex, I participated in gay premarital sex.

"What are you thinking?" Ryan whispered.

"We're going to hell." He was probably expecting something a little more romantic. Oh well.

"You're kidding right?" He shifted away from me.

"No." I said sternly. Turning my head to look at him. "We just sinned big time.

"That might have been a sin." He ran his hand down my bare back. "But your body is a blessing."

"Ryan!" I pushed him away and turned to rest on my side. I didn't really want to risk lying on my back just yet.

"I'm for real. I think you did a good thing today."

"Of course you'd think that."

"I'm not talking about just sexually." He smiled.

"You're not?"

"No. You made a believer out of me today."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I didn't know why, but I felt myself getting happier.

"I think I might believe in God now."

"Shut up!" I mushed him softly. "Are you serious?"

"Uh, yeah." His smile slowly became more of a smirk. "Because I'm pretty sure I saw Jesus when I came." He burst out laughing at the outraged expression on my face.

"I'm serious." I pushed his shoulder, almost making him fall off the bed.

"Okay. Okay." It took a second for him to stop laughing. "I'll be serious for a second."

"Sure you will."

"Look, maybe God is real. Maybe he isn't. Who knows? Say your prayers but let the good times role. You know, in case god doesn't show."

"That's... That actually really insightful."

"Hell yeah, it is." He ran his hands though his hair.

My eyes followed his hand's movement. Landing on his wrist. The bandages were gone and the cut was healing by itself now. Worry filled me. If I was gone, who was going to stop Ryan from making the same mistake twice? Who was going to save him? Take care of him?

"Can you promise me something?"

"Ah, you buttered me up with sex because you wanted a favor. I should have known."

"I'm serious." I took a deep breath. "Can you promise me that you won't ever do that again?" I reached out to stoke the red mark with my hand.

Ryan's eyes locked on his wrist. And then his eyes connected with mine. Staring so intently that I was sure he was looking into my soul. "I promise."

Before I could gush about how happy that made me, I was interrupted by someone banging on Ryan's front door. Ryan shrugged and sat up in the bed.

"Brendon!" We both froze at the sound of Pete's voice. "Open up! We have to hurry!"

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(Pete)

I woke up to the feeling of someone's lips pressing kisses along my jawline. Of course I knew that someone was Patrick, but I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to wake up yet. To be honest, I didn't even remember going to sleep. The last thing I remember was Patrick and I arguing over who could fit the most cheese puffs in their mouth. He won.

But this, this was way better than chugging down chips.

Patrick's fingers ran through my hair before his hand traveled down my neck and past my chest. I instinctively sucked in my stomach when the pads of his fingers danced along the skin of my lower abdomen.

"Hello to you too."

I tried to keep my voice from breaking. Which was hard to do when someone who looked like Patrick had their hand a few inches away from your dick.

"Hey." I felt him mumble the word against my chin.

"I- um. So what are you doing?"

He chuckled. "Nothing."

"Sure as hell doesn't feel like nothing."

"What does it feel like then?"

Before I could answer, his soft hand was circling around me. Making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I could already tell that I wasn't going to last long. My body was pounding with weeks worth of pent up sexual tension.

Patrick lifted himself up. Stretching his leg over me so that he was straddling my waist. He pushed down only far enough to rub my tip against his ass. He leaned forward. Leaving our faces only inches apart. My lips were pressed so tightly together that his lips touching against mine was barely felt. He rubbed against me again. But still not hard enough to actually do anything for me.

"P- Patrick just." My teeth were clenched hard enough to cause permanent damage. "Just sit down." I grabbed his hips in my hands.

"No. Not yet."

He pulled away more. It was like I was being tortured. Like this was some fucked up game for him. See how far I can tease Pete before he spontaneously combusts and dies. Well, I wasn't playing.

My hands tightened on his sides. Gripped just hard enough for him not to be able to pull away. And then, with all the strength left in me, I yanked his body down. At the same time I thrusted my hips upward. There was no slow entrance. In one swift move I was completely inside of him. The skin on his ass was smashed onto the skin of my thighs.

Patrick let out a pathetic whimper. His forehead bumped against mine at the same time his arms wrapped around my neck. I adjusted in the seat to make more room for him to move. But he didn't. He laid on top of me taking deep, measured breaths.

I started to feel a bit guilty about the way I did that. Maybe I should have gone slower. I'd been on the other end of this before so I knew how he felt. My hand reached up to rub comforting circles on his back.

"You okay?" I nudged my forehead against his.

"Yeah." He exhaled loudly. "Just give me a second."

"Take all the time you want."

But he didn't take any time at all. As soon as I was done with the sentence, Patrick was moving. He lifted himself up slowly. Pulling my dick out of him inch by inch. And when only the head remained, he slammed back down onto me. It was my turn to whimper like a little bitch.

Patrick didn't let any sounds that slipped from me slow him down. He bounced up and down at a toe curling pace. There was nothing I could do but stare up at him and try to hold off from finishing too quickly. I didn't want him to think my stamina was weak just because I was younger.

His arms slid away from my neck. His hands tried to grip at my back. I could feel his fingernails digging into my skin. A dark part of me wanted him to scratch harder. Wanted him to leave lines of broken skin and blood on my back. Something I could be proud of. Like war wounds.

Patrick's pace quickened. And the sweet sound of skin slapping skin became louder in the car. I buried my face into his neck in a weak attempt to silence my moans. Though it wasn't like someone would be around to hear us.

As Patrick's finger scratched at my back, I found myself sucking onto his skin. If he wasn't going to leave a mark then damn it, I was! I was going to leave a hickey so big and so dark he would have to wear turtlenecks for weeks.

"I'm coming!" His dirty moan sent shivers down my spine.

"That makes two of us."

And as badly as I wanted to, I couldn't wait for him to finish first. I ripped my mouth away from his neck and tossed my head back. Screaming out the name of a god that I didn't even believe in. It almost felt like a religious experience. Nothing felt better than emptying yourself into the body of someone that you loved. Nothing!

Patrick was only moments behind. He shrieked my name before both of our stomachs were covered in warmth. I was positive that I could die happy now.

We laid there in out own filth for a ridiculous amount of time before Patrick finally lifted himself up. He flipped himself onto the seat next to me.

"I just committed a felony."

Totally mood killer. "It's okay. I won't tell."

His following laughter was dark and throaty. So different from his normal laugh. "Do you want to rinse off in the water?"

The freezing cold, salty water that felt like death? "No thanks."

"Let's go."

"Ugh! Fine."

He grabbed the handle and pushed his door open. I groaned and followed him out of the warm car. He bent down to shuffle through his sandy clothes. My eyes automatically landing on his ass of course.

His previously pale cheeks were now a bright pink. Because of me. I owned that ass. It was mine now. Every part of him was mine.

"Is that your phone?" Patrick shuffled through my clothes now. Holding the ringing iPhone out to me.

I grabbed it from him. Answering it without looking at the number.

"Hello?"

"Peter?"

"Mom?" I frowned and Patrick's eyes widened.

"Pete." She sounded relieved to hear my voice. "You and Brendon need to get to the hospital right now!"

"Hospital?" I felt my stomach drop. "Why do we need to go? What happened to you?"

"I-It's your father. He had a heart attack."