Freaky Shit

Chapter 9: JockxNerd (bxb)

Justin was a popular kid, when he was only a sophomore he became the jaguars star quarterback. But,

now a senior, he'd never had a girlfriend. No future trophy wife cheerleader had even caught his

attention. Hell, for all everyone knew he could still be a virgin. He'd actually gotten that question before.

He found it funny. Of course he'd done it before. He'd had plenty of sex. Hot, kinky, gay, sex. So no, he

wasn't a virgin, but he didn't exactly go around telling everyone he'd both taken and given it up the ass

(we love a switch). He couldn't.

Ryland on the other hand wasn't popular and he didn't play any sports. He was one of those cool art

kids. Cool enough that he wasn't bullied by the high school royalty, but not cool enough to be in their

click. He had his own small group of friends, but he mostly hung out with Ava his best friend. He, unlike

Justin, told Ava all about his first time. And his second. And third. And, well, every time after that. He'd

never been shy about his sexuality. Until...

"Partners?" Ryland scoffs while Justin stares at their teacher dumbfounded. "Mrs. Stevens, I don't think

you understand the delicate social balances we've got going here. There's no way-"

"You partners Ryland, non negotiable." Stevens cuts him off and gives him the look.

"But-" Ryland's about to argue when Justin cuts him off,

"It's cool." He says. 'What the fu-? No. How can he look so calm when he just fucking derailed our life's

from all societal norms?' Ryland thinks, scrunching up his brows. Cutely, Justin would have said.

"It's a week long project Ryland, stop acting like it's the end of the world." Stevens says, obviously done

with their shit.

"Whatev-"

"Leave Ryland, before I give you detention for the rest of the year." Mrs. Stevens shoo's the boys away.

"Can't even get a fucking word in." Ryland mumbles as they walk down the halls.

"Hey, we can uh- work at my house tonight," Justin says, rubbing the back of his neck, "my parents

aren't around so.."

'Oh my god, is he. NERVOUS?! Ohmygod he is.' Ryland thinks, almost laughing.

"Yeah sure what time?" He asks.

"Well I could just, drive you back to my house now." Justin mumbled, tugging at his hoodie string.

"Oh," Ryland squeaked, shockers "y-yeah sure, just let me grab my stuff." He moves in front of his

locker and fumbles around the lock."

"Oh, yeah no- that's cool." Justin says leading Ryland towards the front doors. The boys slide into the

car immediately sinking into an awkward silence. Ryland clears his throat and puts his arm on the

center console of Justin's incredibly clean car how is it this organized? Justin's hand bushes against

Rylands as he goes to shift gears.

"Oh i'm, s-shit sorry,"

"No i'm, it's alright just HEY eyes on the road!"

"Shit, i'm-"

"Oh my god we're totally gonna die." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's alright don't worry, we're here. Jesus."

"Fuck"

The boys made it to Justin's house without dying and hauled there stuff into Justin's room.

After settling down and attempting to work on their History project for a good solid hour the boys

needed a break. They were tired, stressed, and possibly brain dead.

"Hey," Justin said getting Rylands attention. He looked up, his brown hair falling into his eyes. 'God he's

so cute' Justin though.

"Mm?" Ryland mumbled.

"You want a beer?" Justin asked, moving his stuff of off his lap so he could get up. Though he planned

on getting more than just 'a beer'.

"Oh uh, sure." Ryland responded moving his stuff of off his lap too.

"This cool?" Justin asked coming back into the room holding two bottles of whiskey.

"Yeah, cool." Ryland said trying not to freak out. He'd never had any alcohol in his life, and they were

both underage.

"Cool." Justin handed Ryland one of the bottles.

After each cracking open their bottles and downing most of them Ryland felt himself getting tipsy.

"Woah" he breathed. Soon he was bursting with giggles. "I think i'm drunk."

"Light weight," Justin laughed, "your not even halfway done."

"Oh god, if I drink this whole thing who knows what i'd do." Ryland ran his hand through his hair. He

could feel Justin's eyes on him.

