PHILIP
Fucking Ryan hadn’t been the plan when I asked to see him. I genuinely needed and wanted to talk to him. This situation wasn’t his fault; we would get through it together. But, when he looked at me after I told him I wasn’t going back, something in me snapped. I no longer cared about the age difference or the fact that everyone in America knew we’d been seeing each other. The only thing that mattered was us.
We could still see Abby on Saturdays, since Daniel made sure her new foster family would bring her to the meetings. It made me feel a thousand times better that she’d have the ability to tell us if things with her weren’t okay. My major concern at the moment was Ryan. It bothered me that the president had called, insinuating he’d be kicked out of school. “What are you gonna do now? Are you going to go to the hearing?”
“Not sure about that. I asked for more hours at the warehouse. Originally I thought I’d use this apartment and leave the dorms, since the hanging with college students really isn’t my thing, but I don’t want to stay in this shitty studio for long.” I rubbed a hand over his chest and abs and watched his whole body shiver when my hand brushed the tip of his cock. “Jesus.”
I hadn’t meant to get him worked up all over again. I really did want to talk about what was going on with us, but the second my hand touched his erection we were at it again. God bless nineteen year olds and their stamina. Fuck, I was in for a ride. I bit down again on his shoulder, unable to stop myself, then kissed, licked, and sucked my way down his body to the dick I was softly stroking. He threaded his hands through my hair and pushed my head down to where he wanted me most. I let him have that little bit of control. My hand moved from his shaft to massage his balls as my tongue licked him up and down. His head thrashed and his back arched as he pulled my hair roughly. “Oh God, yeah Philip take it all.”
His scream echoed through the tiny apartment as hot jets of cum shot down my throat. I drank it all and flopped down on the bed beside him. His eyes were glassy as he came down from his third orgasm. “Holy fuck I think I’m gonna die. A finger fuck, and two blows jobs in less than half an hour, that seriously has to be some record,” he said on a laugh.
We laid there for long minutes before there was a knock on the door. “Shit, I forgot about the pizza.”
“I got it.” Giving him a few moments to catch his breath, I grabbed my boxers off the floor and put them on before opening the door. The stunned eyes of the pizza guy were the first thing I noticed before realizing my mistake.
“You’re the guy from the news.”
“Um, no I’m not. How much for the pizza?” I tried to diffuse the situation and handed him a twenty. He was looking at me strangely; his eyes shot up and I knew Ryan must have been standing behind me. I grabbed the pizza and slammed the door.
“This place will not be quiet for long.”
“I don’t give a shit. I’m done hiding from this.” Ryan looked like he couldn’t decide if he was pissed or frustrated. What did he mean he was done hiding? I knew how I felt about him, but Ryan was closed off. He used sex as a release. The only feelings I was confident he had about anyone were for Abby. I knew he loved her, and I knew he was attracted to me, and I brought him a sense of peace when we were together when I took control, but true feelings for me. Love? No. That wasn’t Ryan.
Unable to stop from torturing myself, I asked him. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t care what anyone thinks,” he said sitting down on the ratty sofa with the pizza box. “I care about you and we have amazing sex. I’m done hiding. If people don’t like it then fuck them.” He grabbed a slice of pizza. “What are you gonna do after all this is over?”
“I haven’t got a clue. I doubt I could practice now that everything has come to light. I’ll figure something out.” I didn’t really know what else to say. He confirmed that he liked having sex with me, but I knew that already, so I grabbed a piece of pizza and ate in silence.
The next morning I woke up with Ryan. I had my body wrapped around his and it was the happiest I’d ever been. I wanted to wake up like that every morning.
“Hey,” Ryan said groggily, still stretched out. “I have to get to work, but do you want to come by tonight after I get off?”
“Sounds great. I need to make some calls and figure out what I’m going to do,” I said absently as I got out of bed and put my clothes back on.
“Hey, come here. Kiss me before you leave.” Ryan’s smile was playful as I sauntered back to the bed and kissed him hard. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay, bye.” I walked out the door and froze. I’d been right about the place not being quiet for long. That damn pizza guy had disclosed our location to the press. Standing there stunned, the flicking of the camera shutters drowned out the morning noise.
“Philip.” I heard my name, but I had no idea who said it.
“Uh, Ryan?”
He cursed behind me. “Oh well.” Ryan’s voice was in my ear, his hand on my lower back. “Like I said, I don’t care.” He turned me to him and kissed me in front of everyone. There were shocked gasps from several of them before they all started screaming questions at us.
“Look, we’re both adults and we care about each other. We’d appreciate it if you gave us our privacy. Relationships are hard and you’re putting a strain on ours,” Ryan announced to the crowd. He squeezed my hand and kissed my cheek. “Bye.”
“Uh, yeah, see you later,” I said stunned and barely made it to my car. I was still reeling over the way Ryan handled the press when I got back to my house. I walked in the door just as my phone rang with an unknown number and I almost didn’t answer it, but considering all the press were now camped out at Ryan’s, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t Abby trying to get in touch with me, using someone’s phone. “Hello?”
“Mr. Marks, my name is Stan Walsh and I was Martha Robinson’s attorney.”
“Hello, Mr. Walsh. What can I do for you?” I dropped my keys down on the kitchen counter, and started pulling out coffee. After the past few weeks, that and wine had become my new lifeblood.
“Martha came to my office to change her will shortly before she died. She wanted you, Ryan, and Abby as her beneficiaries.”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious. Can you come in tomorrow for the reading of the will? I’ve managed to get the estate through probate, and the insurance on the house is being processed now, so I’d like it if you can come in as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I scratched at the stubble on my chin and finished making the coffee. “I have nothing but time these days.”
“All right. I will see you in my office tomorrow.” He rattled off the address before hanging up the phone. Martha had made me and Ryan beneficiaries in her will? I knew she didn’t have any family but why would she do that? It didn’t make any sense. Well, considering the way the past few months had gone, I wasn’t actually as stunned as I should have been.