"I want to see what you'd do when your wasted." He leaned forwards and pushed Rylands bottle out of

their way.

"Ry" He whispered.

"Justin" Ryland leaned backwards, moving books from behind him.

"I want you." Justin moved closer.

"You're drunk." Ryland leaned away.

"I want to feel you." Justin moved so he was almost completely on top of Ryland.

"You're-you're wasted" Rylands expression faltered. He could feel the heat coming of off Justin's body.

"I want you to kiss me." Justin stayed where he was. He wouldn't, couldn't, force Ryland into this. He

just hoped he was as into him as he was. Ryland took in a breathe and leaned up so his face was

centimeters away from Justin's. They both waited noses brushing against each other gently.

"Kiss me." Justin whispered. Ryland pushes his lips against Justin's slowly. He took in his scent and his

warmth. Justin wrapped his hand around the back of Ryland's head and gently lowered him to the

ground, climbing on top of him. Ryland bit at Justin's lip and tugged at the end of Justin's shirt.

"Off." He panted hungrily.

"Feisty, are we princess." Justin laughed, pulling his shirt over his head. Ryland rolled his eyes and

wrapped his hands around the back of Justin's neck, pulling him down for another hot kiss. Justin

grabbed his wrists and using one hand pinned them above his head. Ryland moaned as Justin's

sucked and bit at his neck. He used his free hand to pull his shirt up and off. He placed open mouthed

kisses down Ryland's stomach, working his way closer to the edge of his jeans. Ryland whined as

Justin pulled his zipper down slowly. He struggled with one hand but eventually let Ryland's wrists go to

pull of his pants. Ryland's hands made his way down to Justin's back as he licked above the waistband

of his boxers. He whined as Justin's hand ghosted over his dick, hard as ever and still trapped in his

briefs.

"Please, I-i i need you to unh~" Ryland panted.

"Shh, baby I know." Justin said pulling out his cock and stroking it. "God, your already so wet for me

baby boy." Justin let go of his erection and ran his finger from the base of Ryland's dick to his hole. He

circled it once before pushing his finger in.

Ryland whined, shutting his eyes tightly. Justin pulled of his pants and boxers, inserting another finger.

Ryland groaned and arched his back a little. Justin scissored his fingers, trying to prepare Ryland for

him as quickly as he could. Once Ryland had settled on his fingers and was even rocking back trying to

get them deeper, Justin pulled them out but quickly replaced them with the head of his cock. He placed

him self at Ryland's entrance and looked to him for approval. He felt huge but Ry needed something to

get him off. He nodded and whined as Justin pushed himself in. He was only halfway but he let Ry

adjust. When Ryland's face was no longer scrunched up Justin slammed in the rest of his cock. Ryland

yelped and moaned as Justin found his prostate. He moved in and out, slowly finding a rhythm and

continuously slamming into Ry's g spot.

"S-shit Daddy." Ryland moaned, dragging his nails along Justin's back.

"Fuck Kitten." Justin groaned.

"T- aah t-touch me D-daddy," Ryland whined. Justin moved one of his hands from his tight grip on Ry's

waist and stoked his cock. Ryland let out a chocked sob as Justin slammed into him harder and faster.

"F-feels so, aah~ s-so good Daddy." Ryland moaned, feeling his climax near.

"Shit, Kitten, I'm gonna come." Justin groaned.

"M-me to- Aaahh" Ryland moaned as his orgasm washed over him. His chest and stomach were

covered in come but he was to distracted by the incredible sight before him. Justin pulled out of him

and was stroking himself through his high. He came all over his stomach and the floor, panting. He sat

back and offered Ryland a hand, pulling him over to sit in his lap.

"Daddy huh?" He asks teasingly.

"Hey, you got just as into it, Princess." Ryland smacks his chest playfully.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Kitten." Justin smirks and attacks Ryland's face with kisses.

"Well," Ryland says picking up one of the bottles on the ground, "I told you i'd get wild if I got drunk." He

said taking another long sip.

"Is it bad I like you better drunk?" Justin asks pulling Ryland into a kiss.